Chapter 3

When I exited the bathroom, it was only after seeing to the needs that'd appeared while I reminisced over the memories that led us to this day. Even though that evening of confession was only two months ago, the state of our relationship has both changed radically and yet somehow remained the same.

We were still together. I still had the right to call her mine.

But I no longer had the right to call her only mine.

With these thoughts in my head, I came out the bathroom door and back to the spacious room we'd reserved for two. Immediately, I noticed that something was different.

The Iris that I'd left no more than twenty minutes ago was different to the Iris I was now seeing.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed with her blonde hair in a state of disrepair.

Whereas before it'd been tidy and groomed, now it was loose and messy, as though she'd combed through it with her hand. She was breathing as though she'd just finished a short sprint, and her clothes were not neatly aligned together. Her legs were showing too much skin, as though her skirt had been recently been hiked back on, her sleeves were crumpled, and the small pauldrons she wore as her only armour were conspicuously on the floor.

But most of all was her smile.

It was the delicate, mischievous smile of a girl who knew she'd almost been caught out. And knew that seeing her like this is what I wanted.

Something had happened while I was in the bath.

My heart started racing. Heat that wasn't the result of the warm water started spreading through my body, congregating at the part of me that was already rising to tent my bathrobes.

"Was your bath acceptable?" she said, her voice calm despite her appearance.

I steadied my breathing, then nodded while returning her smile.

"It was, yeah. This inn was worth it."

"Excellent. Would it be fine for you if I used it now? I'd like to sleep soon, if possible. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

I stepped to the side, both of us saying nothing about what the bathrobe was giving away.

"It's still warm. Take your time."

Iris smiled.

The beautiful Sword Princess, whose dazzling looks were peerless throughout the kingdom, stood up while casually adjusting her misshapen clothing.

As she passed me, with the scent of something musky on her face, she whispered gently into my ears.

"… It's atop the cabinet."

Her soft breath caused my body to involuntarily shudder.

All of a sudden, the emotions I was feeling threatened to overwhelm me. A familiar current of excitement fuelled by Iris's actions while I was in the bathroom merely steps away ran through me.

Iris closed the bathroom door behind her. I looked across the room.

Atop the cabinet.

I walked over to the cabinet facing the bed. Resting on top was a pile of demure nightclothes. And within the grooves of those clothes was a small, translucent stone.

Filled with magic.

Filled with memory.

A memory stone. An expensive instrument that could be used to record recent events, depending on the magical strength of its user.

Even though the Sword Princess was not a specialised magic user, Iris was an ordained heroine, and was more than adept at utilising memory stones for significant lengths of time.

I took it in my palm, then sat down on the edge of the bed where Iris was moments ago. I could smell the musk more strongly than ever, and there was a noticeable dip on the edge caused by more than the weight of one girl.

I'd been barely a few steps away.

What's more, throughout it all, she hadn't sought my approval. Instead, she handed me a surprise gift. A ludicrously, immoral gift. The sudden shock and pang of jealousy threatened to cause me to burst on the spot. And Iris understood it well.

She really was the perfect girlfriend.

I clasped tightly around the memory stone with one hand, utilising just enough latent magic to activate it.

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I saw the room clearly. In my mind's eye, it was almost as though I was there.

With a wide, fixed angle, I saw the the bed I was sitting on clearly displayed in front of me … but not before seeing Iris smiling into the memory stone as she withdrew her hand from it.

"… Let's check to see if your bath is sufficient first, shall we?" she whispered, before turning her head to the side. Her side profile was sharp and elegant, tempered by her slightly flushed cheeks. "Is everything satisfactory? Do you require anything?"

"It's fine," came my voice, echoing despite the small bathroom. "I won't be long, don't worry."

All of a sudden, there was movement in the frame.

The door to the room came open, and a familiar figure stepped in.

"… I'm not worried," said Iris, glancing at Magnus, the muscles of his arms bulging against the sleeves of his dark shirt. "You can take your time."

It wasn't my imagination. The flush on Iris's cheeks became noticeably redder.

Her smile, the one that for so long was reserved exclusively for me, was now directed at the man who would be using her for his own pleasure.

A teasing smile.

It filled me with jealousy just to see it. These past two months, Iris and Magnus had stopped any semblance of actual arguments. They would bicker. And they would complain. But there was always a layer of warmth to it.

I knew Magnus didn't care one bit about the reasons we'd asked him if he wanted to be our partner in this matter. That it was for Iris's needs or my own desires was irrelevant.

He just wanted to fuck her.

Magnus took a cursory glimpse around the room before heading directly to the beautiful blonde girl who'd barely managed to step away from the memory stone in time. Then again, I doubted if any man could possibly have eyes for anything other than Iris when they were alone in a room with them.

"You are supposed to knock," said Iris, hiding any vexation she felt behind her softly chiding expression. "As expected. I see that like the brute you are, you couldn't resist strolling uninvited into a lady's room late at night."

Magnus smirked. He stopped just before Iris, then ran his hands down the side of her arms. Iris made no reaction, allowing the man to casually touch her.

"Nothing about this was uninvited," he said, sliding his hands down to Iris's slender waist. His fingers squeezed gently into the flesh. "Besides, I could hear when he left you."

"Moments ago. I wasn't ready."

"Yeah, normally you'd already be spread out on the bed for me. You've come to like these little fuck sessions between us, haven't you? You practically begged me to come at the table."

A shiver ran through as me as I thought about all the memories I'd seen prior to this. But also at the thought that they were somehow conversing without me knowing.

I considered our time in the inn floor together. I'd seen nothing to suggest that Iris had invited Magnus. Did she do it when my attention was elsewhere?

Iris crossed her arms and leaned cutely to one side.

"I sent no such invitation. Any signal you inferred was entirely of your own imagination."

"You say that, but I could smell you like a bitch in heat."

"Oh?" Iris smiled delicately, taking Magnus's words no differently than when they bantered by a table. "Such crude language. It's hard to believe your personality becomes even worse when you're alone with me. I hope you're not exhausting yourself by only pretending to be a mere womaniser in public."

Magnus began to unbuckle his belt.

"Have to keep up a good act for our leader," he said. "Otherwise, he'd never let me have you."

"You're a brute," said Iris softly, although I could see she was already biting her lips. Her eyes glanced at Magnus's belt dropping to the floor.

"Guess I am," he said easily. "And you're a cock starved slut. I thought I'd need a few more weeks before I could make you mine, but seeing how you smell like a whore who does her job for free, I think it'll be tonight. You want it that badly, huh? Don't worry. I'll make sure to give that boyfriend of yours an easier body to use afterwards."

I wondered how Magnus would feel if he knew this side of his personality was being captured. Then again, none of this was a surprise to me. I knew well enough about his womanising tendencies. His domineering aspect. It was playing with fire to allow this type of man to consort with Iris. And yet it was also that danger that caused my deepest desires to rear its head.

I really was terrible.

For the first time, however, Iris's smile dropped warningly. She turned slightly to the side, away from Magnus.

"That boyfriend has a name."

"Yeah, and like I said before, we're not saying it while I'm fucking you. That might be the only thing that could stop me from enjoying myself."

"Are you sure that's not your own many deficiencies at play?"

Magnus shifted closer, his eyes filled with growing, carnal desire.

"I love that mouth of yours. Why don't you put it to work?"

Rather than retorting, Iris's cheeks flushed further red as she eyed the obvious bulge that Magnus was sporting.

Taking it as acceptance, Magnus stepped around Iris, then sat down at the edge of the bed. He wasted no time in lowering the edge of his dark pants, revealing the huge girth that was waiting within. It was far larger than mine, throbbing and veiny, jutting against the muscled abdomen evident through his shirt.

And soon, it'd be used by Iris's mouth.

Iris's expression was heated as she eyed the rock hard shaft waiting to be serviced. However, rather than immediately seeing to it, she began to unbuckle her own belt.

"Oh?" Magnus grinned wildly as he watched Iris begin to strip from her regular attire. She wore white high heels with a dark skirt, and a low-cut white tunic fitted with small pauldrons. "You trying to get my cock somewhere else? We don't have much time before your boyfriend comes out."

"As I told you, I wasn't ready."

"Not that I mind the show, but I only need your mouth for sucking me dry."

"… This makes me feel more comfortable."

I didn't know whether Magnus understood the excuse or not, but it was likely he didn't care. It was a show, after all.

One by one, Iris's attire began to drop to the floor. She turned slowly on the spot as she did it, until she was left with just her white high heels, her cute lace bra and matching lace underwear.

Like most of the bras she wore, they were slightly too small for her. It was an intoxicating sight. The soft fabric of her white bra dug into her large breasts, generously revealing both the underside and side.

The memory stone captured her from head to toe, ensuring that even if she was standing, her full figure could be clearly seen. Iris's insistence on displaying her beautiful, underwear-clad figure was done for my benefit. She knew well that I found the glamorous sight of her dressed in only her thin, elegant undergarments and high heels breathtaking.

But right now, it was also being shown to the man who she was about to offer herself to.

My first shot came from seeing her in this state, ready to service another man other than me.

"Fuck, I want to do you right now," said Magnus, his voice hushed.

Iris gave another twist, but not before sending a mischievous smile towards 'me'. The way the bed was angled, I knew I wouldn't be able to see Iris's face. Only the back of her head.

She then directed that teasing smile towards Magnus. Seeing the powerful man before her suddenly quietened let her know that she was in her element. The sight of Iris, with her perfectly proportioned figure in her cute underwear, was enough to make even the worst of adventures obedient. And Magnus was the worst of even them.

"You're much more agreeable when you're behaved," said Iris, crossing her arms in a way that displayed her bust in full. "Perhaps we could use these sessions to work on your basic etiquette?"

"Fuck," was all Magnus could say. His cock twitched noticeably. "Get down and use your mouth. Now. Or I'll lose it. You don't want your boyfriend walking in on this, do you?"

I gave a rueful smile.

At times, walking in was an option that was available to me. The truth is that the only reason I asked not to be present is because I knew they would act differently. As it was, there was something about this wall of separation that seemed to make everything more immoral.

In answer, Iris finally decided to stop teasing. She took a step forwards as Magnus widened his legs, then neatly dropped to her knees in front of him. I could now only see the back of her neat, golden hair, the sharp tips of her high heels, and the grin of the man who would finally get his latest reward for agreeing to our obscene requests.

Iris leaned in, then paused just before she made contact with her lips. She twisted a few degrees to the side, allowing her cheek and the edge of her lips to be visible to the memory stone.

For a moment, I felt her eyes glance to the side.

And then, all I could hear were the sounds of her lips enveloping Magnus's cockhead.

"Nngu … nnh … nnu … nhgn …"

Iris's glossy lips expertly went down on the man before her. I don't know how many times her lips has tasted his cock by now, but she was likely more familiar with it than mine by now.

The thought sent my jealousy to breaking thought. That Iris was now more accustomed to the man she was servicing than I was. And by the way she was diligently bobbing her head up and down as she slowly swallowed more of his cock, it was an act she was eagerly learning to master.

"Fuck me, you've always been good at this," said Magnus, running his large hands through Iris's hair. He wasn't pressing down, merely admiring the texture of her immaculate hair. "I've had high class whores swallow me to the hilt. None of them do what you do."

In answer, Iris looked up, her lips still wrapped around a third of the way down his shaft.

And then, something happened.

It only lasted for the briefest of moments. I couldn't see from this angle what she just did, but it was enough to make Magnus almost lose himself.

Suddenly, he grabbed a fistful of Iris's blonde hair and pulled her up. She coughed, her hands reaching out to grab Magnus's knees in support.

"Ack … hah … ah … hah … what's wrong? Was that … ah … too much for you?"

"You fucking slut," he said, looking like he was one second from tossing Iris onto the bed and mounting her on the spot. "Your boyfriend has no idea."

Suddenly, Magnus pressed down on Iris's hair. She quickly parted her mouth and took half of Magnus's shaft in one swallow.

"NngH … NhhnHH … nnH … NnHnnHn …"

Iris choked audibly, struggling to intake breath as Magnus pressed Iris's mouth deep down onto his cock. Her hands were squeezing Magnus's knees, but she was making no attempt to break off from the hand pushing her down.

"I almost feel sorry for him," said Magnus, grinning as Iris's saliva began coating his shaft all the way to the way down. "The Sword Princess? He has no idea what a slut you are. Don't do that again or I won't care if your boyfriend walks in."

"Nnh … NhHH … NnHghhhH …"

I watched breathlessly as Iris continued to swallow more of Magnus's girth. I was entranced by the thought of whatever it was Iris just did that made Magnus lose it like that. He usually countered her teasing well, if only in the knowledge he'd ultimately be able to use her like this.

"You don't need my help," said Magnus, withdrawing his hand from her head, but only so far as to comb his fingers through them again. "Go down to the bottom. All the way. Otherwise, I'll have to train you."

"NNh …. ungH … hnh …. Ahn …"

With the pressure released from her head, Iris took a moment to readjust her position. She raised herself on her high heels, showing off the back of her knees.

Then, she lowered her mouth even further.

Slowly, she dragged her lips down the length of Magnus's shaft. She reached two-thirds of the way down before she began to choke, then raised her head until her lips enveloped just the cockhead.

"Almost, huh," said Magnus, clearly relishing the sight of Iris struggling to perform anything, especially if it was sucking his cock. "But almost isn't good enough for the Sword Princess, is it?"

"Nngh … itsch … itshs too mucsh … nnhh."

"Don't worry. We can continue your training another day. Your boyfriend is out soon, so just make me cum."

I saw Iris's body rise and fall slightly, as though she were swallowing several gulps of breath even with Magnus's cockhead in her lips.

After a moment, she then brought her mouth back down, swallowing Magnus's cock to the halfway point, before repeating the motion from his cockhead. She moaned sweetly, raising and lowering her head as she rhythmically went down on the smirking man.

"Did you use your tongue like this on your boyfriend?" said Magnus, now almost tenderly smoothing down Iris's hair as she went down on him. "Unlucky bastard. He doesn't know what he's missing out on."

"Nh … nnhn …. mhn … ahn … Nh …"

"Damn … why are you so good? How many cocks did you suck before your boyfriend's?"

Before Iris could gurgle a reply, Magnus once again lifted her head away from his cock. This time, he didn't pull her off, but rather gently lifted her from her chin.

"I want to fuck you right now," he grunted, his eyes staring directly into Iris's. "So finish me before your boyfriend sees how much of a slut you are."

Iris gasped for a mouthful of air. One of her hands left Magnus's knee to wrap around the base of his cock. Her hand was quickly coated in her saliva as she began smoothly rubbing it up and down Magnus's shaft.

Then, as the wet shaft in her hand began to throb, she stuck out her tongue.

The sight of the beautiful girl inviting him to cum sent Magnus over the edge. His first spurt of thick cum splattered directly over Iris's waiting tongue. As ropes of his semen continued to spew out, he thrust his cock back into Iris's mouth. White, gooey cum soon began to leak out of the edge of her lips and down her chin, before finally dripping into the valley of her deep cleavage.

"Gu … guck … nnh … Gu … Nnh …"

Iris sat perfectly still, swallowing the cum even as it dripped down her chin.

After a long while, Magnus pulled his still hard cock out of her mouth. Strings of gooey cum connected her lips to half his shaft. Iris took a second to catch her breath, before immediately lowering her head back down again. Her cute tongue could be seen peeking out, lapping like a kitten at the thick cum caking the length of Magnus's shaft.

"Mm … Mnh …. hnn …. mah … nhh …"

Once Iris's tongue had licked his entire cock, she opened her cum stained lips and wrapped them fully around Magnus's cockhead once more. She then slowly began sliding her lips up and down, catching and swallowing the remainder of his sperm.

"You're too good for your boyfriend," said Magnus, with a short whistle almost drowned out by the sound of Iris's cleaning blowjob. "This service would normally cost me extra, and you're doing it without me asking."

"Ah … hah …. hnn …. nhh … a, ah …"

Suddenly, a noise caused Magnus to turn his head. Similarly, Iris finally pulled her lips away from his cock, her breathing loud but steady. She immediately began wiping away some of the cum on her chin with the back of her hand, then rose to her feet.

It was only then that I realised the noise they heard was me. I'd stepped out of the bathtub.

"I can see why you like doing this," said Magnus as he lifted his pants up and the belt from the floor. He didn't bother putting it on, instead heading for the door. "There's a thrill to cheating on your boyfriend like this, isn't there?"

Iris frowned as she began collecting her own discarded clothes from the floor. Unlike Magnus, she was already beginning to sweep them back on.

"This isn't cheating," she said, her voice quiet enough not to reach me behind the bathroom door. "I make sure to tell him everything."

Magnus smirked. He was already halfway out the door.

"Whatever you want to call it, come to my room when your boyfriend is asleep. I know you're not satisfied with just sucking me off."

Iris paused, her eyes glancing between the door closing behind Magnus and 'me'.

While haphazardly throwing her tunic over her messy golden hair, she walked towards the memory stone. The last thing I saw before her hand enveloped it was her cheeks freshly flushed to the colour of crimson.