I think there's something we might be able to do to make it up for you. Your room's been prepared, if you'd like to come this way. All to your specifications, I expect.
[As Monty leads them off to the bedroom, he'll think about the things that Royce might want and believe they'll be there, whatever that happens to be. He and Renart would have prepared, certainly, he tells himself to activate the belief magic.]
[ Oh. Huh, okay. Royce follows them a little unsteadily, looking over Renart's costume with an almost hungry look.
Royce doesn't expect much - he just wants a room and them - but things might occur to him as they go. Mostly, he just wants a comfy bed. There's a hesitant pause as they enter the room, and then Royce tries to follow suit. ]
This seems - acceptable. [ He tries for his King Voice, even if he is uncertain. ] Though I am curious to know what else you can do to make up for such a lengthy absence.
We are at your command, Your Majesty. Perhaps we might begin by preparing you for bed? Our maid is exceptional in tidying away unnecessary things, including clothes. With the season turning warmer, perhaps the all together might be best for the evening?
[ Royce kind of shamelessly watches Renart walk. ]
Hm. [ He hums, glancing at Monty after a moment. ] Yes, that'll do. I'd like the two of you to remain with me for the night, as well.
[ He pauses, and then makes his way to the bed. When he's next to Renart, he trails his fingers down her arm, admiring the outfit. He glances at Monty again. A little more confidently: ]
Come on, then. Get over here and prepare me for bed.
[While Renart undoes buttons, Monty steps behind Royce and will place his hands on the other man's shoulders, hooking his thumbs into the collar of Royce's dress shirt. As Renart undoes things, Monty slowly peels it off. When there's enough skin revealed, the 'butler' presses his lips to his lord's shoulder.]
We are, of course, full-service in every way you might desire. We've so rarely had visitors. [He and Renart have had fewer threesomes than Monty might personally like, but things are as they are. Jealousy from both of them has played a role in that.] Perhaps that might be changing, though.
[ He shivers the second that Renart touches him, and when Monty leans forward, Royce's breath leaves him in a shivery sort of way. He's lightly tanned and pretty fit. And - things they might notice now that he's mostly shirtless are the brand in the shape of a stylized M on his left shoulder, as well as a black fingerbone tattoo on the other. ]
I would not mind if it did. [ Royce says, voice a bit gravelly. ] Whenever you'd like.
[This isn't so bad so far. The two of them are both on good terms with Royce, and unlike some previous attempts this feels more like sharing than an uneven back-and-forth resulting in jealousy. Who knows if it'll stay that way for the entire time, but right now she's pleased.
Her tail flicking back and forth, she realizes she hasn't really gotten to see Royce fully naked before. Now that will be a nice treat.]
It wouldn't be difficult to make further arrangements.
[With his chest exposed she pressed up against Royce, purring that against his neck.]
[Monty doesn't comment on the tattoo and he keeps his touch and his kiss away from the brand. As Renart finishes with the buttons, the gentleman tugs Royce's shirt to pull it all the way off.]
Not in the slightest. [He agrees. Monty steps in so that he's practically flush to Royce's back. He continues to press kisses to the other man's shoulder and reaches around him to grab for Renart's hips. He rocks them all together in one smooth motion provided neither Royce nor Renart resist.]
Perhaps you'd like to defrock our maid, your majesty? She seems ready for it.
[ Though he's distracted, he'll appreciate the care around the tattoo and brand, later. For right now, Renart's got all of his attention, and his breath catches when she presses up against him. When the shirt comes off entirely, he brings one hand around to rest on the small of her back, keeping her close to him.
The smooth motion of them all pressed together sends a shiver down Royce's spine, and he barely protests the suggestion. Yeah, he wants them out of their clothes, now. A beat, as Royce's fingers hesitate over the frills of the maid outfit. ]
I will, though I may need some assistance. [ Royce admits, almost ruefully. How does he even start to get her out of this - well. He can experiment. That works. Tilting his head to the side, he gives Monty access to his neck as his own slender fingers stroke over Renart's costume, looking for straps or buttons or anything to start to get her out of it. ]
[Oh, she is very ready to get this silly outfit off. Her tail flicking back and forth, she giggles and lets Royce pluck away at the frills. Of course, it would be easy to give him some direction, but it wouldn't be nearly as fun. There are buttons along the back, so it isn't that tough to figure out, and even better is Royce's remark - Monty helping out would make things even more interesting.]
Trouble and a half. What a naughty maid, wearing such difficult things for our guest.
[Monty grins over Royce's shoulder at the vixen. He murmurs into Royce's ear next after nibbling at the lobe.]
Should she be punished? Would it place you to see how I punish her, Your Majesty? See how the tools of her trade might be turned against her? Then you might do with her as you please. [A sharper nip.] I can be naughty, as well.
[ His breath hitches, and he lets out the quietest of helpless noises at the lips on his ear. Both Renart and Monty likely know by this point that his ears are insanely sensitive when it comes to this. He's got some of the buttons on Renart's costume undone by this point, but he pauses. ]
Yeah. [ He breathes out, trailing his fingers down Renart's skin. ] I'd like to see you take care of this issue. As long as you don't take too long away from me.
[Wow, well, she doesn't want to do anything to dissuade either of them from Monty's idea, because that sounds fun. She looks taken aback, flushing cutely.]
Oh my! If I've done anything to offend either of you, then I certainly deserve some kind of punishment.
Put her on the be, Your Majesty. [Monty gives Royce just a tiny bit of space so that the other man will have the space to comply. Perhaps he's taking more of the dominant role than his current persona should allow, but he knows Royce and Renart both enjoy it, and he certainly doesn't mind. Especially when there's the opportunity to perform for Royce in the privacy of their own home.
He'll have to blame Between for the tiniest of exhibitionist streaks he's developed. At least it's not out in public, just with his lovers.
When the young earl speaks next, his voice is pure sex.]
[ He shivers, head to toe, when Monty speaks. The dominance thing definitely doesn't bother him - he's practically aching already, having to tell himself to settle down, internally. And he does, a bit, taking a deep breath, but once he's exhaled, he takes Renart by the hips.
Just a hint of rough shines through the way he nudges Renart back and down, against the bed. Royce sprawls her out on the mattress, looking her over with a hungry sort of expression.
His fingers wander, tracing over the fabric of the outfit, sliding teasingly underneath but not touching anything sensitive, just ghosting around. ]
[Royce isn't the only one turned on, here. Renart can feel goosebumps rising up on her skin and she can't stop herself from breaking character for a split second to give Royce a little smirk of anticipation, following his lead. She sinks down onto the bed, already looking flushed, drawing in slow breaths through slightly parted lips.
She looks up at them, eagerly awaiting what Monty has planned next.]
[Once Renart is down, Monty steps close behind Royce again, body pressed flush to body. His erection is hard against Royce's backside, and Monty wraps one arm around the smaller man's waist to draw him even closer.]
Follow now, Your Majesty. I do not care to repeat myself.
[The other hand, he traces slowly down Royce's arm, until his have covers the other's. He squeezes slightly in a hold and uses that to lift Royce's hand. They reach for Renart's feather duster together, grasp it together.]
It's best we show her how this is used, hmm? Lift her skirt, look how she spreads her legs for you, the eager thing. [His words are breathed into Royce's ear, but they're loud enough for Renart's benefit, as well.] Flick across the skin. Tease her, torment her.
[He moves their feather duster into position, suspended above the pink skin of Renart's inner thighs. Monty will let Royce start flicking their toy across the sensitive flesh.]
[ He lets out a shivery sound at the feeling of Monty at his back. A little overwhelmed, Royce lets Monty lead him, eyes on the feather duster for a long moment. Carefully, he pushes at her skirt, slender fingers stroking at her skin. He nudges the fabric until he's got it high enough that he can actually try brushing the feather duster over her skin, curious.
The touch is light and airy and definitely teasing - he's good at following instructions, at least. ]
[ Christ, it's easy to forget how good Monty is at this when they so rarely involve a third person. Renart can feel her breath quickening in anticipation as she listens and watches, and when they start touching her she does indeed spread her legs, closing her eyes so that she can enjoy the teasing. ]
Ooh my~ [She can't help wriggling a bit; they are teasing her, after all.] This is agony~
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[As Monty leads them off to the bedroom, he'll think about the things that Royce might want and believe they'll be there, whatever that happens to be. He and Renart would have prepared, certainly, he tells himself to activate the belief magic.]
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Royce doesn't expect much - he just wants a room and them - but things might occur to him as they go. Mostly, he just wants a comfy bed. There's a hesitant pause as they enter the room, and then Royce tries to follow suit. ]
This seems - acceptable. [ He tries for his King Voice, even if he is uncertain. ] Though I am curious to know what else you can do to make up for such a lengthy absence.
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When the reach the bedroom she flits inside, smoothing out the bedding.]
Whatever my king would like.
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Hm. [ He hums, glancing at Monty after a moment. ] Yes, that'll do. I'd like the two of you to remain with me for the night, as well.
[ He pauses, and then makes his way to the bed. When he's next to Renart, he trails his fingers down her arm, admiring the outfit. He glances at Monty again. A little more confidently: ]
Come on, then. Get over here and prepare me for bed.
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Oui, oui!
[She steps closer, starting to undo the buttons on the front of his shirt.]
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We are, of course, full-service in every way you might desire. We've so rarely had visitors. [He and Renart have had fewer threesomes than Monty might personally like, but things are as they are. Jealousy from both of them has played a role in that.] Perhaps that might be changing, though.
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I would not mind if it did. [ Royce says, voice a bit gravelly. ] Whenever you'd like.
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Her tail flicking back and forth, she realizes she hasn't really gotten to see Royce fully naked before. Now that will be a nice treat.]
It wouldn't be difficult to make further arrangements.
[With his chest exposed she pressed up against Royce, purring that against his neck.]
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Not in the slightest. [He agrees. Monty steps in so that he's practically flush to Royce's back. He continues to press kisses to the other man's shoulder and reaches around him to grab for Renart's hips. He rocks them all together in one smooth motion provided neither Royce nor Renart resist.]
Perhaps you'd like to defrock our maid, your majesty? She seems ready for it.
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The smooth motion of them all pressed together sends a shiver down Royce's spine, and he barely protests the suggestion. Yeah, he wants them out of their clothes, now. A beat, as Royce's fingers hesitate over the frills of the maid outfit. ]
I will, though I may need some assistance. [ Royce admits, almost ruefully. How does he even start to get her out of this - well. He can experiment. That works. Tilting his head to the side, he gives Monty access to his neck as his own slender fingers stroke over Renart's costume, looking for straps or buttons or anything to start to get her out of it. ]
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Goodness, I hope I'm not too much trouble.
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[Monty grins over Royce's shoulder at the vixen. He murmurs into Royce's ear next after nibbling at the lobe.]
Should she be punished? Would it place you to see how I punish her, Your Majesty? See how the tools of her trade might be turned against her? Then you might do with her as you please. [A sharper nip.] I can be naughty, as well.
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Yeah. [ He breathes out, trailing his fingers down Renart's skin. ] I'd like to see you take care of this issue. As long as you don't take too long away from me.
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Oh my! If I've done anything to offend either of you, then I certainly deserve some kind of punishment.
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He'll have to blame Between for the tiniest of exhibitionist streaks he's developed. At least it's not out in public, just with his lovers.
When the young earl speaks next, his voice is pure sex.]
I'll show you how to make this one sing for you.
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Just a hint of rough shines through the way he nudges Renart back and down, against the bed. Royce sprawls her out on the mattress, looking her over with a hungry sort of expression.
His fingers wander, tracing over the fabric of the outfit, sliding teasingly underneath but not touching anything sensitive, just ghosting around. ]
Show me, then. [ Royce murmurs. ]
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She looks up at them, eagerly awaiting what Monty has planned next.]
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Follow now, Your Majesty. I do not care to repeat myself.
[The other hand, he traces slowly down Royce's arm, until his have covers the other's. He squeezes slightly in a hold and uses that to lift Royce's hand. They reach for Renart's feather duster together, grasp it together.]
It's best we show her how this is used, hmm? Lift her skirt, look how she spreads her legs for you, the eager thing. [His words are breathed into Royce's ear, but they're loud enough for Renart's benefit, as well.] Flick across the skin. Tease her, torment her.
[He moves their feather duster into position, suspended above the pink skin of Renart's inner thighs. Monty will let Royce start flicking their toy across the sensitive flesh.]
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The touch is light and airy and definitely teasing - he's good at following instructions, at least. ]
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Ooh my~ [She can't help wriggling a bit; they are teasing her, after all.] This is agony~