As soon as I opened my eyes, they were drawn to a silver twinkle.
“Nngh…”
That was Olivia’s voice. She must have fallen asleep cradled in my arm.
Her sleeping face was as adorable as ever. Though she always carried herself as a prim and proper duke’s daughter, I thought she was at her cutest when she lay naked atop me, serenely asleep.
I tried to sit up to give her a good morning kiss, but for some reason, I was immobile. As I came to my senses, I realized that I was being held from behind. No wonder my pillow felt so soft and warm, with such a dreamy scent wafting from it—my head was sandwiched between a pair of breasts that surpassed even Olivia’s.
That was when I remembered that I’d slept with Diane last night as well.
To lay a hand on my beloved’s best friend… What was wrong with me? Wild with lust though I was, that gave me no excuse to creampie her so many times! I must have been so obsessed with her body that I’d tricked myself into thinking I loved her.
That said, they had come together to seduce me in the night, so perhaps I should inquire as to their intentions once they both wake up. Now then. What to do about my current paralysis?
Diane was gripping me firmly between her breasts, and honestly, the pillowy cushion of her body felt phenomenal; it would take a lot of willpower just to get up. After some consideration, I decided I had no reason to forsake my boob pillow. Besides, I completely lacked the energy to get up.
My right arm could move freely, but—perhaps I had been moving it in my sleep—my hand there was clasped firmly on Olivia’s narrow butt. My
hand was holding fast, refusing to move. Aah… Waking up to such a delightful morning makes me want to stay in bed all day.
My left hand, it seemed, was sandwiched between Diane’s smooth, soft thighs. They wouldn’t have been especially hard to escape from, but if I moved, I would graze her labia and likely wake her. Just as importantly, the feeling of her thighs was absolutely amazing, so once again, my hand would not be moved.
And thus, I was paralyzed. Was I left, then, to wait, embracing my wife, trapped on a boob pillow, my hands clasped upon ass and betwixt thighs, respectively, until the two women awoke?
Well, I didn’t have any pressing business, so I decided I might as well enjoy their softness until they awoke. Aaah… This is bliss, but I had better not grow too enamored of it.
It wasn’t long before they both woke up, though. My finger, of its own volition, stretched over to Olivia’s pussy, and she was swiftly awoken when it slid inside her. As for Diane, when she tossed in her sleep, one of her pink nipples landed right in front of me. It wasn’t my fault! If anyone saw those delicious breasts in front of them, they’d stick their tongue out for a lick, too.
So I did. I chastised myself internally, but I did not regret it a whit.
“Good morning, dearest.”
Olivia jumped a bit when she was awoken by my finger inside her, but she only tightened her arm around me and greeted me with a happy smile.
“I’m happy to see you so comfortable, Lord Chris.”
Diane let go of me, and I sat up. She also sat up straight, her posture neat but head lowered in greeting. Though it was the first time I had seen her greet me like this, I recognized that she was intentionally positioning herself beneath me.
“I bow in apology for the despicable action of coming to a married gentleman’s bed as an unmarried woman.”
“D-Diane, no! You’ve nothing to apologize for! I’m the one who asked you to…”
While Olivia panicked, I covered her lips with my hand. Now what was she thinking, coming to seduce me in the dead of night then apologizing profusely the next morning? Obviously she wanted to have sex with me; I could make sense of that. But why apologize? Ugh, thinking about it was annoying, so I decided the simplest course was just to ask.
But first, I pulled Diane closer and kissed her before she could say a word.
“Mmmph! Mch… Mmwah…”
I pushed my tongue into her mouth and licked around, lapping up some of her saliva. When our lips parted, a line of saliva connected our tongues.
“Now that we’ve had sex, you have to be mine. In fact, even if you reply with a no, I’m not letting you out of this bed until you change it to a yes.”
With all of us still naked in my bed, she smiled broadly at me and again bowed her head.
“Perish the thought. I, Diane Meitia, would be more than happy to serve you, in mind, soul, and body.”
Diane said, clasping on to me opposite the side Olivia was on. Olivia gasped, taken aback. She seemed as though she had something to say.
“Teehee, what a lovely way to resolve that problem, taking me in your arms and showing me your frank desire. I fell for you hard enough last night, but now I’m certain no other man could ever catch my eye.”
Diane looked up at me, blushing and rapt, her sweet scent enticing me again. Her heady aroma was almost magical. If Olivia hadn’t been gripping me from the other side, I probably would have mounted her for a morning session already.
“Huh? Um, Diane? Were you worried? It was my idea, after all, and you got my husband terribly aroused, so everything should be fine, right?”
“I simply wanted to see Lord Chris’s response. I expected him to press me for why I had come to seduce him, or perhaps to ask you. But his kiss was so considerate that I only fell in love with him all the more.”
So if I had shifted responsibility, or said something similarly tasteless, she’d have been disappointed in me.
“I just wanted to show that I shared the responsibility. But now I do want to ask, why did you two come together to seduce me last night?”
“Well, you see…”
After hearing their summary of the events after last night’s rite, I seized Olivia’s breasts.
“Eeyaah! I-I’m sorry, dearest!”
“Well, worry not—I forgive you. I do like surprises, after all. However, I like it even more when you tell me what’s worrying you and let me help you out. It’s nice to feel relied upon. Promise you’ll be straight with me next
time?”
I grabbed them pretty hard, so Olivia was teary-eyed when she nodded and replied with a whimpered “Okay.”
Oh no, did I hurt you? I’m not mad at you, I swear! Please don’t be sad.
Olivia had hung her head, so I gently tilted her chin up with my hand and kissed her softly, over and over, until her usual smile came back.
Now that she was back to her old self, I asked about something that was on my mind.
“Oh, hey, important question. When you get married, do you normally need a third party for the blessing?”
“Not necessarily. Men of the cloth will often confer blessings on their own wives when they marry.”
Well, I was no priest, but as a hero I’d been granted the ability to use holy magic. And you know what they say: strike while the iron is hot. I wrapped Diane in a one-armed hug and kissed her hard, as I used my holy magic to bless us. The room erupted in a flash of light.
“Oh my, Lord Chris!”
Diane gazed at the blessing light, astonished. As a hero, my blessing was brighter than even the head priest’s. Yeah, sure, I could tone down the fireworks a bit and still keep the increased potency, but I figured, where’s the fun in that, you know?
“And now we’re married. I actually wanted to do the same thing for Olivia, but it looks like you can’t stack blessings.”
It’s apparently possible to overwrite a blessing with a stronger one, but it turns out it’s hard to outdo a direct blessing from a goddess.
Diane sat still in shock for a moment, then suddenly burst into tears.
“Oh. Oooh! My husband!”
“Oh no, Diane, should I not have?”
But before I could apologize, she rolled over onto me and pressed her lips to mine hard. Though her face was red and wet with tears, her sobs were a sign of her overflowing joy. She smiled the rapturous smile of a maiden in love.
“I… I’ll never leave your side. I’m so happy to be your bride. Hic…