Chapter 154: Chapter 154: Girls love girls

Minerva teases her, "Envious? Of me and your best friend, Viola?"

Fleuret replies, but Viola, who has stopped crying by this seems to be  chuckling.

"What? Viola, you get it?"

"Yeah, kind of… But you don’t have to understand,  Fleuret."

Even with dried tear streaks on her cheeks, Viola looks cheerful. What Minerva was saying seemed obvious to Viola, and Viola found it amusing that it wasn’t to Fleuret. Moreover, Viola seems to be more relaxed just by being with Fleuret.

"What, you’re ganging up on me now?"

Nora playfully protests. Even as she does, she is twirling Viola’s hair as she holds her.

"It’s nothing like that… But were you worried that I would take Viola away from you?"

"Well… Yeah, a little."

"I don’t blame you. I’m growing a reputation in court for doing just that."

Minerva smiles. Fleuret joins in:

"Right. You just said that I was nicer than the rumors, well, same goes for you. Up until a minute ago, I thought you were a lesbian with no boundaries on who to sleep with."

"Well. That is actually true." Minerva answers honestly.

Minerva becomes dumbstruck.

"From my eye, you and Viola seems more like a couple… But you weren’t?"

Hearing this, Fleuret hurriedly blushes. She seems inexperienced with those sort of things. Viola also blushes, but obviously for different reasons.

"W-what are you!? We’re both girls!" Fleuret is panic.

"Then, you have no problem having relations with a man? " Sensing Fleuret's feebleness, Minerva rains emotional attacks.

"But I… Well, I don’t have any experience! I’m not even married. Why would I?" Fleuret's face becomes red.

"If you’re both girls, I don’t think you’ll worry about anything with men… And you may not feel that way, but Viola.." 

Viola makes a move as Minerva gives her cue. Not quickly by any means, but she lays her lips on Fleuret’s and holds her shoulder softly. There is no force to it, and in a contest of strength, frail Viola wouldn’t have stood a chance. However, this unexpected act from Viola flusters Fleuret quite a bit.

'!?"

Her mind must be a blur. While her arms or legs move a little as if they have just remembered how to, but not in any cohesive way. After a few seconds of passionate kissing, Viola pulls her face back. Between their lips, there is an illuminating bridge of saliva.

", Fleuret…! I, think… Lady Minerva is wonderful, but you… With you, I’ve always wanted to… Do things like this."

She might have had inclinations. But, she doesn’t seem like she ever imagined them coming to life. The mistress of House of Valois seems to finally realize that, the looks always thrown at her from the pretty girl beside her were filled with evident lust.

"B-But, we’re girls."; Fleuret helplessly tries to reject.

"Fleuret. What you said earlier isn’t wrong, you know. Sometimes I bed other woman… Like I had sex with Viola, when she was hurt. Gently, I conquered her, and convince her to come see you. In order to tell you my request… And how Viola really feels about you."

Viola is slowly lifting Fleuret’s dress, and raining kisses down her neck.

"I… Love you. We’re in different worlds, and we’re both girls… And I’m engaged. So, I never meant to say anything. But… But I can’t hold it in anymore. If, Lady Minerva hadn’t saved me, I would have let other people hurt you… I can’t… I…!'

"Viola… I didn’t know you felt…" Fleuret's heart beat starts to be out of control.

Minerva plays her emotional card.

 "Viola doesn’t want to hand you over to the blackmailers. But she doesn’t want me to take you, either. To be honest, it’s not like taking you in hasn’t crossed my mind, if all things went well… So, I guess the only choice Viola has is to take you for herself."

"My Lady. That’s a lap. What do ya’ think? Shall we return to the manor?"

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The coachman calls with a knock on the carriage. Fleuret’s spine is whipped straight, and she stands there clueless. Minerva assures her;

"Right now, any sound in here won’t leek outside of the carriage. Unless we open a window, no one will hear us."

Fleuret, as she endures her best friend continuing to rain down kisses from her lips, neck to her breasts, she cracks the small window open and answers the coachman:

"W-We’re talking about some complicated stuff, right now. Keep going around town. I’ll give you a holler when we’re done."

"Yes, My lady."

The window is closed, isolating the interior of the carriage from the world once again. Fleuret, who is supposed to be the master of this carriage, has been slowly drowning in pleasure, enslaved by Minerva and Viola.

"You look ready, Fleuret. I won’t take Viola from you, or you from Viola for that matter… But I’m going to give you girls a little hand."

"Lady Minerva… please be gentle with Fleuret."

Minerva shifts, and put the athletic Fleuret between her and Viola. Viola has already stripped Fleuret’s dress halfway down, leaving a single shapely breast, albeit toned through her training, exposed to the cool air.

"Naturally, no one… No man has touched you here before?"

"Arhhhhhhhh!" Fleuret moans uncontrollably.

Minerva slowly but gently inserts her hand into Fleuret’s skirt. Viola, not wanting to fall behind, stretches her hand down there as well, and pets the spot still protected by a silk garment.

"Aah… Why, there… Ah, aah, wait."

The unrelenting gentle petting has caused some moisture to seep out of her. 

"What, what is this weird feeling… Something’s, coming. Something’s coming…"

Frantic and shaking like a leaf, Fleuret tries to curl her back. Her reaction shows she is too pure and virginal despite her gung-ho outlook.

"Fleuret, you’ve never even touched yourself?"

"W-What do you mean…?"

Not only Fleuret has never masturbated, she has never been told about sexual acts. Even her best friend Viola never discussed such things with her. Fleuret has no knowledge of sex, nor any experience, including masturbation.

"It's regretful that you never feel such nice thing, I’d say… I have a feeling that Viola will be showing you."

Pinching Fleuret’s slender chin, Minerva give repeated soft kisses before her tongue goes into Fleuret's mouth, biting and licking Fleuret's tongue. While Minerva does that, Viola switches positions, lowering her waist to the ground and climbing in between Fleuret’s legs. She wraps her arms around Fleuret’s waist to bring them forward, right up to her face. She can feel moisture puffed from Fleuret's crotch. That is the best piece of evidence that Fleuret’s slumbering lust has finally awakened, causing her to drip nectar.

Viola kisses it through Fleuret’s undergarment. Fleuret’s body jolts as if struck by lightning, and her back arches, but Minerva skilfully holds her down, keeping her lips and tongue on Fleuret’s.

"Fleuret. Stick out your tongue."

"Ahh… L-Like this…?"

The stuck-up girl, now in a hazy dream, obeys Minerva without any protest. Their tongues entangles in the air, and Minerva sucks Fleuret’s tongue into her mouth. In the meantime, Viola continues to stimulate Fleuret’s loins with her tongue. Her silk undergarment is already soaked with nectar and saliva. On the other side of the fabric, coated in a thin layer of hair, she is trembling in anticipation of what is about to happen.

Finally releasing her lips and tongue, Minerva licks and whispers in Fleuret’s ears.

"Hey, Fleuret. What do you want to do? What do you want us to do to you? I never force anyone, and I don’t want to make Viola cry, so I have no intention of making you fall in love with me. But, I don’t think you can hold out too much longer. …So, why don’t you ask Viola? Your best friend, Viola…"

Minerva doubts that the highly aroused Fleuret heard even a half of that. Still, the girl who has just awakened her inexperienced lust, it is a sweet invitation difficult to refuse, because even without knowing anything that goes on in the bedroom, Fleuret had always protected Viola, the cry baby.

"Viola… Viola…! Hot, I’m burning up… I’m, scared… But Viola, I’m not, scared, with you…"

Her confession of love was terribly juvenile. An oath for her best friend, whom she had considered much weaker than her, begging for Viola’s mercy and domination. Viola smiles in glee, and strips away Fleuret’s wet and heavy undergarment before going back down for some deep kisses. Fleuret’s back arches, and Minerva has to cover her mouth before Fleuret could cry out in ecstasy.

Inside the gently rocking carriage, the three ladies intermingles for a long time.

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