After arriving at the Lyceum's Dormitory. I leave Bridgette's unconscious body in the sanctity of Vestaria's room, knowing Vessa will care for her friend.
{Cutie only needs rest}.
Although Seinnissia can walk on her own. I don't let her go alone, or on foot to her personal chamber.
My Feisty Fiancée is annoyed, is obvious she is not accustomed to relay on others, struggling to let her weight rest completely on my back, even when her ample bosom was pressed against me during the whole trip back.
Downcasted, she taps her forehead on my nape, tickling me, intensifying the feeling with the combination of her displeased grunt, sending uneven vibrations through my spine.
{Adorable. She is similar to me. I recall being this deflated during the first bombardment i experienced in the trenches}.
{The helplessness and impotence of waiting without knowing your future, aware of how simple it is to perish with a lucky shot from your enemies…}.
"Leave me here". Softly murmurs Seinnissia, wanting, and expecting i leave her alone.
"No. I'll come into your room, or I'll take you to my pigsty. By the way. The bed is awful".
She doesn't talk, but the click on the door's lock is enough answer.
Brown energy pushes the entrance of her dorm, allowing my access. Everything inside is glowing with magical properties, relucent like lustrous polished surfaces, or shiny with exotic tones of precious metals, not limited to gold or orichalcum.
The luxuriousness and excessiveness is beyond belief, to such an extent, that i can't decide where to look.
"Leave me in my bed and go take care of your Pirate Whore".
{Is she jealous?}.
"Cutie will be fine…".
"I will too!". Seinnissia proclaims hurriedly, almost as if i had underestimated her abilities.
I let Seinnissia lie on the bed, resting on her belly. "Of course you will". I emphasize, doing my best attempt to not to sound mocking or condescending, but causing the opposite effect.
"I don't need your pity!". She roars, stamping her fist on the mattress, wincing in pain with the sudden tremble shaking the bed.
{Being assuring is not my thing. I better stick to be brash as always}.
"I'm not giving you any pity. I am speaking up with you, because i want to communicate appropriately with My Fearless Fiancée. So whenever i feel sorry for you. I'll just look down at you from a higher ground…".
She tilts her head, observing as i lower my posture, crouching besides her, partially facing her.
"I am too direct, upfront and straightforward, you could probably say that i am a bit plain or vanid. I don't have game on this back and forth that i see on many couples, because i prefer to employ my time in playing a more entertaining and fun activity…".
The sexual undertone is too evident for Seinnissia to miss it. Her cheeks flushing dimly, controlling her agitated heartbeat.
I slowly bring my hand to her face, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, brushing the contour with gentleness. "Thanks for protecting Cutie's life".
"I did it for you". She confess flatly. "«Don't forget my place». Ceremony or not. I'm your «First Wife». But that doesn't mean i'll foolishly fight for your attention. I'm not an idiot. Have as many Concubines, Slaves, and Wives as you want, but you'd better impregnate me and give me at least a «Pure Heiress» and a «Pure Scion»".
"That is «Oddly Specific»…".
{She must have her own agenda or troubles to deal with…}.
"But i have to admit, that it sounds like a wonderful future to attain". I lean closer. "I hope our descendants are like you, and before you say it. «No». I am not being cheesy. I really think your eyes and my hair make a good match, we have Vessa as a base example".
"Vestaria's hair is beautiful…". Admits Seinnissia, half absentminded, realizing she blurted out several of her deepest desires, frustrated at her current vulnerability. "Can you give me some space Vurckair?. I don't want you to see me in this state, like a fragile coward".
"You know Seinnissia. I used to think that way about me. Because i was right. «You are not a coward». Knowing how and when to concede, it's a strength, not a weakness, and it's a trait i lack. Which could had cost me my life if it weren't for Vestaria's pleading eyes…".
"You keep talking about other women when i am with you...". Seinnissia pouts cutely and grudgeful, looking captivating with her adorable jealousy.
I snort. "I have to admit you are right My Fierce Fiancée. So let me focus on you".
"What are you talking about?".
"Well. I'm pretty skilled with the «Accelerated Healing Therapy»".
"You just made that up. Didn't you My Frisky Fiancé?".
"Guilty of the charges. It doesn't really have a name, so i put a label on it".
"YOU!…". Seinnissia was about to lash at me, but the pain in her back is high, subsiding the intensity of her response, diminishing the stingy sensation. "You just want to see my naked silhouette".
"Correct. Although your bodysuit leaves nothing to the imagination Seinnissia. Or. Is really so bad that i have lustful thoughts, indecent desires and crave to have rough passionate intimacy with My Fuckable Fiancée?".
Her answer doesn't come out, interrupted by the grimace of pain, her face contorting with agony.
"Are you sure you don't want me to treat you?. I can relieve the pain, or at least reduce it".
She sighs. "Don't make me regret this decision". To the beat of her statement, Seinnissia's back loses the protection of her bodysuit, showing a large bruise.
{It's less serious than what i was expecting}.
However, there is a problem.
{I can't control my own bodysuit, and my hands are protected by the symbiotic fabric}.
Said feature is what allows me to abruptly lose the gloves from my outfit.
{It responds to my necessities}.
With my palms free, the production of my natural lubrication is extremely simple.
"Tell me if you are in pain somewhere else". I inform kindly to Seinnissia, but she remains silent, so i start by coating her body with my natural lube, careful when dealing with her bruise…