As Renard got closer to Kyrie and Vivian, he couldn't help feeling increasingly more uncomfortable with how his relationship with Kyrie remained a secret. Now that he'd renewed his encounters with Kyrie, it really was beginning to cement more and more in his mind that his relationship with Kyrie was something he wanted to last. As much as Vivian was trying to get closer to him, there were just some avenues that Kyrie could connect with him with that he wasn't sure Vivian ever would. However, he didn't want to just blow off Vivian's attempts to get closer to him and hiding his relationship with Kyrie was something big enough that she should know about. He didn't want to lose Vivian, but he also felt like he couldn't just sweep this under the rug, either.
… How should he bring it up with Kyrie though?
Renard lightly played with Kyrie's hair as she lay in his lap, and his eyes drifted from her out to the surrounding environment of the menagerie. While the lady was away this place had become a much safer place for them to spend time together; Vivian sometimes came out to the garden to find him, but she never came here to find Kyrie. The only downside was that when the lady and Isaac were gone, Kyrie worried about them a bit. It was a dull sadness, one that didn't interfere with their sex or manifest much when they spent time together, but it did flit across her expression at times.
It was sweet how much she cared for Isaac, and it reminded him a lot of how Vivian cared so much for him. Women really did become so beautiful when they were in love. Renard didn't even begrudge Kyrie for having such feelings of love towards Isaac and not himself; if he was honest, having one woman act that way towards him was exhausting enough. Renard didn't want to come between what Kyrie had for Isaac, but at the same time, telling her that he wanted to reveal their relationship would definitely come between her and Isaac.
Revealing their relationship was just going to be a real can of worms. Scrunching his face up in thought, he couldn't help but wonder if he could try and include Kyrie in his relationship with Vivian going forward; they didn't necessarily have to be revealing past transgressions, more just getting Vivian in the know in a more open way. While he did feel like he'd eventually be able to coax Vivian into accepting it, there was no way that Isaac ever would. Renard knew that if he was ever to broach the topic with Isaac then he would get a swift punch to the face as a response, but what if Kyrie was the one to tell him? How would Isaac feel if she was to express an interest in having sex with Renard while keeping her relationship with Isaac intact? The only problem with this train of thought was that Kyrie would never go for that idea, certainly not on her own. She was a timid creature, and if there was any risk at all that something would go wrong then Kyrie would be inclined to inaction.
So that left the question: how did he bring this up with Kyrie?
As Renard let out a soft hum of contemplation, Kyrie's only response was to shift slightly in his lap. Renard was pretty sure that she'd fallen asleep there, and that would be another thing to address shortly, but for now he was still occupied with coming up with a plan.
One of the reasons he'd been toying with the idea of bringing their relationship public was because Vivian was becoming more and more ok with the idea that Renard slept with other people in the house. He would hardly say that she was fully accepting, but something he did notice was that she was becoming increasingly more mild-mannered around Dessi. Vivian didn't have to be forced to respond to her anymore, and she often directed comments of her own volition towards Dessi that weren't filled with hatred nowadays. None of them had dared to comment on how strange it was even if they had all noticed it, mostly because they didn't want to deter Vivian from her current course.
Perhaps she was only being nicer to Dessi because she was becoming more comfortable in her own relationship with Renard: if she felt more confident about the stability of her relationship then there really was no need to worry about Dessi stealing him away. Still, even if that's all that was motivating Vivian to be nicer, it was a good first step in getting her to actually accept polyamory. Renard suspected that if he tried to comment to Vivian that he wanted to have sex with Kyrie, she would bristle like usual, but he was positive that her friendship with Kyrie would win out over her jealousy. And if it didn't... Well... Renard would have to pass that hurdle when it came.
Beginning the process of waking Kyrie up, Renard let his hand trail down the side of her face before reaching her exposed neck. She was laying on the ground next to him, with her head in his lap facing away from him. Her clothes were still partially open and disheveled from what they'd been up to earlier, which meant that it was very easy for Renard to slip a hand into her loose dress to gently grab at her breasts. Thinking that he would play the "how long will it take her to wake game" with Kyrie, he barely got through that thought before she was startling awake.
Her eyes quickly fluttered open as she moved to sit up, and this motion meant that Renard's hand was forced out of her shirt.
"W-what? Renard? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep."
She was clearly flustered, and as she brought a hand up to her neck where Renard had exited her dress, it began to dawn on her that he had effectively groped her into consciousness. Blushing from this revelation, she glanced over at him to see that he was looking at her with an amused smile.
"Quite sensitive, aren't you?"
Unsure what to really say to that, Kyrie's blush just got worse as Renard chuckled and pulled her over so that she was sitting in his lap. Now that she was here, Renard moved both hands up to push Kyrie's breasts a bit roughly, causing her to gasp and press her body into his a little further. When Renard spoke again, it was right up against her ear, and she couldn't help the soft trembling that was beginning.
"I do this with Vivian sometimes: pleasure her in her sleep to see how long it takes before she wakes up. Vivian tends to sleep through a fair amount of the foreplay, but it seems that you don't want to miss a single second."
Renard began to massage Kyrie's breasts at these words, and Kyrie let out a soft sound as she bit at the inside of her bottom lip. It was a strange comment for Renard to make though: Kyrie didn't think he'd ever told her about the sex that he'd had with other members of the house. She'd always been a little curious how it was different, but that curiosity never would've manifested to anything on Kyrie's own: she would not go trying to spy on people while they had sex, and Kyrie certainly wasn't going to ask about something that was so private. Sure people like Renard and Dessi probably wouldn't mind talking about it, and perhaps even Vivian would be willing to talk to Kyrie about it, but it just felt like too intimate of a topic for her to even venture to ask about.
This was the angle Renard was going to try: while he subtly worked with Vivian to get her more used to the idea of him having sex with other women, he was going to subtly work on Kyrie to get her to associate Vivian with more intimate moments. Renard wanted bits of the household to seep into their time together, so that his encounters with Kyrie didn't have to remain strange isolated moments in the menagerie. If he wanted Kyrie to get more comfortable with sharing their relationship, he had to fit their time into the rest of the household rather than trying to hide it. It had already begun a little with the necklace that Isaac had given Kyrie, and now it was Vivian's turn to enter into their play. The more the rest of the house filtered into their intimate time, the easier it would be for him when he finally told Kyrie about how he wanted to make their relationship more public. If she already felt like things were starting to meld together, it wouldn't take too much more of a push to get her to agree.
It would just be so much more convenient if they were all on the same page, especially now that Vivian was more receptive to the idea than she had been initially! If he could openly talk to everyone about it then he wouldn't have to worry about trying to cram time in with one person before another, they could just make a schedule instead. Plus, their lovemaking wouldn't be limited to only certain parts of the house once everything was out in the open. Perhaps even someday he'd have more than one partner for his bed. That might be a bit of wishful thinking on his part though: even if Vivian was becoming more accepting, he didn't think she'd ever get to that point. He was getting a little ahead of himself, but he couldn't help it when faced with such a liberating idea as making their relationships public.
It was remarkable that it had taken Renard this long to be unsatisfied with the current state of affairs: he always seemed to want just a little more than he already had, after all. Perhaps the attack on the house had greatly delayed his thoughts on the matter, but now that he was thinking past that again he decided that it was time to enact these plans instead of just thinking about them for ages. Excessive thinking only muddled things up, it was action that ultimately moved things forward.
And so he acted.
Sliding the top of Kyrie's dress down to expose her torso, Renard was soon moving his hands back up along her body to fondle her smaller breasts.
"Does what I do with Vivian hold interest to you, Kyrie?"
The fact that he picked up on this hidden curiosity of hers struck her down to the core, and she struggled to give him a response.
"I.... No, I--"
She wasn't able to get much out before Renard interrupted her by giving her nipples both a soft pinch. A whimper left Kyrie instead of words, and Renard used this time to speak himself.
"Don't lie to me, Kyrie. I've seen the pictures that you've drawn: there's ones of yourself and Isaac, ones of you and me, but most interestingly, there's ones of Lady Dandridge and her mysterious lover. You're clearly curious, and yet you haven't drawn anyone but Lady Dandridge in highly stylized pictures. They're suggestive but not clear in the details... Usually you're so good with the details and have no problems drawing others, yet when you have ventured to draw the sexual exploits of another you are so timid with both of these things."
Once again Renard was probing deep into her innermost thoughts, and she felt like her mouth was completely dry, rendering her unable to voice a response even if she had one. Her breathing was coming faster now as her mind sped through her own thoughts. It was wrong of her to want to know about the sexual exploits of others, but when they had learned Mae was pregnant it had come as such a surprise that her imagination had run wild. Mae didn't seem like the kind of person that would have sex, and Kyrie longed to know what she was like in the bedroom. Surely it had to be different from usual; just how was it that the lady looked when she lost herself to pleasure?
… Was she a voyeur?
No... No she couldn't be. It wasn't that she wanted to watch people at their most intimate because it aroused her, she did it because these scenes evoked feelings, feelings that she so desperately wanted to draw! If her own experiences were anything to go on then Kyrie was sure that they would make the most beautiful pictures. She could only see them in her mind though, because she'd never be able to see them past that. Having sex with Renard had opened her eyes to some differences in the act of sex, but it didn't change the fact that she was still a constant; she'd never be able to see the full differences of what two other people having sex would be like.
Yet what Renard was doing here—telling her bits and pieces of what he did with others—made Kyrie feel almost ashamed by how much she longed to hear more about it. Ashamed because he was doing it while arousing her, and she didn't know whether it was her hearing what he did with others that aroused her or just the fact that he was pleasuring her. She didn't want to think that she derived arousal from watching others at their most intimate, but when she was given an effective visual aid like this it was hard not to.
Her lack of a response as her mind raced with these thoughts was enough to goad Renard on.
"Is it because you don't know? Because you haven't seen it for yourself?"
As he said this, he gave both of her breasts a rough jostle, and Kyrie let out a soft moan, before hanging her head forward in defeat. He was reading her so easily, and a part of her couldn't help but find it remarkable how easy of a time Renard had of finding these more hidden desires with her.
"Is it the same reason why you never drew yourself for the longest time?"
Lifting her head up with one of his hands, he let his hand rest underneath her chin, keeping her head tilted upwards while he leaned in to bite at her ear. Renard couldn't help but wish that he had a mirror so that he could look straight into her eyes as he spoke. But since he didn't have one he'd just have to make due with his voice, mouth and hands.
"Well, just as I helped you solve that problem I will help you solve this one."
Another shiver coursed through Kyrie's body at these words, and her heart pounded with excitement as he leaned down to nip at her neck.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Renard's fingers trailed up from under her chin to the sides of her face, and Kyrie couldn't resist the urge to clench her eyes shut. Renard certainly saw her do this though and wasn't about to have any of that.
"Don't close your eyes, Kyrie, answer the question."
He gave her nipple a pinch of reprimand, and Kyrie opened her eyes suddenly with a sharp burst of breath leaving her mouth as well. It took her a moment to actually respond, and in the interim all Renard could hear was how labored her breathing had gotten. Sometimes, even he was surprised by how well he seemed to understand her, but at the same time it made perfect sense; they were kindred spirits in their own way, as if he was the only one who could cut past her heavy veils and see what lay hidden there. About to give her nipple another pinch to urge her to respond, he stopped when her lips began to move.
"I would..."
Her voice was so soft that Renard almost missed her response, but he grinned triumphantly to have read her so accurately. As much as he liked teasing her and as tempting as it was to continue doing so, he did actually have an agenda here, and he wanted to make sure that it actually made progress. So instead of trying to get her to tell him what she wanted, Renard began to spin his own story, one that he was sure she would like to hear.
"Then why don't we start with how I was trying to wake you?"
Kyrie let out a soft sound of surprise as Renard had the two of them fall down onto the soft grass of the menagerie once more. He still had his arms wrapped around her to be able to access her front, and both of his hands moved back down to her breasts to begin a gentle and slow massaging, with the occasional tweaks to the nipple.
"Vivian was asleep when I came to her, so I decided that I would try waking her in a way that I'd imagine she'd enjoy. I wanted to see how far I could get without her waking up, and from just what I'm doing here with you, she barely reacted. She moved a little, but beyond that, nothing."
With Kyrie there certainly wasn't nothing though, the younger woman's eyes had closed once again, and Renard could hear the occasional soft hum being emitted from her.
"Your breasts are so different from Vivian's though, Kyrie. Hers fill my hands up completely, and when I squeeze there's quite a bit to squish. With yours though, when I squeeze I can consolidate the whole thing into a small mass. They're so petite and cute..."
Kyrie probably didn't need to know about this for her art, Renard had mostly included this description to embarrass her a little bit with such intimate talk about her breasts. Sure enough her cheeks had turned red in a blush, and Renard chuckled softly before kissing her cheek.
"Since Vivian was hardly stirring from this, I decided to move further and see just how long she would sleep."
His hand slid down Kyrie's torso, nestling in between her legs and touching at her sex. Her underwear was still off for now, so even this matched the scene he'd had with Vivian in the bedroom somewhat recently.
"When I touched her down here, I was surprised to feel exactly what I'm feeling now: she wasn't wearing any kind of underwear. No doubt she had been anticipating me but she'd fallen asleep waiting."
The idea of going into one of these encounters not wearing any underwear made Kyrie blush all the more. She felt like in order to do that a person had to be horribly bold, though this was Vivian they were talking about... She'd always been someone who wasn't afraid to speak her mind or take risks. To think that she would just not wear her underwear though! The mere thought of it filled Kyrie's mind with embarrassment; Kyrie would never do that without being expressly asked or told!
Bringing her hands up to cover her own face to hide her blush, she was soon letting out a soft sound of pleasure as Renard's fingers began to move along her sex.
"Even when I started doing this, Vivian wasn't terribly responsive. She let out a sigh, but that was about it for her more conscious reaction. Her body certainly was responding though, she got wetter and wetter down below, much like you're doing now."
Renard pulled his fingers away briefly, rubbing his fingers together to highlight this statement. Not that she'd really be able to see with how her face was so hidden.
"You're struggling so much more right now than she ever was."
As Renard teased her with this statement, he leaned in to nibble on her ear again, and Kyrie flinched from the unexpected touch as she bit at her lip. How could Vivian have slept through such things? Kyrie was relatively easy to wake up, so it was hard for her to really empathize with someone who didn't.
Kyrie was trembling something fierce from trying to hold back on her own pleasure; even though she was trying to kind of live out what Vivian had done, it was just so hard for her to do! How could she minimally react to Renard massaging her most sensitive areas? The slight modicum of resistance that Kyrie had was promptly broken when Renard smoothly slipped a finger inside of her. A loud moan left her then, one that made her embarrassed for making such a noise. Bringing her hands up to cover her mouth, Renard used his free hand to uncover her lips.
"You may not be reacting how Vivian was reacting, but that doesn't mean you should be ashamed."
Kissing the side of her face, Kyrie reluctantly let her hands drop, which just released more moans as Renard's finger probed around inside of her.
"Vivian still remained very asleep when I did this to her, but her breathing was beginning to get heavier here and I was treated to a soft little sound of pleasure as she shifted a little bit. I suspect she was just beginning to wake up here, but not enough to be coherent."
Renard's single finger explored Kyrie's wet sex, pushing in deep, stretching her entrance, curving to try and reach secret caverns inside of her... It just felt so strange to have something in her that had so much more precision than his sex, especially so because Renard was really taking his time with this stage. Kyrie's breathing was much heavier than it had been, and she moaned and squirmed with each new place that Renard touched.
"I spent some time doing this to stretch her out and get her wetter, though my own patience was running pretty thin."
Surely it had to have been against her this whole time, but as Renard said this, he pushed his hips into Kyrie, making her gasp from the sensation of his hard throbbing erection against her back. How did she not notice before now...? With what Renard was saying though, it would soon be inside of her, but with Vivian... Vivian never would've seen it coming! She'd been asleep through all of this! Surely she would wake upon being penetrated by her lover though, right?
That throbbing heat moved down Kyrie's back, until Renard maneuvered it to slide between her legs, touching her own heated flesh with his. As the head touched up against her thoroughly wet entrance, Kyrie's back arched as she let out a shuddering gasp, her hips moving just slightly, begging for him to push inside of her. Renard chuckled softly but didn't tease Kyrie too much on this matter, instead he just slid right in to her lubricated folds. After all, that's what he'd done with Vivian. He was rewarded with a deeply satisfied moan from his current lover, but he didn't begin to move quite yet.
"I got a moan out of Vivian too, and she began to open her eyes, but she didn't say anything yet. She was too lost in the haze of pleasure amplified by her dream-like state. Imagine what that must be like, Kyrie, to wake up to your lover pushing inside of you like this."
Letting one hand rest on Kyrie's stomach, Renard's other hand moved back up to her breasts, beginning to massage one as he remained motionless inside of her. Kyrie's hips were moving a little now, and her eyes once again closed, but this time not out of embarrassment, this time it was because she really wanted to feel the sensations to try and imagine the scene as it unfolded. She still wouldn't be able to see such scenes, but hearing these descriptions from Renard was better than nothing, and both Kyrie's body and her mind longed for him to continue painting this picture for her.
"It was only when I started moving that I got a single word in response to what I was doing: 'Renard?' she'd said."
He began moving as he said this, and Kyrie let out another moan as he moved so easily in and out of her. She was so caught up in the moment that she almost said his name herself, but that felt too embarrassing. Especially in the context of him telling her about what he was doing with Vivian. Was it strange that she was getting aroused by things that he did with others? That couldn't be normal, could it?
While these thoughts troubled Kyrie, one of Renard's hands trailed up to her neck, lifting it up a bit so that he could kiss where her face met her neck. With Vivian this was one of her more sensitive areas, and while Kyrie seemed to like it well enough, it wasn't like it was with Vivian.
"Renard..."
He murmured his name softly against Kyrie's flesh, and he said it again and again as he pleasured her until Kyrie finally echoed it back to him with a bright blush on her face. A grin spread across Renard's features then.
"Who else could give you such pleasure like this, my dear?"
With that he latched onto Kyrie's neck as he began pushing into her with no more of that smoothness. This was what had happened with Vivian, the instant she was awake Renard had let loose on her and she had done nothing to stop him. Kyrie too was quite lost in her own desire as he pounded into her. His hands moved down to rest on Kyrie's hips, using that as an anchor to push him in harder and deeper. Vivian and Kyrie were mixing together now, and while this had been the point all along, he was a little surprised by how much he was buying into it as well. They were the same but different, and Renard found himself wanting to try and spin more of these tales for Kyrie just to see if this meshing would keep repeating even in his own mind.
Kyrie's own hips pressed into Renard's as he slammed into her, and Renard kissed all along her neck as she made her noises of lust. Renard also put his own moans in there, and that just further increased Kyrie's arousal. He didn't have to moan right into Kyrie's ear to get her to release though: all he did was increase his pace just a little and her small body was seizing up in his arms.
A loud cry of pleasure was heard from her as her inner walls clenched around him, and he let out his own moan as he released inside of her. He had done the same exact motions that he'd done with Vivian and yet they had managed to feel so different with Kyrie. Kissing Kyrie's spine at the back of her neck, Kyrie shivered to be touched at such a sensitive place in her heightened state.
"Vivian had needed a little more coaxing to cum than you did, and you were more vocal than a half asleep Vivian, but I think now you've got a bit of a better sense of what something between her and I would look like in the bedroom."
Kyrie didn't really say anything in response to this, Renard could only hear her breathing deeply as her body slowly began to relax again. She did feel like she had more of a sense of what it might be like, but at the same time she wasn't quite satisfied. She wished that she could truly see it and sure enough Renard managed to pick up on this.
"Of course that's nothing compared to the real thing."
A soft shiver coursed through her to hear Renard speaking her thoughts aloud right up against her ear, but other than that he didn't say anything more. His mind was still churning on how he might accomplish having Kyrie watch them. She both wanted to know and didn't want to know, and Renard could feel her excitement and nervousness emanating from every fiber of her being as he held her close to his body, lavishing her with soft kisses.
Yes... he would have to figure out a way to get her to watch.