Well hello everyone! If you want to know, the full A/N is at the bottom of the chapter, so you can get to reading. This is a one time top note, ok? Just to skim through, there is a crack pairing/harem of PleinairXLaharlXEtnaXFlonne. No lesbianism though. Also, this may get a little confusing... So... yeah. Every other A/N will be in brackets, btw.

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Set in an AU (Alternate Universe )

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He ran his small hands across her supple body, save for the flatlands where her chest was. He inhaled her scent, relishing the smell. She moaned in approval...

He was above her, a dirty grin plastered on his face. She returned the expression, urging him to continue. The anticipation and tension was eating away at both of them. He slowly eased in, and she couldn't help but have a sharp intake of breath...

The two reached the edge together. It was over in a moment, the sounds of their ectasy piercing the walls. They cried out their names in unison.

"Etna!"

"Laharl!"

End the dream...

Etna walked into Laharl's chambers to the sound of rugged panting. She held a stone knife in her hand, dipped in a poison she concoted by herself. She was slightly concerned though, as years of service under Laharl's family had caused her family to develop a fierce loyalty to them; and the panting was slightly concerning.

Nonetheless, Etna walked towards the sleeping prince. He seemed almost angelic in his sleep, aside from the fact he was a demon through and through. He was at peace, aside from whatever dream he was having to cause such a reaction.

Saying a brief prayer of luck to herself, Etna lowered the blade slightly. In a flash though, Laharl called Etna's name out rather loudly; luckily, the walls were sound proofed in the event an overlord had a mistress and... You can see where I'm going, right?

Etna, on the other hand, was not so composed. She was beet red at the lust-filled cry coming from her "master". She could feel lust affecting her, as an overlord could sometimes press other's emotions.

Etna felt hot under the collar she wore, and she could swear that she had gotten... drenched from the sudden lust. She blushed uncontrollably, and she could feel tingling between her thighs.

She moaned slightly, and she couldn't think straight. She was redder than hellfire, and she couldn't hold it in any longer. She moaned extremely loudly and nearly pounced on top of the young prince's sleeping form.

Dissmissing the dirty thoughts to the best of her abilities, she slinked out of the room before she couldn't hold in her lust anymore. Thankfully, she was able to escape the influence. The overlord's chambers were also magically proofed, in the event that the emotional spread from... you can see where I'm going with this too, right?

Etna was grasping her chest tightly. She could easily remember the feeling of lust she felt radiating from Laharl and piercing her body. She could barely shake off her dirty thoughts. luckily, no prinnies were around to see her that flustered.

Sneaking back to her chambers, which were right beside Laharl's, Etna lay down in her bed, still panting. Figuring that she would have to satisfy the dirty craving she recieved, Etna didn't hesitate to begin undressing. Before she started though, she wondered what exactly went through Laharl's mind for such a strong lustful effect. Oh well, she could use it to blackmail him later on...

The next morning

Laharl rose from his bed, a cold, sticky substance forcing his clothes to cling to his legs. The air smelled heavily of an oddly familiar feminine scent beside his bed. Of course, Laharl had no memory of his dirty dream.

Rising out of bed and switching to a fresh set of clothing, Laharl proceeded to Etna's room. He had decided risk his life in order to rouse her from her sleep that day. Let's say he was... curious about something.

Unlike himself, Laharl slowly opened the door, and he crept into the room. A strange, light, lustful emotional outburst was in the air.

Scanning the room, Laharl found Etna's bed. He could see some clothes lying on the floor, and the back of the mind began processing dirty thoughts. He boldly walked to Etna, but stopped dead in his tracks beside her bed. His eyes widened.

Etna, in all her radiance, was in the nude before Laharl's eyes. A small trickle of blood flowed down Laharl's face, from his nose. For some reason, her body didn't instill pain into him like usual women, say, Flonne, admittedly.

Feeling an odd impulse to rub her thighs and sides, Laharl batted the thought away by force. He lowered himself so that his mouth was right beside her ear, and prepared for a quiet waking...

"Someone stole the pudding, dood!" Laharl screeched uncharacteristically, only to be met with a reflex punch to the face. Etna had thought he was a prinny.

"Who the hell-"

Etna stopped when she noticed her own nude form and Laharl, who was sitting on the ground, nursing a sore cheek.

"What are you doing here?" Etna asked as though she was in the position of power.

"I came to wake you, geez. No need to treat me like a prinny, dood..." Laharl emphasized the dood part.

"What for? To foce bondage on me, being naked, and pleasure yourself by raping me and torturing me at the same time!" Etna jumped to the conclusion.

"I'm an overlord, I have better things to do than press myself onto my flat-chested subjects." Laharl replied coolly.

"You bastard! Just tell me what you want and get out!"

"I want you to cosplay for me." Laharl deadpanned

"I knew you were going to- wait, wait, cosplay?" Etna gaped incredulously at Laharl.

"Yes. I heard rumors that human women would dress with neko ears and a cat tail, and men would be pleased with the result. I want to see if this would lead to any working battle implements." Laharl explained, and Etna sweatdropped even further into her bed at the thought of large-breasted neko-women forming a scantily-clad, suggestive army.

"I have a tail already, so no can do. Get Flonne to do it. Her tail is less obvious."

"But I thought it would look more, confound this slang, sexy on you."

Etna's jaw dropped, and she suddenly felt extremely self consious. She covered her body up with a blanket and blushed fiercly.

"F-fine! Just get o-out! I'll cosplay for you, just please, get out!" Etna cried in a girlish tone.

"Great! I'm eagerly anticipating such a vixen in these clothes." Laharl grinned to himself, wondering if his new idea could be used as a counter to some overlords. Of course, Etna interpretted this as a predatory grin.

Laharl walked out of the room without much of a sound, leaving a yet again drenched Etna in his wake. She scrambled out of bed and dressed, trying her best to dry off.

Later that morning

Laharl approached Flonne's room quietly. He opened the door calmly and noticed that Flonne was nowhere to be seen, even on the bed. The sound of a shower running hinted her location in the bathroom. Navigating through her annoying amount of anime, manga, and tokusatsu, Laharl barged into the washroom.

The air was steamy, and the mirrors were all foggy. The shower was conceiled by a thick shower curtain, though Laharl could see a curvy (yet again, not in the chest) silhoutte behind it.

Tearing the shower curtain to the side, Laharl revealed Flonne's nude self, humming to herself. Her hair clung to her back, and she seemed blissfully unaware of Laharl peering into the shower.

"Top of the morning, Flonne." Laharl deadpanned, and Flonne screamed rather loudly

"L-Laharl! What are you doing in here?" Flonne asked in a rather flustered manner.

"I'm here to make a proposition. Something that may aid in my conquest!"

Naturally, Flonne's otaku ways linked conquest to a galge. She thought he was trying to seduce her.

"W-what kind of p-proposition?" Flonne asked in fear

"Sex. No, that was just a bad joke. Knowing you, I'm sure that cosplaying would be fine with you, correct?" Laharl asked, turning the water knobs to their off positions.

"Cosplaying?" Flonne asked, her face lighting up.

"Correct. I want you to dress a maid."

Flonne squealed in excitement, her anxiety and fear washing away. She hopped out of the shower and embraced Laharl tightly with her naked self. Laharl held back a flash of red.

"I'm on it! I have a whole bunch of maid outfits. Say, what would you like better?" Flonne asked, pulling a large wardrobe out of the wall loaded with maid outfits.

"Skimpy, exposing, and as provocative as possible. Black lace panties and bra. It seems like a popular fashion in the overworld."

"Oh, I got just the thing! I'll meet you at lunch!" Flonne squealed, running into the wardrobe as if she wasn't completely naked.

Sighing to himself, Laharl walked out of the room, moving to his throne room. He sat on the oversized chair, and began to ponder.

At lunch time

"Etna, Flonne, you can come out of those change rooms now. I won't indulge too much." Laharl said impatiently.

"We're two women changing! Of course we take our time so that egomaniacs won't-" Etna started, but was cut off when the other change room burst open

Out came Flonne, dressed in a front-only maid outfit in red and black. Her usual bunny-ear-like bow was fashioned into a red maid's tiara. She spun around, and Laharl mused at the extremely frilly lingerie she wore.

When Flonne looked at Laharl, she tilted her head slightly, waiting for a positive.

"Love it." Laharl said half-heartedly

"Thanks!" Flonne squealed, tackling Laharl to the ground in a bear hug and nuzzling their faces together

"Are you two done? I'm out of the changing room now..." Etna said, a little bit of jealousy in her voice.

"Of course" Laharl said bluntly, getting up to look at etna.

Suprisingly, she seemed to want to clean up properly.

Etna wore a red and black set of frilly lingerie, and wore a thin mesh shirt over her chest. Her tail was still the same, but she had a pair of clip on cat ears on her head. She looked over at Laharl with an innocent look, and covered herself up like a shy girl.

"Absolutely wonderful. That, and Flonne's outfit, are quite arousing if I say so myself." Laharl praised them, earning a loud cheer from Flonne, and a shy blush from Etna. Etna seemed slightly out of character in the outfit.

"Thanks, prince, but maybe you should dress up too, right Etna?" Flonne asked Etna, and both developed devious smirks.

"Absolutely not!" Laharl screamed in protest, but the girls had grabbed both of his arms and dragged him into a third changing room. A prinny tossed a set of clothes over the door and waddled away, muttering something about "female rapists"

"Release me this instant! I am the overlord, and I demand that you release me!" Laharl kept repeating

"Relax Laharl, we're just going to change you into some new clothes, in return for us changing into these." Etna said with sadistic glee.

"We're just stripping you and putting you in new clothes, no biggie" Flonne added, smiling suggestively at Laharl. She had let her demon side assume control for a while

"Why! You were to not to get anything out of this!" Laharl screamed in a shrill voice.

"Shouldn't you be happy that two vixens," Etna paused to emphasize herself, "Are stripping you?"

"Don't you remember that I'm physically harmed by vixens?" Laharl said sarcastically

Both Etna and Flonne grinned even more

"This may be time for us to bond... And to get some payback for being unnesscesarily cruel..."Etna and Flonne purred.

"I'm just performing my duties as an overlord!"

"And we're performing our duties as servants. After all, you did say that you were invited to the overlord's banquet." Flonne replied

"The banquet was a means to kill other overlords!" Laharl screeched

"We're the chaperones! After all, it'd be our pleasure to feed you..." Etna purred suggestively into Lahar's ear, enjoying seeing the young overlord squirm

"This is enough! Just take me back! Take me back to before this all happened!" Laharl screamed, letting out a burst of odd demonic energy

Before the girls could further their "punishment", a backwards tug tore Laharl through the door. He grunted as he flew into the wall. The girls looked at him in amazement, seeing that he wa progressingly getting more opaque.

The tug became strong, and soon it felt like Etna was pulling on Laharl's scarf (which was quite the tug, much like a fleet of boat tugs pulling on you). Laharl squinted in pain as the pull became painful. His vision began to blur.

Suddenly, the pull was gone, but as was Lahar's vision. He tumbled through space, flailing his arms about wildly. Before he was unconsious, he could have sworn he saw the face of his father staring down at him, a prospecting look.

14 years prior

"Stop it! Put her down!" A female voice screamed (Just a note that I have no clue if the demon-dog thing had a name, I don't play in Etna mode.

"Are you talking back to nobles, wench? You're even worse than those useless prinnies!" A noble demon sneered, and the rest of the group began laughing

"After this, maybe we can have some fun with her, ne?" Another noble demon suggested, grinning in a dangerous smirk

Laharl watched from the distance, appearing in the area crouched on a rooftop. He had his sword draped over his shoulders, and he felt somewhat different, as if his drive to do evil was gone.

Laharl felt droves of rage build inside himself as he watched his future vassal get beaten, and her pet was tossed around harshly. The noble demons spat on her and stole what little money she had. One noble demon threw her on her back and started tearing at the rags she wore.

Finally snapping, Laharl lunged from his hiding spot, as if this was the most natural thing he would do in the situation. Soundlessly, he landed on one noble demon's shoulders, twisting its head to the side and jerking it back. A sickening crunch was heard quickly, and the demon fell limp.

Before the rest of the demons could notice, Laharl swung an energy-enhanced sword at their knees. Most of the noble demons fell instantly, their lower legs burning into a seared heap.

"Don't you dare do anything to her, scum!" Laharl snarled, demonic energy and killer intent flooding off of him. He crouched like an animal, and his fangs lengthed extremely. It was a truely demonic scene.

"Brat! You think you can challenge-"

Before the noble could finish, Laharl lobbed off the entire group of noble demon's heads, and the sound of soft thuds could be heard. Laharl sheathed his sword, then offered a hand to the younger Etna. She gladly accepted.

"T-thank you mister! They would have r-raped me!" Etna cried, putting her face onto Laharl's chest, bawling

Wrapping his arms around her like it was the most natural thing he could do, Laharl gently patted her back in a comforting way. He felt a comfortable, warm feeling beginning to well up in his heart. Huh, love-mania was right.

Suddenly, Laharl snapped out of his demonic self. He abruptly let go of Etna, much to her displeasure. To soothe her, he simply let her cry on his shoulders.

"Stop crying... Your voice," Laharl paused to think, trying to think of a way to stop her crying, "Your voice, uh, annoys me."

"That's a bad lie. But still... Thank you mister... They beat me everyday, and today I was worried they would actually steal my virginity and my pet from me..." Etna said, still teary.

"They were weak, they had to be erased. They were picking a fight with someone that clearly couldn't do anything." Laharl said, his normal self about to return. Etna still smiled though.

"I don't really have anything else to thank you with except for," Etna said, getting closer to Laharl and angling her face to his, "this."

With that, she gently pressed their lips together. Unfortunately, Laharl returned to normal right away.

His cheeks burned red, and he sprang backwards. Taking a look at his bearings, he realized that he was still in the netherworld. The place looked unfamiliar though, the streets were cleaner, and the amount of bodies on the streets was close to zero.

"I didn't know that my dark knight would be so shy." The younger Etna mused

"S-shut up! I don't know you, so I'll just be t-taking my leave!" Laharl replied, his head still swirling in confusion.

Taking a 180 degree turn, Laharl walked straight into a person.

Looking up, said person was none other than Overlord Krichevskoy.

"I don't think you need to go anywhere..." He said, looking down with an appraising look

"I-I need to return home! Out of my way!" Laharl snarled, forgetting that he was visting the time before he was born; while the younger Etna gasped at his rude behavior to the overlord

"My, my, quite the feisty little fellow you are, aren't you. Judging from you looks, you don't have anywhere else to go, and you don't have anything to do, right? You just want to get away from the girl that just kissed you, right?" Krichevskoy deduced, rather correctly too

"W-what are you talking about? Are you insane? Just get out of my way before I use force!" Laharl kept persisting

"You shouldn't talk to the overlord like that..." Younger Etna whispered meekly, and Laharl heard

"You know," Krichevskoy started, "If you don't have a place to go, I always would be happy to take you under my wing. A person with your ideals would be good for the royal image... Well, at least I think that your ideals are noble. I'll take in your friend too. She seems to be having it rough."

"I would gladly take that offer." Younger Etna said politely

Laharl pondered for a second. If what Etna's diaries said were true (yes he looked through them), then this was supposed to be when Krichevskoy was supposed to find and help bury her pet. That would mean that he was far into the past, before he was born (he hadn't figured this out already, okay?). That would also mean no prinny squad, no Flonne (she was comic relief sometimes), and no servants.

Really, he couldn't live without much of the servants.

"Fine..." Laharl groaned.

"Wonderful. Now, if you follow me..." Krichevskoy started walking, but Laharl simply hmphed, and teleported to the castle.

"Interesting fellow, right?" Krichevskoy commented, and Etna just shrugged.

-Later-

Etna and Krichevskoy finally arrived at the castle twenty minutes later. Etna held her pet close to her chest, and looked around nervously. She was in noble territory now, and she could literally smell the wealth.

"Relax young Etna, they won't do harm to you while I still live." Krichevskoy said, "And as long as your... heh, boyfriend, lives as well." He added, causing Etna to go red. It wasn't that she liked him like that, she just kissed him as a thank-you, especially because it was her first kiss

"I'm more worried about him attacking me instead... He sort of seems volatile, actually..." Etna laughed nervously

"I wouldn't attack anyone that is weak." Laharl said bluntly and half-heartedly. Of course, Krichevskoy and Etna saw through that. Laharl didn't "like" Etna, he simply hoped that she would be able to become a servant later on.

"Isn't that charming? He cares so much about you." Krichevskoy mused

"Not really..." Etna said sarcastically

Laughing, Krichevskoy led them into the castle grounds, up a flight of stairs, and to a room with a moderate sized wooden door.

"Here we are. You two are going to have to share quarters though, because as of now, you two are step-siblings." Krichevskoy announced, much to Laharl's displeasure

"That's neat." Etna said, rushing into the room.

"Must you do this, father?" Laharl spat

"Now, now, you should defend your friend. She has some strange aura about her. I know you can sense it, overlord." Krichevskoy emphasized overlord

Laharl froze. He turned around slowly and looked at his father

"Do... Do you know?" Laharl asked

"Of course. No regular demon could teleport so fast, let alone to the castle grounds. So tell me, why are you here?" Krichevskoy asked, suddenly becoming serious

"What incentive do you have to give me?" Laharl asked

Krichevskoy paused, then answered, "I'll use hypnosis to make your girlfriend rape you, rather painfully too."

"Ha! That won't work, I have no and no need for mistresses!"

"What about the girl you just saved? She seemed rather eager, did she not?"

"Only because I saved her weak ass from being raped..." Laharl countered

"Pah, one day, you'll need love... Even if you're an overlord" Krichevskoy said

"Whatever. Now, if you have any better incentives, than maybe I'll talk..." Laharl trailed off

"I could use a long-lost "son"... That would help public image. You know, "Overlord valiantly saves son from clutches of..." Etcetera, etcetera."

"I think that would get you popularity in celestia, but not here." Laharl deadpanned

"There are demons like that in the world. Trust me, you'd be surprised." Krichevskoy said

"Whatever... But that "son" thing... Do I get all the royal benefits?" Lahrl asked suspiciously

"Of course. If you want, I'll even give your girlfriend the royal benefits too."

"I'll talk then. And since when was that girl my girlfriend?"

"Ever since she kissed you... And does she get the royal benefits? You're deciding her fate at the castle... Maid, or maiden?"

"You make this sound awkward..." Laharl said nervously

"Of course it's awkward! I like to fluster my subjects."

"Well... Ignoring that statement..." Laharl paused

He thought it over. Etna became near-royality when Krichevskoy took her in. That made her into his servant, aside from their family ties. If he was to get a powerfull ally on his side, he would have to make her royalty.

"Of course she should be royalty as well!" Laharl announced.

Krichevskoy grinned

"Good choice. Now, about your being an overlord..."

"I shall tell you..." Laharl paused, "After supper."

Krichevskoy sweat dropped, but stood again and straightened himself up.

"Alright. As for your arrangements, this room here shall be shared between you two. There is one bed, one bathroom, and a few luxuries. Kindly pass this information on, will you?" Krichevskoy explained

"Roger." Laharl said sarcastically.

"Alright. I need you to change for the overlord banquet today, so you should hurry. You have about twenty minutes. I believe you already know where the banquet hall is, right?"

"Right. I'll attempt to not show up at all." Laharl said before going into the room and shutting the door

Turning around, looking into the room, Laharl's eyes widened. Yet again, he was peeping on a naked Etna

She was slipping on the midriff chest covering she usually wore when she was older. Noticing Laharl, she screamed loudly

"What are you doing in here!" She screamed, snatching a blanket off of the bed to cover herself up

"We're being forced to share a room, a bed, and a shower." Laharl deadpanned

"What! I knew this was a bad idea before, but now..." Etna panicked

"What if you rape me in my sleep-"

"And you're becoming a princess." Laharl added

"and- wait, what?" Etna asked incredulously

"You're being instated as a princess because of my pleading to Krichevskoy..." Laharl lied easily

"Really? If that's true, then forget what I said earlier! I'd be glad to share this room with you! Oh, I'm not worried about anything now, I'll be a mistress when I get older and- wait, wait, does that mean we're going to get married?" Etna stopped her musings

"Possibly. It depends, I'd be willing, because I need and heir, but what about you?" Laharl asked

"I wouldn't be okay with that... I like you, but not like that kind of like. I like you like a brother, you know? I'm not so sure I'd marry my own brother..."

"But you kissed me earlier on!" Laharl whined

"That kiss was for saving me! It was my first kiss too, so you better treasure it!" Etna warned him

"It was mine too, and you should be glad that I would kiss someone weak, like you."

Etna visibly seemed crestfallen.

"So... That kiss meant nothing to you?" Etna asked, slightly saddened

"It seems like it was nothing to you either." Laharl countered, "You said it was just a reward!"

"But it was special to me! I enjoyed what little of a kiss I got, but what about you?" Etna began crying slightly.

"Of course it was special! It was my first as well! Do you understand what you've done?" Laharl argued

"And what exactly does that mean?" Etna asked

"You should be able to figure that out yourself!" Laharl answered

Pausing to growl at each other, the two noticed a prinny standing in the door. Luckily for Etna, she was fully clothed.

"Hey doods, I brought some clothes for the banquet..." It started in a nervous tone

"Put them down and get out." Laharl ordered, to which the prinny complied.

"See you around, doods." The prinny waved and left

"I guess we should change into these?" Etna suggested

"Are you fine with changing in front of a man?" Laharl asked

"Well, there's probably nothing else you haven't seen yet, so okay..."

Shuffling over awkwardly, Laharl picked up the two bundles of clothes. He tossed one package to Etna, and she caught it awkwardly.

"Thanks. Maybe I should change in the bathroom..." Etna muttered after

"Do what you want, I just want to get this banquet over with." Laharl said dismissively.

Nervously untieing the rope around her clothes, Etna looked over to Laharl. Suprisingly, he was well dressed already, and the scarf was gone. Looking back down, Etna gulped. She had never worn such high class clothes in her life.

"Go on. We have a few minutes left." Laharl encouraged Etna

Nodding weakly, Etna pulled out the first article of clothing. It was a long dress gown with frilly edging and many laces. Feeling a little nervous, Etna slipped off her previous top and pulled on the gown. It wit snugly against her curves (she's a teen in this already, say 14 years... Hell, that's older than I am! Jks about that second part people)

"Hurry up, ten minutes left." Laharl prompted her.

Taking the second piece of clothing, which were a pair of devil red high-heels, Etna gingerly slipped them on. They fit like a glove (shoe, in this case... heh)

The third item in the package was a short metal key. It bore a red ruby at the ends, and it was shaped like a T.

"What is this thing?" Etna aske Laharl

Looking back, Laharl imediately recognized what the item was

"That's a shifting talisman. It's used to do tedious things for you so that you can do something else. I believe it's meant to tie all that lose lace you have." Laharl explained, "You need to press on each of the rubies for a few seconds. After that, you should notice that everything is done; got it?"

"Got it." Etna replied

Holding the rubies, Etna felt some tugging on her back. Suddenly, the talisman begun crumbling, and eventually blew away into the draft. The laces in her dress, however had all been tied and straightened. Her hair was tied back slightly, leaving some of her hair in front of her face, and the rest was tied into a ponytail behind her ears.

"I like these colors... Black, red, and white..." Etna commented

"You look ravishing." Laharl said sarcastically, although that didn't stop Etna from blushing.

Looking down, Laharl disapproved of his clothes, which looked exactly like the clothes the older Etna and Flonne tried forcing him to wear.

He was wearing a victorian-era dress shirt, colored red and black. The undershirt was a... poofy, so to speak, white button-up shirt. His pants were made of silk, but seemed more like cotton. They were pure black, and were slightly past his heels, and his shoes blended in with the pants. A talisman that he was given flattened the antenna on his head.

"However, I look like a complete retard..." Laharl muttered

"Hey, don't worry. You look fine.. Actually, you like kinda handsome like that, if I do say so myself." Etna said truthfully.

Startled, Laharl blushed slightly. He hadn't recieved such a comment like that before.

"W-whatever! Let's just link arms and head down to the banquet hall. It's family tradition here, apparently..." Laharl said truthfully

"L-link arms?" Etna asked nervously

"Of course. It's not like it really means something," Pausing, Laharl saw this as a good time to get revenge on the older Etna for her bad jokes.

Leaning in so that his mouth was by her ear, Laharl whispered in a low and husky voice

"Unless, of course, you want it to mean something... Something... Illicit..."

Turning extremely red, Etna shakily locked arms with Laharl. Something seemed just perfect about the two linking arms, and Laharl briefly wondered why he was going to such a strange occasion.

Walking down the halls, the two couldn't help but feel slightl awkward. For Etna, she was locking arms with a (supposed) stranger, while Laharl knew Etna from the future... Yeah, he couldn't help but feel a little awkward.

"Are you sure this is traditional?" Etna whispered to Laharl.

"Of course... I wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't..." He replied in a lower tone.

Rounding a corner, the two entered the banquet hall. Thanking whatever spirit of luck, every other couple that entered the banquet hall had locked arms.

"Thank goodness..." Etna sighed, and but Laharl suddenly felt lightheaded. He began listing to the side.

Soon, time seemed to freeze, and Laharl's eyes widened. He listed sideways, and fell over. As he hit the floor, a ripple went through the ground. He fell blankly through the ground and saw bright blue.

Suddenly, a vision of Pleinair appeared to him.

"Time travelling huh? Doesn't seem to fit your style, prince..." She said in a light tone. She shocked Laharl by talking so easily

"W-what's going on?" Laharl demanded in a weak voice.

Pleinair put her finger to her lips in a thinking pose. Looking back at Laharl, she replied

"You've had your first "trip", so to speak. A trip is travelling through time, and you're one of two people in total, including you, to be able to do that..." Pleinair deadpanned.

"So..." Laharl calmed down, "Who's this other time traveller?"

Pleinair looked at Laharl in surprise.

"You're taking this rather easily, prince..." She said in surprise

"I know. I'm being superior. Now hurry up and tell me who this other time traveller is!" Laharl barked

"Me" Pleinair replied instantly

"So... My relatively unknown vassal (quite untrue...) can time travel? Hmmph, I guess I'll make you my uh..." Laharl paused. Flonne was his left-hand vassal, Etna his right-hand vessel, so Pleinair was his... "... my frontal vassal!"

Pleinair actually sweat-dropped in the rapidly moving space.

"That sounds inapprorpriate. I believe I shall be your shadow now, prince." Pleinair corrected him

"Ah, oh, yes! Alright, I now appoint you as my... uh, frontal shadow?" Laharl said stupidly

"Prince, it's just shadow, not "Frontal shadow. Now, our trip is going to end soon, so, I bid you farewell my liege." Pleinair bid Laharl farewell with a friendly wave

'What a turn of events...' Laharl thought with a comical expression

With a ripple, Laharl ascended from the depths. He was on his back, and his first view was... A pair of black lace panties.

"Holy crap!" Laharl screamed, and the wearer of said panties looked down and turned completely red.

"P-p-p-p-prince! What the hell are you doing!" Etna screamed. She wasn't too found of peeping in the day, as opposed to in the morning.

Widening his eyes, Laharl bolted out of the room; which was incidentallay Etna's.

Running to his quarters, Laharl saw a small post-it on his door

Laharl,

My room number is 26. Meet me there so we can talk...

P*

Laharl stared at the neat cursive writing. He immediately knew who had left the note. Damn, that girl worked fast.

Looking around, Laharl noticed room 26 right behind him. Sweat dropping, Laharl never noticed the row of rooms across the hall.

Walking over to the door to Pleinair's room, Laharl failed to noticed Etna hiding behind a pillar. She looked over in curiosity as the door opened and Laharl's face turned red. A slender arm emerged from the door and dragged him into the room by his scarf, closing the door quietly.

On Laharl's end, when he knocked, Pleinair opened the door, only wearing her bow, a white and red tank-top, and a pair of whitepanties.

"Is it alright for you to be dressed like this?" Laharl asked, turning red. His hormones had been activated (I was going to use "turned on" here, but I realized that would sound wrong)

"It's fine my liege. I know you don't force yourselves onto your flat chested subjects." Pleinair said calmly; making Laharl feel guilty

"Oh... I was just mad at Etna, I didn't mean to insult you or anything..." Laharl said, feeling the urge to apologize

"Don't worry about it." Pleinair said quickly, noticing Etna. Extending her arm out of her room, Pleinair pulled Laharl by the scarf into her room, shutting the door behind him.

Outside, Etna felt a devilish grin coming on. Flonne would love to hear about this, and if Etna was right, (which she isn't), the two were probably doing the horizontal demon-drill right now (Which they weren't).

Sneaking over to the door, Etna slid an optical cable under the door. She had saved it for just for something like that. Snaking it under, she could see a girl clad in a tanktop sitting on Laharl. She couldn't see their faces, so she just figured Laharl was getting lucky.

In reality, as soon as the two entered the room, Pleinair tossed Laharl onto a bed. She promplty sat on his groin, just for the heck of it.

"W-what are you doing?" Laharl asked, his hormones almost driving him into hysteria mode (if you get my reference, cheers to you)

"People that are spying will simply think we are making love," Laharl cringed at the word, "When in truth, we are discussing something rather important."

Laharl blinked

"We're faking having sex to cover up a conversation?" Laharl gaped

"If worse comes to worse, we'll have make love to cover this conversation up..." Pleinair deadpanned

"What!" Laharl screamed

"Hush prince. There's an optic cable in the room. This will take but a moment..." Pleinair said in a monotone, leaning down and placing her mouth by Laharl's ear, leaning over.

Her warm breath brushed Laharl's earlobe, and he shivered in pleasure. Pleinair noticed and grinned slightly. It wasn't every day that she could see the prince so vunerable.

"It feels good..." Laharl sighed femininely

"It should, prince. Let me just take care of everything..." Pleinair sighed into Laharl's ear, her warm breath tickling them. He moaned uncharacteristically, and Pleinair grinned

"Do you like it, prince?" Pleinair asked seductively. She was letting her more demonic side take over

"Yes..." Laharl whispered

Breaking out into a full smile, Pleinair licked the outer shell of Laharl's right ear. He shivered in pleasure, and he moaned slightly. After she trailed the entire outline, Pleinair began nibbling at Laharl's ear. Both of them were in bliss

"So, prince," Pleinair said normally between nibbles, "You're in quite the situation right now. Time travel is an s-rank spell. Only the most willing can perform it, and quite frankly, the toll it takes on your body is immense. Luckily for you, prince, it made you hit puberty."

Barely listening, Laharl's mind had gone foggy. He ran his hands down Pleinair's sides, and suddenly goosed her. She squealed slightly, but soon she decided to up her game as well.

Moving her mouth to Laharl's neck, Pleinar began a hickey. Between that, she kept explaining

"Anyways, you're going to be attracting a lot of mana-eating monsters now. The spell releases an immense amount of mana, so you should be careful using it. Now, aside from that, you'll be facing a lot of trouble. Usually the spell returns you a day earlier in your real time, while you return to the past or future exactly how you were dressed, and doing exactly what you were doing. That means that you'll be able to "pause" yourself. Got it?" Pleinair finished just as a bold hickey was on Laharl's neck.

"I-I understand..." Laharl said dreamily. He began having erratic hip thrusts upwards unwillingly.

"Are you getting excited, prince?" Pleinair asked, moving her left hand to Laharl's crotch and gently rubbing there. She was rewarded by a long moan

"I am... But... we need to stop, we're just supposed to fake this..." Laharl pleaded gently

Ignoring him slightly, Pleinair replied, "You need to be in the mood to fake it."

She sounded lustful. She sounded hungry, almost.

"But... At this rate, we'll lose control..." Laharl said, his mind focusing on the new sensations he was feeling

"I don't care right now... If we go all the way, so be it... My explanation was short, and I'll want a reward for it... I'll explain it all later..." Pleinair moaned

Suddenly feeling a hormonal rush to his head, Laharl suddenly calmed down. Casually flipping himself and Pleinair, he began nibbling at her earlobe. His eyes burned red with lust.

Taking his free hand, Lahar began massaging Pleinair's left breast. She moaned, and Laharl realized she wasn't quite as flat as he had thought.

"Mmmm..." Pleinar moaned

Grinning evily, Pleinair took Laharl's scarf and tossed it to the foot of the bed. Following her example, Laharl took her bow and did the same.

Soon, all their clothes were discarded. Etna watched in envy of the girl. She felt hotness between her thighs. She was turning read, and she was starting to pant. She was envious, just because her facade hid the hidden interest she had in her prince.

Flipping their positions again, with both of them having no brakes to hold them back, Pleinair moved downwards until her face was level to Laharl's thighs. Grinning dirtily to Laharl, Laharl returned the grin.

Taking a heaving breath, the two began their "dance". A flurry of lust, passion, and even, to some extent, love. The lone candle left lit in the room projected a shadow of two shadows eventually becoming one, overlapping. Grunts and moans filled the air. Sweat coated their bodies. They were lost in eachother, a bond slowly forming between them, a platonic one. They smiled at eachother the whole time, and they would lock lips passionately every few seconds.

Their tongues would dance or battle with eachother when they locked lips. They would feel fire between themselves, and Etna watched from outside, her heart splitting in two even further... Well, what little of a heart she had, the one she reserved just for her adorable prince.

They increased their tempo, their waltz turning into a tango. They were pleasing eachother, while Etna sank further into her pit. The two were completely as one now, and they wouldn't be seperated for the night. They burned with passion, and the sounds of their lovemaking could be heard around the castle. Etna was sinking down now, beginning to tear up.

Etna soon lost her fight when she heard the climax in the room behind her. She finally gave up, letting tears flow. Ironically, she figured that if she had not followed the prince, she wouldn't be experiencing this. She sat with her back to the wall beside the door. She put her head in her hands and cried herself to sleep.

The next morning

Laharl stirred in an unfamiliar bed. He was disoriented, and had just woken up. The room was certainly more cheerful than his, electric lighting, white paint, and numerous bunnies to name a few. Feeling cold air brush every part of his body, the events of the previous night rushing back to him. He had felt scared at first, but his expression had softened. The two had ignited a spark through intamacy, and neither of them had expected it.

Careful not to rouse Pleinair, Laharl got out from under the blanket. He tried his best, but he failed.

Her hand that was seemingly still snapped out and grabbed his, tugging him back into the bed

"It's too early dear... give it another hour or so..." Pleinair said tiredly, entirely throwing formalities out of the window.

"You're awful with manners, dear..." Laharl chuckled

"Do you love me?" Pleinair asked suddenly

Pausing with shock, Laharl juggled the question.

On one hand, he at least thought he love Pleinair, because of a strong affection he was feeling for the first time, but on the other hand, this was probably because they just had sex. He wished he loved her, so he used the only answer that he thought was right.

"Of course I love you!" Laharl shouted quietly

"Than I can call you dear whenever I want, dear." Pleinair deadpanned, going silent as usual

"Hey, is it ok if I leave now, love? I need to get ready to do my duties..." Laharl asked

'You mean go to the washroom?' Pleinair asked telepathically

Unsurprised (she talked to Laharl like this all the time), Laharl replied

"No! I mean, I have to rule the netherworld. I won't be going to the assembly today, so could you just come to the throne room after you get up?"

'Got it dear. Hurry now, you should speed along.' Pleinair smiled at Laharl, 'Good luck today.'

"Thanks, honey." Laharl grinned, getting a quick peck to the lips (I added that in because people usual mix up "pecks")

'See you later.' Pleinair said, lulling off to sleep.

Smiling at his lover, Laharl left the room to an Etna sitting beside the door, waiting for him

"Mornin' prince..." She yawned disdainfully, and Laharl actually picked up on that. He wasn't as dense as he passed off to be

"Oh... Uh, morning Etna... How's it going?" Laharl asked out of character before he could stop himself

"I want to know how sex with whoever that was went..." Etna said darkly

Sweating slightly already, Laharl looked at Etna

"What are you talking about?" Laharl asked, feigning innocence

"Cut the bullshit jackass! I know you had sex with someone! Do you know how much it hurts?" Etna started, the tears she thought that dried up appearing again, "I was saving my virginity for you, you bastard! I loved you, and this is how I get rewarded! I watched it all! I was going to do that for you, but you just do it with a random girl! Do you know how much it hurts, prince? I loved you!"

Etna was full-out crying now, bawling in front of her master. She had never let herself look weak in front of Laharl before, but she couldn't help it

Feeling guilt well up because of the feelings Pleinair had unlocked, Laharl bent down and scooped Etna into his arms. She struggled and kicked, landing several blows to Laharl as well.

"Let go of me you cheating bastard! I never want to see you again! Get away!" Etna screamed, her tears staining Laharl's scarf

"Shut up Etna. I need to tell you something. It's regarding this. Let me explain, please..." Laharl asked in a sorry tone; projecting his sorrowful feelings towards Etna

Etna felt her resolve crack; especially when Laharl said please. He never did that. The look on his face broke her heart almost as much as watching the sex.

"F-fine..." Etna sobbed slightly, "Tell me what you have to say... Be warned though, if you don't please me, I'll leave you forever. Maybe through suicide..." Etna looked down sadly, her tears falling

"Oh God no, please don't do that Etna! Without you, I'd be hopeless. Please Etna, no matter what, don't kill yourself..." Laharl pleaded, carrying Etna to the roof.

"I..." Etna started, but she couldn't bring herself to say anything. It sounded like Laharl really wanted her around... Maybe even more than the woman he was with that night.

Laharl stopped just short of the roof door. He lay Etna down by the door, and offered a hand to her, in case she didn't want his help anymore. She shakily took the hand, and Laharl lifted her up and held her close.

"Listen, Etna," Laharl whispered into her ear, "Meet me up on the roof tonight. I want to be alone with you for a while. Please. I'll make it up to you, I promise..."

Etna shivered at the feeling of breath going into her ear, but replied

"Ok... But you better show up, Or I'll make that little interaction you had with your friend turn into lesbian action..." Etna threatened

Gulping, Laharl agreed. Smiling normally, Etna gave Laharl a peck to the cheek before skipping off to torture the prinny squad.

Ignoring that, Laharl went to his throne room. He noticed Pleinair already there, lounging on the throne.

'Hi dear!' Pleinair thought happily, using telepathy again

'Nice to be with you again love... It's just that I need to get in the throne, and...' Laharl thought before someone tapped his shoulder

"Your throne is free, prince..." Pleinair deadpanned. She really stayed calm as opposed to the previous night. Hell, she sounded like she forgot or didn't know what happened. Quite convincing...

"Ah, Pleinair. I didn't notice that..." Laharl laughed, and Pleinair suddenly was behind him, caressing his back

'You should be more aware prince... We wouldn't want to be caught in the act in the throne room; would we now?' Pleinair purred mentally, sending a long shiver down Laharl's spine.

"I-I know..." Laharl sighed

'Really?' Pleinair asked, turning the prince around so they were face to face

"Heh, I think I got taller..." Laharl grinned, being just a forehead shorter than Pleinair now.

'I'm still growing, prince...' Pleinair cooed

"Good point..." Laharl said, slightly crestfallen, but yet again, Pleinair had gotten behind him

"Could you stop doing that?" Laharl asked, turning around

As he did, he felt something soft on his lips. It was Pleinair's lips on his, and it was a tender kiss. Laharl melted into it.

'This feels good, doesn't it?' Pleinair asked in a dreamy tone

Laharl gave her an "of course" grunt.

Slowly, they began exploring eachother's mouth with their tongues. Yet again, they were dancing and battling with eachother, until steps could be heard out in the hall.

Both of the two feeling alarm, they seperated and dusted themselves off.

Taking out a duster, Pleinair pretended to be a maid dusting the room, and Laharl threw himself into the throne as the door opened.

In the doorway was Etna and Flonne, followed by a flood of prinnies with news and requests. Laharl sighed as they practically flooded the room, floods of noise washing over him

"ENOUGH!" Laharl roared, and the noise instantly stopped

Seeing this as a good time to take their spots, Flonne sat on the left arm of laharl's throne, while Etna sat on the right side.

"Now, who was the first one that requested an audience with the kid?" Etna asked, and masses of prinnies and monsters shuffled out of the room until one prinny was left.

"Speak." Laharl ordered.

The prinny snapped up, and answered

"Well, uh, dood, there's a request going around for an assassin to assassinate you dood... I have a feeling that some doods are planning to kill you dood!" The prinny exclaimed, and Etna frowned.

Before Laharl could speak, Etna excused herself and led the prinny into the infamous "discipline room", which was charred beyond recognition. The infamous sound of an explosion rocked the room.

"Now... uh, next?" Laharl said in a confused voice.

'That would be me.' Pleinair said through telepathy. A smoking gun was in her hand, and a few prinnies had exploded

"What do you want?" Laharl said, but thought, 'What do you need, dear?'

Projecting her thoughts into the room, Pleinair replied

'I request to be your gaurd. After the announcement that an assassin is after you, I figured one more vassal will increase your safety...'

"Hmmph... Fine. However, don't you dare disobey me, understood?" Laharl said, thinking 'I'd love you to be with me...'

'Understood, my liege.' Pleinair said calmly, walking over to Laharl and plopping herself onto his lap, causing Laharl to go red

"Hey! No fair, why does she get to sit your lap?" Flonne complained rather childishly

Suddenly, the "discipline room" door slammed open, and a pissed off Etna stepped out

"Who gets to sit in Laharl's lap?" She demanded

With a wave, Pleinair gestured to her.

"What? Why does she get to sit in your lap? You barely know her!" Etna complained

'He knows me. You did read his medical file, didn't you?' Pleinair asked

"Yes, but why did you get access?"

'I have my sources. But really, you do know he has barely any recollection of his past, right?'

"I-I know that!" Etna lied

'Well, he has forgotten about me. He and I used to be quite the duo...' Pleinair deadpanned

"What kind of duo, exactly? Why don't you answer, Laharl?" Etna asked

"How should I remember?" Laharl asked, "I'm an amnesiac, remember?"

Growling, Etna glared at Pleinair. Suddenly, a realization dawned on her. She had been the one with Laharl!
"You dirty, rotten whore! You're the one that slept with Laharl last night!" Etna screamed, suprising Flonne and any consious demons in the hall

"WHAT?" Laharl bellowed

"It's the only explanation. I know this smell! That whore has her scent all over you, and she has your scent!" Etna was throwing a fit

"Laharl slept with Pleinair-chan? I thought he didn't like women with sexy bodies..." Flonne asked, not realizing the scope of her words

"Are you lesbian, Flonne?" Laharl deadpanned

Blinking in surprise, Flonne snapped back, "Of course not! I just note that she seems to have quite the large amount of male fans!"

'Quite true. Did you ever wonder what that charred bridge to the castle was made of?' Pleinair asked

Everyone gaped at Pleinair. They all knew that the bridge was made of junk, but it was made out of love presents? Laharl growled lowly, and only Pleinair could hear.

"Wow... But still... you got Laharl in your bed! You rotten whore!" Etna screamed

"Take it easy Etna!" Laharl pleaded

"I'm not taking it easy! That whore stole the virginity that belonged to me!" Etna roared. Everyone gasped at the sudden announcement

"E-Etna-san, you wanted Laharl's innocence?" Flonne gasped

Getting slightly teary, Etna replied shakily, "Of course... It's the only reason I'm still a virgin myself... I was saving myself for him, but he just had to go and lose his virginity, on the very same day I planned to consummate my passion for him!"

Laharl gaped at Etna, and she continued, though she lowered her voice and shot a glare at an intruding demon. The door was quickly shut and sealed.

"I love him. I still do... but that... that whore took him away from me! I would give him everything he wanted! I would comfort him! I was supposed to be the one to hold him in my arms, not you!" Etna screamed at Pleinair

'I'm simply here to guard him from assassins. If you may want to know, I've been married for two-hundred years already.' Pleinair lied smoothly, lifting up her left hand, presenting a fake (but real in terms of being made) wedding ring

Etna gaped at the scene. She had just revealed her darkest secret, and had also pleased Flonne by telling her that demons could love, up front. She sank down in despair.

"You know, even though I may be with someone, I have no qualms about sharing." Laharl said, but quickly asked Pleinair, 'Are you fine with sharing?', to which Pleinair gave the positive.

"The mistress agrees as well." Laharl said

"When do I meet this mistress?" Etna asked, calming down slowly

"Remember my invitation?" Laharl said, silencing Etna.

"Yes..." Etna replied, looking down.

"Then we shall enjoy dinner there. Remember, directly above this room." Laharl said

"O-ok..." Etna calmed down, sitting back down on the side of the throne.

"Next!" Laharl yelled

-Later-

The day went by quickly. Laharl and his vassals all ate lunch together (by vassals, I meant Etna, Flonne, and Pleinair). After that, Laharl went around mowing down anyone spreading rumors of the truth, where Etna had loved Laharl, and Laharl had lost his virginity.

After that, the group toured the castle, striking down lazy workers. Finally, dinner had arrived. Only Flonne ate dinner, while the trio of Etna, Laharl, and Pleinair had eaten light snacks.

Heading to the roof, Laharl met with Etna at the door. Nodding at eachother, Laharl swept his hand over the door, and it opened instantly. The two stepped out to a pleasant 25 degrees, and began walking to the flattest part of the roofs.

There, clad in her usual dress, was Pleinair. She was waiting boredly with a picnic basket in her hands. Etna was shocked to see her standing there. She looked at Laharl and Pleinair, and saw the pleasant faces they wore.

"You said you were married!" Etna said as they reached Pleinair.

"I was lying..." Pleinair said like it was the most obvious thing ever.

"What!" Etna screamed, partly in shock that Pleinair actually spoke, and the fact that Laharl had lied with Pleinair to her, and she didn't notice

"Sorry for keeping this a secret Etna, but this is the only thing we can do. We don't want this to be revealed, especially when other overlords may try to take advantage of my feelings." Laharl explained

"I'd rather let them take Etna hostage, dear. She called me a whore too many times." Pleinair said to Laharl, tugging his arm.

"Hey! That's not what we should do... I care about her, if you know what's going on in the past..." Laharl complained

"I know what happened. You talk in your sleep." Pleinair laughed gently

"Oh... Well, still, I care about her for some reason. I couldn't live with the guilt of letting someone else kidnap and probably rape her..." Laharl said darkly

"Hey, take it easy you two. I think that's dinner in the basket, right?" Etna said, trying to calm down, drooling at the thought of food. She could smell some good things in there

"That was a serious conversation going on, but yeah, whatever. I guess we could eat now, as opposed to starving you while we talk..." Laharl said

"Good idea... Now, where's the cutlery?"

-End Chapter-0-

So, how was it? I hope it was good, because I'm putting my heart into it. If you don't like the pairings, too bad. But anyways, it took me a while to think of this. I was like, "Oh, I could do an Etna/Laharl/Flonne thing", but when I looked this up, I saw a picture of Pleinair. I though, ,"Hey, I know her! Why does she have fanart, 'cause she seems to be too minor", then I looked her up. I almost instantly wanted to pair her with Laharl.

Therin lied the problem. I myself like harems, as noone was left out or unhappy, but noone had ever done such a crazy crack group like this. So, being me, I went for it. This is how it turned out. Now, this took about 1, maybe 1/2 of a day to write, but later on, I'll keep writing until people demand I release another chapter, ok? :D

Now, please R&R. I want to know people actually read this. PLEASE!