I couldn't sleep that dark and restless night. I walked from one side of the room to the other, feeling the animal fur lying on the stone floor under me. A few candlesticks and a fireplace burning with a scarlet flame created enough light to make out the outlines of red oak furniture. Made by the skillful hands of a master and covered with expensive varnish, they faithfully served me, the young lady, Rosetta de Crespin, and allowed me to feel comfort at least sometimes. And on the walls of the room hung canvases with images of two people: a man and a woman. They were young, full of energy, and fearlessly looked ahead. It was him and her, my mom and dad. They fought with numerous enemies to achieve family well-being. But a few months ago, both died at the hands of unknown thugs. They died, leaving me a legacy of hard-earned wealth and a lot of problems. And now it's time for me to embark on the path of insidious political games, where there was no place for weak-minded people.
"Damn the day when my parents decided to go to that God-forsaken place!" my voice broke the deathly silence.
"And this Count Trial! How dare he?! What does he think of himself?!" my face was filled with colors from the seething inside of anger. "He decided to marry me to get my domain into his vile hands."
I was so immersed in thoughts that I could not find peace for myself. At some point, I began to experience a lack of air. I had to take off my woolen shawl and remain in only a silk shirt, whose thin fabric could barely resist the pervasive cold. It was already autumntime outside the window, and sad clouds floated in the sky every day, capable, it seemed, of crying for eternity and pouring out so much water that the surrounding possessions would one day turn into one continuous swamp.
"It's hot!"
I opened the window wide and let the fresh air rush into the room.
"Much better now."
These pleasant sensations were disturbed by a knock on the door:
"Mistress, may I come in?"
"Yes, you can," I said, continuing to admire the night landscape.
Raindrops, at the behest of the wind spirits, penetrated my chambers through the window. They fell on me, burned my skin, bringing suffering to my body. But it was still nice to feel the icy touch of water. Before I knew it, the rain completely soaked the shirt, making the already thin fabric completely transparent and sticky. But it didn't bother me much, because there was a struggle going on in my head, where there was no place for bodily suffering. But the maid who entered the room seemed to have a different opinion.
"Mistress! What happened here?!" She gasped when she saw the mess in the room.
Dishes smashed to pieces, wine spilled on the floor, and clothes torn to shreds created a feeling of struggle with the unknown.
"Nothing," I replied without turning around.
"My God!" the maid was petrified when she inappropriately saw me. "If you stand like this, you'll freeze!"
I threw a contemptuous glance over my shoulder at the girl:
"Know your place, keep quiet and work."
"I should take care of your castle and you!" she said decisively.
Taking a few steps forward, the maid showed her face with clear eyes, pink lips, and delicate, child-like features. Her blonde hair, gathered at the back of her head, gleamed happily in the slanting rays of light from the dying fire in the fireplace, and her strict black dress, a little dusty, stained with soot and drops of fat from constant work, could not hide her plump body and bulging bust.
"Are you a new girl?" I asked thoughtfully.
"Not really," the maid bowed. "I am Lilia and have been working here for several months."
"Funny name you have, so floral, so fragrant" I smiled. "Your parents must be proud of you because not everyone can get a job in my castle."
"I'm sorry," she ignored me and, bowing again, said. "I insist that you let me close the window."
"And if I refuse, what will you do?"
"I..." the girl lowered her head, trying to find the right words. "I will be very upset if I can't help you."
"You see, she's going to be upset" I protested. "Where is this world going?! Could you tell me again how to manage my property?"
"No, I don't know much about that," Lilia shook her head. "But you should not be in the rain, because after that people start coughing, suffer from various ailments and …"
"We're all going to die in the end" I finished for her. "Perhaps this is the best way out of this situation for me."
"This is the wrong way out, as it is tantamount to suicide! And this is a sin!"
"How talkative and correct you are, I'll see. It's a pity I haven't seen you before, otherwise, I would have shortened your tongue for sure," this maid interested me very much, so I turned to face her to get a better look at her.
After making a deep entrance, Lilia went to meet me. Without further ado, she sidestepped me and closed the window. Then she nodded contentedly and began to clean the room.
"That impudent girl!" the words flew out of my mouth. "Are you out of your mind?"
And she continued to do the work, completely ignoring me. Me, the mistress of the castle, the mistress of these lands! However, I haven't done anything useful yet, I just inherited the power. And will I be able to manage my subjects with dignity, as my ancestors did? After all, people look at me as an empty place. Even Lilia…
I continued to stand in my place in just a wet shirt. I didn't notice at all how my pale body was shaking, trying to warm up somehow.
"I'll have to take it as an insult" I finally concluded. "And for that, you will be punished."
"Very well, my lady," Lilia made a courteous bow.
"And it doesn't scare you at all?" I was even more surprised.
"No, because in my short life I have received so many scoldings from fate, that there is enough for two."
"And then it can be seen!" I said proudly lifted my chin and crossing my arms over my chest. "You'll spend a couple of days in the dungeon!"
"As you wish," she agreed with me.
"And can I leave you without food?"
"With pleasure."
"Are you kidding me?"
"Of course not!" The maid finished picking up the broken dishes. "Wait for me, I'll bring fresh underwear so you can change."
"Are you even listening to me?!" I couldn't stop her in any way and came to a logical conclusion. "She doesn't seem to be friends with her head…"
Soon the maid returned with a basket full of clean clothes for me. I have come up with a decent punishment during this time, which clearly will not be to her taste.
"Mistress, here are your clothes," the girl bowed.
"Thank you," I smiled insidiously, holding a small coil of rope in my hands. "And I've come up with a way to teach you manners."
"Anything, my lady," the maid nodded.
"Come to me and turn around … Not like this, but like this! Why are you holding this basket? Put it somewhere! Now come back to me again and put your hands behind your back."
"Why do I need to do this, my lady?" a logical question followed from her.
"Be silent and do what I tell you or you'll end up in the dungeon!" I muttered in displeasure, trying to tie the maid's hands behind her back.
"Too tight!" Lilia squeaked.
"It's fine, you'll know how to hiss with your impudent tongue!" I forcefully threw the maid on the bed and looked at her from high.
Now she'll dance with me. As my father used to say: "Servants should know who is the master in the house! Therefore, they need to be treated the same as a stubborn horse."
"What are you going to do?" She looked at me in horror.
In this position on her back with her legs slightly bent and her hands tied, she seemed to be very cute and so innocent.
"I want to try something new. Maybe this way I can find peace and collect my thoughts."
"Please, don't do anything. I'd rather go to the dungeon," Lilia began to defend herself, but it was too late.
I gracefully climbed onto the maid lying on the bed and pressed my index finger to her lips. A spark of interest flared up inside me as if I was a cat who discovered a mouse in her possession and decided to play with it.
"Lilia. Now it's my turn to take care of you. I must admit, I was touched by your concern, but how sincere were you?"
"I just wanted to be useful..." the maid tried to object, but immediately felt my hand on her hip.
And as soon as my "claws" dug into her tender, soft, juicy flesh with all their might, Lilia screamed:
"It hurts!"
"Really? Or maybe it tickles?"
"No, spare me! I won't do it anymore!"
"It's getting late. You've ruined a wonderful evening for me," I shook my head.
"I'm begging you to forgive me."
"Don't worry, Lilia. I am not as evil and merciless as other noble ladies. But I could, hmm, put you in the hands of the executioner. He would have twisted you into a ram's horn in no time and made you forget your name."
The maid fell silent because she knew that I was determined to punish her.
"Why are you so silent now? Well, let's test your willpower" I laughed, feeling my boundless power. "You will keep a vow of silence until the morning, and I will disturb you. If you can stand it, then I will reward you, if not, then you will be left without the head. After all, you obviously don't need it."
"But ..." the maid tried to object and again felt my nails on her thigh.
"The mechanical clock's ticking, my Lilia," I smiled at her. "How long do you think you can resist? Will you give up right away or will you hold out until dawn?"
The maid pursed her lips, which means she was afraid of death. She even tried to break away from my embrace, but I roughly pressed her to the bed.
"By the way, where is Cecile?" I was thinking out loud because she was supposed to take care of my peace today.
Lilia wanted to answer, but she came to her senses in time and bit her tongue so as not to make a single sound.
"It's like you swallowed your tongue, my goldfish. Well done," I nodded contentedly. "You grasp everything on the fly, which means it will be possible to pass this sleepless night with you. There, you see how the sky is angry with us."
A real storm broke out outside the window with a noisy downpour and impenetrable darkness. Thunder was coming closer and closer every minute, and the room was illuminated by short-term flashes of lightning, which created an ominous atmosphere and terrified all the inhabitants of the uncomfortable castle. Lilia closed her eyes. How naïve! It won't help her. Probably imagined that it was just a dream. Very realistic, but at the same time a terrible dream that turned into a nightmare with every passing moment.
I started to pull off her dress. But something went wrong, and one of the fasteners caught, preventing her breasts from being completely exposed. Pulling back and forth, I got angry and started pulling the dress on myself in jerks to finally get to the innermost part of the body with which I could play.
"What cute nipples you have, I just want to try them," I devoured her with my eyes.
My fingers, pale as those of a drowned woman, lightly touched Lilia's nipples and began slowly stroking them, squeezing. I think the maid expected me to be rude to her, but no. My movements were infinitely gentle and caring. They made Lilia feel more and more those forbidden feelings that she tried to keep under seven locks. After all, a decent girl could not do such things before the wedding. How ridiculous these rules were, because, sometimes, feelings spilled out and had to calm them down on their own or with the help of a friend.
Bending over the girl's chest, I moistened one "bun" with my saliva and, after waiting for the moment, pressed my lips to it. Smacking my lips, I began to suck her greedily, lightly nibbling her nipple. From the outburst of passionate feelings, the maid almost groaned. She wriggled like a worm, trying to somehow muffle the fire burning inside, and after all, nothing had passed since the beginning of the test. I guess in her eyes I looked like a demoness, who wanted to take over her innocent soul.
"Your breasts are so elastic and pleasant to the taste, I can't tear myself away from them," I took a break. "Don't be afraid, my Lilia. This is just the beginning. You'll feel really good soon."
Now I was squeezing the nipple with all my teeth and pulling it back, tearing, biting, and doing whatever I wanted. My movements became rougher and more domineering, making Lilia feel pain. It permeated her body, caused convulsions, and heated the inner fire of passion. I pulled up the hem of her dress to gain access to a secret place. Love juice has already started coming out of it. The maid tried to squeeze her legs, but my knee was between her thighs in time. Thus, I stopped any of her attempts to break free.
"It's useless," I grinned, shifting my palms higher and higher, gently stroking her hips, groin area.
And now it was the turn of the little peach over the cave of mysteries. He quickly responded to my touch, began to fill with blood, thicken and pulsate. Waves of trembling emanated from him, causing the maid to moan softly. But she could still resist. All red as a tomato, she was ashamed of her depravity.
The fingers of my hand began to feel the doors of Lilia's secret gates and, unable to resist the temptation, impatiently slipped between them, found themselves near the hole pouring out with love juice. Thrusting one finger into it, I began to stretch the elastic ring of the cave of mysteries.
"Ah!" Lilia's voice cut through.
"Turns out you're still a virgin."
"Please pity me!" the maid could no longer resist a passion.
"Do you want me to continue?"
"No … Yes! I'm completely confused."
"And you don't care about the fact that tomorrow the executioner will cut off your head?" I smiled cunningly.
"Mistress, I'll do whatever you say!" she cried. "I don't want to die…"
Tears flowed down the maid's red cheeks, giving her a pitiful look, but I was unshakable. I liked to feel my power over an innocent being lying on my bed and ready to do anything to save her worthless life.
I paused and licked my fingers to get a taste of Lilia:
"Hmm … If you hold out long enough, then so be it, I'll replace the execution with something else. Let's say you can become my servant instead of Cecile. Of course, if you tell me why she didn't come today."
"I can't," the girl shook her head negatively. Her breathing was rapid and noisy, as she still could not move away from the feelings bubbling inside.
"How I like these stupid prejudices. Best friends, friends forever. So, I'm not your mistress, am I? You only recently took care of my health, saying that I could get sick and die? Or were they empty words?" I said irritably.
"No, it's not like that!"
"I'll continue, and you think carefully about what is more important to you. To be without the head, but to remain a faithful friend, or to keep your head, but to lose the scoundrel who doomed you to these torments."
"This is a difficult question!" Lilia objected.
"I'm glad that you still have the strength to continue the conversation."
I grabbed the maid's head and looked her straight in the eyes. Then I abruptly bit into her soft lips with my lips, began greedily licking them, sucking saliva. At some point, I gave free rein to my tongue, which was so eager to fight. He vividly penetrated the poor girl's mouth, began to explore her from the inside, lick, feel. And the servant's tongue that lived there shrank and waited for its fate. Lilia couldn't resist anymore, so she relaxed as much as possible and allowed me to do whatever I wanted with her. Whether it's a kind of dance of fused tongues, gentle touches to the breast, followed by rough squeezes of the nipple, or gentle kisses into her swollen peach. The latter finally drove Lilia crazy, made her scream with happiness, and dance like a goldfish washed up on the shore. And when my lips penetrated the secret area between two-four gates, began to kiss her moist, hot, and fragrant place, and my nimble tongue penetrated through a small hole, licking the hymen, the maid squeezed her legs with all her might and screamed from a surge of tender feelings.
And what came over me? Why did I make her feel the peak of blissful sensations? Don't know. But I felt good when I saw on the face of my maid not fear of the despot, but boundless joy and relief.
And finally, it was my turn to get an answer. But Lilia did not want to betray her friend in any way and preferred to fall into unconsciousness from a surge of feelings.
"Already?" I said into the void, disappointed. "And I thought I could enjoy your moans until the morning. You're a sly fish!"
I slapped the maid's thigh with my palm and tried to bring her to her senses, but I heard only fragments of words in response that had no meaning.
"Well, then we'll have to continue our interrogation tomorrow and so on until you tell me the truth," I sighed heavily and, throwing off my shirt, which was no longer wet from rainwater, plunged into a fantasy world…
The next evening, I summoned Lilia to my private chambers.
"Did you call me, mistress?" the maid pretended that nothing had happened during the night.
"Yes. I want to make a verdict" I was sitting on the edge of the bed in a simple linen dress because I couldn't stand lush, secular outfits. "You still haven't told me about Cecile, so you'll keep your head." But don't think that next time I'll forgive your antics!"
From the joyful news, Lily fell at my feet, bowed her head, and said:
"Thank you!"
"And I was touched by your devotion to your friend. In our world, there are only traitors, liars, and murderers around. Therefore, from now on I appoint you as my servant" I delighted her.
"I do not know what to say…"
"And you don't have to talk," I grinned, lifted the hem of my dress, and spread my legs. "You rested all night and enjoyed yourself when I worked hard. And you left me without proper attention. So, it's your turn to take care of me."
"But… I have no experience. Maybe..." the maid was taken aback.
"I don't like your flattering lies. You know how to work with your tongue. So get started ..."