Finally,
The Coachman brought them to a stop in front of the Zegion family mansion.
The entire household eagerly awaited their arrival in the opulent foyer.
Butlers and maidens rushed forward, their footsteps echoing as they hurried to greet the family.
Marcusʼ heart raced with worry as he spotted his mother, Elena, and his younger brother, Sieghart, stepping out of the carriage.
Immediately, Marcus hurried over to them.
"Mother, are you alright?" Marcus asked.
The manner with which he spoke heavily contrasted his usual calm and collected voice.
Elena smiled softly at her eldest son and placed a gentle hand atop his tousled hair. "Don't worry, my dear. We're fine," she reassured him with the maternal warmth of her voice.
Sieghart looked at the two.
( Ouch, he doesn't even greet me... )
Marcus frowned slightly, his worry refusing to dissipate.
"But... we didn't hear from you guys since you left. We were so worried."
On a normal day, worry was unnecessary. However, with the Duke's missing daughter, Marcus and the household feared for their own family members. When they didn't return at the agreed time, everyone became concerned.
Elena's gaze softened, her eyes sparkling with affection for her eldest.
"You're a man now, Marcus, but always my little boy. I promise, there's nothing to worry about."
Marcus glanced around anxiously, searching for his father amidst the bustling backdrop of the mansion.
"Where's father?" he asked.
Elena sighed softly.
"He's been called upon by the Duke for urgent matters."
There was regret in her voice— maybe she shouldn't have let her husband leave.
Marcus raised an eyebrow. "Urgent matters?" he repeated.
"Things took a turn for the worse here at the Goldcrest mansion. There's been a murder."
Marcus froze, it was a difficult news to take in.
"A... a murder?" he stammered, his voice lost all its power.
Sieghart cautiously approached Marcus.
He laid a comforting hand on his brother's shoulder and spoke softly.
"Yes, Marcus... it was one of the maids."
"No, that's terrible."
"I know..." Sieghartʼs gaze touched the ground, "I... I almost cried."
Marcus completely turned to Sieghart.
"Sieghart... you must have been terrified," he murmured.
Sieghart nodded slowly and began to recount the gruesome scene to his brother.
"Marcus, it was horrifying. The maid... she was lying lifeless on the floor, blood pooled around her. It was..."
He hooked, placing his hand over his mouth like he'd throw up at any moment.
"It's okay," Marcus placed a hand on his shoulder. "You don't have to talk."
"No... let me do this..."
Marcus's gaze hardened as he listened intently, his concern for his family and the situation growing.
"Thinking about you gave me the power to strengthen myself and assist father."
"No," Marcus smiled. "That strength was in you all this time."
"Thank you, brother." Sieghart smiled.
"I can't believe this is happening," he murmured. "They have to find out who did this... and bring them to justice."
Elena pulled her sons into a tight embrace.
"I know it's a difficult time, but stay strong," she said softly. "Your father will do everything in his power to resolve this. He'll make us proud."
Marcus looked over at Stella, the Duke's wife, who sat in a carriage that stood at a distance, her face etched with worry. He sighed a bit and asked, "Will she be alright? She must be going through so much right now."
Elena sighed and turned her gaze towards Stella.
"She has a lot on her plate at the moment. We can only hope for the best," she replied. "She's a strong person, just like you."
"I hope so," Marcus wasn't at peace.
Martha approached them. Her face bore discomfort, one that teetered between worry and concern. Even she wasn't immune to all the problems ongoing at the moment.
"We should head inside and stay here until we receive an update from Greldine," she suggested.
The familyʼs trusted head of security would also have a part to play in their safety until Greldine returned.
All they could do, was wait and hope for the best.
Elena nodded gently. She tried to maintain her mild expression in order to dissolve the worry, but it was far from enough. Just underneath, she felt the need to scream out her worries.
However, she couldn't.
She needed to stay strong for her two sons.
"You may be right, Martha. Perhaps that's our best option for now."
Melvis, Martha's son, already a step ahead, rushed to Lady Stella's aid and helped her out of the carriage. It was a surprise to most that the young master could be so active— given how he was nonchalant and dull a good number of times.
"Thank you," Stella murmured gratefully.
"It's my pleasure," Melvis replied plainly.
Stella forced a smile. "You're a gentleman, just like the Viscount."
Melvis smiled softly at Stella and reassured her, "Don't worry, Lady Stella. They'll find her... focus on yourself for now."
Stella's eyes filled with gratitude as she squeezed Melvis's hand.
"Thank you. Your loyalty means a lot."
Elena leaned in closer to Martha, smiling warmly.
"You raised a good son, Martha. Melvis always makes you proud, doesn't he?"
Martha's eyes sparkled with pride as she replied, "Indeed, that boy never fails to amaze me sometimes. He truly takes after a certain reckless man we both know."
A soft chuckle escaped Elena's lips as she nodded in agreement.
"Ah, yes. Greldine, our man who always charges into danger head first."
Martha brushed off a bang of her hair. "He's been young and wild for as long as I can remember."
The two women shared a light-hearted laughter, finding solace in a moment of levity amidst the current situation.
However, their conversation was interrupted by Melvis, who approached them with a concerned expression.
"Mother, perhaps it's time we all headed inside."
Marcus nodded.
"Yeah, it's getting dark, we'll be safer inside."
Elena nodded in agreement.
"You're right, boys. Let's not waste any more time," she agreed.
...
The family moved towards the entrance of the mansion. As the doors swung open, they entered the safety of the opulent interior, the grandeur of the mansion enveloping them. The butler closed the doors behind them, shutting out the eerie darkness that now dominated the world outside.
Sieghart adjusted the large bang of hair covering his left eye.
With each step, he ascended the spiral stairs gracefully, his every movement betraying a sense of urgency.
The night was rapidly descending upon them, but did he really know time was of the essence?
To keep it simple— no.
"I should really get something to eat," he sighed.
His eyes went from side to side. "I missed breakfast."
...
Meanwhile,
In Sieghart's room, Celica found herself engulfed in a curious temptation.
"I know I should be concerned with what's going on downstairs, but if I don't touch myself this night, I don't think I'll be at peace... the young masterʼs not present at the moment..."
She took in a deep breath and exhaled.
"...this is my only chance..."
She surreptitiously plucked one of Sieghart's garments from the wardrobe, the thoughts of basking in the remnants of his scent.
The scent of a young man, it boosted her libido.
Just the mere thought of it made her pussy turn from a dry desert to a thriving oasis.
She couldn't wait to drive her finger and impale herself.
Virgin pussy was absolutely beautiful, but sometimes she felt the need to slacken the walls of her pussy with a good fuck.
However, as a maid, you were resigned to life as a sage. Unless she wanted backshots from the butlers.
What she did want... was the young masterʼs rod.
If only she knew Sieghart would spread the legs of any woman and impale them if they offered the right amount of pleasure and EXP/skill points.
Settling onto Sieghart's luxuriously decorated bed, Celica savored the moment, her senses entwined with the lingering fragrance that still clung to the cloth.
"You promised yourself you wouldn't do this Celica..."
But no, hell no. If her hole was what she wanted to touch, then she had that freedom.
Explore away and plunge your fingers into the depths of your pussy if you feel it was right.
Stick it in yourself until you could feel the sticky, clear vaginal fluid bursting forth and bathing your fingers like a geyser.
And in the end, only one sound would leave your mouth:
"Nnnggghhhaaaa~~!!"
With trembling fingers, her touch grew bolder as she dared to explore the depths of her desires.
A feverish longing surged through her, causing her breath to hitch with every gentle caress upon her own meaty, juicy breasts.
As her hand delicately cupped the swell of her breast, an orchestra of pleasure echoed throughout the room, escaping from her lips in melodious gasps.
Celica struggled to stifle her unabated ecstasy.
Biting fervently upon her lower lip, she fought to temper the intensity, lest her salacious indulgence be discovered.
Her hands skillfully and tenderly caressed her succulent breast, while the intoxicating scent of his garments heightened her arousal, causing her pussy to moisten with each passing moment.
Who could imagine the juicy deliciousness that dwelled in her untouched honey hole.
"Ahnnn~~! It feels like the young masterʼs the one touching me~~"
In due course, transitioning from the gentle kneading of her breast, as if it were a delicate water balloon on the verge of bursting, she delicately employed her fingers to pinch her nipple.
Her eyes closed tightly as an exultant moan escaped her lips.
"Nyeeeess~~ touch me more~~ more~~! Master Siegha~ ha~ hannnn~~!"
Her urge for masturbation knew no bounds.
If masturbation could get you pregnant, then she'd have given birth to an entire nation.
Having to serve Sieghart everyday— it was sexual torture on another level entirely. She was eager to spread her legs and lay sprawled on the floor just to have him pound her fleshy, pink walls.
But, that only ever happened in her fantasies.
She persisted in kneading her breast, while her nimble fingers expertly manipulated her nipples, as if they were switches or knobs yearning to be turned.
But the only thing turned on here... was her.