*Naska*
Naska pulled up her thin skirt to better quicken her step, doing her best to avoid the eyes of the other servants as she moved. Not that they had any room to judge her. It wasn't like they were dressed better. Everyone was dressed down because of the heat.
But still, Naska felt the stares, the judging eyes that watched her go. Likely going to start up a new rush of rumors and gossip about her. Never seem to have enough to say against her, despite the years, of coming up with another scandal. But Naska wasn't afraid, rather, it made her all the more want to shove it back in their faces.
Let them think what they want. Naska lifted her head higher. They know nothing about us.
Despite being a fallen woman, Naska refused to find shame for her actions. She didn't care they thought lowly of her and her bastard son. They were nothing to her anyway. And she didn't care about them.
There is only one person who does. And she made to go him even faster.
Naska picked up her pace. The doorman, as usual, made no qualms about letting her in. He'd seen her so many times before, that he didn't bat an eye anymore.
"Will you be long?" Was the only thing the doorman would ask, an attempt at small talk. But Naska brushed him off. Instead, she passed without a word and entered the room. Inside, Naska found the room.
The room was not as spacious as Ana's, her being an Empress, would of course get the bigger rooms and wing. But Naska found she preferred this room over any of hers, any day. Her bias showing clearly.
Mykhol simply has a better taste. Naska reasoned with a look over the gold and rubies. This room felt regal and she swelled with pride every time she came in. His room was fit for a king.
Not like that stupid little girl and all her nasty old books. Naska thought with a smirk. Ana was nothing compared to her lord, and love. Not by a mile. But, speaking of which, where was he?
"Lord Mykhol?" Naska did not see him in the room. Was he still in the bath? Naska took to find him, using the connecting hall.
The bathroom, again, was not as big as Ana's private one, but it still had its own charm. Naska came in to find the high ceiling steamed up and bright from the large windows. In the water, Naska found Mykhol resting in the deep pool.
"Lord Mykhol-" Naska began, stepping up to greet him, just before noting he was not alone.
"Naska," A small voice squeaked. A young vampire, a touch younger than Naska, was attending him. She must have heard Naska as she looked up. Her face looked frightened, and she gave a nervous nod. Naska narrowed her eyes to her.
Shameful hussy. Naska felt the words on the tip of her tongue. Since when did maids attend men's baths? It was downright obvious why she was her, and all the more why Naska was angry to see her.
"My lord?" Naska coughed, catching the eye of the younger vampiress. She, on her account, looked down, guilty of something. This made Naska darken her expression. Her anger turned more violent.
"Get away from him before I rip you apart-" Naska began as Mykhol just lifted his hand to stop them both.
"Leave us, now." Mykhol didn't look up, seeming just to want to enjoy the cool water.
"M'lord." The girl didn't waste a moment. She jumped up to leave with red cheeks, herself seeming almost happy to go. More so because she dodged a fight, but Naska only smirked after her.
Caught red-handed. Naska gloated at the girl's cowardice. She would make sure to find the girl later and have a little 'chat'. Just as she did with any others who thought themselves daring enough to overstep what was hers.
So she understands who she's messing with. Mykhol is my-
"'How's the little Empress doing today?" Mykhol, meanwhile, leaned back, making his face easier to see. Giving her the chance to admire it.
Mykhol had matured nicely. His high cheekbones matched his thick lower lip. And his eyes were so deep and sensual that it felt like he could undress you with a glance.
Undress and do so much more. Just thinking of what he could do made Naska's heart skip. But she quickly recovered as she wasn't here for that. Not yet, anyway.
"She's asleep, my lord." Naska went, watching Mykhol sit up. Water dripped down his chest, circling over his forming muscles. Naska followed each one down, with anticipation. It was hard to resist staring. Mykhol's naked form was god-like, after all.
"Must be exhausted from riding." Mykhol, meanwhile, softened with thought. The expression came naturally whenever he spoke of Ana. "What did she talk about today? Anything about me?"
"About you, my lord?" The question was something he liked to ask, but it irked Naska. Something about it always getting under her skin in a way she couldn't describe. Almost as if Ana was the only thing Mykhol was ever curious about.
And what does it matter what that stupid girl thinks? Naska wanted to spit. Why did he even care? But she relented.
"We talked of Bruno." Naska paused, waiting for him to ask more, hoping he would actually. She wanted it to prompt him to ask more about their son. That he, too, would be curious. She hoped and waited. But Mykhol said nothing.
"Oh," Mykhol's expression straightened, as if uninterested. And he stepped out of the bath after. His naked frame was in full view and Naska hungrily ate at the sight of it. Her desire open and clear to anyone.
"The sheet?" Mykhol continued calmly, waiting for her to move and hold it over. He silently took it and rubbed out his hair.
"My Lord," Naska swallowed as she watched him. It was wonderful to see him posing like some god. But as much as she enjoyed the show, there was something she needed to ask, and it couldn't wait. She putting it off for too long already.
"Bruno has broken his fever, my lord." Naska smiled with a pause, "And he already wants to play again." Naska stopped and waited again. Waiting for him.
Mykhol, meanwhile, continued to dry his hair. He seemed more focused on drying than listening. Naska's smile waned, but she forced it back.
"You will go to see him, my lord?" Naska went on. "Now that he is better?" She tried not to notice Mykhol stiffen. "Now that the risk of contagion is over?"
The towel slipped down to Mykhol's shoulders. Mykhol was already tall for a man his age, but when standing up straight, he towered over even Naska. It made him more imposing at times, even intimidating, but he didn't mean it. Just as his deep eyes turned to burrow into her, making her stiffen, she knew it was just incidental.
"My lord?" Naska pressed on. "Will you?"
"Is it money you need?" Mykhol spoke softly.
"Money?" Naska paled. Does he think I ask for more? Of course, but that's not- But looking at Mykhols face, Naska could see his mood changing. He was growing irritated, likely hating to be disturbed. And that was the last thing she wanted. For him to get angry.
Perhaps now…isn't the time. Naska reasoned and swallowed.
"More money won't hurt, sir." Naska went, instead. "To raise a child on a single mother's pay is tight. Bruno is growing quickly and soon needs more things. To deny money would be foolish."
But that's not what I was asking for. Naska thought dismally. But again, it didn't seem the right time to ask for what she truly wanted. It would have to be later.
"I see." Mykhol cracked a smile at that. His mood eased down, and what's more, he surprised Naska, moving to caress her cheek.
"My lord?"
"Of course, I'll give you money. " Mykhol went softly. "You only need to ask."
"My Lord," Naska smiled but weakly. It was hard to hide the disappointment in her eyes.
"Naska," Mykhol spoke, still holding her cheek. He lowered his eyes down her scantly clad body. Her stretch marks and small belly pouch hung over the skirt.
Mykhol frowned, looking, but that was not the only thing to see. Naska's breasts had also grown. Mykhol regarded their volume eagerly, his lower member perking up as he did.
"My lord," Naska gasped and blushed at the sight of his desire rising. Mykhol laughed at her reaction.
"Don't act like a virgin now," Mykhol leaned in to lick her ear. "I see your eyes, hungry to fuck me, the whole time."
"But the Empress-" Naska could only think of to excuse. "I still need to oil her hair."
"Cousin shall be asleep for a while." Mykhol lowered his hand on her laces. Then, without protesting, Naska's top unraveled, freeing her heavy breasts.
"Lord Mykhol," Naska huffed, eyes dilated as her fangs popped out. Mykhol smiled and leaned in to nip a cut over her perky mounds.
Mykhol flicked his tongue over the cut. He tasted the thin line of blood. It was sweet enough.
"Lord Mykhol!"
"Shh," Mykhol gently impaled the teeth into her soft breasts.
"My lord, ah!" Naska moved her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. Desperately trying to be closer, always wanting to be closer, and trying to fill that need within her. A need that just never seemed to end.
Mykhol. Naska thought as her mind went blank. Mykhol was the only thing that mattered. Not the stares from the other servants, not putting up with that stupid girl and her stupid assistance to help, no, none of that mattered. Naska only wanted one thing and one thing only.
My Mykhol.