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A young noble lady discusses her latest tryst with her maidservant, who asks her mistress to teach her the arts of love.
"So... what happened next?" Karin asked with wide green eyes and her chin against her hands, leaning a little forward as she lay tummy-down on the bed she was sharing with her Lady Arielle.
"Well, you know. We sort of like, kissed and stuff," Arielle smiled and sighed wistfully, her fingers twiddling with blonde locks as she recounted the sweet memory, "His big, strong hands holding onto mine so gently, pulling me in..." Noble ladies were expected to be above behavior as disgraceful as flirting and consorting with men before marriage, but there was no hiding her clandestine encounter from her maidservant.
She’d been positively shocked at the sight of the gentle young lady the night before, sneaking in late into the night with ragged hair and scraps of hay and soot still clinging to her impeccably tailored dress. Still, it wouldn’t be the first secret the maid would keep for her mistress, and all that came out of that was a hot, pleasurable bath for the lady.
The welcome warmth washed away the prickly hay and the young man’s seed, dried on her thighs. His male scent was easily masked with perfumed oil, but the memory of his ministrations lingered. Arielle could still feel his hands roaming her body, could still feel him there. Closing her eyes, she could still see his eyes twinkling with sly intent through the shroud of night, his warm, wet lips and tongue drove her to soar through wonderful heights of pleasure.
Even now, as she shared the tale, she closed her eyes and squeezed her thighs together.
"Was he good?" Karin couldn’t help but wonder, looking at her mistress.
"Oh yes, he was." Arielle nodded.
"Did you... moan?"
"Yup. It felt so nice, I didn’t have to think about it."
"When are you going to see him again?" Karin’s emerald eyes gleaming with curiosity.
"I honestly don’t know. I’ve been looking for him at every ball, dinner, whatever. I can’t find him. Come to think of it I don’t even know his name. Drat. I miss him." Arielle turned over onto her back, crossing her arms and hugging herself.
"What did it feel like?" Cat scuffled closer, almost whispering.
"What do you mean by it? I had a lot of its that night." Arielle sat up straight to look at her friend with arched brow and a bemused smile.
"To kiss him. What did it feel like?"
"It was wet." Arielle smiled, a smug secretive smile.
"Wet? That’s all? Come on. Tell me. Please." Karin tugged at the lady’s arm playfully.
"It was... heart-pounding. It was scary at first, but," Arielle stopped to sigh, a long wistful sigh, "when his lips met mine, and his tongue started doing all those wonderful things in my mouth... oh, you know."
"No, I don’t," Karin looked peeved, "I was hoping James would kiss me."
"James? The stable boy?" Arielle arched her brow again, listening with fascination now.
"There was this one time, at a ball, he sort of talked to me a while, we had a little stroll in the moonlight, it was quiet and we were alone but he was such a gentleman. Darn." Karin pursed her lips in what was her signature peeved look.
"Well, he does look at you with funny eyes all the time," Arielle laughed, "Why don’t you just grab him and kiss him since you like him too?"
"I’m scared I’ll mess it all up. I don’t kiss a lot."
"Well," Arielle smiled slyly, leaning forward sharply, the curve of her delectable derriere arching under bedclothes. "Remember when we were in school?"
"Which part?"
"Shh. Remember... when he heard about girls who practiced with each other? To learn how to kiss and all that other stuff?"
"Yes, I remember. What, you want to teach me?" Karin looked to Arielle tentatively, unsure how to react to the slow smile spreading across her face.
"Well, how else are you going to get the experience without giving about a dozen boys crappy kisses? Besides, don’t you want your first kiss with him to be something to remember?"
"All that, and he won’t think I’m too innocent either... well, it’s still a wicked idea. Kissing... another girl..." Karin stared thoughtfully into the blond noble’s baby blues, her mind a whirlpool of nerves and excitement. How would it feel? Well there was only one way to find out. "All right, how do we do this?" She finally relented, her desire outweighing the fear, her words rich with nervous excitement.
"I want you to close your eyes," Arielle spoke with more than a little commanding tone in her voice, startling herself a little with her daring. Karin bit her lip, nodded slowly then closed her lush green eyes, long lashes brushing her tender cheeks.
Arielle brushed stray strands of Karin’s red hair behind her ears then inched closer to her buoyant warmth, feeling her heat wash over her face and breasts, watching as she rubbed noses with the redhead. Karin breathed out sharply then, obviously jumpy at the slightest touch. Arielle closed her eyes as her lips touched the other girl’s, first as soft as a falling feather, then a little firmer, before pulling away.
Karin opened her eyes then. "That’s it?"
"I wasn’t sure you wanted more, dear. You seemed so nervous."
"If I’m going to seduce any man, wouldn’t you think I’d need to know more than how to just press my lips onto his?" Karin sat up straight.
"What more do you want?"
"Every damned thing? How to really kiss, what to do, what my hands have to do. How am I going to learn all that?" Karin raised her hands palms up, her voice getting loud and agitated.
"Shh! The walls have ears." They were also very thin, from what people could hear through them. On more than one occasion, when the girls went exploring the manor and overheard the sounds coming from Arielle’s father’s bedchamber, they could over look to each other in uncertainty as every animal sound slipped into their ears - many of them very feminine expressions of pleasure.
"I can’t teach you everything you know. I don’t have the, well, tools of the trade."
"Teach me how to really kiss at least. I’ve seen how it’s done for real, when they think no one’s looking. It’s definitely a lot longer than what we had." Karin tugged Arielle’s arm, leaning backward against the plush pillows and pulling Arielle over her. "Teach me for real," she whispered, "so I can seduce James."
Now it was Arielle’s turn to catch her breath - she gasped, a small, soft gasp when her breasts pressed ever so slightly onto Karin’s. It felt nice and soft, and the tingling thrill she felt, it wasn’t very much different from what she’d felt last night - with a man.
"You’re sure you want this?" Arielle looked hard into Karin’s eyes. "This could take a very long while."
"Well, take as long as you want," she nodded, "it’s all for my education."
That was all the confirmation the princess needed. Lowering herself fully onto her maidservant, straddling the warm and ready redhead breast to breast, Arielle delicately wrapped her hands over her shoulders and neck, stroking and comforting even as she herself reveled in the feel of warm softness of Karin’s body.
"Your hands have a part to play too. I want you to place your hands on my back," Arielle whispered as she nuzzled Karin’s cheek, "That’s very good, now, like that, just rub my back." Karin’s hands roamed freely over her mistress’ taut, arched back, getting a feel for the blonde who was lying on top of her.
"Now close your eyes and open your lips, just a little." Arielle leaned down and licked Karin’s lips, two slow, complete circles, one way than the other. "Mmm.. mmhmm. Now try it on me." Arielle closed her eyes and could only feel her teasing tongue flirt with her lips.
"You’re doing great!" Arielle opened her eyes and the girls shared a little giggle, "Now it’s time for the main entrée. Just follow my lead... and your instincts. Alright?"
"Yea, alright." Karin nodded and closed her eyes again, parting her lips for Arielle who promptly lowered her mouth - again teasing the inexperienced girl, toying with tongue on lips, using all the tricks she’d learnt from years of promiscuity to seduce the girl into kissing her back. Slipping her tongue into Karin’s lips, Arielle moaned at the sweetness of her mouth, and Karin’s tongue came up as if to push hers out. Slowly both girls got over any hesitation, getting used to the sensation of tongue on tongue, and soon their tongues were dancing passionately in a sweet ballet of ardor.
When Arielle pulled back again, both girls were panting softly but raggedly. Karin’s eyes were wide with revelation. "That- that was, oh my god, Arie..."
Before she could say any more Arielle drew her into another deep kiss, both girls when their hands firmly on each other as tongues twisted and tangled, lips met and rubbed, while impassioned moans filled the spacious bedchamber, growing ever louder as the girls each tried to outdo the other in their sensual experiment. When they parted lips again, both were breathless with exhilaration.
"What did you do with him next, Arie?" Karin whispered, her bosom rising and falling visibly with her ragged breath.
"We touched each other, everywhere," Arielle replied, her voice as soft and tremulous as her friend’s.
"You mean, like this?" Karin reached up to kiss Arielle lightly on her neck, her fingers going down the trail of her spine like fairies in the forest, ever so light and dainty, her fingertips grazing over the soft expanse of her ass cheeks before spreading, her hand stroking in soft circles to the blonde’s murmuring delight.
"Uh huh, like that, then he squeezed... hey, what’re you doing?" Arielle asked in half-protest as her maid drew up her nightgown until her butt was all bared, and the redhead could lavish her derriere with the gentle touches of her small hands.
"Oh, Arie, you were always so soft, so smooth, so nice."
"Karin! Stop this... this wickedness..." Arielle pleaded half-heartedly, and Karin did anything but stop. Now both her hands were stroking the noble lady’s ass cheeks, and she found herself terribly aroused at the helpless excitement manifest on her mistress’ face. Her face was scrunched up intensely, her lips ever parting so slightly in incoherent little noises. Karin spread her hands evenly and then squeezed, slowly but firmly, and watched Arielle bite her lip, then release it with a long loud moan of unquestionable female arousal.
"Oh my I can’t believe you’re, you’re doing this," Arielle complained even as she arched her back, pressing back some onto her friend’s hands, her thighs parting instinctively.
"Tell me what to do next, dear," Karin asked as she stroked her cheek - she was so warm to the touch.
"Just keep those hands moving and lay back... I’ll show you how it’s done!" She remembered how it felt to have her nipples kissed, and now Karin would know too. Her hands deftly found the buttons on Karin’s gown and had them quickly undone, exposing more of the redhead, who squirmed and raised her hands in protest, but Arielle pressed them down, whispering comforting words as her tongue lapped at her ear.
The sheer cloth of her gown parted and Karin’s breasts were out and happy - pale, milky, wonderfully well-rounded, topped off with delicious strawberry nipples that stood hardened, swollen with want. Arielle’s tongue trailed down her neck into the deep valley of her cleavage as her hands cupped both perfectly curvy breasts, stroking slowly as her tongue edged closer and closer to the swollen summits to Karin’s groaning delight.
"Oh, fuck yeah. That’s so good... he touched you like this?" Karin asked between incoherent exhortations.
"Oh yes, there’s more." Arielle watched Karin’s face, the picture of pleasure as both her hands cupped the sides of her left breast. Her hands squeezed together and her hard nipple rose to meet Arielle’s tongue, which traced over the little aureoles before flicking lightly, teasingly at the pink bud before sucking it between her lips, lavishing the sensitive nubbin.
Karin cried out loud, only spurring Arielle on as she started nibbling on her nipples. The servant girl was helplessly squirming under the blonde, her legs and hips moving to quench that growing itch between her thighs that only grew with each tug, lick and nibble. "You’re so tasty," Arielle told her even as her mouth was full of Karin’s breast, her hands holding her restless legs down.
"More!" Karin cried out loud, "I want it all!"
Arielle let go, her lips just grazing that tasty nipple as she looked up into Karin’s twinkling eyes. "Are you sure?"
"Yes," she nodded and then her mind was lost in pleasure again as Arielle’s tongue lapped her sensitive pink spots. Arielle reached up to slip the shoulder straps of Karin’s gown off, then tugged and pulled the whole garment down past her hips and off, revealing her reddened nakedness in all its splendor.
Before Arielle could protest Karin sat up and held her gown by the straps, pulling it up and over the blonde beauty’s golden locks. They looked over each other with impish smiles and lustful eyes: they were both beautiful in their own right.
Arielle had lean arms and a tiny tummy from dueling with her silver rapier at weekly sword fighting lessons. Taut, shapely long legs and a tight, well-curved butt came from long hours of riding. Her breasts were large for her size, but still undeniably lovely, chocolate-tipped beauties to be treasured.
Karin’s sleek curves were a sight to behold, with heavy, full breasts topped off with those yummy tight pink nipples and ample hips. Wavy fiery red curls seemed to protect her secret pink, and a small star-shaped tattoo over her left hipbone seemed to be an intentional mark to guide a lover south.
Arielle motioned for Karin to lie back down before pressing her nose to the top of her red bush, both women breathing deeply; Karin at the excitement of her mistress on the threshold of such a wicked, sinful - and delightful act, while Arielle relishing the scent of her woman, the sweet scent of her arousal stirring her own loins. She smelled of musk, lemon in the bathwater and something tangy thrown in the mix, sweet and spicy, her tongue tracing random patterns in her flesh, chasing the taste.
"I want it, Arielle. I want it all." Karin sounded out, and Arielle didn’t wait to take advantage of her girl. She enjoyed the heat as her finger traced between the nether lips, smiled as she watched Karin’s hips buck as the fingertip passed tenderly over the little nubbin that gave such sweet pleasure. She parted her chubby nether lips with two fingers as her thumb swirled within, her other hand stroking softly on the pink rosebud of Karin’s clit.
Arielle experimented a little, switching between swirling her finger around the tormented little knot of flesh to tapping on it, then returning to stroking it slowly. Arielle watched enchanted as her clit grew moist and swollen, emerging from its hiding hood. Her finger, unrelenting, kept sliding and stroking.
"Fuck! Oh yes, yes..." Karin in return mouthed expletives Arielle didn’t know the girl knew. The redhead gripped onto the bed sheets and thrust her hips up, as the pleasing pressure kept building, a warm coiled sensation that kept growing with her touches. Her love juices were seeping, almost flowing now and the scent of her pussy was thick in the air, and Arielle found herself smacking her lips unconsciously.
Following her instinct she lowered herself then closed her eyes and slipped her tongue deep into the wet heat of her little red cunt. She was tasty, a little sweeter than her own juices. Arielle liked it, and was quick for more, lapping the full length of her pussy lips.
Karin must have been halfway to heaven by now. Holding her breath and tensing as she felt Arielle’s tongue explore where she’d never been touched. She jerked and moaned, like a rush of pleasure surging up from her cunt to her mouth, a loud, primal moan of lust, and she pushed her hips up, burying Arielle’s lips deep into her pussy.
Meanwhile, Arielle herself was growing hotter by the moment. Karin’s deeply impassioned groans and having her face in another girl’s red hot and dripping pussy wasn’t doing anything to quench her lust; if anything it was only driving her crazy, she reached back with one hand to finger herself expertly, quickly finding the swell of her own clit and partaking of the delightful pleasures that were racking Karin’s sweaty, squirming body.
Karin’s legs began bucking harder - she was close. Arielle slipped two fingers into her tight little hole as her tongue flicked over the clit as fast as she could, then heard Karin scream, felt the surges of warm wild pleasure coursing through her in her clenched fingers, juices rushing out to splatter her face with warm yummy wetness.
Karin was just delirious with the pleasure, screaming into a pillow as wave after wave of sensation crashed against the walls of her sensibilities, pushing the unrelenting Arielle away when she just couldn’t take it any more, then just lying back, allowing the last waves to wash over her.
Arielle, never one to be left behind quickly slipped her fingers down between her legs. Having just eaten another girl’s pussy for the first time, her nipples still taut with the unbelievable arousal of the act, she had only to think of what she’d just done while touching herself to come agonizingly close to a sweet, satisfyingly hard climax in record time.
Karin, breathing deeply, just calming down from the experience of her lifetime watched as Arielle went through the motions. Now she knew what it was like, and it was all thanks to her lady. She waited till Arielle calmed, then spread her hand over the blonde’s swollen breast, cupping the weight of it.
"Yes, touch me," Arielle begged, desperate for that little spark to set off the explosion.
Karin stroked the softness with her palm, in circles around the perky nipple before taking the little bud between her fingers, rolling it around, then squeezing and tugging at it at once - then listening to Arielle’s panting little groans grow more urgent until she was swarmed with spasms, then slumped down with a grimace of the torture of pleasure on her pretty face.
"My god. Why didn’t we do this wonderful thing sooner? We could have done it a million times by now!" Karin was overwhelmed by the intensity of the experience.
"Because, well, we didn’t know two girls could do it." Arielle answered honestly, still softly gasping for air.
"Don’t you think we should do this... more often?" Karin looked to her new lover hopefully.
"Oh yes... here, a taste of things to come..." Arielle extended her wet fingers and watched Karin’s long tongue curl as it licked eagerly at her juices.
"Oh, milady," She licked the last of the sweetness, "Let’s get you ready for bed, now. Imagine if your father were to walk in on us now!" They looked at each other, slick with sweat and the bed sheets soaked in girl cum, and giggled out loud. The girls got out of bed for Karin to change the bed sheets, and Arielle, now tired from her exertions, slipped on another bed gown and slipped back into bed as Karin put out the candles.
"Sweet dreams, milady," Karin kissed her girl firmly on the lips.
"I’ll be dreaming of you, sweet."
"Oh, good night," Karin smiled then walked out, closing the door quietly behind her. Tired as she was, it was only a matter of seconds before she slipped into sweet slumber and delightful dreams.
* * * * *
All of a sudden, a loud, bloodcurdling scream of terror pierced the silence of the night that jolted Arielle to wakefulness. It came from the manor’s front gate! She hurriedly went to the window just in time to see the door guard slump lifelessly to the floor, a pool of blood gathering around him.
The manor was under attack!
With a closer look at the fallen guard Arielle noticed the arrow buried deep in his chest and quickly scanned the garden illuminated by torch brackets in search of the perpetrator, then briefly spotted a fleeting figure flitting around, hidden behind a generous shrub. Then there was a spot of metallic glint catching her eye from within the darkness.
Arielle immediately darted away from the window, and not too soon - mere moments later an arrow pierced the window and embedded itself onto a wooden cupboard with a dull thud. Getting on all fours and crawling under the windows to the other side of the room Arielle reached behind the books on a certain bookshelf to retrieve a flask of orange fluid, uncorking it immediately and swallowing one big mouthful of the tangy mix.
At this moment, Karin burst into the room, calling frantically for her mistress.
"Arielle! Where are you?"
"I'm over here! Come now!"
Karin recognised the voice and ran across the room, and when her mistress instructed her to drink from the orange flask on the floor she quickly complied, taking hold of it and drinking a mouthful as well. Within seconds the enchantment of the magical potion took effect and both women were practically invisible to their invaders.
Arielle yelped as the other window to her room was smashed and a pair of black gloved hands gripped onto the windowsill then hoisted their owner up on his elbows to climb into the room, landing but a few feet from the startled ladies. By then Arielle had the presence of mind to leave the potion under the bed and ready a bejewelled dagger. The intruder, clad from head to toe in black, looked over the room but made no move to grab valuables like the glinting golden candlesticks. A second one followed in with sword in hand.
"I was sure I saw a young lady peeking at me through a window." He reported raspily.
"Check under the bed," The first instructed with an authoratative and feminine tone, and the other nodded tacitly and plunged his sword repeatedly through the bed, piercing to tear into the carpet below.
"No one there."
"Check further inside, they can't have gone far," she instructed, and her follower plodded into the corridor and beyond. Meanwhile, she turned to fiddle with a painting on the wall, pulling it down as if expecting something hidden behind.
It proved to be a fatal oversight. Arielle got to her feet, decisively plunging the dagger into her neck to its hilt, her would-be assailant's death cry muted by the gurgling blood spouting from her gaping throat. With the attack the invisibility wore off and Arielle was in plain sight again.
"Quickly, shut the door," Karin quickly obeyed and Arielle started stripping the woman who happened to be the band leader. As fast as she could she slipped out of her flimsy nightgown and changed into her enemy's colours. The rank smell of freshly spilt blood assailed her but in the middle of the night no one would see the bloodstains on black clothes, and the sash she wore wrapped around her face conveniently masked her delicate features. Finally she pocketed the potion bottle, just in case.
"Karin?"
"Yes missy?"
"I want you to push this body under the bed, and run all the way to your mother's home, alright?"
"Yes missy!"
There was no time to lose, if Arielle was to save her parents from the men in black. As she raced out into the corridor and up stairs to the master bedroom, the sounds of ringing steel and battle cries grew louder, and she could only hope her parents had hidden well enough.
Making their faithful last stand were Lord Nightstar's personal bodyguards, Emil and Rannick. They stood back to back, fending off the ravenous attacks of five men in black. It was as hopeless a fight as any, and Arielle's heart went to them, but she knew she had to save her parents while there was still a chance.
She checked the study, the room already crawling with those intruders searching for them. Arielle herself checked the alchemy table and noted an open scroll case and a sprinkling of ash on the tabletop - the tell-tale signs of a recently expended spell scroll, most likely one for a magical getaway. Heaving a sigh of relief, she knew now she needn't have worried. Her parents were wise enough to prepare for such a contingency.
Before she could relax though a shrill cry of pain rang out from the adjoining room, setting her pulse racing again. Her last defenders were dead and her only defence now was the thin wet sash covering her face and true identity.
"Everyone! Gather to me, in the master bedroom," A booming voice commanded from the aisle. Accordingly, they all stopped what they were doing and obeyed. Arielle watched a tall, lean man, about six foot four pace around the bodies of her guards, as one by one, his followers streamed into the room. There had to be at least two dozen of them. These were not a gang of burglars, but assassins, with very specific prey.
The gangly fellow surveyed his men, and then his gaze inevitably fell upon the only female in his troupe. Arielle breathed steadily, knowing full well the consequences of breaking cover in a room surrounded by enemies.
"Maya, you've got blood all over your shirt. You wouldn't happen to be hurt?" He chuckled at that.
"It was a maid."
"Ahh. But of course," He winked at Arielle, who silently congratulated herself on mimicking the dead woman's voice sufficiently, then addressed the assemblage, "Our quarry has eluded us. The Lord and Lady Nightstar, as well as their daughter, have somehow slipped from our grasp. Given the guards at the entrance and our strength in numbers they must have magicked themselves away in time. As lofty as their perch was they did not neglect to prepare for certain emergencies, it seems. There is nothing we can do for now; all of you, please partake of any riches you happen upon in this home. At least we won't leave empty-handed. Now go and plunder, and leave this room."
'Maya' made for the door but the fellow called out to her. "Maya! Stay with me awhile. You know what I want," he chuckled and the rest of the room laughed out loud knowingly, then made a quick exit, each scoundrel eager to steal as much he could.
Arielle closed and locked the only door, resolving that only one of them would walk out alive, then sauntering to her lover with more than a little sway of her hips. He wasted no time, dropping his pants to reveal an impressive male member, already stiff and ready for action.
"Dammit, bitch, you know how all that blood gets to me, blow me now!" Arielle considered striking now, but his hands were too close to the hilt of his sword for comfort. Good things to those who wait, she thought, then got on her knees, and started lavishing the hard cock with a few teasing licks. This wasn't the lascivious lady's first time.
"Well, well, learning some new tricks are we?" he chuckled, a truly irritating sound by now, but Arielle focused on the sweet treat at hand that was an eight inch long, hard pulsing penis, and kissed the tip to elicit a grunt of approval. Moving in a little to lick at the sack within, then all the way up to the tip again, as if savoring an ice cream cone, she took him inside, closing her lips firmly around the thick shaft and made circular movements with her head, his cock slipping this way and that. Arielle spent a while at this, enjoying the warm sensation of the manhood hardening and the salty taste of pre-cum as he stroked her head, fingers searching for a hold on the sash-
Wait, no! Her mind sounded a silent alarm and she backed away, and got to her feet.
"Maya? What's the matter?" He asked, a strange look on his face that was quickly remedied by the sight of his lover quickly stripping her pants off. Arielle was now naked from the waist down and when she lay back onto the queen-sized bed, her knees drawn up and wide apart, an incredibly enticing view of her pink, pouting secret lips, well marinated with natural lust juices was all it took to readjust the man's concern at hand. Right now, instead of reaching over to undo the sash, he was going to satisfy a more deep-seated desire.
With a grunt from both parties, the man delved deep into Arielle's warm depths with his monster of a penis, filling her up quite adequately, then rocked her hips in tandem with the man's, sighing and moaning in a symphony of sexual pleasure to the rhythm of his thrusts. Reaching with her hands to toy with the pink nubs that were nipple and clit, Arielle was getting into the groove but knew from experience the man was sure to finish first. He was enjoying himself and soon had his eyes closed
Reaching behind her back and unsheathing the dagger from the sword scabbard slung across her back with a slick snap of her wrist, Arielle sat up and thrust it deep into his bare throat and almost immediately had to shield herself from the red shower. Quickly disengaging and slipping out of bed, she reached for the her dead guard's sword.
"That was for Rannick, and now this," she put her weight behind her hands and thrust the sword from behind through his heart, "is for Emil," then watched the evildoer crumple and bleed to death.
Well, that was that. Wiping herself dry of various bodily fluids with a dry bedsheet and dressing up again, she went around the room, picking off the valuable items from drawers and cupboards and stowed them in her pockets as she could, then retrieving the dagger - as putrid as it seemed, the jewelled dagger was worth quite a bit.
Hard banging on the locked doors and angry shouts interrupted her preparations. They must have discovered the real Maya's body. Swallowing a generous gulp of the invisibility potion, Arielle disappeared from view, and when the armed men smashed the door down and rushed to revive their fallen leader, Arielle was able to walk around them all and tiptoe out and away, unseen and unopposed, out the gates and into the night.
Stepping onto the cobblestoned streets and not sure where to go, Arielle just walked briskly away from her old home, rummaging through stray thoughts as she walked, her mind still reeling from the tension of that close encounter with death and danger.
Her parents had to be where they said they would retreat if ever enemies came a knocking - a hidden safehouse at the Docks where they could then sail away to safer lands. They had never confided in Arielle why anyone would want to attack them but apparently their fears were well-grounded; now she only had to meet them there.
Trekking through the dark and murky alleyways of the sprawling city, protected only by the shroud of invisibility, Arielle safely reached the docks, stepping right up to the safehouse's doorstep, only to note with alarm that the front door had been smashed open. Quietly slipping in, she found the ground floor empty, hearing only pained groans from upstairs. Her worst fears were confirmed at the sight of her parents mortally wounded.
"Mom! Dad!" She screamed, the tears welling up and spilling over as she kneeled at their sides, clasping their hands, "Talk to me! Talk to me!"
Lady Nightstar had long passed from this world, but Lord William Nightstar was still clinging on dearly to life, his trembling lips parting to impart a last message to his daughter.
"Sewers... stash sewers..." he muttered, the words barely heard by his sobbing daughter as he opened a clenched fist to reveal a plain golden ring adorned by a single shining diamond, then his eyes closed as he slipped into the final rest.
* * * * *
Karin dipped a pail into a small well of water and poured it onto her mistress Arielle, who shivered and hugged herself, clearly unaccustomed to bathing standing up with cold water, before cleaning the blonde up with a cheap bar of soap.
"You still smell, of all that blood, missy. I'll wash it all away, all the pain away," Karin offered, rubbing the soap between her hands to lubricate her palms with lather before cupping the undersides of Arielle's fully-blossomed breasts from behind with gentle, wet hands, slickly soaping up the sensitive skin, the blonde's nipples perking up hard in response, and for a few luxurious moments Arielle enjoyed her maid's gentle touch before breaking away.
"Sorry, sweetie... I'm just not in the mood."
"I... I understand. I'll just finish the rest of you."
"I think I'll need to learn how to wash myself now, dear. You're not really my maid anymore. Give me the soap,"
"Here you go, missy. To think that last night, we had our first time... together. Now, all this. It's hard just thinking about it. What are you going to do?"
"I'll become an adventurer I suppose. Like my parents both were before they got rich enough to buy a sort of noble status. It's a bit rich, I think, the way fate goes in circles. I'll need to find some partners, then try and get around finding who did my parents in."
"I don't suppose I'll be seeing a lot of you around anymore, missy?"
Arielle looked up and stroked the naked redhead's cheek with a soapy hand. "I'll miss you too, sweetie and I'll visit from time to time."
"I'll miss you too, and there's something left to do," Karin stroked her former mistress' cheek in return and they drew closer.
"Oh, Karin, sweets, I... I'm not really feeling like it," she protested and backed into a wall but felt Karin press in still - until once again both girls were breast to breast, only this time they were both wet and soapy all over - both girls shivering slightly at the chill and tingle, sharing a look of lust, eye to eye up close. Arielle's lips were trembling, as she was incredibly excited at the role reversal, to be submissive to the lovely girl who'd served her all her life.
"How could I let you go without returning the favors of last night? Why, you're blushing," Karin stroked her reddened cheek down to the edge of her chin, enjoying the control over her mistress and the sight of her half-lidded eyes and fluttering lashes. This brazen girl who'd conquered numerous hot-blooded young men had been completely subdued, and yelped when her former maid licked teasingly at her neck, which almost instantly grew red.
Arielle's heart was pounding wildly - the sensation of another fully grown woman, slick and warmly wet bodily pressed against her was driving her crazy with desire. She could feel it, the constant teasing tingles of nipple on breast, luscious legs scissoring, her maid's hands gathering more soapy lather from that bar of soap and massaging all over her neck and shoulders. Mmm. . . Arielle moaned out loud, all the tension being scrubbed slowly and smoothly out of her.
"I want you to turn around and put your hands on the wall, dear," Karin for once ordered Arielle around and the blonde found it refreshingly arousing, turning around and obeying. Karin rewarded her with a thorough finger massage of her tight back muscles and tummy that was inevitably followed up by a long, sensuous session with her heavy breasts that heaved with her excited ragged breaths.
Arielle closed her eyes, trembling with pleasure as her girl cupped the round breasts with soapy palms that circled slickly around her nipple before stabbing at the nubbins with her fingertips - it was as if her nipples were wired straight to her pussy which tingled at the touch. Karin traced her wet fingertips repeatedly over the swollen nipples, eliciting excited yelps from the blonde, revelling at the remarkable sensitivity of wet nipples. Karin moved to pinch both nipples and tug at them lightly while kneading the soft, slippery wet breast flesh, much to the delight of a blushing Arielle, who was actively grinding her hips back against Karin's groin.
Not one to miss a hint, Karin pulled a hand back to caress the blonde's smoothly rounded ass. It was as delightful to the touch as she remembered and soon both her hands were kneading the gleaming cheeks. Her thumbs reached under to stroke lightly at her inner thigh, teasingly close to her labia.
"Bet you aren't just wet from the water now, love," Karin whispered, and Arielle responded affirmatively: "Oh, fuck yeah."
Karin was on her knees now, stroking the back of her legs that made her knees tremble as her lips and tongue toyed with the crack of her ass, before delving deeper to unchartered territory. Arielle's legs squirmed at the attack of sensation, her legs parting instinctively for Karin to go all the way, her hips pushing back further to open herself up to intimate touches. Karin took a moment to enjoy the view up close - her blonde lady's splendid ass, now spread wide open for her dining enjoyment, the pouty nether lips dripping with excitement. Karin sat on the wet floor and dipped her head between Arielle's legs, then placed her mouth over her female flower, all slick with nectar.
Her hands spread the blonde's lips apart and then her tongue extended and licked over the hard nub of her clit. Unrelenting, Karin's mouth sucked and licked at her clit while she stood banging clenched fists against the wall, groaning into the ceiling, helpless to stop her. An encouraging hand became entangled in her hair as Arielle began the heady spiral up towards the shattering orgasm she had silently yearned for since her maid first laid hands on her that evening..
With grinding hips, Arielle mashed herself up against her mouth, thrusting an almost painfully swollen clit against her eager tongue, taking care not to force her head down, her hand in her hair only to spur her hand. Arille gripped her breast with the other hand as Karin introduced a couple of her fingers to her depths, rubbing the inside walls of her pussy hole as she moved her fingers in and out, driving the trembling, flushed blonde further up the rising spiral to orgasm, moaning and begging, urgently needing to cum, Arielle's breath coming in small gasps as she begged to be released.
"Please, don't stop," she pleaded as she hit the top of the curve and her first orgasm tore through, but Karin continued to lick and suck me even though she must have known she'd cum. This was going to be one of those times when keeping it up would allow a second, even more powerful orgasm. Her fingers spread even wider inside, rubbing forcefully as her tongue became a hard point against the pulsing clit. She played it hard and fast, pushing at that nub and then she let it go down over the tip and back up to the top, once, twice, and then this time Arielle didn't even think about her. With both hands on her head the blonde rubbed herself unabashedly against her mouth, cumming hard with a cry to shake the heavens on her pretty pale face. Soft moans filled the room as Arielle continued grinding her hips against her, until she eventually calmed down, feeling the pulsations extend all the way from her toes to her head.
Arielle looked down to her licking lover, and the two shared a sly smile.
"Is it my turn now?" Karin asked, "I'm so wet."
"Say no more," Arielle touched a finger to her lover's lips, then slowly backed up kneeled down before Karin's spreading legs...