Re: Yukimura Estate, Session 1
One of Zehasael's hands soon found itself making its way down to her leg, softly, slowly tracing over her own skin before disappear up, under the skirt of the maid uniform, as she stared intently at her own reflection, sighing softly at her own reaction as she arched her back, her body's response for the hand slipping inside of her pantaloons, her fingertips tracing over her intimate regions softly.
Crossing her right leg over her left, and then pushing down on her own hand, she let out another soft gasp before slowly tracing her left arm back up her body, to adjust the top of her uniform, revealing more cleavage to herself. This sight caused a chain reaction which resulted in another soft gasp, which soon turned into a soft, naughty laugh. "Ooh, you nasty little minx..." she teased herself striking an alluring pose before she squirmed once more at her own touch. She hadn't been this free or in control in months and it felt so good.
As her fingers danced and wandered inside of her, her mind began to wander. A natural starting point was Ariane, that damnable spider. She pictured the girl, bound by her own web, kneeling before Zehasael. Begging for forgiveness as something uncomfortably large was driven into her, and the demon herself only responding by grabbing the girl by the hair and thrusting her head between Zeha's legs. Yes... that was how it should be... how it would be.... no... no, she did not deserve such a privilege.
Her mind shifted to the other maids, from Shiina "thanking" her for her assistance at the lunch meal to the appropriate end of the struggle with her self-appointed rival, Kasumi. She even threw in a brief thought of Ayeka, almost as an afterthought, she had not had much to do with the girl, although the knowledge Zeha had inadvertently gained about her proved an interesting distraction. She thought of the butler, Fade, now he was an interesting one. Enigmatic. Studying. Mm.. he did like to watch her, didn't he? She imagined him on the other side of the mirror, as if it was one sort of one-way viewing screen, watching her intently. And with that in mind, she retrieved her hand, thoroughly coated in her own love juices, and brought it to her lips, slowly and erotically licking it clean, squirming a little more at the sight of it. She turned her hips slightly and playfully spanked her own rump, giving a saucy smile as the hand once again disappeared beneath the skirt.
Finally, there was the master... he was an odd one. His habits and tastes didn't suit him serving Zeha as the others had, to picture it seemed hollow... but adore her... yes, that could work. He would adore her, dote on her lovingly and do his best to satisfy her desires, for she was his favourite maid and secret lover. Secret outside the walls, at least, for her would present the others and any pets he acquired to her, and together they would share. On special occasions, when she'd been extra good, he and Fade would both service her, sandwiched between... yes... yes...
With a long, aching sigh, she reached her climax, juices soaking the undergarments she wore and for a while, she simply lay there, panting softly, watching her own chest rise and fall and smirking slightly at her own flushed cheeks. She was indeed, a naughty, naught girl. But as she came down from her passions, a realisation struck her than caused her to wince in annoyance at her own stupidity. She'd soaked her specifically chosen undergarments. Muttering to herself, she pulled them off and wandered over to the slime drawer, wringing them out as best she could over it. For the first time, her tail was exposed to the air, and it waved back and forth behind her irritated, lifting up the back of her skirt as it did so. Once she had gotten all the fluids she could out of the pantaloons, she cursed the slimes for they instinct to break down cloth; ruining a way to get a lot more of the moisture out of them, and pulled them back on. She would have to see about getting more pairs as soon as she could manage.
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