The Lady and the Maid | Part II [F20/F20] [No sex]

It had been three days since I had been fortunate enough to explore her body. Three days since I had her skin firmly between my teeth. Three days since I had almost told her I loved her. Three days since we had visited the heavens and seen the stars. She was much more reserved than she had been before, never quite meeting my eye. She stared at the floor each time I ordered her to dress or undress me. I silently watched her back as she slipped out of my sleeping quarters. She was but a quick little rabbit, darting away from my sharp claws and hungry lioness teeth. Each time I had cornered her, though, she would quickly dig a hole, disappearing and leaving me starving yet again.

I could order her to look me in the eye. I could order her to undress and to let me touch her the way I did that night. I could command her to kiss me and hold me in her strong, warm arms. But I knew better than to play such games. It was true that I wanted her more than anything in the world, but I was wise enough to know that I wanted her to want me the same way.

The Lady and the Maid [Ff] [Passionate]

A slight shiver ran down my spine as I pulled the silk sheets over my bare figure. The shadows around the room danced against the soft, warm glow of the candle on my nightstand, the jubilee of the shadow realm not ceasing even once. The flame flickered fervently, as if beckoning someone or something closer.

A low, resounding knock echoed through the room, like the sound of one’s heart thrumming against their skull. I could hear her muttering to herself. Her voice’s highs and lows mixed in an elaborate soup of emotion. My breath hitched. I closed my eyes, cupped my hands around my mouth and let out a wail. I let my arms fall limply to my side. The muttering ceased, and for just a peculiar passing moment, it was completely silent. Suddenly, my door burst open, and she stood by my bed, her eyes widened. I cried out again before feeling her warm hands against my skin, the familiar feeling of warmth spreading through my body from her touch.

“Miss?” she cried. “Miss!”

I opened my eyes, squinting in the darkness of my quarters. The candle continued to dance as if nothing had happened at all. My eyes landed on her. I feigned surprise.

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