Ch196: A Maid’s Mistake [Vera POV] ♥♥
Peeping / Voyeurism, Maidly Masturbation, while watching...Threesome, Pussy to Pussy, Gagged, Chastity, Spanking.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
The little clock resting in the corner of this well-furnished room is all that disturbs the deafening quiet, that constant clicking accompanying the unending march of its ornate arms.
Vera paces back and forth, her silent footsteps perfectly in time with the ticks and tocks assailing her ears.
Her pale, scowling lips twitch as her gaze – for perhaps the hundredth time – falls upon the discarded clothing that had been left to taint this room. It is an insult to see those pieces of cloth and leather draped so haphazardly over one of her Lady’s fine chairs. If Vera were less disciplined, if she were more reckless and impulsive, she would have torn those uncouth outfits into a thousand pieces.
But she is no unruly pet. She is no dog who chews and gnaws at the boots of unwelcome intruders, barking and howling at any who may pose a threat to her Mistress. She is no cat who sinks her claws into whatever she wishes, hissing at those who displease her.
Indulging in such behaviour is reprehensible, and not suited for a servant of Countess Alexandrina Yuliya Marzannavich. Even less so for the Countess’ chosen handmaiden.
And so, the albino maid will not lay a hand on those clothes. Not to destroy them, nor to tidy and fold them. That neglect will be her protest.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
The passage of time is... infuriating. Maddening, even.
The clock mocks the maid by showing how long she has been away from her Lady’s side, and how much longer they will be apart. But that inanimate object is not to blame for their separation. Those little spinning gears and ornate metallic arms did not take her Lady away.
No, the two... guests... did.
Vera abruptly halts her pacing march. Anger, rage, and hate well up within this albino maid, her hands clenching into even tighter fists. The joints in her fingers ache as the soft silk of her gloves stretches over her knuckles, pulled thin and taut. She is forced to weaken her grip, that dull pang threatening to grow into proper pain.
This maid’s head snaps towards the door separating her from her Lady. Pale pink eyes narrow into bitter, baleful slits as she glares through the thick lenses of her glasses.
An unwelcome thought pierces through the righteous fury that fills her mind.
Why is Alexandrina, her Alexandrina, spending the night – another night – with those two... mere acquaintances?
Vera already knows the multifaceted answer to that question. She is the Countess’ closest confidant, the Countess’ most committed companion. She knows each and every layered reason that Rina has to... enjoy their company. But the seed of doubt has been planted, nonetheless.
Is she not good enough for her Lady?
Is she... simply not enough for her Lady?
Is... is she losing her place in Rina’s heart...?
No!
Vera’s back straightens as she stands tall and proud.
She is the Countess’ dearest doll! Each and every aspect of her being is made for her Lady! She has spent the last several years cultivating and sculpting herself into the ideal servant for Rina! And while she may never reach the perfection of her Lady – the conflicts of tonight were sober reminders of that – she is still far above those two guests!
How could that filthy lizard compare to the grace, beauty, and refinement of a proper maid?
How could that unwomanly Elf compare to the discipline, poise, and subtlety of a skilled servant?
They cannot. That plain and simple answer is undeniable in Vera’s mind. There is not a soul in existence that can better attend to the Countess’ needs than Vera herself!
“Haahnnnh~!”
That quiet, almost imperceptible, moan shakes the albino maid’s resolve.
She jumps back from the door, pale and snowy cheeks flushing a deep scarlet. When did she press herself up against that barrier of rich wood...? Why was she trying to listen through it? How was she even able to hear anything at all?! Her ears may be sharp, but not to that degree!
The sound dampening enchantments!
Vera’s pale pink eyes go wide in realization. Her white eyebrows quickly furrow in indignation.
To have let them degrade to this degree...! This transgression can not be allowed! They must be renewed posthaste!
“Ahhhh~!”
Vera freezes. Her glasses sit askew on her face as she once more presses her ear and cheek against the door.
She... should not be listening. Not like this...
But the albino maid cannot peel herself away from the door.
“Ohh~! Mnnghhhn~!”
A mix of emotions pull at her heartstrings.
“Aohh~!”
Anger. Resentment. Jealousy. Envy. Those guests do not deserve to be so close to her Countess! It should be her in there! Her!
Guilt. Shame. Remorse. Vera should not be violating her Lady’s privacy.
“Oaahhhh~!”
Sorrow. Joy. She is... happy... that Lady Alexandrina is enjoying the company of... these guests.
Lust.
Much to Vera’s chagrin, she can’t help but be aroused by the noises leaking through this door. She has been trained, so thoroughly trained, to find satisfaction in the sounds of her Lady’s pleasure. The Countess’ relief matters far, far more than her own, no matter how much her generous Lady may say otherwise.
Her thighs rub together as she feels the fabric of her undergarments grow damp with her own arousal.
Vera cannot help but think of just what is happening beyond this detestable barrier, within the Countess’ private chambers. In just what wonderful ways has her Lady made these guests serve her? Are they worshipping the very ground on which she walks, as they should? Are they dutifully seeing to her every desire, as is natural? Are they caressing, massaging, and kissing all across the perfection that she is, as many wish they could~?
The albino maid’s gloved hands paw at her own body. But her uniform, as honourable and dignified as it is, dampens her touch. Her brassiere and dress hold her breasts in place far too well for her groping to be truly enjoyable. And the layered skirts prevent her fingers from feeling any of what is hidden beneath them.
That frustration feeds further into her lust.
She is used to her own pleasures being secondary, to her release being denied. She has subjected herself to such feelings far, far too many times to see such frustration in any negative light, for it has always brought with it the promise of greater pleasures, if only she wait.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
The sounds of the clock marking the passage of time echo throughout the antechamber.
Vera freezes completely.
The noises, the moans, from beyond this door have... they have fallen silent! How has she only just realized that now?! How long has this silence reigned?!
Fear grips at the albino maid’s core. Panic wells up within her.
Did those detestable guests do something to her Lady?!
With hardly a thought in her mind, Vera hastily removes her pristine white apron – pulling her featherduster from a pocket as she does so – and slips off her shoes.
The door to Rina’s bedroom opens just enough for the maid to stealthily enter. She silently shuts it behind herself. As she has done so, so many times before.
Near absolute darkness fills the Countess’ chambers.
With practiced steps, Vera creeps towards her Lady’s large bed. Towards the dim glow bleeding through the fabric of those enclosed curtains. Her gloved fingers tighten around the handle of her featherduster, ready to twist it open and pull free the razor-sharp stiletto hidden within.
“aahhh!”
Vera halts her advance.
That gasp, so faint and quiet as to be nearly imperceptible, was one of surprise. Of shock. And, most importantly, was quite recognizably not from her Lady’s lips.
“wha’!?”
That muffled exclamation mirrors the maid’s bewilderment.
Soft murmurs filter through the curtains. Vera cannot make out a single word that is being said, but she can tell that more than one voice is speaking. Two. And then three.
Just what is happening here? Is her Rina... not in danger...?
That question hardly has time to settle in her mind before a pulse of amethyst light manifests within an arms reach of where she stands. Vera just barely resist the urge to voice her surprise, remaining utterly silent as the fear of being exposed clings to her core.
The gentle light darts through the air, shifting into the shape of her Lady’s hand. It pulls open the drawer of a dresser and plucks out an object stored within, before flying back towards the bed.
The curtains part, and break the spell.
“–ith that~.” Rina’s lyrical voice, so beautiful and alluring, dances through the air.
A dull, unpleasant feeling sets over the albino maid. Realization of her mistake.
The curtains. Numerous minor enchantments are woven into their fine threads. One of which allows for all sounds beyond their barrier to be magnified... or muffled. They are ill suited for soundproofing, but when combined with the weakened power within the door...
Vera is a fool. One who acted in haste.
Her pale white cheeks burn red with shame.
“Oy~! Wha’ do ya think ya’re do–imnnph~?”
Her body tingles with arousal at the implication of what she can now so plainly hear. That irritating Wood Elf has been muzzled...! She swoons at that thought. The wisdom of her Lady knows no bounds~!
“There, much better now, is it not~?”
Yes~! Yes it is~!
“Mnnnhh~!” That beautiful muffled hum is music to her ears, and is hardly even tainted by the much less pleasant moan buried beneath it.
Delicate, dancing light shines through the crack in the curtains.
Vera gently, silently, kneels down onto the soft carpet. Her gloved hand reaches forward.
“Oaahh~...! Yess~! Krvahhvee~!”
The albino maid halts in her tracks. A frown fills her flushed face, put into place by both the name that her Lady just called out and by the realization of what she was about to do.
Is she really going to peep on Lady Alexandrina’s clandestine... encounter...?
A proper maid would do no such thing.
But... Vera has already trespassed, already intruded upon her Lady’s privacy. It would only be... prudent... of her to take this last step. To truly ensure that nothing foul has befallen the Countess. Yes, that... that would be the sensible thing to do.
Vera removes her glasses, folds the arms closed, and slips them into one of her pockets. As much as she is loathe to admit it, maintaining the aesthetic that her Lady loves so much is simply not worth the risk of light reflecting off these lenses. It is not worth the risk of giving her presence away.
“Oohhhhnnnghh~!”
The maid shudders and leans in. Her pale pink eyes widen as she sees the scene in front of her.
“Mnnnnhh~!”
Rina, in all of her beauty, is laying atop that wretched Wood Elf. Good...! That guest is beneath the Countess, as she should be!
But the joy that sight brings Vera is tempered and spoiled by the large lizard hunched over her Lady. By the sound of hips colliding with Rina’s perfect rear. Is...? No. Lady Alexandrina would not throw away her purity so carelessly... So...?
“Aaahhh~!”
Were Vera not committed to remaining silent, then she may have just voiced a sound similar to her Lady’s most recent moan. Albeit hers would have been considerably less breathy and more a vocalization of realization.
After all, she can see the answer to her question. Not clearly, but enough to be certain. It is only visible for mere moments between each of those... forceful and energetic thrusts... but there is a silken seal covering her Lady’s most precious of places. And there appears to be one on the other Elf as well! So wise and brilliant of the Countess to ensure her own protection and to further punish that irritating menace~!
Relief washes over the maid as she receives visual confirmation that her Lady is safe and unharmed. She need not remain here, watching this debauched scene, any longer.
But...
She can’t quite pull herself away from this narrow gap in the curtains. She can’t bring herself to look away from the Countess.
And with her concerns, her fears, addressed... she can’t help but truly see what is happening on this bed.
Even without being able to view any of their faces... Even with her admittedly flawed understanding of emotions... Vera can quite clearly see that the three women – if the lizard indeed counts as one – are thoroughly enjoying themselves. And, far more importantly, these two guests are thoroughly pleasing Rina.
“Oahhhn~!”
No, that is not quite right. That uncouth Wood Elf is... hardly doing a thing. She is little more than a cushion for the Countess to rest atop of. And not a good one at that, not with how thin and wiry her body is. Still, that is an enviable position, far better than she deserves. How Vera wishes she herself could be there instead... holding her Lady in her arms...
Or would she instead prefer to replace that lizard? The one who is doing all the work to please her Lady?
The more she watches that pale-skinned and black-scaled creature pounding against Rina’s rear, the more... the more... the more her body burns.
That Drakling may be doing the much more honourable and prestigious job of servicing the Countess, but she is doing it in the wrong way! Where is the reverence?! The adoration?! The deference?! She is taking the Lady like some sort of wild beast! It is outrageous! That the barbarian’s crude member is even allowed so close to the Countess’ maidenhood is bad enough, but this presumptuous arrogance is far worse!
Vera’s body shudders with rage. Yes, just rage! The heat between her legs, the dampness of her undergarments, is nothing more than a result of her righteous fury!
That lizard should be, at the very least, caressing and massaging the Countess’ back! Not simply holding onto those wonderful, womanly hips as she thrusts away! She should –!
“AAAAHHH~!” Rina’s head lifts up as that loud and lewd cry escapes past her perfect lips. A visible handprint remains on the vibrant pink skin of her round rear as the Drakling’s hand pulls away.
Vera’s gloved fingers clench tightly around the handle of her featherduster. She slowly twists it, letting a gleam of metal shine in the darkness beyond the crack in these curtains.
“Mhhorrhe~!”
The Countess’ slurred voice forces Vera to freeze.
What...?
Another slap rings through the air.
“Mhhhnnn~! Yeessh~!”
The pieces of Vera’s featherduster press back together.
She... she understands the pleasures that pain can bring. Rather intimately, in fact. But for the Countess herself to be subject to such acts... It is unthinkable.
Vera can... can hardly comprehend what she is seeing.
She lowers the tool in her hands down into her lap. Her thighs rub together as its stiff end firmly pokes against the layers of her dress.
“Oahhhnnh~!”
The albino maid quivers as the moans of her Lady grow louder, more debauched. Her unblinking eyes watch on, following each faint movement of the Countess’ body. The already fast paced pounding speeds up even further. The hunched Drakling leans over Rina, those big pale breasts pressing into the perfect pink skin of the Lady’s back. An inhumanly tapered tongue leaves that lizard’s lips, licking at the tip of the Countess’ pointed ear.
“OAAAHHHNNH~!” Rina’s lewd cries reach their peak. Her shuddering body goes stiff as she is so thoroughly sandwiched between those two guests. “NGHHHHHNN~!”
Vera roughly bites her bottom lip. She bucks her own hips in time with her Lady’s orgasm. She clutches tightly onto the handle of her featherduster, coincidentally holding it in just the perfect place that its hard tip, padded by the layers of her venerable uniform, grinds into the needy nub of her clit.
One of her hands abandons that trusty feathered brush, rising up to her covered chest. Gloved fingers dig into the dutiful maid’s dress, squeezing and groping with such intensity that it is almost as if she is taking her frustrations out on her own bound breasts.
Which could very well be the case.
Vera does have a lot of frustrations.
“MnnhHHH~!” The Countess’ moans had waned for just a moment, but the constant pounding of this guest quickly begins to drag her back towards the precipice of pleasure.
The albino’s body burns with lust. With arousal and need.
While she is outraged over the liberties that this lizard is taking... Vera must admit that she cannot quite compare to Krvavy. That is not to say she is inadequate, even though she may be starting to feel that way, but that the Drakling is quite clearly capable of satisfying her Lady in ways which Vera is not.
Physical ways, of course. Vera is far more intimate with the Countess than these guests could ever wish to be. But knowledge of the best and most effective ways to please her Lady, in and out of bed, can only go so far.
She does not have a long and twisting tendril of a tongue.
If she did... Her Lady would have no need for other women. Vera alone would be enough. Yes~... Her service would be heightened to the point where none could compare~...! A single hour spent beneath Rina’s desk would be worth so much more than an entire night like this~! The combination of that tongue and her skills would be so wonderful that the Countess would never stoop so low as to request the service of anyone but her faithful maid~! Vera’s lips would never be bereft of her Lady’s delectable taste~!
Her pale pink eyes shine with equal parts envy and lust as she watches the Drakling’s tongue loll into the air. As she watches it lazily lick at her Lady’s sensitive Elvish ear.
Yes, Vera would put such a tongue to better use~. Much, much better use~.
But that is not the only thing which the Drakling has and she does not...
The albino’s lips purse together as she is given that stark reminder in the form of a moan. “Ngh~!” One not from the perfection that is her Lady.
This lizard’s unsteady pace, thrusts changing between faster and slower seemingly at random, grows even more unpredictable. Those strong scaled fingers dig into the Countess’ perfect pink skin with such force that the colour around them seems to be leeched away.
“HHHNN~!” Rina grasps at the silken sheets of her opulent bed. The Drakling’s mouth pulls away from her pointed ear, dropping down to the side of her neck. “NHHHGHNNNNN~!” The Countess’ entire being goes tense, that choked groan of pure and unrestrained ecstasy struggling to make it past her gorgeous lips.
That sight and sound alone brings more pleasure to Vera than anything her own selfish hands could inflict. The indignation that she feels on behalf of her Lady is forgotten, if only for the briefest of moments, as she watches on in reluctant awe. Each quivering shudder and blissful twitch that passes through the Countess’ beautiful body is more eye-catching than any piece of art, more enchanting than any show that would play on a stage, more captivating than any words written on a page.
It is almost as if the albino herself can feel each and every sensation that her Lady does. That is how strong their bond is. And it feels wonderful~! At least until her pale pink eyes drop down just a little too much.
Disgust fills Vera’s face as she finds herself watching that repulsive rod, with its unpleasant girth and inhuman ridges. The oversized shaft pulses and throbs. Those large and bestial testicles, which have thus far been doing nothing but repeatedly slapping against that bitch of a guest who is better left forgotten, pull up against the Drakling’s body.
A wet, squelching sound fills the air. The many moans are not quite enough to drown that out.
The lizard continues to thrust all throughout its own orgasm, though it seems to have the decency to at least slow down a little.
Vera’s gloved fingers tighten their grip on both her featherduster and her breast as she watches that mess in the making. She shudders at the thought of this animal’s seed touching her Lady’s flawless skin. She shudders even more as she sees that thick and viscous liquid ooze out from between the trim bellies of her Lady and that irritating Wood Elf. At least there remains some level of justice in the world, as that guest is left to wallow in the wet filth pooling around her, down there on the bottom where she belongs...
The albino maid’s eyes narrow as each spurt seems to be followed by another, and another, and another still. Finally, after far, far too long, the intermittent stream of gooey seed comes to an end. And with it, the Drakling’s wild thrusts.
A flash of superiority fills the masturbating maid. Not simply of herself, but of her sex as a whole. A woman’s orgasm is a graceful and beautiful thing. Yes, there can still be squirting juices and messes to be cleaned up, but those lovely liquids are far better than the sludgy muck that men – and whatever this lizard is – produce! How could anyone –!
“Mnnh~!”
A so thoroughly satisfied moan tears that train of thought away from the maid, forcing her mind to catch up to what her pale, pink eyes see.
“Mmmnh~!”
Lady Alexandrina Yuliya Marzannavich, the Countess of Raseyne, is shakily scooping up that... mess... and bringing it to her lips. And she is, undeniably, enjoying each taste she takes.
That...!
That...
That...?
Vera’s mind goes blank as she stares at that scene in shock.
If... if the Countess is willingly... consuming... this Drakling’s seed then... then it must not be as vile as Vera had assumed it to be. Does it actually... taste good...? It must, for Lady Alexandrina would never debase herself like this if it were not the most delicious of treats...! But...?
Oh!
Of course! The answer is obvious: magic! Just as Rina’s power and prowess has the side effect of making her love juices all the more delicious, so too must that be the case for this Drakling!
“W-wait~...!” The Countess’ beautifully breathy voice turns that single word into a gentle gasp, that order heeded part way through her back half being lifted up and into the air. Her delicate hand briefly waves in an almost aimless motion, sending a shimmer of cleansing light passing over the naked bodies of herself and these two guests, cleaning away the filth spilled beneath her. Suppose that saves Vera some work in the morning... “There, go on now~...! Do as you... intended~...!”
“Mnnhh~!” A muffled moan is drawn from the gagged lips of that irritating Wood Elf as Rina’s body is dropped back on top of her. Though this time the superior half-Elf is facing upwards, with her shoulders resting on that uncouth tomboy’s attractively toned belly.
Vera can’t help but feel a little appreciative of how dismissively this Drakling is treating that Elf. Rina, of course, should take precedence. The Countess should be the center of attention, the focus of any and all affections.
Perhaps there is hope for this guest after all...
“Oh~? Is this what you did next~?” The Countess’ elegant voice, while slightly tired after her long day, is still brimming with excitement. And with need. She gently bites her bottom lip, amethyst eyes filled with desire, glimmering with a lustful light. As always, she looks absolutely stunning. The dishevelled state of her raven-black locks cannot take away her beauty. Nothing ever could.
“No~,” the barbarian grunts back as she lifts the Countess’ legs up, squishing those wonderful thighs together. “This was just before~. I... think. The order is...” That wild warrior simply trails off with an uncaring shrug, clearly preferring to focus on the fact that she has the most beautiful and most gorgeous and absolutely most perfect woman in the world right in front of her.
“Mmmnnnhh~!” The muzzled Elf sounds a little frustrated as she dares to lay her hands on the Countess’ breasts.
“Now, now~!” Rina condescendingly pats one of those intruding hands. “You are not being entirely neglected~! My back will rub against you with each thrust your lover makes~!”
“Nhhh~!”
Vera’s gloved hand darts up from her breast to clamp down over her mouth. The very core of her being pulses in fear, shock, and embarrassment as she stares wide-eyed through the slit in the curtains. Luckily, it seems like that involuntary noise of hers went unheard.
“Now be a good cushion and stay still~!”
“nhhhh~!”
Panic and pleasure swirl through the albino maid’s body. She can’t keep her hips from bucking forwards, from grinding her needy clit into the handle of her featherduster. Her already quite damp panties grow even more sodden and soaked as her Lady’s beautifully authoritative voice caresses her ears.
Once again, she wishes nothing more than to be in there with her Lady. She wishes nothing more than to take the place of that ungrateful Elf. Her softer body, sculpted to her Lady’s preferences, would be a much better pillow~!
“And you, Krvavy, what are you waiting for~?” The force of Rina’s personality shines like a beacon, enthralling even the mighty Drakling looming above her. Her stocking covered toes wiggle as her feet find a place to rest together atop that barbarian’s left shoulder. “Go on~. Make a mess of me once more~!”
“nnhh~...! nnh~...!”
Vera scrambles backwards, toppling over and falling onto the padded carpet with the softest of thuds.
Quivering bliss rolls through the maid’s pale body. Her stiffened nipples press against the firm cups of her brassiere, rubbing against the hidden lingerie with each little movement that she makes. Her legs crumple and shake near uncontrollably, heels pressing into the carpet as her hips desperately buck and gyrate like those of a wanton whore. She struggles to keep her moans quiet, to keep her Lady and those two guests from learning of her espionage.
The very last thing that her pale pink eyes saw before pulling away from those slightly parted curtains echoes through her mind. She sees the Drakling’s giant – grotesque – cockhead. She sees that throbbing thing press forwards into her Lady’s plush thighs. She sees it disappear into the valley of supple pink skin, as if the Drakling was actually penetrating the Countess.
Why...? Why... why is that sight... that fresh memory... so... so irresistible?!
Shame, guilt, and humiliation... Those emotions, more than any other, fill the maid as she lays there twitching on her Lady’s carpet. The sounds of her Lady’s lewd moans wash over Vera like a siren song, calling for her, luring her in...
But she... she has disgraced her uniform enough this eve... No matter how tempting it may be to look upon her Lady once more... Vera must abscond. And with haste. The longer she stays...
The maid struggles to remain utterly silent as she rises to her feet. Her legs are weak and wobbly. Her gloved fingers clench tightly onto the handle of her featherduster, taking solace in its reassuring presence.
“Mmnnh~! Yessh~!”
Vera’s pale white cheeks burn brighter than the reddest of wines. Her shoulder presses against the wall as she takes a moment to clumsily place her glasses back onto her face.
Mustering the last of her strength and will, the albino maid grabs onto the handle. With one last longing glance, she exits the Countess’ chambers.
The door silently clicks shut behind her.