Poor excuse of a writer

Still, he tried to avoid the growing problem, going forward as if the darkest thoughts didn’t pester his already busy mind. Yet that proved to be a not so easy task. The warm beams of the sunlight grew weak and scarce between the net of branches that formed a dome of tree crowns, underneath which the air was moist and thick. Cool, occasional breeze slithered in-between the dense vegetation, chilling anything that stood in its way; the golden curtain of his hair swayed under the impact of the gentle wind, revealing his -distressed, yet flawless- features. His brows furrowed together, the baby blue of his eyes was overtaken by numerous, darker shades of azure, shadows outlined the sharp line of his jaw line, underneath which his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down his neck, the material of his leather fingerless gloves was tightened to the brim under the impact of his firm grip on his gun that was raised in the air. Suddenly he stopped in his tracks as he raised his free hand, (Y/N) stood still behind him.

Inexplicable premonition had taken a firm hold on his heart, a hold that was tightening with the prolonged passing of time; unbearable silence had fallen upon the two agents as they wandered deeper into the maze that was the desolate outskirts of the village in search for the president’s missing daughter. A troubled look was affixed on Leon’s face as he found himself glancing every so often at his partner. His icy irises were tempted to bore into her, in attempt to decipher her and the mystery surrounding her abrupt disappearance; though his doubts stayed unsaid for he wasn’t sure if she would be honest, nor was he sure that he could handle the truth, for he felt deep within that something was horribly wrong with her.

“Cover me.” His voice was low- barely above a whisper and leery; much like he had grown accustomed to, he turned to face his partner but he froze as he caught a glimpse of her form with the corner of his eye. He brushed off the chills that ran down his spine as he went forward with his gun aimed in the air ready to take down any threats he may face. The hairs on his neck were prickling against the thin fabric of his tactic shirt, his skin tingled as an unpleasant sensation washed over his form; he was sensing danger- one he couldn’t see but feel. Abrupt sound of a gunshot rumbled behind him, causing him to face the direction of the unexpected sound. His heart sank to his feet, a cold rush of blood ran through his veins; immediately, concern weaved in the blues of his eyes at the sight of her gun, laying forgotten on the ground with its owner nowhere to be seen. For a few short moments he stood frozen in place with only his gaze searching for his missing partner though to no avail- she had vanished. Franticly, he looked around his desolate surroundings and called out her name as sudden guilt pierced his heart- one that was a manifestation of the deepest corners of his mind.

Shallow breaths got stuck in his throat; painful, burning sensation had nestled in his air ways, causing him sharp pain with each breath he took and the familiar ache in the left side of his chest only amplified his discomfort. Tears formed in the corners of his eyes, which in return made his vision blurry; much to his dismay a thick sheet of fog rolled out on the ground, making it even harder for him to coordinate his surroundings. So, he wandered lost; his remaining hope shrunk with each passing second. Soon the cool breeze grew into a chilly wind that pinched the exposed skin of his face; he clung to the warmth of the jacket, whilst his grip on his gun was tighter than ever. Fallen leaves danced in the air, guided by the flow of the wind; branches hit against one another, composing an eerie melody that had him on edge. His gaze continuously scanned his surroundings as he made his way through the forest; the scenery was unvaried, the slender, lean forms of the trees looked like dark silhouettes that were generously peppered across the canvas that was Leon’s field of vision. His eyelids fluttered as he was struggling to make his way through the dense vegetation in front of him; going forward he didn’t indulge into deeply observing the shapes of the trees that his nervous mind made out to be eerier that reality, yet a single one in front of him seemed to be out of place. He froze in place, his eyes squinted as he tried to get a clearer look whilst keeping his distance.

It was abnormally short for a tree, yet its shape wasn’t one of any bushes he had seen; confused but cautious all the same, he pointed his gun at the object as he took a hesitant step forward. The longer he stared at the strange object the clearer its silhouette became; it had become the subject of his focus so much so he was almost able to spot the thing twitch. His mouth fell agape, his breath hitched, his index finger rested on the trigger; for a split second he blinked and it was gone. Cold sweat broke out on his skin; he blinked once more all the while his thumb and index finger squeezed at his nose bridge. Was his mind playing tricks on him?

Sharp pain pierced his lungs, interrupting his train of thought as his stomach twisted and spasmed; his palm took a hold the left side of his chest, feeling his heart beating at an abnormal rate. Akin to black cloths, darkness embraced his vision; excruciating pain nestled in his airways, causing him to cough uncontrollably, in attempt to clear out whatever it was that disturbed his breathing though to no avail. Warmth prickled his chin; his fingers reached for his face, wiping at it before pulling them away. Shakily, his irises trembled as they analyzed the crimson liquid on his hand- blood, his blood.

An incredibly strong migraine forced him to jolt awake; raven tree crowns veiled the starry sky, their branches stood still and stiff, naked of their flush beauty that were the once the minty leaves, now covering the cold dirt. Another, stronger wave of pain pierced his skull as tried to sit up; he winced as his head fell back on the hard ground.

“Take it easy.” A calm voice lingered in his ear, faint akin to a whisper. His eyes darted from one side to the other, though all he could see was a gloomy landscape of trees. His breath hitched at the unbearable cramps that clung to his muscles with each slight movement he made; a scarlet sheet fell upon his vision, blurring the grim scenery of lifeless vegetation. Hot tears prickled at the corners of his eyes; his mouth fell open, allowing for a helpless scream to rip from his burdened lungs.

“Didn’t I tell you something? Oh, when are you going to learn to listen?” The sound was clearer now. “I really don’t like seeing you in pain.” Bumps formed on his fair skin as he felt warmth enveloping his ear; his entire form shivered at the sensation of a gentle touch so chilling, yet so unnervingly comforting.

“It will all fade away soon.” The calm voice soothed him; he felt his muscles relax and contract back; the agony evaporated as if it never had been there in the first place. Relief clouded his mind; his eyes fell shut, his mouth agape as he took a deep breath in. Slowly, he moved his fingers, digging them into the cold soil; carefully, he sat up, finally being able to take a better look at his surroundings. He scoffed at the sight of the forest scenery- not much different from earlier, yet not the same place as the one he last remembered seeing.

“What the hell happened?” He cursed under his breath, his brows knitting together in a displeased grimace.

“Oh Leon, are you sure you want to know?” His eyes shot in the direction of the voice only to be met with a figure that further deepened the frown on his face; his hand reached for his gun, pointing it at it. The barrel of his SG-09 R swayed in sync with the odd silhouette that circled around him, barely visible in the sombre terrain. Despite not being able to fully make out the shape he was seeing, Leon’s gaze was glued to the humanoid, not allowing himself to lose track of it. The golden brown blanket of leafs crunched beneath its feet with each step it took, causing his ears to twitch at the soft sound. Akin to a dense cloud of raven fog, the figure lurked past the trees with its flowing movement being the one of the not so many characteristics that made it stand out from the eerie scenery.

Abruptly, it stopped in its tracks as so did the eerie melody of white noise that was composed by its very presence; Leon’s breathing paused as he watched it come forward, past the barrier of thick bushes. Scarce moonlight fell on the humanoid’s face, caressing its features with a gentle shimmer; its smile- unsettling, yet inviting- appeared bright alike the brightness of a lighthouse amidst a destructive storm. His Addams apple bobbed up and down, his finger quivered above the trigger; the azure of his irises had shrunk to thin rings that surrounded black holes of pupils, glued to the figure that now was even closer than the moment before.

“What happened, dear? Did you bite your tongue?” It appeared like a woman that gazed at him; her irises shone under the faint glow of the moon, unraveling the dense, vibrant nets of capillaries that covered the snow white of her sclera. Crimson corrupted the friendly, fervent, familiar (E/C) of her irises. His entire form shivered, cold sweat prickled at his skin; Leon couldn’t help but stare in terror at the face right in front of his.

“(Y/N)?” His voice unintentionally trembled as he called out her name, which in return only made her smile wider. Now she fell silent and instead she looked into his eyes; seemingly lost in them, she gazed into the raven pits surrounded by blue ribbons. Her lashes batted slowly, the wide smile on her face didn’t face even for a second; her finger reached to his cheek, her touch light as a feather caressed the cool skin of his cheekbone. Leon’s eyes fluttered closed for a split second, his breathing grew unsteady, still he held the weapon pointed at her.

“You aren’t my partner, are you?” The grin on her face froze, she pressed her head against the barrel of the gun.

“And how does that matter?” She gazed at him in an apologetic, almost childish, manner.

“You know I have to take you out.” Leon’s voice was low, yet shaky; she tilted her head sideways, a flicker of disappointment shone in the crimson of her eyes.

“But I don’t think you can.” His gaze fell to the ground as so did she; on her knees, she looked up to her former colleague. Amber flames danced across the bloody sea of her irises, glistening accretions of golden and scarlet hues overflowed with each other, waltzing around the gaping black holes that were here impossibly dilated pupils; her bottom lip was caught between her teeth in a failed attempt to bite back the pleased grin that curled the corners of her lips. Leon’s jaw clenched; the warm peach of his skin faded into a snowy white around his knuckles. The thick curtains of her lashes batted slowly, breaking the eye contact, that had grown into a silent staring contest; his icy blues appeared darker beneath the shadows casted by his furrowed brows. The dim moonshine kissed his features, putting on display all the emotions he struggled to bottle; akin to the remains of a sunken ship, the deep distress surfaced on his face, seeping out the crevasses on his forehead that appeared much deeper than they were in reality.

Curiously, she studied the canvas that was his face; every slight twitch of his mouth, the burning glimmer of confusion, mixed with regret and turmoil set the icy azure ablaze. Soft cloud of hot air seeped past her parted lips as (Y/N) couldn’t help but let out a long sigh, witnessing the inner battle that took place in Leon’s heart. Yet it didn’t take her heightened senses to know what pestered him, for she had discovered bits of the darkest places of his mind; before she sympathized with his fears, she even saw herself in his pain, but now all she could feel was frustration and irritation by his persistence to push forward rather than surrender, to let go for once. All of the grief was irrelevant, meaningless to the freedom she had acquired now that she had made the simple decision to let go and she was certain she could convince him or at least she would die trying.

The cool zephyr tingled her tongue as it darted across her bottom lip, coating it with saliva which in result brought a soft glow to her plush skin; above her, Leon watched her every move, not even daring to blink. His eyes were boring into hers, noting a flicker of mischief tingling along the strings of red; he readjusted his hold on the gun as she rested her palm atop of his, gently caressing his knuckles. His muscles stiffened, cold sweat prickled across his skin; he watched how she lowered the gun, slowly outlining her features with the SG-09 R. His jaw fell in a silent awe as he witnessed her own mouth gaping before she took the barrel of the gun in; she lowered her head taking it as deeper as she could and then released the weapon with her lustful gaze still locked on his. A wave of emotion erupted within him, his heart raced, his upper lip twitched, his legs trembled ever so slightly; his brows were knit together in a confused, yet anxious frown. His head felt light, his brain ceased to function as if all of his instincts were manually switched off, except for a raw, primal desire that he himself had never experienced to such extend.

A set of lascivious blue disks quivered as they closely watched (Y/N)’s tongue dragging along the shaft of the gun from the very bottom- almost grazing his finger- all the way to the barrel with the tip of her tongue circling around the opening. A shaky breath rolled past his parted lips; his bottom lip fell victim to the clasp of his teeth, sucking it in and mercilessly biting at enough to send an electric wave across his nervous system. Tension has woven in his stomach, twisting in an uncomfortable coil that expanded all the way to his pelvis, where the tension seemed only to intensify. He had fallen in a situation he could never even imagine ending up in; he blinked numerous times, yet every time he peeled his eyes open he was met with the same exquisite sight that was equally alarming as it was appealing.

Shiny pearls formed in the corners of her eyes as she gagged on the shaft with each relentless bob of her head; she was going at a remarkable pace, making the whole situation appear even more surreal than it already was. Still, Leon was keen on finding out where this whole ordeal was headed to and so he watched; his other hand was balled in a tight fist, his heels were pressing into the dirt in a failed attempt to ground himself. Even the cold night’s air wasn’t enough to cool down the fire that was set ablaze within him; as if a threshold had been unlocked, a new sensation had taken over him, overwhelming any other sense he was familiar with. It was a desire so strong he could not compare it to anything he had experienced, not that his brain was competent in that particular moment to function at that very moment. Especially not when the familiar (E/C) eyes, now overtaken by unknown evil, were sunken in his own; a friendly face he had grown found of was warped into something wicked. As if the person before his very eyes was a hallucination, a manifestation of both his deepest fears and covets.

Hesitantly, his fingers raked through her (H/C) locks, taking a hold of the back of her head as he gently encouraged her to continue; the smile that couldn’t be expressed on her face manifested itself as a crimson flicker of excitement and joy in her starry eyes. Leon felt his eyelids grow heavy and his heartrate pick up; his head rolled back as he let himself be consumed by the newfound sensation- so fearsomely intense as it was addictive. He sensed the blood pumping to his ears into a soft, yet consistent pulse that matched the lewd sounds of her wet mouth taking his gun. A groan was forcefully ripped out of him at the sudden friction he felt in his pelvis; a warm palm cupped his aching erection, forcing anchoring his attention to her. Nets of deep scarlet spread across her face and down her neck, the crimson lines- akin to raven rivers- ran down all the way to her arms and fingers, where her digits were curling around the hem of his slacks; her hot skin sent electric shocks down his spine as her fingers lightly caressed his hip. She pulled away from the gun, a popping sound echoed across the dead silent forest; a string of saliva connected her plump lips to the weapon.

Stern look was carved on Nines’ fair, sharp features- a look that wasn’t all too unusual for the unparalleled RK900 model, though there was something more to it. A flicker of frustration- desperation even- was woven in the disks of icy blues that circled around raven pits of blown pupils; slender fingers tapped on the smooth surface of the plain snowy desk in equal intervals, bright gold shone on his temple, taking the place of the usual cool azure. Faint noises drowned in his ears as he completely ignored everything that had nothing to do with the subject of his interest, his CPU was unusually empty- or rather free of any thoughts regarding his duty. Instead, what occupied his mind was (Y/N) and how she had him on edge repeatedly throughout the day. Her angelic smile had him awestruck with multiple system warnings popping up along with a warning, bright red that clouded his vision; the flicker of mischief in her eyes contrasted the joyful grin on her lips that skillfully hid her true nature behind an angelic façade. Flames danced across the gorgeous (E/C) hues of her irises that were nothing but mere ribbons surrounding a sea of impossibly deep raven waters that covered her deepest covets.

It was her melodic laughter, tingling his ears, that immediately anchored his attention to her; wandering irises studied her form for the nth time in the past hour, noting how her charming smile faded ever so slightly once her gaze met his. As if his steel blues struck her with their spellbinding coolness, she froze in place, yet, within, she was slowly melting away under the impact of a burning desire. Her breath got stuck in her trachea as a lump formed at the base of her throat, preventing her from putting her feelings into words and rather rely on her body language to silently let him know how he made her feel. The flames of lust were slowly eating away at her being completely taking over her rational consciousness until there was not a trace of her dignity nor any sense of control, but rather just pure, primal desire that was threatening to consume her whole. Though there was yet another, stronger force that prevented her inevitable collapse for a while longer; it was a tricky game with unpredictably dangerous flames that could burn her down if they so desired, still it was the risk that drove her courage further. As if she had been Icarus too lured in by his covet to realize the danger being that same desire. Although Nines was more than just the sun for (Y/N); he was a black hole in the middle of her Universe, drawing in every fraction of her attention and love, consuming any matter of her being and unraveling it until there was no trace of her left, he was a star bright enough to throw a light even in the darkest moments of the night with elegant, silver rays. He was the Universe, an endless sea and she was a sailor lost.

The buildup tension within her didn’t go unnoticed by Nines’ hawk eye that never left her form for the few moments she had been before his eyes. His steel blues followed her silhouette until it disappeared behind the tastelessly gray walls of the police department; standing up, he listened to her footsteps, immediately able to locate her direction. With no hesitation whatsoever, he disregarded the half done report that bored him throughout the entirety of the hideously prolonged noon. Swiftly, the heels of his shoes clicked atop the glassy marble flooring with each step he took; his eyes scanned his surroundings, in search of (Y/N). It wasn’t even a second later when his icy irises met her (E/C) ones that were partly hidden by a curtain of lashes that fluttered bashfully. Nines scoffed as he couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the poorly attempted look of innocence she was trying to embody. The pad of her thumb gently brushed the corner of her lip, catching a single droplet of the liquid contained in the mug held by her other hand; her eyes were set on him, continuously gazing at him as she brought her digit to her lips, where her tongue darted across her fingertip. As if a ribbon had been tied around his throat, Nines felt something preclude any words from forming in his vocal box not that there were many thought in his CPU to begin with, or at least not ones he would be comfortable with voicing at a public place.

Keeping his composure, the android stepped closer to his partner; his eyes noted the glistening streak of coffee that trailed beside her glossy bottom lip and down her chin. The synthetic muscles of his jaw flexed underneath his pale skin as he gritted his teeth; a wave of thirium rushed to his sides, causing heat to creep up his neck and ears. The corners of her mouth curled in a proud grin as she relished the sight of him trying to battle his needs, though she knew it was a lost battle before it had even begun.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you?” (Y/N) was first to speak up with a lighthearted smile on her face; she gazed at his seemingly expressionless form with naïve expectancy that was a part of her play she couldn’t wait to execute and the slight twitch of his lip only told her she was headed in the right direction. The android took another step, bringing his face closer to hers as his gaze bore into hers with unmatched intensity- the one of a man jealously watching over his treasure, in fear that if he were to look away it would disappear.

“I was left with the impression that you have anticipated my presence. Is that correct?” despite the slight rise of his eyebrow the certainty in his voice made the question seem more like a statement rather than a doubt.

“Maybe.” She tilted her head slightly, in a pitiful attempt to shorten the distance between them caused by his remarkable height; the intense, deep (E/C) of her irises shone with an unmistakable spark of lust and desire. “But I can’t stay here and look at your pretty face all day- even if I’d very much like to. Now if you don’t mind I gotta get back to work.” Her gaze bore into his with a hint of expectancy that didn’t align with the confidence of her words, yet whatever she was silently hoping for didn’t arrive and there was nothing else she could do but leave the break room. Doing just that she had to peel her eyes away from his gorgeous azure ones despite not wanting to do so; a sense of frustration clouded her mind as she forced herself to walk away.

A yelp rolled down her lips once her foot hit something causing her to lose balance; before she knew it a pair of strong hands held her forearms and a set of familiar eyes were staring back at her- the same ones she couldn’t brush off of her mind. She winced at the burning sensation that spread across her skin; her eyes darted to the source of the pain, noting how the snowy fabric of her dress shirt clung to her skin, losing its initial bright color and instead darken with brown hues that soaked into the fabric at a rapid rate. She cursed through gritted teeth at the sight of her mug broken into pieces on the ground, surrounded by a pool of hot coffee she was looking forward to relishing, though she wasn’t the only one who was affected by her unexpected clumsiness. Brown stained the snowy white of his coat; dark spots peppered his dress shirt and pants, indicating where the drink had soaked into his clothes. Numerous words of apologies rolled down her lips as she rushed for tissues, despite knowing they would do little to help the situation. All the while she was frantically trying to erase the consequences of that little accident, Nines was just silently watching, studying the sudden shift in her behavior caused by such minor inconvenience. The quiet curses under breath along with the words of apology were cut off as abruptly as they occurred once she felt the strong grip of his hand wrapped around her wrist, stopping her from hopelessly wiping at the stain. Her eyes met his; his unbiased irises appeared to contain a soft twinge of warmth to them.

“Relax.” As if he casted a spell upon her, she felt immediate relief in her nerves and muscles at the sound of that one word rolling down his lips so softly, almost sensually.

“Now I have to get you a new coat.” (Y/N) tried to laugh off the bitter sensation of humiliation and guilt that settled in her heart, causing it to clench uncomfortably- though that sensation was short-lived. He caught her chin between his thumb and index finger, anchoring her attention away from the shattered porcelain and back to him.

“That wouldn’t be necessary.” His voice was low, yet soothing and so were his eyes; the steel blue swirled into a deeper azure that flowed around deep, dark pits of dilated pupils. “Water and soap will be more than enough to wash off the stain.”

A spark of hope glimmered in her eyes as an idea emerged in her mind, an idea that brought the two of them before the department’s toilets. In unison the two eyed the perimeter of the busy department, making sure no curious eyes were laid on them as they entered; a clicking sound echoed behind her as Nines closed the door after himself and locked it.

“Take off your coat.” Amber shone on his temple, his eyes widened ever so slightly; awkwardness settled in the air for the few moments it took Nines to undress. Silence filled the room except for the soft ruffling of his clothes along with the barely audible sighs that rolled down her lips; her eyes closely watched how the white fabric flowed down his shoulders and arms and instead revealing the raven, silky fabric that hugged his chiseled form. Dryness burned her throat, for her mouth was gaping at the sight that unfolded right before her eyes; heat traveled across her body, setting fire to her core until it spread to her face and back all the way down to her depths that burned with undeniable need. Her thigs were clasped in an x shape, her bottom lip was caught between her teeth as she noted how the spots of wet fabric clung to the skin of his stomach, granting her a teasing glimpse of his perfectly toned body. Too lost in her fantasies, she almost didn’t notice how his gaze searched hers as he handed her his coat.

“Here.” The word came out as a whisper, barely audible yet loud enough for him to hear; her hand reached out for the cloth, her fingers brushed against his for a split second, causing goosebumps to form on her skin. The sound of the water pouring atop the silky fabric was a comforting contrast to the previous silence; her burning skin welcomed the coolness of the water that aided in extinguishing the flames, dancing on her hands though the water was helpless in the face of the raging fire that was set ablaze in her heart, fueled by the very android standing beside her. With the corner of her eye she noted his slender form standing still within an arm’s reach; heat crept at her sides as numerous thoughts- caused by his mere presence- emerged in her mind. Beside her, the android was putting all of his attention in reading her discrepant expressions; how the corner of her mouth quivered or how her eyes glimmered behind the curtain of lashes that fluttered in a bashful manner. Even if he could analyze her body language he couldn’t quite grasp what precisely occurred in her mind- though it was exactly that lack of information that made him eager to find out.

“May I assist you?” He brought her out of the trance state she had found herself into, except he was the sole reason for her to fall deep into the world of her wildest fantasies and facing him only gave her the hopeful sense she was getting closer to seeing her dreams turning into reality.

“There’s no need to. I washed it out, though I’m not sure about your shirt.” Her gaze slid down his toned form hugged by the damp raven fabric; his icy gaze followed the direction of her (E/C) one.

“I’m positive it will be okay.” He reassured, his eyes searched hers; there was a glimmer to his features, a flicker hidden within the unfazed, cold azure of his irises, it was warmth or rather a blue flame so unexpected she was barely able to catch it as if it was meant to disappear when spotted. For a split second she noted how the synthetic bone of his jaw flexed; his fingers reached for his collar, where in swift motions he began undoing his dress shirt. Her breath hitched, blood rushed to her cheeks as her eyes took in the sight in front of her; shamelessly, her (E/C) irises trailed the unfolding beauty that was his toned torso, unable to peel her gaze away even if the little left sense of remorse left within her was protesting. The soft ruffling of fabric was barely audible to her ears, for the loud thumping of her racing heart echoed in her head; the unbearable heat in her body only elevated as with each passing second more of him was revealed to her. His pale skin shone under the equally bright light of the lamps above them; the raven fabric that contrasted his snowy skin fell of his shoulders and into his arm, where slender digits held it gently. The clicks of his heels echoed twice as he shortened the already small distance between them; he leaned forward, his hand reached for the sink. His face was a mere inch away from hers, his icy irises bored into her (E/C) ones.

“Should I?” His lips almost brushed against hers as he spoke, his cold breath pinched her cheeks; her heart skipped a beat as she felt herself drowning in the icy ocean of his eyes that weren’t moving away from her own as if their gazes were caught in the field of a magnetic force so powerful that had them staring at each other for what seemed like eternity. These few moments they let themselves fall out of reality opposed a danger the two of them were well aware of, yet neither of them was driven to prevent was an inevitable collapse of all restrains and morals; abrupt wave of electrifying excitement ran through (Y/N)’s bloodstream as her lips pressed against his as if on their own. Akin to stone cold snakes, his digits slithered in her hair, taking a hold of her (H/C) strands; she was trapped in his intoxicating embrace and she was enjoying every moment of it.

Stifled moans and ruffling of clothes echoed off the walls as the two detectives had fallen captives to the alluring energy of one another that made up for a deadly mixture of long repressed desires; the both of them melted under the touch of the other as they morphed into one whole. It wasn’t long before (Y/N) was out of breath, for Nines’ persistent tongue blocked her airways, depriving her of the much needed oxygen; it was exactly that lack of oxygen that had her on cloud nine, her vison blurred as a euphoric sensation had taken over her every sense, leaving her in a drunken state. A loud gasp escaped her throat once he pulled away, a glistening string of her saliva connected their parted lips; his thumb brushed across her bottom lip, spreading the clear, glossy liquid across her mouth. Her hot breath hit the sensors of the tip of his finger, though that sensation couldn’t even compare to the one of her tongue darting across the sensitive receptors that happened to be especially sensitive on the tips of his digits. Her curious gaze noted the change in his stoic features; gradually the cold façade was falling away, leaving behind a raw- vulnerable even- manifestation of his deepest covets finally coming to the surface. And she was enjoying everything about it, so much so she wanted to see him unravel until there is nothing left of his composure but only primal drive. So she latched onto his neck, peppering his porcelain smooth skin with countless loving kisses; she trailed her tongue across his sharp jaw line all the way down to his collar bones. A shaky whimper rolled off his lips at the inexplicable feeling, it was so foreign but welcomed by his body; it overrode his CPU with numerous cautionary notifications, yet he didn’t pay them much attention, for his focus was placed on her slowly making her way to his waistline.

“May I?” Her fingers rested on his hips, dangerously close to where a growing desire was barely contained by his raven slacks; her eyes gazed at his in expectancy with an innocence that was far from aligning with her true intentions. He could only nod as he was too entranced by her, bewitched by her touch and magnetic eyes he could easily lose himself in; gladly, she unbuckled his belt and tugged at the seam of his slacks, pulling all the way to his ankles along with his boxers. She awed at the sight before her very eyes; as if she were in one of her many sinful dreams, she reached for his dick, yet this time It felt bizarrely real. She wrapped her hand around the shaft, barely able to do so completely; she stroked him as she made sure to put extra attention to the tip that wash flush in a faint blue color. Her eyes glimmered with excitement as if she were looking at something she had longed for a whole eternity and in a sense that were true, for she had wished upon this very moment for a long time to a point where it felt surreal now that it was in fact happening.

Bright, pale amber color had taken over the soft, translucent blue of his LED; his mouth was agape, making it harder for him to withstand the urge to let out sounds he had never produced before. The sensation of her hot mouth on him was overwhelming and foreign; throughout his rather short existence he had always had that equipment, yet he never found a purpose for it nor was he looking forward to putting it to use. Not to say he wasn’t aware of its primal value even the opposite, though he never deemed it necessary to use it, it had become a spare part the presence of which he had grown used to. Or at least that was up until this very moment, a moment of truth Nines had been blind to for far too long. He fought the urge to groan as he took the sight of her taking him in, her nails dug into the synthetic skin of his hips, her eyes glistening with pearls of crystal clear droplets that formed in the corners of her half lidded eyes, her plump lips stretching around the girth of him; he rolled his head back, unable to look at her for even a second more, for he feared he would fall apart if he didn’t. Though little did he know that was inevitable as (Y/N) only sped up her pace, causing him to finally surrender and let out an audible moan; she hummed, proud of her accomplishment, the vibration of her throat enveloped his dick only enhancing the divine effect of her tongue on him. A state of divine bliss rushed over him, tingling all of his sensors with delight he had never experienced; momentarily, his CPU crashed, relieving him from the burden of thinking and instead letting him surrender to feeling present in the moment, filled with euphoria.

From below, (Y/N) watched him come down from his high as she pulled away, swallowing his load; she patiently pumped him in slow motions, caressing the still leaking tip each time her hand reach the top and trailed the defined line of his synthetic vein as she went all the way down to the base of his shaft. A smile curled the corners of her lips at the sight of him, lost in the ecstasy of it all; his hair was slightly ruffled, his lips were parted. As if he didn’t take her breath away by just looking at her, now he appeared even more breathtaking in such lewd light; he was surely going to be the end of her, and she had gladly accepted such fate.

“Enjoyed that handsome?” She smirked at him as she stood up, her hands reached for his tie, fixing it as her gaze never moved away from his own.

“What about your shirt?” Nines avoided the question and rather answered with another one all the while looking at her as she headed for the door; he stood in place- as if frozen- and watched her wink at him before heading out.

“Don’t worry about me.”

The hot, humid Texan zephyr gently swayed the thirsty lawns back and forth in a motion as delicate as a ripple upon an emerald sea of grass; the last bright sunrays died behind the horizon as the silhouettes of homely houses casted shadows upon the raven concrete that still radiated heat after a long day of direct exposure to the merciless august sun. Pastel pink and orange hues painted the setting sky with a touch of warmth that was still ever so present in the hot atmosphere; an exhale lazily rolled down (Y/N)’s lips, her hand wiped at her forehead, collecting the tiny beads of sweat that formed along her hairline. Despite the rather hot weather, she kept up the quick pace of her walking, for the excitement within her prevailed over the vanity of wanting to look her best at all times. A smile curled the corners of her lips just at the thought of the arrangement she recently made with the man that was the highlight of her college years- Joel Miller.

Whether it was a happy coincidence or destined meeting; she had stumbled upon him not so long after moving into her new house, which happened to be just a block away from his own. What started out just as a chat at the store soon turned into a prolonged conversation that lasted the entire way to his home, though the conversation itself was far from its end. Having agreed upon catching up, the two settled for a drink at Joel’s, which conveniently enough fell on the date his daughter had planned a sleepover at a friend of hers. The external heat gradually fell in conjunction with the warmth that spread across her cheeks as she was faced with the front door of his house; her heartbeat accelerated almost matching the unintentionally rhythmic knock on the wood. Ineffable nervousness had taken over her as if she was a teenage self again; maybe it was because she was anticipating the appearance of the same guy from these same teen years that had her swoon over his mere presence and perhaps even after these years there was still a twinge of that infatuation that kept an undying spark within her ablaze. The rather embarrassing moments of her tiny crush on Joel emerged in her mind in the few seconds it took him to open the door, and there he was in all of his charming glory- it would be a lie to say that tiny spark in her heart didn’t immediately set a fire of repressed desires.

“Come in.” The corner of his lips curled into a shy but friendly smile; the earthy smell of palo santo hit her nose with a delight that drew her in with the blinding promise of manifesting her covets. The plain, dark gray t-shirt dripped down his body, hugging just the right places, highlighting the defined lines of his toned form; suddenly the air seemed to thicken and grow even warmer as she passed him in the tiny hallway, her chest sliding past his toned one within mere millimeters. Her breath rose to her throat only to stop for the single moment that the wave of warmth- radiating off of his body- kissed the bare skin of her arms; charged particles danced in the air until they eventually crashed into the tight canyon of chest that contained hammering hearts. Suddenly, a soft exhale escaped her lungs in an audible puff of air she didn’t realize she was holding up until the moment she stepped into the living room.

“Are you hungry? I can order some pizza?” (Y/N) shot him a smile of reassurance as she sat on the couch.

“I’m good thanks.” He returned the smile, bashful yet content.

“I got a bottle of Jack; I figured I can fix us some drinks.” The bright smile on her face only widened at his suggestion; noting the enthusiastic nod of her head along with the exclamation of approval, Joel made his way to the kitchen and got the bottle of whiskey from the top shelf as well as two short crystal-clear glasses. Loud gurgles resonated from the narrow opening of the bottle as the woody colored liquid poured in the glasses; clicking of ice cubes soon joined the melodic chain of sounds, anchoring (Y/N)’s attention to Joel, carrying the drinks and placing them on the coffee table. She took one of the glasses as so did Joel; the glass clinked in a nonverbal toast for their reunion. Burning sensation tingled her taste buds, the intense fruity scent filled her nose drills; her hand twirled the drink, causing the ice cubes to crash into one another in a drowned clack. Amber hues shone through the brown liquid under the soft light of the lamp sat just next to the couch; her (E/C) irises mindlessly observed the dance of the golden streaks mixing with the earthy brown sea of alcohol. Her lip sank between her teeth, suctioned in her mouth as she tasted the traces of the fiery droplets on the plush skin.

“You do have a taste for drinks I’ll give you that.” (Y/N) acknowledged, her eyebrow was slightly raised in awe.

“Alcohol isn’t the only thing I have a good taste for.” His hazel irises shifted to her (E/C) ones; she burst in uncontrollable laughter at his playful behavior. Heat crept on her sides, for the booze had entered her bloodstream, warming her up once more, yet this time the fire was coming from within her rather than an outside source; her laughter echoed in the room, numbing the thoughts caused by Joel’s suggestive joke. Heat pooled in her pelvis as she couldn’t help but wonder was there some other meaning behind his words. In the form of a makeshift fan, her hand swayed back and forth before her face in a failed attempt to cool off her burning face; the alcohol was getting to her- or so she thought.

Eventually, her giggling calmed and she let out a deep exhale that unintentionally anchored his attention to her; his curious hazel irises observed the never fading smile on her lips and trailed upwards, noting how her nose drills flared out as she inhaled all the while her lips parted, allowing for more air to fill her lungs. Her eyes sparkled underneath the sheer layer of crystal-clear tears that collected at the corners amongst lush eyelashes; two deep raven pits sat central of her (E/C) irises that were now nothing but two symmetrically thin rings.

“Hey (Y/N), you alright?“ He leaned in, bringing his face just mere inches away from hers only enhancing the heat that quickly spread through her body akin to an uncontrollable fire that set ablaze every fiber in her body. Blood rushed to her cheeks, her fingers dug into the soft cushion of the couch; her gaze locked with his, causing her breath to drown in her throat.

“Yeah, just a bit hot is all.” She managed to spur out, pressing her back against the cushions that warmed her up as soon as she leaned into them only making matters worse, though it was the warmth emitted by his body that had tiny beads of sweat to break on her skin.

“Can I help?” Ever the caring gentleman he was, he questioned with his brow quirked up, unintentionally deepening the creases of his forehead; his arm rested near her thigh, dangerously close to the twitching excitement coiling within her depths. Her gaze shifted away from his, for the intensity of his boring eyes did little to cool off her burning body; doing so her eyes landed on the half empty glass of whiskey, noting the ice cubes that were melting away in the beverage. An idea rose to her mind; one she would’ve disregarded if it weren’t for the sudden burst of courage ignited by not so by the alcohol roaming her bloodstream, but rather the burning desire that unraveled every last sense of modesty left- ad she was almost sure he felt the same. His lips were parted, his eyes searched hers with expectancy that couldn’t be denied nor hidden; his fingers brushed against the side of her leg, leaving behind a shock wave that tingled her heightened senses.

“Yeah.” Her daring gaze met his for a beat before it gravitated back to the glass; following the trail of her eyes, Joel noted the clear cubes that floated on the pool of mahogany liquid. He took a hold of the glass and brought it to his mouth only to down the drink in a record time; the droplets that have formed on the walls of the glass rolled down the corner of his lips, trailing along his jaw and neck. (Y/N)’s breath hitched as she closely observed the droplet’s journey that seemingly lasted an eternity; her leg twitched once she felt another droplet falling on her lap, its refreshing coolness was short-lived, for the warmth of her flaming skin was overwhelming.

“It’s a bit rude to take a lady’s drink without asking.” She teased in a joking, yet daring tone that earned a deep chuckle from him.

“Then let me make it up to you.” Joel shot her a charming smile, returning the same playful energy as hers; his voice was a lower, more sonorous tone as his face was inching closer to her own. A lump had formed in her throat, preventing her from vocalizing her want though her body did more than enough job in speaking for her; her thighs were flush against one another, her back was slightly arched, anchoring the attention to the rapid rise and fall of her chest, within which her labored heart pounded. Carefully, his gaze studied her expression, in search for any signs of discomfort- though there was not a single one to be found, in fact it was rather the opposite. Her hesitant hand cupped his cheek, drawing his attention to her lustful, blown pupils that shimmered with a spark of need; he leaned into her touch as he let himself be consumed by the depths of her adoring gaze. Gently, the pad of her thumb caressed his cheekbone; gravitating lower, her fingertip traced the outline of the raven waves of prickly hairs that felt ticklish underneath her touch. Before she could reach her ultimate goal, Joel pressed his lips against hers; (Y/N) hummed in the kiss, her nails grazed his scalp, grabbing any strands of hair that tangled in her grasp. Joel shifted between her parted thighs as his hands crept on the small of her back; her legs wrapped around his hips, bringing him flush to where she needed him most.

A string of saliva connected their lips once Joel pulled away; confused, she observed his actions as millions of thoughts began to rise in her hazy mind. Once again, he downed the glass, earning a confused look from (Y/N), for he had already drank the contents of her glass- or at last so she thought until she noted his teeth catching a single cube of ice before he leaned in the crook of her neck. Stinging cold sensation caused her to yelp as the ice made contact with her skin; guided by his gentle hold on her arm, she laid down on the cushion. Wandering hands slid underneath the fabric of her shirt, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps on her tingling skin; his fingers tugged at the edges of the shirt and pulled it upwards, baring her chest to him. His teeth held onto the cube despite the sharp pain that pierced his jaw; his nose brushed against her tummy and so did his lips as he lowered his mouth so the ice was gliding across her heated skin. Beneath him, (Y/N)’s back arched in anticipation; wet trails of molten ice marked her body, whilst his loving lips made sure to spread the droplets of water all across her stomach and chest.

Despite the delightful, momentaneous relief of the external heat, she was far from satisfied; all along the true source of the hotness wasn’t just the summer weather, but rather the repressed flaming wish that had grown into a wild fire of desires only Joel could put out- yet it seemed he had no plan on doing so even though he was most certainly aware of it. Sooner than expected, the ice cube has turned into a puddle that flowed down (Y/N)’s sides with every breath she took; despite that he had no intention on stopping his venture across her chest. His cool tongue slithered across the valley of her breast, whilst his hot breath crashed onto her skin in the form of warm puffs of air that almost sounded like muffled groans; his own arousal grew by the second, yet he repressed his aching needs, for he was too lost in coaxing the pretty sounds that rolled so shamelessly off her sinful lips. He felt his cock twitch at the sound of his name tingling his ears; his gaze met her needy one, noting the trail of saliva that fell down her chin akin to a creek.

“What is it baby girl?” His voice was a tab bit hoarse; his lips caressed her chin as his tongue tasted her saliva, his stubble brushed against the delicate skin of her face.

“I need you.”

An unusual silence had fallen upon the desolate castle, for its residents were absent except for one of the unlucky maids burdened with the task of cleaning the ginormous building: an audible exhale left her parted lips, breaking the unnerving silence as she carefully reached for the crystal chandelier. Bright light ricocheted off the numerous glassy ornaments, illuminating her face with all of its charms and as well as flaws that appeared more prominent with each tiring day. Varying colorful rays danced as the duster probed through the curtain of skillfully carved crystals, the maid's head tilted slightly and she caught her bottom lip between her teeth as every fraction of her attention was focused on getting rid of every single particle of dust. Yet her thoughts seemed to drift off somewhere else soon after, leaving her mindlessly observing the brown feathers and how their every move seemed so effortless, so elegant, caressing the flawless shape of every single ornament they came in contact with. At once the feathers took the form of a classy, yet daring dress that hugged every curve of the voluptuous crystals, leaving no opportunity for a train of exiting assumptions and obscure fantasies; before she could realize it, the maid was once again ensnared into the trap that was her own imagination, drawing her back to the one though that she could never truly escape from despite her tireless efforts. An abrupt creak forcefully brought her to the present moment as she felt the wooden ladder sway underneath her, the duster fell to the floor with a click echoing across the huge space of the main hall.

Familiar laughter rang across the room: tingling sensation flooded the maid's ears with equal parts upheaval and exhilaration at the sound of her name floating about the gloomy air akin to the alluring, mystifying song of a siren, anchoring her next pray. A rush of blood traveled up her face. bringing an awkward sense of heat to her cheeks; her hands clasped around the wooden steps, in a failed attempt to retrieve her balance. She yelped; the raven skirt of her dress puffed- akin to an umbrella- with the air that failed to prevent the maid's inevitable fall to the shy flooring. The few seconds that took for her body to collide with the stone-cold marble felt prolonged just enough for her to contemplate and to surrender to her fate, yet the expected harsh landing never arrived and instead she was enveloped in a soft warm embrace of a gentle hold. Is this what it feels like to be on the other side?

Reluctantly, she fluttered her eyes open only to be met with the notional, snow-white silhouette of numinous yet unsettlingly recognizable angel: greyish irises bore night into her (E/C) ones an amber spark shone in the dark sea of blue and grey hues that danced around the pits of dilated pupils. The maid's heart thumped against her ribs. Her mouth fell open, allowing for an unexpected gasp to roll down her parted lips; her guardian angel was no other than the Lady herself.

"You have to be more careful, dear. I wouldn't fancy to have your gorgeous face splattered on the floor.” Heat rose to the maid's sides once again; her body was stiffened and even if she would like to, she couldn't move even a muscle. Her heels clicked as they came in contact with the marble, still her fingers were dug into the silky fabric of the Lady's emblematic, pearly white dress, for (Y/N)'s legs were too wobbly for her to trust them with supporting the weight of her body. Worry was woven in the silver of her irises, vainly masking it with her prideful smile that never failed to make the maid’s heart skip a beat.

"My sincere apologies mistress.” Her head sank as her gaze shied away from the intense one of the Lady.

"No need to apologize dear, though you could redeem yourself. In fact, I was just looking for you.” A rush of hope brought a smile to her face, further encouraging her to face her mistress. "A warm bath would suit me well." She added, now the charming smile fell in conjunction with the amicable spark in her eyes.

"I'll have it prepared right away.” Only then did (Y/N) let go of the Lady's sleeves, the creases formed in result of her strong grip caught her eye- now she had one more job to worry about, yet the though didn't pester her mind for long, for she immediately busied herself with her current task and did so with a joyful grin on her lips and a catchy melody in her mind that she couldn't help but hum to herself as the rushed to the Lady's private chambers.

In between equal intervals, her heels clicked atop the floor with each and every step she took; the sound was akin to a beat of a lively song, accompanied by her melodic humming of a tune that sounded in her mind much like a radio that was only at her disposal. Walking around the corner, (Y/N) couldn't help but take a few moments to appreciate the fine details that decorated the pale walls and doors, the shiny vine-like shapes slithered up the tall space, covering it with sparkling gold that contrasted the snow-white paint underneath- the Dimitrescus definitely had a taste for the fine things in life. She let out a sigh, the maid twirled with her hands reaching out in the opposite direction feeling the gentle breeze of the air, crashing against her limbs. The woman was lost in a state of dreaming, to a point where she almost forgot what her duty was. With another heavier exhale, she forced herself back to the present and entered the bathroom.

Wasting no more time, the maid turned the faucet on and put her hand under the water flow in order to make sure the water was the right temperature: mindlessly, she observed the movement of the liquid and how it ran down her palm and fingers leaving behind warm wet paths that joined into a single, larger stream that much like a waterfall flowed to the ginormous bathtub. Noting the slow pace at which the water level roused, (Y/N) knew she was in for a long wait. Her gaze wandered the narrow space, in search for any activity to keep her busy; then in the corner of the room, she noticed a bunch of tall white candies. At the sight of them, she was suddenly reminded of the Lady's distinct preference, one that somehow managed to escape her mind. The maid sprung up and reached for them; thoughtfully, the scanned the room, contemplating the best positioning of the candles. With many rearrangements and many more inspections regarding the aesthetics, (Y/N) was finally pleased enough to light the wicks. A satisfied grin curled the corners of her lips as so did the warm fight of the candles. Despite the much brighter, silver light of the chandelier above her head her attention was anchored by the amber light of the flames that swayed back and forth in a fiery dance bewitching her with their beauty her (E/C) irises lingered down the slender forms of the candles so pale and flawless, yet warm and inviting due to the fire melting away their wax bodies slowly but surely melting. She felt her own heart melt as she struggled to fight back the associations and fantasies arousing in her mind just at this simple sight.

A clicking sound echoed in her ears, drawing her attention away from her daydreams and instead to the direction of the door, behind which was revealed the same silhouette that wandered her mind all day long. The snowy silk hugged the mistress’s every luscious curve and dip, flattering her already flawless form; the fabric shone under the soft candle light, adding a golden spark of warmth that felt intimate and comforting, even alluring to the maid. The Lady’s stood up in her full height, a single motion that occurred in a heartbeat, yet to (Y/N) it was prolonged, lasting minutes as her wandering gaze closely followed the blossoming of her mistress’s breathtaking beauty until her neck was hurting from craning backwards.

“Wouldn’t you turn of the faucet?” The Lady rose an eyebrow; she bit at her lip, in an attempt to prevent a smile from curling the corners of her mouth. Heat rose to the maid’s cheeks as she rushed to the bath that had finally reached the desired level in what seemed to be a record time. Alcina stood with her back to her, a wordless request for (Y/N) to valet her needs; the maid’s breath hitched once she climbed the ladder, meant for an occasion such as this one. Carefully, her fingers worked on undoing the Lady’s dress; ruffling of the fabric tingled her ears, her bashful gaze was glued on the fabric that slid down the valleys of pale flesh in an ephemeral manner until it became a pool of what appeared to be a snowy sheet, covering the Lady’s feet. Just as majestically, Alcina stepped out of her clothing before she disregarded the dress with her foot; behind her, (Y/N) let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding once she took a glimpse of the mistress’s lingerie. Delicate raven lace hugged her curves all the while the dark color of the fabric contrasted the snowy shade of her spotless flesh; it was a sight for sore eyes so much so the maid couldn’t bring herself to unclasp the floral patterns of the black bra, though she had no other option. Yet that grief was short lived and soon forgotten for the moment (Y/N)’s eyes fell on the Lady’s bare form her mind was cleared from any form of thought.

Silently, the maid stood in place, observing how her mistress sat in the tub, hiding her voluptuous body under the crystal-clear water; waves formed on the surface, causing the light to ricochet off the glassy surface in shiny rays akin to gems, still the true gem was beneath, a diamond brilliance that shone brighter than any other precious stone, daring to take over the spotlight. (Y/N) swallowed hard once she noted Alcina’s expecting gaze, boring into her; hurriedly, she climbed down this time trying her best not to fall. Embarrassment burned her sides at the memory of her clumsiness that were almost the reason for her doom, though the heat creeping up on her cheeks wasn’t only caused by said embarrassment. Reluctantly, she took the creamy bar of soap before she leaned over the tub; a duel of desire and dignity took place within the maid as she forced her wandering face to shy away from the impossibly alluring form of her mistress; it was a fight she was doomed to fail despite her best of efforts and how could she when the orbit of her deepest covets was right before her in her truest, most honest and bare form.

Soft splash resonated across the space as (Y/N) dipped the soap in the clear water; a cloud of milky white spread across the water, turning the water into a soft sheet of fog that covered the body of the mistress. Closely, the Lady observed the maid’s every move, an amber spark lit up the cobalt of her irises, bringing a faint sense of mischief, playfulness that rarely shone through, except for the occasions when she had set her eyes on something and she intended on achieving it. Her arm rose from the water, followed by a wave of soapy water that akin to a bubble covered her skin until it popped, causing water to splash out the tub as she rested her arm on the edge of the tub. Feigned gasp rolled down her crimson-colored lips at the sight of the splatters damping the sheer fabric of (Y/N)’s shirt; the maid’s head sank to her chest, noting how the wet fabric hugged her chest and revealed everything to be seen by the discreet, prying eyes of the Lady. The poor woman exhaled with exhaustion, for now she had to bear with the cool, uncomfortable sensation of drenched fabric clinging to her skin. Chills ran down her spine, though it wasn’t due to the water cooling on her chest but rather the intense gaze that bore into her; the ocean of gray and light blue hues was overshadowed by a golden spark that danced across the blackholes that were the dilated pupils of Alcina’s eyes. (Y/N) gulped under the intensity of the Lady’s gaze that could swallow her entire being hole. Slowly, the mistress arose from the spot she had leaned into as she brought her perfectly imperfect face closer to hers; she prompted her chin atop her palm, her glowing eyes never breaking contact with the (E/C) ones of the maid that stood frozen in place akin to a marble sculpture meant to entertain her mistress.

“What a pity.” Alcina slightly puckered her lips in a forced expression of compassion that acted as a veil to her true emotions. “I’m afraid you’ll have to take off this shirt dear, unless you want to catch a cold.” Her brow rose, enhancing the convincing look on her features.

“I think I can manage, there’s no need for You to worry. I will simply change.” The maid’s gaze shied away as a new wave of oblivious fantasies and hopes flooded her racing mind; heat crept on her sides as her heart thumped against her ribcage loud enough for the lady to hear.

“I suggest you take my advice. I wouldn’t fancy temporarily losing my best maid to a very preventable suffering.” The thick curtain of lashes fluttered as she tilted her head ever so slightly, lowering her face so the she was on the same eyelevel as the maid. Reluctantly, (Y/N) glanced at the wet shirt; countless thoughts roused in her mind both hopeful and skeptical. Was she just imagining it all? Or maybe she had in fact passed away earlier and all of this was just the fruit of her own fantasies, gently guiding her into the infinite world of light.

“But…” The maid uttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Please dear, I know what’s best for you.” (Y/N)’s cheeks got impossibly hot at the sensation of the Lady’s electrifying touch on her hand; her slender fingers kneaded circles of reassurance into the skin of the maid’s arm. Her breath hitched; an internal battle took place in her heart with one side of rational thinking encouraging her to retrieve, to not give in to a false sense of hope, while the other urged her to let loose, listen to the inner calling that was the primal desire she had fallen captive to for so long. Despite her best of judgments, she couldn’t help but to consider even for a split second of what if felt to go with the flow, to coexist with her deepest covets in harmony without shame and regret. Whatever her mistress was suggesting, she couldn’t bring herself to say no to.

Her chest rose and lowered in an unnaturally rapid pace, for the seemingly hot air was suffocating her with its thickness; timidly, her fingers worked on undoing the moist rag that was her shirt. For a single moment (Y/N)’s unsure eyes met the Lady, though they were quick to shift the subject of their attention, for the sight of the mistress darting her tongue across her plump lips had the maid clenching her thighs together in an attempt to suppress the growing need within her. The wet fabric rolled down her form until it pooled on the ground followed by a loud plop that resonated across the space; bumps covered entire form once the air kissed her bare skin. Expectancy was evident in the grayish rings of Alcina’s sparkling eyes, her bottom lip was caught between her pearly teeth, the tips of her sharp canines dug into the soft flesh almost enough to tear the flesh. Suddenly, the maid felt restrained by the rest of her clothing with each passing second that only enhanced the covet she no longer could repress, nor ignore. So, her puffy skirt as well as her underwear followed that same fate of her shirt- disregarded on the bathroom floor, forgotten for the entirety of the moment (Y/N) had longed for ever since she laid eyes upon her mistress.

Carefully, the maid dipped her left foot all the while her hand held onto the side of the tub for balance; impatiently, Alcina offered her hand to the maid, which she gladly accepted. Cool fingers wrapped around the maid’s wrist, guiding her in the pool of pleasantly hot water; strong hands held her hips and positioned her to sit in the small, empty room between the Lady’s legs. Warmth enveloped her entire form for the water reached up to her neck, yet the sight unfolding right before her was what truly set ablaze the fire within her core; the soft, warm candle light kissed the worn features of the Lady’s pale skin, adding a golden shine to the creases on the corners of her charming smile. The flow of crimson strands fell down her shoulders akin to a raven creak with ever so shiny twinges of gold woven in the deep black; flames were dancing around the thin ring of mesmerizing fusion of faint blue and light gray hues until they drowned in the pits of pupils, blown wide.

“I’m afraid you wouldn’t be able to reach me from there, (Y/N).” Her every word dripped akin to honey on the maid’s racing heart; her ears warmed up at the sound of her name, rolling down the Lady’s lips in a melodic, entrancing manner that had her lightheaded. (Y/N)’s mind was a blank much like a canvas, ready to withhold the muse of artist; carefully though not reluctantly, she crawled towards her mistress, forming a sequence of waves around her moving form that came crashing with the smooth, pearly surface of the tub. Her (E/C) irises were anchored to the Lady’s breathtaking features, taking in the view she could only describe as a sight for sore eyes and quite rightfully so, for she couldn’t peel her gaze from Alcina, not even when she had to take the soap. She had fallen a victim to the Lady’s irresistible charm long ago, but now she couldn’t fight it- not that she wanted to. Drawn in- akin to a lost sailor to the magical, yet mystical song of a siren- the maid only got closer and closer until her arms brushed against the plush flesh of the mistress’ inner thighs; for a moment, she stopped, the last grain of her modesty shone through in attempt to stop her from going past a point of no return- a point she feared just as much as she sought after. The nudge within her only anchored her further, whilst her mind cried out in panic, begging her to retrieve; her indecisive eyes searched for the anticipating ones of the mistress only to be met with the luscious sight of her tongue coating her plump, crimson-colored lips with a sheet of saliva that shone under the soft candle light, a single action so obscene, yet so innocent that caused the last string within the maid to snap and unravel the web of pent-up desires.

Gentle spatter echoed in (Y/N)’s ears almost numbed by the loud sound of her heart thumping in her ears; darkness enveloped her sight as her body swayed forwards as if some extraterrestrial force was in control of her whole being and all that she had left was her heightened senses. Her mind went blank once her palms landed on the Lady’s luscious hips and her lips were met with the plump ones of her mistress; cool fingers slithered along the maid’s form with their claw-like nails trailing close after, leaving behind a faint burning sensation that tingled the maid’s brain in all the right places. She yelped once Alcina’s hands squeezed at her ass before lifting and seating her on her thigh; the maid moaned against the Lady’s lips as her clit was flush against the toned muscle of her lap, brushing ever so slightly under the impact of her strong grip that pulled her closer. The warmth of (Y/N)’s body was so welcoming and even alluring to the Lady, her flesh was velvety soft unlike any fabric she had worn and her hair was a gorgeous (H/C) that framed her pretty face in a flattering manner; her tiny form- flush against her own, larger one- fit her arms as if she had been molded after her embrace. The maid’s hands rested atop the mistress’ shoulders, balancing her weight, for her legs were no longer at her service or at least for as long as her nervous system was overwhelmed by the heavenly sensations she couldn’t even dream of. Each gentle rock, influenced by Alcina’s hands on her hips, brought a wave of inexplicable pleasure that flooded her entire body; the pattern of waves surfacing on the milky water, shifted with the growing pace of desperate rubbing.

Faint sting of pain tingled the Lady’s senses under the impact of (Y/N)’s nails, digging into her shoulders; her eyes were sealed shut, her bottom lip was caught between her teeth as she had begun moving on her own. The mistress bit back a smile at the sight of her dear maid, riding her lap like there was no tomorrow; leaning back, Alcina took pride in observing the maid’s worked up expression all the while she toyed with her ass, kneading and squeezing the skin with one hand, whilst the other arose from the milky water to meet the hardened bud of her bosom. A high-pitched moan ripped past (Y/N)’s lips at the sudden stimuli washing over her nerves, causing her to part her lips in an ‘o’ shape as numerous shaky pants along with soft whimpers rolled down her mouth soon after. Whether it was intentional or not, her knee brushed against Alcina’s folds, granting her the same pleasure; the bone of her kneecap pressed against the Lady’s bundle of nerves, bringing sweet friction that only enhanced the delight of the moment, though she kept her composure. Her features- as if she had been just a mere marble figure- twitched ever so slightly, her eyebrows were knitted together as she focused on showering her dear maid with all sorts of tingling sensations; she pinched at (Y/N)’s nipple and pulled at it gently all the while her hot mouth closed around the other one, ridding it of past negligence.

A knot began forming in the maid’s lower stomach; with each stroke of her hips, she grew confident in her desires. Slowly, her wandering fingers slithered down Alcina’s soft, voluptuous chest until they reached the hardened peaks; pulling away, the mistress shot her a stern look, yet she didn’t turn down her sudden outburst of boldness, in fact it was quite the opposite. Sitting up in the tub, the mistress leaned in the maid’s ear, where she trailed kisses along her collar and neck all the while she nibbled at the heated, moist skin with the occasional brush of the sharp canines across the velvety flesh. Her togue traced a wet, soppy line all the way up to (Y/N)’s jaw and ear, where Alcina softly whispered.

“You’re growing courageous, I see.” She chuckled in the maid’s ear, sending chills down her spine along with a wave of excitement that caused her walls to clench around nothing. “That’s my girl.” The mistress’ praise was all that it took to get (Y/N) to her oh so desired climax; a loud moan of her name rolled down the maid’s lips as her back arched, bringing her breasts flush against the ones of her mistress in an intimate connection of wet skins, rubbing against one another as she kept rocking her hips against the thigh of the Lady. The muscles of her abdomen spasmed as the knot in her belly unraveled into a hot mess of pleasure that had her seeing stars; beneath her the mistress guided her through her orgasm, supporting her weight and encouraging her to ride out her high. It was almost as if the pleasure of her beloved maid was a delight of its own kind that fed her own covets; despite the ever so slight brushing of (Y/N)’s knee against her throbbing clit, Alcina managed to suppress her needs for the time being and instead let the maid have that moment of oblivious delight.

Once the maid had come down from her high, she laid atop the pleasantly cool body of her mistress; the arms around her rising and falling chest put her at ease as she had finally caught her breath, loving fingers raked through her drenched locks. Silence had fallen upon the two women as they relished the simplicity of just being in each other’s embrace.

“I should tell you something.” Alcina spoke up, immediately anchoring the maid’s attention. “You’ve always been my favorite maid.” Sincerity was evident in her now soft blue gaze, warmth enveloped (Y/N)’s heart at the sound of words so meaningful and loving it was as if she was falling in love with her once again, yet now she knew it was requited. “I should also add that I am far from pleased with this bath.” The soft smile on (Y/N)’s froze for a split moment before she noticed the flicked of mischief in the Lady’s eyes.

A cacophony of bright red and blue hues flashed in erratic manner, throwing rays of light in the darkest, loneliest hours of the night akin to a beacon of light, yet not one of hope but rather one that frightened the distressed souls further. The unsettling melody of the sirens echoed in his ears; long ago had he gotten used to the unpleasant sound that ironically wasn’t associated with anything positive even if the opposite was its core value. His eyes fluttered closed; silently he bared himself for the worst even though no mental pep talk could’ve prepared him for the things he had witnessed throughout his career as an emergency medical technician- though luckily for him this night that wasn’t the case.

Arriving at the address of the call, (Y/N) was rather pleasantly surprised to see familiar faces. Lieutenant Marvin Branagh along with his new colleague officer Leon Scott Kennedy; an ever so faint smile curled the corners of his lips as he approached the two men with his medical supplies in hand. The few seconds it took him to walk up to the uniformed men seemed prolonged as if someone had put him in slow motion as a form of a twisted game that tested him- and he was giving in. He found himself observing the younger man, no matter how much he fought the urge he couldn’t peel his eyes off of the charming officer. His sandy bangs fell elegantly on the sides of his face, framing it perfectly, his azure eyes glimmered with energy typical to someone who’s hopeful and even naïve, yet that’s what made them captivating, for he saw his younger self in them.

“Good evening.” Immediately (Y/N) anchored the attention to himself. Leon flinched, which lead (Y/N) to think the young officer was startled by his presence though the warm smile that appeared on his face proved that to not be the case.

“Mister (L/N), we’re so glad you came.” Lieutenant Branagh struck his partner with a look of disapproval that went unnoticed by the officer.

“You better have a good reason to disturb my peace on a Friday evening.” The smile on Leon’s face froze as the joy in his features was swapped with guilt in the matter of seconds. Numerous words of apologies rolled off his lips as panic settled within him; (Y/N) couldn’t hold back the smile that curled the corners of his mouth, it made him feel guilty though he couldn’t help but find his pouting expression utterly adorable.

“I’m just messing with you. What’s the problem?”

“I believe my partner may have gotten injured. He could use medical attention.” And with that the Lieutenant left the two men alone; the air seemed to warm up despite the low temperatures of the night. Silently, (Y/N) placed his equipment on a nearby bench and began browsing through the contents of his bag. Leon froze as he watched him sort out the necessary tools, too bewitched by his presence to even care to breathe, yet even if Leon was pass out he would immediately receive medical treatment; he noted how his hands delicately held the bandages and how he carefully placed them near the pale container with rubbing alcohol. Such simple motion was inexplicably captivating to the officer as if had been caught under a spell that had him dumbfounded.

“Please have a seat, officer.” Heat rose to his cheeks, dusting them with soft pink; immediately he obliged and sat on the bench opposite of the medical technician though that wasn’t for long, since he stood up only to kneel before the officer. Without uttering a single word, he took the officer’s hand and began pressing at it with the tips of his fingers from his wrist all the way to the valley where his forearm met his biceps, his fingers wrapped around Leon’s wrist as he folded his arm towards him. Breathlessly, the officer observed (Y/N)’s face; his eyebrows were drawn together, his eyes were slightly squinted. Heat continued to spread throughout Leon’s body under the technician’s touch; it was as if his touch was charged with electricity that struck the officer every time their skins came in contact.

“Tell me where it hurts.” His voice was soft, barely above a whisper; Leon hummed a bit too lewdly then he anticipated, earning a confused look from (Y/N). The medical technician felt a rush of adrenaline traveling to his core, though he kept his composure as he went on with examining the charming officer. He took a hold of his calf, his hands slowly glided up his knee, where he gently pressed on the fold of his leg; a soft whimper rolled down Leon’s plump lips.

“Does this cause you discomfort?” The officer shook his head no, his timid azures gazed at the technician through half lidded eyes. (Y/N) fought the ever growing urge to smile at the sight in front of him; Leon’s mouth was agape, allowing for the air to easily flow into his burdened lungs, his lashes fluttered ever so slightly with every move of the technician’s hands.

“On first glance there’s nothing concerning on the outside.” (Y/N) spoke as he stood up, closely followed by Leon’s curious gaze. “Unless you’re hiding something under that armor of yours.” He eyed the navy blue of his uniform, which in return caused the officer’s cheeks to turn a deeper hue of pink. Silently, Leon watched the medical technician carefully, yet quickly packed his equipment; numerous thoughts raced through his mind as he desperately searched for an idea to make him stay just a moment longer until the perfect idea struck him.

“I got another spot that should get examined.” His heart hammered against his chest, for a sudden rush of nervousness washed over him akin to a colossal wave; successfully, he anchored the man’s attention.

“Where?” He rose his brow at the officer. Silently, he pulled at the fabric of his collar, revealing a crimson line trailing across his pale skin. The technician faced the other man and took a closer look at the wound; his fingertips ghosted over the crimson colored flesh, causing Leon to wince. (Y/N) glanced at the man before him, his (E/C) irises searched his azure ones; Leon nodded wordlessly assuring. A rush of blood spread on the sides of the officer’s face as he noted how the medical technician inspected his wound, how his digits delicately worked with the milky white bottle of rubbing alcohol and how his bottom lip was caught between his teeth. Leon hissed through gritted teeth at the sudden sting that forcefully brought him out of his dream like state.

”Forgot to warn you. It’s gonna hurt a little.” He spoke quietly and calmly; his gaze met his for a split moment, worry was woven into his (E/C) irises. Silently, Leon nodded, for he was afraid that if he were to speak he would say something he would regret and instead focused on the warmth of his hand that rested atop the pulsating wound. The sharp pain slowly faded as pleasant warmth took its place, though whether it was from the alcohol or (Y/N)’s strong yet delicate grip on his shoulder Leon couldn’t tell, perhaps it was equal parts from both.

“All done.” (Y/N) stood up, depriving Leon of his electric touch, the officer grew so found of. “I got to admit, you’re very tough.” Heat spread across Leon’s cheeks akin to a wild fire that left behind red trails across the fair plains of his face.

“Is he gonna make it.” Lieutenant Branagh appeared seemingly out of thin air, causing the officer to flinch.