Leaving the dining hall Arthur and Amy walk past all the fellow students who were staring at him especially since he took out 3 fellow students with ease. Well that and the fact that a noble is in the lowest house and dorm of the academy yet carries himself rather humble compared to most nobles nor does he lash out to those that brother him.
"You think he's that guy from the Webb family." One person asks another.
"I think he is. What other noble would be in our dorm, were at the bottom of the barrel."
Ignoring their words Arthur leaves with Amy to his room.
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Getting into Arthur's room Amy while knowing that he is in the same dorm as her thought that it would…
"It would be a bit more?" Arthur finishes her thoughts seeing her gawk at his room.
"Yeah I did…" Amy side-eyed Arthur as she didn't like him finishing her thoughts.
They were her thoughts for a reason…
"Well sorry to disappoint you but they don't give special treatment to nobles like I." Arthur says, pulling out his chair for Amy.
"Thank you." Amy says, taking a seat while Arthur sat on his bed.
"So, while I don't mean to pry..." Amy's voice came softer than before. "I did want to ask you something."
"Ask away."
"It's just..." She hesitated, turning it over before committing. "What exactly is it that you have Mira doing with Garrett?"
Arthur let out a quiet breath through his nose. "Like I said, I'm willing to tell you more. But I hardly know you." He tilted his head slightly. "I'm sure you don't hand your bank account number to everyone you meet on the first day."
"Fair point." Amy looked away, her fingers fidgeting once in her lap. "I just ask because your family's bloodlines are... from what I've heard they're very..." She trailed off, her face warming with the effort of finding the right word.
Arthur's grin came easy. "Interesting?"
"...Something like that."
"Well, you're not wrong." He leaned back on his hands. "I won't pretend our bloodlines aren't a little unconventional. But whatever you're imagining mine to be, I'd wager you're well off the mark. My bloodline is rather different from the rest of my family's."
A knock cut clean through the air.
Arthur glanced at the door, the faint trace of a smirk still on his face. "And those who know that difference are right on time."
He rose and opened the door.
Mira stepped inside.
"How is Garrett doing?" Arthur asks.
"He is doing good. They were able to apply some ointments that will regrow his skin so it shouldn't leave a scar on him." Mira says smiling.
"Good, good. We wouldn't want our new friend suffering any unnecessary injury now, would we." Arthur said grinning..
"Of course not, master. That would be most terrible." Mira smiled back at him, the two of them sharing an obvious inside joke.
Amy looked between them confused. "Okay, now I'm genuinely convinced I have no idea what your bloodline does."
Arthur turned back to her with the same unbothered expression. "One day I'm sure you'll get to find out, Amy. But for now you'll have to settle for less." He glanced toward the window, the light outside having long since faded. "Besides, the evening's getting late and I still have benchmarks to finish tomorrow."
"Right, you did mention that." Amy stood from the chair, smoothing her skirt as she rose. "I should get going too. Sorry for keeping you, and thank you. For the help earlier, and the chat." She gave a small, genuine bow.
"The pleasure was mine." Arthur said. "Feel free to join us anytime."
"I will." She stepped through the doorway and glanced back once. "Goodnight, Arthur."
"Goodnight, Amy."
The door clicked shut behind her.
A beat passed. Then another.
Arthur let out a slow breath and dropped back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
"Finally."
"If you'd prefer, master, I can lea—"
"No." He was already pulling his shirt over his head, dropping it to the side. "Come to bed. And take those clothes off, I want to actually feel you when we sleep."
"Of course, master."
Mira undid her uniform with the quiet efficiency she brought to everything, folding it neatly over the back of the chair Amy had just left. Arthur watched as she stripped down to only her undergarments leaving a beautiful sight for him.
He pulled the blanket back.
She slipped in beside him without ceremony, tucking herself against his side the way she always did along with her warmth, and familiar body pressed against his.
"Ah this I miss." Arthur murmurs as he gets lost in the smell of Mira.
Letting Arthur enjoy Mira pulls herself closer resting in his arms as the two just enjoyed each other's presence.
"So." Arthur broke the quiet first, opening his eyes to look down at her. "About today."
"Yes?"
"What did you make of it all?"
Mira tilted her head slightly, picking through her words with care. "Interesting would be an understatement. But overall? I think it went well."
"I'd agree." Arthur stared at the ceiling, turning the day over in his mind. "I knew roughly what to expect coming in. But even I couldn't have predicted what happened in Mrs. Foxwell's office."
Mira felt the warmth rise in her cheeks at the memory. "It was certainly not what I was expecting either."
"Yeah but you have to admit the meeting did go well."
"Well that's because you got to have sex with a total MILF and all I could do was touch myself and be bossed around." Mira pouts.
"Haha, it's ok'd my little slave, master will make sure you get your fix." Pulling her in he gives her a kiss, his cock rising in tangent.
As the two kiss they get lost in each other.
Mira pulled back first, her eyes finding his. She wanted to continue as every part of her wanted to continue, but there was still one thing sitting at the back of her mind.
"Arthur." Her voice came quieter. "Are you sure about Garrett?"
"One hundred percent, he is the perfect person for you to folly with. And besides, don't act like you weren't charmed by him." Arthur gives a sly look at Mira.
Mira's eyes slid to the side. "...No."
"No?" Arthur tilted his head. "That didn't sound very convincing."
"No," she said again, smaller this time. Clearly losing the argument and knowing it.
"My slave, developing feelings for someone who isn't her master." Arthur clicked his tongue softly, shifting himself up and over her, looking down at her with a fake saddened expression. "Naughty girl."
Mira looked up at him, her lips parting slightly as his eyes moved over her the way her bra held her chest, the soft curve of her waist, every inch of her was his.
"I think you need a reminder of who you belong to."
"Then remind me," Mira murmured.
And that he did.
However unknown to the two of them a slight crack in the door can be seen along with the eyes of a young girl who is knowingly doing something wrong.
Amy looking through the crack of the door watches in the dark hallway as everyone has gone to bed for curfew. He hand fidgeting as she watches her breathe hitched.
She knows that she should go away but she can't seen to stop watching. The thought of someone catching her runs through her. A chill of something else different from embarrssment something taboo.
Her body shutters as her eyes roll as the pleasure grows. She tells herself she returned because she forgot something but she knows that's a lie.
She tells herself she isn't a slave to her pleasure but here she is on the first day of being at the academy standing in the hallway of her dorm watching her classmate have sex with their maid.
Her body pressed against the frame. Her free hand gripping the hem of her skirt without realizing it. Her breath coming in shallow, careful pulls that she was terrified would be too loud.
Inside the room Amy listen as the sounds of Arthur and Mira ringed out. From Arthur's voice low deep to, Mira's hitched breathe and light moans. Amy couldn't stop herself from listening in.
'Stop.'
She couldn't stop.
The sound that came from inside the room grew, Mira's voice climbing in a way that made Amy's whole face burn white hot, and something in her own body answered it without asking permission a wave of warmth that rolled through her all at once, sudden and overwhelming and deeply, deeply inconvenient.
Her hand reached lower as her pussy dripped wet as it welcomed her fingers. Her body is already getting close as she moves her hand.
As she continued to touch herself the rush in her body seemed to grow every second. Seeming with every touch of her folds she felt like her body was pushed closer to the edge until.
Splash splash
Her liquids staining her hands fall to the floor. Her breath turned rapidly, her fingers moving faster in rhythm with Mira and Arthur. The moans of Mira fill the air adding to the sensory overload.
Her own voice trying to escape as she tries to hold back but.
A sound escaped her.
A sharp little exhale that she immediately slapped both hands over her mouth to smother.
But the hallway was silent and the door was thin and she had not been quiet enough.
Amy didn't think. She turned and fled, her footsteps quick and light down the corridor, her heart hammering so loud she could feel it in her throat. She rounded the corner to her room, fumbled with the handle, and threw herself inside, pressing the door shut behind her and standing against it in the dark with her hands still over her mouth and her whole body burning from her face to her fingertips.
She stood there for a long moment.
Then slowly, carefully, she slid down the door until she was sitting on the floor.
"...What is wrong with me?"
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Inside the room Arthur stilled.
His head turned toward the door.
Mira, catching her breath beneath him, followed his gaze. "What is it?"
Arthur said nothing for a moment. His eyes stayed on the door, the crack of it, the darkness beyond it, the hallway that was now completely silent.
He rose, crossed the room quietly, and looked out.
Empty. Nothing but the dark corridor and the faint creak of the building settling into the night.
He glanced down.
The door was slightly ajar. Not much. Just enough.
'Hm.'
He pulled it shut with a soft click and turned back to the room, running the thought over once before setting it aside. The hallway was empty. Curfew had come and gone. Probably just the door drifting on its own.
He crossed back to the bed and dropped down beside Mira, who watched him with quiet, knowing eyes.
"Well?" she asked.
"Nothing, it must just be being in a new place." He says as he lowers himself on Mira making sure to make up for his mistake.
'Nothing huh…'
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