"See you later as well, Amy." Ryn calls out as Arthur and Amy step away.
Amy flinches at her name. "Uh — bye, Ryn."
Ryn waves them off without looking up from her forms.
'God, she is so bad at hiding her nerves.' Arthur can't help but lament how easy Amy is to read. Every flinch, every stammer, every time her eyes dart somewhere they shouldn't.
'I just want to tease her a little more, but...' He glances at Amy walking a half step ahead of him, arms folded tight against herself. 'Hold yourself back, Arthur. The time isn't right. Not yet.'
He buries the impulse and keeps walking.
Reaching his door, he pulls out his key, sliding it into the lock.
"See you tomorrow in class. And don't be afraid to express yourself." Arthur points at Amy, reminding her.
"I told you, it's because I'm not used to so many people!" She stomps her heel like a child throwing a tantrum.
"Yeah, yeah, I hear you. How about you go back to your room and take a nap, someone seems tired." Arthur babies Amy.
"I don't need a nap!" Amy pouts.
"Sure. And I bet the child totally doesn't put on a onesie before they go to bed either."
Amy's face goes bright red as her eyes go wide. "How... how did you know..." She slowly backs up as if she's looking at a monster.
"Oh, you actually use one? I was just messing with you. Though now that I know that..." Arthur leaves the rest of his sentence hanging in the air.
Amy's mouth opens and closes like a fish. The realization that she'd just outed herself hits her, and Arthur watches every stage of grief play across her face.
Denial. Anger. Bargaining.
"You... you can't tell anyone." She jabs a finger at him, her voice cracking between a command and a plea.
"Can't I?"
"Arthur Webb, if you promise on your mana not to tell, I'll — I'll, umm." Amy turns her head away, its color turning red. "I'll let you do your, umm... Ah — nothing! NEVER MIND!" Amy scampers off, running away, her face bright red.
'So close...'
Closing his door, he steps into his room and finds Mira already inside, who had clearly seen the whole exchange from the doorway.
"Master, welcome back." Mira bows to Arthur.
Looking at her, Arthur can see cleaning utensils in her hand, matching the spotless state of the room.
"Thank you for cleaning up. I've been rather busy lately, I've gotten a little lax with it." Arthur says as he lies down on the bed.
"I could go for some good sleep tonight." He muses.
"Well then, I'll see myself out so that Master has time for himself." Mira starts to head for the door.
"Wait. Don't leave yet." Arthur sits up straight, calling her back.
"Yes, Master?" Mira turns to Arthur.
"Come here." Arthur pats the spot on the bed next to him.
Mira looks at him slowly making her way over almost as if she is debating if she wants to.
'So we're playing that game tonight…'
She sits beside him, hands folded neatly in her lap, back straight. Her maid uniform hugged her frame in all the right places from her breast that were snug to her white stockings that showed off her white legs long and soft.
"I thought you'd want to cultivate tonight," Arthur says, his eyes tracing the line of her jaw. "Seeing as I gave you such a generous gift with Garrett."
"Well, I did. But it seems your hands are full with both that stanky mutt and that petite classmate of yours." Mira turns her head, not daring to look at her master as she voices her displeasure.
Arthur stares at her.
'Stanky mutt.'
He almost laughs.
"Mira."
"I'm not upset."
"I didn't say you were."
"Good. Because I'm not." Her hands tighten in her lap. "I just think it's worth noting that Master has been spending an awful lot of time with other women while his maid cleans his room alone."
"You know I have to do what I do Mira and it's not like you don't get something out of this." Arthur puts his hand on Mira's rubbing them."
"If you truly think I've been neglecting you then what can this lowly master do for you to make up for it." Arthur pulls her face to look at him, their eyes meeting.
"Touch me…" Mira whispers.
"Say no more."
Arthur's hands found her waist and pulled her onto his lap. Mira settled against him, her thighs on either side of his, the skirt of her maid uniform riding up as she adjusted. Her stockings pressed warm against his legs.
She looked up at him, lust clear in her eyes.
"You've been holding back since last night, haven't you?" Arthur asked, his thumb tracing the line of her hip through the fabric.
"Mhm." Mira's breath caught at the contact. "Garrett was generous enough to take care of me in the meantime."
"I saw."
"Then Master should know how much he filled me up." She shifted her hips forward, pressing herself against him. The warmth of her seeped through his trousers.
"From the way his cock made me full, to his large muscles protecting me from harm. Something that Master could never do, only Garrett can give me such warmth. While Master is nothing but a thief who steals other people's powers."
Mira teases Arthur, her body pressing directly against his as she whispers words of humiliation. Each word feels like a drop of boiling water pouring over his skin, his body growing hot in the taboo feeling.
Arthur's cock strained against his trousers, pressing up against the heat of her. His jaw tightened but his expression didn't break. Even if the words were hurtful in his mind and demeaning he can't help but have his body react, his bloodline making taboo norm.
"Is that so?" Arthur's voice came out level, and controlled his hands tightened on her hips.
"Mhm." Mira rolled her hips against him, slow and deliberate, grinding the length of him through the fabric. "His hands are bigger than yours, Master. When he holds me down, I can't move at all." She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. "And when he's inside me... I even forget why I'm doing it in the first place."
Arthur's breath came out sharp through his nose.
His cock throbbed, begging for release. Mira, seeing her Master desperate for relief, lowers her hands, rubbing against his tent.
"Master, do you want this lowly slave to let you get a taste of her sloppy seconds?" She grins, seeing Arthur's face change as she strokes him.
"...Yes." Weak and quiet, Arthur breaks, allowing his inner thoughts to take hold.
Mira's grin widened.
"Say it again." She squeezed him through the fabric, her thumb dragging across the tip where a wet spot had already formed.
"...Please."
"Please what?"
Arthur's jaw tightened. His pride and his body were at war and his body was winning.
"Please let me have you."
"Hmm." Mira tilted her head, pretending to consider it. Her hand never stopped moving. "I don't know, Master. Garrett didn't have to beg."
Arthur's hips bucked up against her hand.
"He just took what he wanted." She undid his belt with one hand, slow, each click of the buckle deliberate. "Grabbed me by the waist and didn't ask permission." She pulled the leather free and tossed it to the floor. "Didn't even say my name just flipped me over and—"
"Mira."
"Yes, Master?"
"Shut up and take it out."
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