My other hand slid up her thigh, she jolted when my hand reached inside her shorts. My delicate fingers kissed the sensitive crease around her pussy.
Then I lifted my head and looked into her eyes deeply.
"Spread your legs wider"
She obeyed my order instantly, while her thighs still trembling.
I curled my hand, my fingers pressing against her soaked folds through the last scrap of fabric between her thighs.
Then i hooked the shorts aside and pressed my finger directly against her clit, circling with deliberate tease.
Mercedes hips jerked upwards "Valerie-sama! Please --! Uhnn!"
"Not yet"
I shifted again, settling between her thighs in a fluid motion that spread her wider.
While myfingers still rubbing her clit, I brought my mouth to her pussy and drew my wet tongue out and gave a lick.
Her breath hiched a little "Wait...."
I didn't wait but got my lips on clit and started sucking hard and inserted a finger in her pussy.
"Feel that?" I said "Every inch of you belong to me."
She could only wimper, body shaking, thighs parted forcefully wide by me. One of my hands was playing with her perk nipple and another hand was playing with her pussy, while my tongue on sensitive clit.
This triple stimulation built a vicious, coiling pressure inside her. I inserted another finger stretching her farther and a thin seal inside her broke and she bled, blood dripping between her thighs.
"Owe...oh, oh my lord!!!"
Orgasm hit her like hurricane.
She convulsed as her pussy tightened so hard around my inserted fingers that even my thrusting rhythm broke.
But I didn't stop kept working on her through aftershocks, drawing out every last tremor until she went limp, gasping and tears streaking down her cheeks.
I lifted my head and asked "Still with me"
She managed a shaky, tear soaked smile "I'm so happy Valerie-sama."
"Good" I kissed her on the lips gently "Because I'm not done with you yet"
My fingers found most sensitive area inside her pussy and gave it a curl. She moaned, already clenching tightly around my fingers.
I worked on her till she had another orgasm. When I'm done with her Mercedes was tried and shaky.
Her legs were limp, her breathing was ragged, sweat covered her body entirely. And anyone can guess with a simple glance that she had experienced something indescribable.
But she a happy smile on her face, while her eyes closed. Indicating that this was, one of the most happiest times of her life.
Equivalent to her first memory of her meeting her master, and the day she knelt before her master and pledged her loyalty to her and received a sword as symbol knighthood.
Then again most of her happy memories given to her by her beloved master.
She still remember day she first laid eyes on her master, this is something she would never forget.
....
The rain had just stopped, leaving the stone streets slick and shining under the dim lantern light.
A small girl with blue hair dirty, thin, and trembling sat curled in the corner of an alley. Her stomach ached from hunger, but she had long since stopped crying. No one came when she cried.
No one ever did.
Footsteps approached.
She tensed, ready to run but her body didn't move. She was too tired.
A shadow fell over her.
"Why are you sitting here?"
The voice was soft. Calm. Not cruel.
The girl slowly looked up.
Before her stood another child dressed far too elegantly for these streets. Dark hair, composed posture, and eyes that held a strange, quiet authority. This was Valerie Noctis, even if the world did not yet fully know her name.
The girl in rags said nothing.
Valerie studied her for a moment then crouched down, lowering herself to her level without hesitation.
"You're hungry."
Not a question.
The girl hesitated… then gave the smallest nod.
Valerie extended her hand.
"Come."
"…Why?" the girl whispered, her voice dry and uncertain.
Valerie tilted her head slightly, as if the question itself didn't make sense.
"Because I want to."
No pity. No hesitation. Just certainty.
That… was what made the girl freeze.
Slowly—hesitantly—she reached out.
Her small, trembling hand touched Valerie's.
Warm.
Later that night…
The girl sat at a long table, staring at the food placed before her as if it might disappear.
"Eat," Valerie said simply.
And she did.
She ate like someone who had forgotten what it meant to be full. Messy. Desperate. Alive.
Valerie watched quietly. No judgment. No interruption.
When the girl finally slowed, she looked up—eyes wide, uncertain.
"…Why are you doing this?"
Valerie answered without pause.
"Because I can."
Silence filled the room.
The girl clutched the edge of the table.
"For what purpose… am I living?"
It wasn't directed at Valerie. It was something she had asked herself countless times… with no answer.
But this time—
Valerie spoke.
"Then find one."
The girl blinked.
Valerie stood, turning slightly, her presence calm yet absolute.
"If you don't have a purpose… I'll be one."
She extended her hand again.
"Stay."
A single word.
But it carried weight.
A home. A future. A place to belong.
The girl stared at her hand… then slowly took it.
"…I don't have a name."
Valerie looked at her, thoughtful for a brief moment.
"…Mercedes."
The name settled gently into the air.
"From now on, that is your name."
The girl—Mercedes—repeated it softly, as if testing whether she was allowed to exist.
"…Mercedes…"
For the first time in her life—
She smiled.
That night, as she lay in a real bed, under warmth she had never known, a thought finally answered the question that had haunted her.
For what purpose am I living?
Her eyes closed.
To stay by her side.
To serve her.
To protect her.
She had her answer now.
This was her happiest moment life, she never thought that two more memories would take the same hight, but then again it was her beloved master who's the one gave her these memories.