Mara simply nodded, taking Rae's hand. She still hadn't said a word and was trembling slightly.
"Take your time and enjoy yourself, Rae!" the green-haired elf called out loudly, already chatting with Alice as if nothing had happened.
This is going to be fun, Mara thought to herself as she guided the nervous knight toward the stairs leading up to the third floor.
When they passed through the door of the deluxe room, Mara paused for a moment, surprised by the atmosphere inside.
The curtains were drawn shut, candles scattered around the room cast a dim, warm glow, and an enormous bed covered in rose petals dominated the center.
On the bedside table, several bottles of sweet-scented creams rested neatly.
Staying here was definitely the right decision, she thought, a note of satisfaction—almost smugness—creeping in.
"I-I d-don't th-think th-this is a p-place f-for a n-noble…" the girl behind her stammered, visibly flushed, eyes wide as saucers.
"You have nothing to worry about, dear," Mara replied, slipping into the role with a naturalness that surprised even herself. "Just take off your armor and lie down on the bed… I'll take care of the rest."
As she spoke, she reached out and gently caressed Rae's face, feeling the noble's skin burn beneath her touch.
Rae trembled under Mara's fingers, her face flushed all the way to the roots of her black hair. Her eyes avoided Mara's, as if holding her gaze would be too dangerous—too real.
"You have nothing to worry about, dear," Mara whispered, leaning in until her lips nearly brushed the noble's. "Just take off your armor and lie down on the bed… I'll handle everything else."
Rae swallowed audibly.
Her hands—normally steady when wielding a sword—now shook as she undid the clasps of her heavy breastplate.
Mara said nothing; she simply watched, savoring every second of that slow surrender.
Metal hit the floor with sharp clangs, echoes that seemed to announce the fall of an invisible barrier.
When Rae was left wearing only a thin camisole clinging to her body with nervous sweat, and silk panties already completely soaked, Mara stepped behind her.
She wrapped her arms around Rae and spoke directly into her ear.
"Tell me the truth, my lady," she murmured, her voice low and thick with desire."How many nights did you touch yourself alone in your huge bed, imagining a commoner like me sneaking in without permission and spreading your legs?"
Rae let out a soft moan, almost a sob.
"Many…" she confessed in a trembling whisper."Since I was a teenager. It was always someone without a name, without a title… someone who didn't ask for permission. Who pushed me against the wall, lifted my skirt and… and put her fingers inside my pussy until I screamed."
"And what else did that commoner do in your fantasies?" Mara pressed, sliding a hand beneath the camisole to brush against a hardened nipple.
"She… she licked me," Rae gasped, arching back against Mara's body. "She forced me to sit on her face. She told me that nobles like me exist only to be fucked by girls like her… that my pussy belonged to her, to use whenever she wanted."
Mara smiled against her neck.
"Then tonight, your fantasy becomes reality, my lady."
The orange-haired girl guided her to the bed and laid her on her back among the rose petals already sticking to her damp skin.
Mara knelt between Rae's open legs and, unhurriedly, slid off her panties, revealing a shaved, pink, swollen pussy, throbbing with desire.
Her outer lips were parted from arousal, a shining string of wetness stretching from the fabric to her entrance.
"Look at yourself," Mara said hoarsely. "So wet you're already dripping… and I haven't even touched your pussy yet."
"D-don't… don't say things like that…" Rae moaned, covering her face with her hands in embarrassment.
"I say them," Mara replied, spreading her legs wider, "because that's what you always wanted to hear—a girl from below telling you how much of a slut you become when you're touched."
Mara lowered her head and gave the first long, slow lick from Rae's entrance up to her clit.
Rae cried out, her hips lifting off the bed. Mara held her firmly by the hips and began to lick with devotion—slow circles around the clit, gentle suction, flat strokes that covered her entire pussy.
Every time Rae tried to close her legs from the intensity, Mara forced them open again.
"Open wider, my lady," she ordered against her soaked skin. "Nobles don't close their legs when a commoner is eating their pussy. Show me how good I make you feel."
Rae obeyed with a sob, fully exposing herself.
Mara pushed her tongue inside her, fucking her with deep strokes while her thumb pressed down on the clit.
"Please… please, put your fingers in me… I want to feel full…"
Mara looked up, her lips shining with Rae's juices.
"What do you want me to put inside you, my lady? Say it clearly."
Rae writhed, petals sticking to her sweaty back.
"Your fingers! Put your fingers inside my pussy, please!"
Mara complied.
First one finger, carefully—Rae was so tight, so untouched, that she had to go slowly.
The noble gasped, her inner walls pulsing around the intruding finger. Mara moved it in circles, searching for that sensitive spot while returning to her clit with her mouth.
"Another… please, another finger… I want you to open me up…"
The second finger slid in more easily, aided by her abundant wetness. Mara began to fuck her in a steady rhythm, curling her fingers upward while her mouth never stopped sucking.
Rae screamed as the orgasm crashed over her, her pussy clamping down hard around Mara's fingers, a hot gush soaking Mara's hand and face.
The noble trembled all over, legs shaking, nipples hard as stone beneath the camisole.
Mara slowly moved up, kissing every inch of skin until she reached her mouth. The kiss was deep and filthy; Rae tasted herself on Mara's tongue and moaned into the servant's mouth.
"Now you're going to feel my pussy against yours," Mara announced, quickly stripping off her skirt and panties.
She positioned herself above Rae, aligning their pussies. The first friction was electric—clit against clit, wetness against wetness.
Mara began to move slowly, letting Rae feel every grind.
"This is what you always wanted, isn't it?" she whispered as she picked up speed."To have a girl like me fuck your pussy… make you moan like a cheap whore in a bed that isn't even yours."
"Yes… yes… fuck me harder… please, use me like your toy…" the noble knight begged.
Mara obeyed, thrusting forcefully, the wet, obscene sound of their pussies slapping together filling the room.
Petals flew with every movement, sticking to their sweaty bodies as Rae dug her nails into Mara's back, begging between moans.
"Tell me my pussy is yours! Tell me you can fuck me whenever you want!" Rae cried out.
"Your pussy is mine tonight, my lady," Mara growled against her neck. "And I'm going to come all over you until you can't take any more."
They were right on the edge of a second orgasm, bodies tense, breaths ragged—when suddenly…
The door to the room flew open.
Both of them froze, panting, their pussies still joined in a torturous grind.
Mara turned her head toward the doorway, her heart pounding.
Standing in the threshold, framed by the warm light of the hallway, a familiar figure watched them in silence.
The day, it seemed, still had more surprises.