Night settled over the mansion in a heavy, expectant hush.
Arven moved silently through the dim halls, a bucket in one hand and a cloth slung over his shoulder. Beside him, Daisy walked with a similar bundle, her expression unreadable.
They had been ordered to clean Lady Celyne's chambers that evening. No reason was given. No refusal was permitted.
Now they stood before the grand door to her private quarters. Two guards opened it wordlessly.
Inside, the air felt colder.
Celyne sat on a cushioned bench near the far wall, dressed in a sleek dark nightdress that shimmered faintly in the candlelight. A glass of wine rested in her hand, untouched.
Her sharp violet eyes followed their every step as they entered.
"Begin," she said simply.
Daisy bowed lightly and moved to the side, beginning to dust the shelves and clean the low tables. Arven followed suit, working along the opposite wall.
The room was immaculate, but they cleaned it all the same. Neither dared speak.
Arven could feel her gaze tracking him as he worked. Each movement seemed scrutinized.
Daisy shot him a brief glance once, a flicker of tension in her eyes. She, too, felt the weight of Celyne's attention.
Minutes passed in heavy silence.
Then Celyne's voice broke it.
"It is time."
Arven straightened, cloth still in hand.
"Pardon?" he asked.
Celyne's lips curved slightly.
"You will go now," she said. "Find her."
It took him a moment to catch her meaning.
"Tonight?" he asked, surprised. "I thought-"
"You thought wrong," Celyne interrupted softly. "This is a simple task. Do not stress. Go."
Her tone left no room for argument.
Arven hesitated for a heartbeat, then gave a small nod.
"As you wish."
He set his cleaning cloth aside and glanced once at Daisy. Her jaw was tight, eyes averted. She said nothing.
Without another word, Arven turned and left the chamber.
The halls were quieter than usual.
Most of the mansion's activity had dwindled for the night, though a few distant voices echoed faintly.
Arven advanced, focused and tense, feeling his pulse race.
How does she know exactly which nights Mariel slips away? he wondered.
The thought lingered. Celyne's grasp of the mansion's inner workings seemed unsettlingly precise.
As he walked, a faint pulse stirred in his awareness.
System note:
Target path approaching.
Desire trigger detected.
The words flickered and faded.
Arven pressed on.
After several turns, he found himself near a lesser-used hallway at the back of the mansion. The air here felt different. More charged.
Voices came from ahead.
Rounding the corner, he spotted a small cluster of lower servants standing nervously against the wall. Among them, a single figure moved with slow, deliberate grace.
Mariel.
She stood tall and poised, her black hair tied in a loose braid that fell over one shoulder. A sleek black dress hugged her curves, elegant yet designed to move freely.
Her pale skin seemed to glow faintly in the low light, her dark eyes scanning the gathered servants like a predator sizing up prey.
Even from a distance, Arven felt her presence.
System note:
Target engagement possible.
Fulfilling target's desire will initiate progression.
He drew a slow breath and approached, keeping his expression calm.
Mariel's gaze swept over the group.
Then it landed on him.
Her lips curved into a slow, knowing smile.
Without breaking eye contact, she licked her lips faintly.
Arven's pulse quickened.
Mariel stepped forward, heels clicking softly on the polished floor.
"You," she said, voice smooth as silk. "I have a special task for you tonight."
Arven inclined his head slightly.
"I am at your service."
Her smile deepened.
"Follow me."
Turning gracefully, she strode away without another word.
Arven followed.
She led him down a narrow side corridor, the walls closer now, shadows deeper.
At the end of the hall, she stopped before a small door. Without hesitation, she opened it, revealing a tight storage room cluttered with linens and old supplies.
She stepped inside first.
"Come."
Arven entered.
The door closed behind him with a soft click.
Mariel leaned back against the wall, eyes gleaming.
System note:
Target desire active.
Fulfilling desire will progress engagement path.
Arven swallowed once.
Mariel pushed off the wall with fluid grace, closing the distance between them in a single step.
Her fingers traced the edge of his collar, nails grazing lightly over his skin.
"You are new," she murmured, voice low and sultry. "I always enjoy fresh faces."
Her hand slid down his chest, fingers deft and confident, exploring the contours of his body.
"You will please me now."
It was not a request.
Her hand moved to his waist, undoing the belt with ease.
Arven's breath caught, but he held steady, eyes locked on her.
Mariel's smile grew.
"Good. No foolish stammering. I prefer it this way."
She pressed against him, body warm and soft, the faint scent of perfume and arousal filling his senses.
Arven moved instinctively, hands finding her waist, fingers digging in.
Mariel leaned in, lips brushing his ear.
"Touch me."
He obeyed.
His hands slid down her hips, gripping firmly, then trailing upward to cup her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress. Her nipples were hard beneath his palms.
Mariel moaned softly, breath hot against his skin.
Her own hands moved with skilled urgency, freeing his cock with ease. It sprang free, thick and already aching.
A pleased hum escaped her throat as she wrapped her fingers around him, stroking slowly, deliberately, her thumb brushing the sensitive tip.
"Very nice," she whispered, voice rich with promise.
Without pause, she lowered herself gracefully to her knees, eyes locked on his.
Her tongue flicked out, tracing the tip of his shaft, gathering a bead of pre-cum. She swirled it with a teasing flick before taking him into her mouth.
Arven groaned softly, fingers tightening at his sides.
Mariel worked expertly, mouth warm and wet, her movements smooth and steady. She took him deeper with each bob of her head, saliva slickening his length.
The sight of her, lips stretched around him, eyes gleaming with hunger, sent heat surging through his veins.
She glanced up once, eyes dark and knowing.
After several long, torturous moments, she pulled back with a wet pop, lips glistening.
"Now," she said softly, rising to her feet. "I want all of you."
Turning, she bent over a low stack of linens, dress riding high to reveal her bare, pale thighs and the glistening heat between them.
She looked back over her shoulder, eyes smoldering.
"Take me."
Arven stepped forward, positioning himself behind her. He ran the tip of his cock along her soaked entrance, teasing her folds.
Mariel gasped, hips pushing back eagerly.
With a slow, steady thrust, he entered her, her tight, slick walls clenching greedily around him.
Mariel cried out sharply, nails digging into the fabric beneath her.
"Yes," she moaned. "More."
He obeyed, driving deeper, hands gripping her hips.
Each thrust sent her rocking forward, her cries growing louder, raw and unrestrained.
The tight space seemed to vanish around them, heat and motion filling the air.
Arven felt the System pulsing faintly in the back of his mind.
System note:
Engagement path progressing.
Mariel's body trembled beneath him, her voice breaking into soft whimpers.
"Yes... harder... do not stop."
He complied, slamming into her with relentless force, sweat beading on his skin.
Mariel's breath came in ragged gasps, her slick walls milking him with each thrust.
Moments later, her body tensed, a sharp cry tearing from her throat as she climaxed, convulsing around him.
That was all it took.
Arven thrusted deeply one final time, groaning as he spilled inside her, hot spurts filling her eager cunt.
Breathless, he pulled back slightly, watching the way her body still shuddered from the aftershocks.
Mariel remained bent over for a moment, chest heaving, a satisfied smile curving her lips.
Arven stood there for a moment, chest heaving, cock still twitching inside her.
That was fast, he thought, jaw tight. Too fast. I need to stretch this out. Buy time. Keep her satisfied. Stay in control.
Before he could pull away, Mariel pushed back against him with a slow roll of her hips.
"You're not finished," she whispered, voice thick with hunger. "I can feel it. You can give me more."
She pulled off him with a slick sound and spun around, eyes blazing. Without hesitation, she pushed him roughly onto the nearby clothes stack.
"Your turn to be satisfied," she smirked, climbing into his lap.
Arven barely had time to react before she gripped his shaft and guided him back inside her dripping heat.
"Fuck," he groaned, hands finding her hips.
Mariel rode him hard, slamming herself down with brutal pace, breasts bouncing with each motion.
"Yes! Gods, yes! Deeper!" she cried, head thrown back in ecstasy.
Arven's grip tightened. He shifted suddenly, reversing their positions. In one swift move, he pinned her beneath him on the makeshift bedding, her legs spread wide.
He pounded into her mercilessly, driving sharp cries from her lips.
"Yes! More!" Mariel wailed, raking her nails down his back.
Arven wasn't done.
He flipped her again, this time pulling her onto all fours, ass high and swaying.
"Stay like that," he commanded, one hand gripping her hair, the other her hip.
He drove into her with renewed force, hips slapping against her ass, the sound echoing through the small room.
"Fuck! Yes! Harder!" Mariel screamed, voice raw and broken.
Arven's thrusts grew savage, driven by pure instinct now. The feel of Mariel's tight, slick heat wrapped around him, her voice a chorus of desperate cries, sent him spiraling closer to the edge.
"Yes! Gods! I'm coming!" she sobbed, body trembling violently beneath him.
"Take it," Arven growled, slamming into her with each brutal thrust.
Mariel shattered with a scream, her entire body convulsing. Her pussy clenched around him in wild, fluttering spasms, milking him mercilessly.
That was all it took.
With a guttural groan, Arven thrust deep one final time, cock throbbing as he poured hot, thick spurts of seed inside her.
Mariel moaned through her orgasm, pushing back to take every drop, her voice breaking into ragged gasps.
For a long moment, neither of them moved, bodies locked in the aftershocks of release.
Finally, Arven pulled out slowly, watching a mix of their fluids drip down her trembling thighs.
Mariel slumped forward onto the linens, chest heaving, a satisfied smile playing at her lips.
"Mmm… that was very good," she murmured, voice lazy with spent pleasure.
Arven stood over her, still catching his breath, sweat slick on his skin.
One hell of a spy mission, he thought grimly, running a hand through his damp hair.