(Erik's POV)
"Relax, My Master." Naerys said softly, her breath hit my cheek as she ran her hand down to my crotch, "This is my purpose."
"I did not ask for this." I said as I looked at her
She was blushing, "You do not need to." She said as she gently rubbed my thigh, her hand having moved there, "This is what I am for, Master Erik. I am yours to use at any time, that is my purpose. I am your maid, yes. But not just that, I am to be your servant, to unleash your carnal desires at a whim."
"Stop it." I said
She leaned back, her hand running back up to my chest, "What is the problem, My Master?" She said, "You are pent up, stressed. There is nothing to be worried about. Nobody will judge you should you decide to take me right here."
"That is not the point." I said with a frown, "I don't-"
"Do you fancy men?" She asked, a raised eyebrow on her face, "Is that it?"
"What? No." I shook my head, "That's not-"
"Then what could it be?" She asked, "Am I not desirable? Are my features not attractive enough for you?"
"Naerys." I said as I stood up, "The thing is, this is wrong. I don't deserve to have someone like you offer herself to me, okay? This whole thing is wrong. It feels like I am taking advantage of someone, how could I be so sure that this is your own free will and not the will of an outer being that can control you?"
She straightened up and looked at me, "Because." She said, "I know that I want this. In my heart, I am quite aware. I am sentient, aware of my own feelings. And I know that I want my Master to plunge his hard cock in my-"
"Geez." I said as I walked past her, "Give me a fucking break here."
"Master." She called over
I stopped and looked at her, "What is it?" I asked her, "I already told you, I won't have sex with you."
"I am not just a servant for you to unleash your desires." Naerys told me, looking at me with a serious expression, "I am also someone who is willing to listen to you, should you wish to speak to someone."
"What?" I said, "What are you talking about?"
"There is a conflict within you." She said, a slight smile on her face, "I can see it."
"Is that so?" I asked, "Hm, do not concern yourself with such things."
"If My Master commands me not to do anything, then so be it." She said, "But the offer is still there. To spend time conversing or....spending time in bed."
I rolled my eyes, "Whatever." I said as I turned around and began to walk away, "Don't make me regret any of this."
"Of course." I heard her say,
"You will not regret this at all."
**************
I was sitting down on a chair in the main chambers of the manor, reading a book as a candle was illuminating the pages. Jasker was still in the city, searching for Lydia who had disappeared not too long ago. I know the fool was worried about her, but for him to spend that much time in looking for him in Whiterun was too much.
I then noticed that Naerys was on the corner of the room, dusting off some vases on the shelves that were at eye-level to her. Her back was turned to me, her maid skirt was awfully shorter than usual.
When did she get a change of clothes? Is that not a new dress?
She was slowly stepping to the side, her thighs exposed with every step as she dusted the shelves. I couldn't help but watch her do this, reaching up to the top shelf, which was around my eye-level. She was gently dusting off the edges of the shelf, moving her hand in a serene and elegant manner.
She was on her tiptoes as she did this; her skirt was lifting up slightly and showing the back of her thighs. I saw her fair-skin glow in the light of the candles; her thighs looked quite big and squishy. If anyone were to grab them, their fingers would probably sink into-
Why the fuck am I thinking this? What is it with these thoughts?
"Hm." I said as I looked back at the book
"Master." I heard Naerys speak up
"What is it?" I asked, not looking up
"You are a Nord, no?" She asked, "That is true, no?"
"Hm..." I said, flipping the page
"Why do I see some Orcish items?" She asked me
I looked up at her, seeing that she was on one of the other shelves, dusting off an orcish steel gauntlet.
"I can't have Orcish items?" I asked
She side-eyed me, "Many Nords are too proud to possess such things, especially if it is from a race they deem inferior." She said, "So I find it odd."
"First of all, not all Nords are like that." I said, "And secondly, I am not one of them, okay? What does it matter if I have a piece of Orcish armor? Maybe I killed an Orcish Warrior in combat and kept his gauntlet."
"Why have it displayed in a shelf then?" She asked as she walked over to a table, wiping it with a rag she had on her hand, "It is quite odd. Is it something important?"
"Don't worry about it." I said
"Oh, let me just...." She said as she bent over the table, wiping the entirety of the surface, "Hm...."
As she bent over, her skirr lifted up completely and I could see the way her thighs and ass-cheeks were exposed. Her undergarments were quite smaller than I anticipated and I could see almost everything, the way she was bending over.
I looked away almost immediately, "Tch...." I said under my breath, "Why would you ask too many questions about a single gauntlet I have?"
"Mayhaps it belonged to an Orc that meant something to you." She said, "It is but a question."
Okay, she doesn't know that I looked at her ass. It was quite big and round, I won't lie. But damn, this is not something I should be dealing with at all.
This woman.....
"I think I know what it is." She said
I glanced over to see her straightening up, "Oh yea?"
"My Master fought side by side with an Orc and he gained his respect." She said as she looked at me, "He does not seem like the type to view others as inferiors solely because of their race. My Master is a mighty warrior, with a pride like no other."
"Hm." i said, "That's one way to put it."
She walked over to my chair, wiping the small table next to my chair, "Did I get it right?" She asked, "Was my guess correct?"
"Not really." I said as I looked back at the book, "But good attempt, Naerys. I-"
She had placed her hand on the page, blocking the view, "Then, what might it be?" She asked, "Why must a Nord like you have something seemingly insignificant here?"
I looked back at her, "That is not something you should worry about." I said, "Drop the subject."
She stared into my eyes for a few seconds, "Very well." She said as she looked at my lips, for whatever reason, "I apologize. I require punishment."
"You can strike my bottom if you desire."