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Content warning: Some mild humiliation and D/s, spanking, random OC fairy maid, futa Sakuya, relatively long intro, oral focus, bad writing and lack of proofreading(lol)
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The Lady had been entertaining some guests when disaster struck.
No, perhaps not real disaster. It was a little thing, really, but it happened at an unfortunate time: the littler Lady had had something of an incident only two days prior, and she had put the mansion in a tense mood. Nothing more than an accident of poor timing.
One of the Lady’s guests — one of her usual colorful guests from the village – found an entire spoon embedded in her dessert pudding. The guests themselves laughed it off without thinking twice and joked about it, but Remilia put a great deal of weight on such affairs and visibly let it bother her, mulling on the insignificant embarrassment for the rest of the visit. Perhaps they noticed, because made their excuses and they left sooner than usual.
It wasn’t insignificant to the small vampire.
As first direct subordinate to the head maid, the little fairy who was in attendance at dinner saw the catastrophe unfold as if in slow motion from her spot at the side of the room, where she stood waiting to serve.
Later, she stood stock still before the door to the Lady’s chambers and listened, rooted to the floor, to the dragging minutes of Remilia berating the head maid for the gaffe. The vampire’s shrill voice carried all the way to the main hall and beyond, while Sakuya’s voice couldn’t be heard at all.
Her ranting was clearly just venting, but to the poor little fairy that didn’t matter. Indeed, her mind was so filled with panic that no other information could enter – she wasn’t even processing what was being said.
A measly two weeks before, after months of prodding and what she thought were subtle hints, she had finally gotten the head maid to agree to start delegating more of the work to the fairies. Kitchen work, to be more precise. Then the first thing she does is make a royal bungle of it, after so much assuring her it was fine, she was ready, she was confident in her workers.
It wasn’t a personal
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Servants at Play Anonymous 2017/04/23 (Sun) 11:31 No. 38248 ▼ You crack your eyes open. The sun gouges them out and you quickly close them again.
Must have been a great night.
Your mind drifts for a while on the border of waking and dreaming, that fuzzy place where you're not really awake but not really asleep either.
...you can't sleep. Well, hell. You take a deep breath, open your eyes and wait for the pounding to start.
It doesn't. In fact you're feeling pretty good, relatively speaking. You've definitely felt better, and everything is hazy after a certain point, but at least you're n-
"Mmmmmm...."
You freeze. That wasn't you. It did come from somewhere around your throat, but not inside it. You carefully tilt your head to look, and find a head of long, silky blond hair nestled against your shoulder. Someone is lying on top of you. Someone very light.
And very naked, you quickly add. Your arm is draped protectively over her bare back. And now that you think to check, you don't seem to be wearing much either. You can feel the sheets against your skin.
And her skin against yours.
Until recently you'd have been thrilled with this development, but there are currently four adult women in a five-mile radius and
this isn't one of them. That leaves your co-workers, a bunch of airheaded and hyperactive little girls whom you have absolutely no interest in sleeping with, and you're pretty sure have no interest in you either.
What the hell did you do last night?
Your bedmate stirs and tries to roll over. A sharp tug at your nether regions startles her awake and confirms beyond any doubt the whereabouts of you rapidly-growing boner.
She twists her neck around to look up at you, wide-eyed.
"Good morning," you say lamely.
"G-good morning," she replies.
"...who are you?"
She blinks slowly a few times, shock giving way to confusion.
"...you don't remember?" she asks.
You shake your head. "It's all a blur after the party."
"You didn't look that drunk.&quo
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Springtime Anonymous 2017/04/29 (Sat) 02:50 No. 38251 ▼ "It's spring!" said Lily.
"It's midnight!" said Cirno.
And then they fucked.