It is good to have thee. I am Humbel, but ye may call me Bel for short.
Thou shalt most like to find me scurrying about the halls, attending to mine betters-- certainly not eavesdropping! Heavens no!
How dare ye insinuate such a thing...
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She/Her (admin uses She/They/It), Bisexual, 28, UK 😔
Polyamorous, however- married IRL, so I'm not especially looking for any relationships/something serious here- Humbel is a character, and while she is an aspect of myself, I am a person outside of this blog.
For NSFW interactions: please be aware that I am not comfortable doing so unless we have built some kind of rapport first- this could either be through sfw rp interactions, or being friendly (normal style) with me beforehand ♥
Kink List - Humbel/Perroy - Humbel/Caldwell
I am not sure how active I will be here, I've never made an rp account before, but I'll do my best! My main is @cosmicbrainfungus if you're interested in CRPGs and the like.
Religion Warning, I guess? Humbel was taught Catholicism, but I (admin) am agnostic. I grew up in casually religious areas, Church of England specifically, and thought that would be interesting for me to explore here- otherwise, it's really not all that deep.
If any mention of this church makes you uncomfortable, you should probably leave.
miniatures from a richly illustrated manuscript of friedrich meyer's büchsenmeister- und feuerwerksbuch, a book on gunsmithing and the pyrotechnical arts for entertainment as well as military purposes. produced in strasbourg (?), 1594
source: Munich, BSB, Cgm 8143, ff. 143r, 135v-136r, and 145r
on the culture of early modern fireworks spectacles see, among others, kevin salatino: incendiary art: the representation of fireworks in early modern europe (1997) [link to pdf]
Oh my goshh I would HATEEEE👀👀👀👀if someone would use condescending praise with me👀👀👀👀like thats so weirddddddd👀👀👀or if they tell me im pathetic and dumb👀👀👀👀👀like who even likes that👀👀👀👀👀👀👀
A small picnic basket in one hand, Sierra makes her way to Humbel's home. It has been some time since last they have been able to sit down and have a chat. It was before the Ball, surely. Too much time.
Mentally she goes over the items again. Fresh made buns, strawberry jam, and some smaller jars of honey. She hoped that Bel was home, and would be available for a visit. Sierra walks to Bel's door and knocks. She tries out a couple ways to hold the basket as she waits: held in hand, tucked into the elbow, both hands holding the handle. Then the door opens and she locks eyes with Humbel.
[I open the door to the servants homequarter, not usually does someone knock- lest they be stranger to the estate—
and I smile, meeting the eyes of Sierra- twas no stranger at all—]
my friend-! [I pull her into a gleeful hug] it hath been too long— pray, I apologise for mine busyness so- here, thou hast brought something-?
[the sweet aroma from the basket catches on the breeze through the door- I look to her, stepping away and clasping mine hands together eagerly]
[gleeful hug returned in kind] I pray that mine visit comest at an acceptable hour. [I turn back the clean linen on the basket to reveal the treats inside.] Tis been too long since last thine eyes and mine met. I, well, I hoped perhaps this may be a sweet treat for enjoyment.
there is always time for thee, my friend— [as she turns back the linen, my eyes widen, and my hands pull up to my chest- my pleasant smile widening to a beam] this is wonderful, Sierra-! thou art so kind to prepare such-!
pray, let us eat in the gardens, tis quite lovely out today— lest ye had a place else in mind-? [I ask cheerily, offering her mine arm]
Hello, dear Maid. It's been some time - my apologies for my absence. I come bearing cake, which I hope that is apology enough for my truancy. It's lemon, I believe.
@your-evil-adviser
[I smile as soon as I hear thy familiar voice, and look up from my journal quickly, closing and setting it down beside me in the bay window]
Perroy-! I had began to wonder if I had been forgotten- [I say teasingly, not meaning a lick of it] tis good to see you, friend...
...lemon cake, you say-? [I raise my head, taking a quick sniff in thy direction] it certainly smells so--
Now how could such a charming maid ever be forgotten? [He smiles faintly, carefully pulling the wrapped lemon cake from the small bag he's carrying and offering it as he goes to sit beside her.]
I hope you have been looking after yourself, Bel? ... I really am rather sorry I haven't checked in. There has been rather a lot going on. But I am quite pleased to see you.
[thy compliment makes my smile widen, crinkling my nose and eyes-
carefully, I take the cake from his hands, settling it onto my lap- the brush of our fingers would be secretly savoured, more than this dessert would]
pray, do not worry yourself for it- Balthazar- your position is a busy one, and holds duties far more important than laundry and table setting—
I am as well as I can be, I suppose— I worry more for my friends, the way things are currently- everything feels so dark, so uncertain- and I struggle to know where best to put mine efforts— [I open my mouth to continue, but stop myself- shaking my head, then looking to Perroy apologetically]
forgive me- we hath not spoke in a while, and I would hate for it to be of mine ruminations—
what of you, ser-? I hope you are taking care also— knowing how busy you get does worry me so…
No - if you are worried about something, I'd like to hear it, dear maid. After all, that's part of why I wished to check on you. I know how much goes on around here. So if you have thoughts, then speak.
... and don't discount your own hard work. Just because our roles are different doesn't mean yours is easy, by any stretch of the imagination.
I'm- [He pauses, trying to work out where to even start.] ... I'm well enough. There are, as always, many things happening. But I'm fine, thank you. It's kind of you to ask.
[the furrow of mine brow deepens, and- while hesitant, I reach for thine arm- caressing it with my thumb gently]
…Balthazar- asking how one is- that is courtesy, not kindness- I fear you believe it so because you do not get enough of it— which worries me all the more— [I say, offering a weary smile] kindness, that is sweet- such as one bringing cake with thy visit—
I…that is-
[mine voice trails off- thinking over what hath troubled me of late- thinking better of telling thee- and then- I fear- what would happen if I do not]
…I found Helm, some days ago— it… it were in a terrible state— [I press my lips to a firm line and quickly look away, holding an overwhelming sickness back] …strung up, like to be bled— God- and bleed it did—
[His brow furrows, and he reaches to wrap an arm around her.] Strung up. Like-? Ah. ... and you found it, Humbel? I'm so sorry. That sounds - deeply, deeply upsetting.
[Helm had mentioned that, hadn't it? It had been strung up by the wizard, as punishment for whatever it had done to Severino. He squeezes Humbel reassuringly nonetheless, frowning.]
I understand if you don't wish to speak of it, but I am here to listen if you do. I feel you have been made to endure rather more than should be expected of you, since your arrival in Bloodhaven.
[ thy hold is warm, safe- one I hadn’t realised I needed- for more than just the horror which I had seen of late— of many- of years—
the sound of a tear landing atop the cake box snaps me out of my stupor, and I quickly dab mine eyes with my sleeve- clearing my throat ]
ah, forgive me- a moment— [I take a breath in, steadying my self- it does not take long to return to something resembling calm, even if I am not]
it…it would do no good to speak of what I saw— I do not wish for even the idea of it to burden you so— I…I fear for Helm- I hath not seen it since freeing it from its snare—
it…told me of an alliance it held with- with the Viscount- the one who terrors Bloodhaven— I fear it hath been recaptured, or…worse…
Well... about that much at least I can reassure you. It has not been captured by the Viscount. It is - currently held within Bloodhaven's cells.
Something is happening to it - the parasites within it are making changes, I believe. I have no particular faith that it will be held long, however. So if you do see it - please be careful, Humbel? It is - more erratic than usual, and while I don't believe it has yet threatened you, it is very much not out of the realm of possibility.
[He doesn't comment upon the tear, simply rubs her arm gently as he holds her close.]
[I blink, once- then thrice whence looking to Perroy-] p...parasites-? then- what is itself-? I--
[panic begins to arise- tis an impossibility that I had ne'er considered] ...what do I speak to when...when we-- [a trembling hand searches for my face, unsure if it is to hold it or to hide it] ...parasites-? it is controlled by...I- I do not understand-! how do you know this-?!
[His eyes widen a little. He pulls her properly into his arms now, wrapping them around her in an attempt to reassure her.]
My apologies, dear maid, I didn't know you weren't aware.
There is - something within it. They look like centipedes, but they're sentient creatures - sometimes when it speaks, it's actually the bugs. Have you noticed it sounds - different, sometimes? Even within the same sentence, occasionally. As I understand it, it is essentially like conversing with two separate entities, though... the line between them is sometimes blurry.
I've - seen them. Spoken with them. There was - well, something of an incident, not too long ago. ... hence it currently being in the cells.
[mine hands search Perroy's back and shoulders- as if to check he is real, that mine world is not some sick farce-- finding nothing of that- only thy warmth- care- I am safe- I pray quietly into his shoulder that I am safe]
...incident-? t-...the parasites- they speak-? but-
...I...I had noticed- that it's voice strains and changes- but- I thought it were a cause of it's curse- how could I hath known it were another-?
my Lord Caldwell, and now this-?
[my head falls, eyes rested to the crook of his shoulder- words muffling into it] please...please tell me nothing had happened to you--
Well, it did - try. But I am unharmed. Thankfully Knight Captain Thorn is adept with a sword.
[He rubs her back gently.]
I'm unsure on how the parasites interact with the curse - from what they've said, it sounds as though Helm itself was already cursed before the bugs were involved. Needless to say, the situation is complicated. I just wished you to be aware so you could keep yourself safe.
Don't let anything which looks like a centipede near you.
[this almost makes me laugh] I try mine best not to, in the first place- but- certainly now I shall be more frequently checking under mine pillows before bed--
[I sigh, long and slow, relaxing into their hold- finally]
...most glad am I to know you were not alone- I do not wish to think what would happen if those things...if they near'd you--
pray, I hope the Knight Captain were unharmed, also- perilous days, are these--
He was fine, thankfully. I would have been rather unhappy at my dereliction of duty as his host here, otherwise. But - yes. Perilous days, indeed. [He frowns, still rubbing her back slowly.]
... this is a somewhat ridiculous question, Bel, but - do you carry anything with you for self defense? And if not, would you wish to?
[I pull away slightly to look at thee- yet still holding thy sides- needing the stability— I wear a weary expression, unfortunately now not too perplexed by this ask of his]
…I do not- and- I fear I would do more harm to myself than any other if I did carry…any such thing—
I…suppose I would- if- you think it best for me— but, I know not who would have time to train me so during such busy times—
It is up to you, if it would make you feel safer. If I am entirely honest, it helps me little - I carry a blade myself, but the use of it requires an enemy to be so close that it would likely be a last ditch defense. But it would at least be that. I'd be happy to teach you what I know, though it's hardly very much. It isn't my area of expertise.
[He reaches up to touch her cheek, studying her.]
The choice is yours. The risk of these things sometimes is making someone overly bold. It is... vexing, undignified, but sometimes the best course really is to run for help. As much as I personally do not like it.
We are not knights. And even knights can be slain, especially when facing things which border on inexplicable.
[my face tilts, reflexively leaning in to thy touch] I am not so bold to closen my self to danger- at least, not knowingly--
[I close mine eyes a moment, thinking, pressing my lips to a flat line] ...but perhaps it would be good to have something- as you say- I am no Knight- and would have more luck running to one, than fighting as one-
even so- something, that would be better than nothing- [I look to thee once more, reluctantly accepting this truth]
[thy soft kiss causes me to tense- but it is not a bad thing- I glance around sheepishly, mine cheeks slightly flushed]
so you hath said before... [I say with a coy smile and clasp of thine shoulder] ...thank you...
...I would not lie and say that mine bravery were not tested, lately- I...I would appreciate it greatly if you would find me a blade that I could feasibly use--
pray, when you do, let me know of its cost- and I shall return the coin--
[I settle into my seat proper once more, tension dropping from mine body-] ...t'would be a terrible thing for this to be all we speak of, after so long- I should like to sweeten my time here with you, instead--
if you would like- shall we share in this cake-?
[mine expression remains open, as if I were to say more- soon discarding it, and watching thy worrisome face patiently]
That sounds lovely. I shall not take too much of it though - this portion is for you, and I would not deny you of it. [He smiles faintly, resettling himself as well and neatly smoothing his robes over his knees.]
We shall have to see which type of cake is most favourable, this or the palace cake I brought you before. This one isn't made by my hand, to be clear. Do you have a favourite in general, sweet maid? Or just any cake?
at least a bite or two- then— [my smile warms and widens, in hopes to ease us both- and I begin to fiddle with the neat little parcel]
I enjoy my cakes certainly, now I am free to do so, but- my favourite…? that would treacle— there is a certain depth to it, and I prefer ones which fare darker in colour— once-! [I remember something, and look to thee most excitedly] once- very, very long ago- I had the chance to taste of chocolate and treacle cake- twas one like none other— I am fortunate to even hold it in mine memory…
[opening the cake, I take mine attention back to it, and take a deep breath of the sharp sweet smell of lemon— it is decorated simply- with only a pale drizzle and flecks of candied peel- tis all it needs to look wonderful]
you say you had not made this one- then, doth that mean you had made the other-?
[mine eyebrows arch, pleasantly surprised- and I lean near- perhaps too eager for mine own good] you are a wonderful baker, Balthazar- I had not known how fortunate I were to have enjoyed such a treat made by yourself—!
pray, tell me, do you bake often-? and- I am assuming you hath done so a while-? [I remember myself, straightening out once again- though there is undoubtedly an impish glitter to mine eye] what a delightful thing to know of you…
[I pick at the cake now, breaking off a small piece with my fingers, and setting it to mine tongue—
it tastes even more wonderful than it smells- bright and refreshing, a moist crumb, with the topping providing a wonderful crunch- I hum in blissful satisfaction]
Not often, no. And really only that specific recipe. As I say, it's one I'm fond of, so it's nice to just - indulge in my own nostalgia at times. It's probably a little rich and heavy for most tastes - not quite the delicate sponges and patisserie which is popular in court. Though I suppose nor is treacle tart. [He smiles faintly, watching her eat.]
I should have thought to bring tea as well, really. But cake is perfectly good on its own.
I could not expect you to visit from afar with tea as well as cakes- ser— such a thing can be saved for another time, perhaps—
[I reach again for the cake, breaking off another piece-] tis rather lovely, this cake- though, pray excuse my bias, none could beat one which hath been made by your own hand—
[then, I hold out the piece high before thy face- offering it to him, uncertain yet inspirited]
if I may ask- of what occasions did you have such cakes-?
[I hum, pleased Perroy hath accepted the bite from mine hand— watching him fondly as he eats]
…it hath been a while since I had some, it were a favourite of the last court which I had attended— often for feasts— the staff would enjoy the leftovers, or the “imperfect” bakes— [I shrug, providing quotation marks with mine fingers to match the sardonic tone] honestly, I could rarely tell the difference—
[I pop another piece in my mouth, licking mine fingertips clean]
I am glad such things weren't wasted. I think in a couple of kitchens I've seen, occasionally those imperfect bakes are held to... extremely high standards. A perk of the job.
I will make a note to find some treacle tart for next time, then. A not-at-all-imperfect bake.
[I laugh, quiet and conspiratorially] well- often we would not tell them we had done so— the food of Nobility were too fine for our mouths to dare comprehend- so to say—
I shall rather look forward to having some, though, I do worry that our only pastime shall be finding me cakes for review…
[I clear mine throat- eyes widening— the new turn of thine mood, and the apparent mess on my face- causes a warm rising prickle o’er mine cheek]
t-twas not what I had meant to insinuate—! I… [mine feet closen together, anxiously scuffing against the other- soon then, I sigh, relinquishing something of myself]
…I hath missed you, ser, verily— though- though I wonder if I am too greedy for mine own good sense— or, lack thereof it— [my eyes wander thy face- studying thy expression, and all the little things which make it]
Greedy in what way, dear maid? Wishing to spend time with someone whose company you enjoy is hardly greedy. And again, I am sorry that my time has been so stretched as of late.
Tell me. What do you desire? What are you greedy for, dear Bel?
[I shake my head, lowering mine eyes from thee] tis no a cause for apology- busyness— and I would ne’er demand as much, either—
only—
[my mouth hangs open in pause, any good words failing me here-]
…I desire your desire- Balthazar— what I am greedy for, tis greed of me— it feels foolish to say so- yet— [I glance back at thee, so vulnerable under thy gaze] …yet- I hath found myself, late in the night- wondering if I had tasted my last of you— sweeter than any cake that could be given to me, I would trade it all for one more—
[He cups her cheek properly this time, no pretense of brushing away crumbs as he meets her gaze, calm and steady.]
I would not forsake you that way, without a word. Doing so would be a terrible cowardice, and I apologise that you felt you had cause to worry.
[He hesitates, something flickering through his eyes.]
I do wonder if perhaps we need to have a conversation, though. I realise that my actions can lead to... misunderstandings, and I would not wish to mislead you.
... you are aware that my time here is temporary, correct? Bloodhaven is... interesting, and certainly provides both a novel challenge and a great number of interesting people to spend time with.
... but it is not permanent, for me. I will always hold great affection for you, and once I have moved on I will be certain to return with frequency, both to see how things are going here and visit you, my friend.
But - I don't know that I can offer - permanence. And I don't wish to lead you into thinking I can.
[There's something uncharacteristically hesitant in his eyes as he studies her.]
... it would wound me greatly to disappoint you. I'm not always certain how - lasting people expect such encounters to be.
[I close mine eyes, letting a slow, long breath through my nose—
smiling, then, once they reopen to meet thee-]
nay, I know as much— Caldwell is not your Lord, and Bloodhaven is not your land— I had ne’er expected such permanence from thee- forgive me, for making it seem so—
[I settle my palm over thy hand at my cheek, then gently prise it away, cradling it carefully between us- tis much larger- though certainly more delicate than mine]
…mine fear was to simply not make the most of thee, whilst thou were here— do not worry for disappointing me- for such a thing is not a possibility of thine— well, only if last we spoke would be of such sorryness— [I huff, though there is a cool in mine brief laughter]
naught in life is lasting- Balthazar— [I say with a soft squeeze of thy fingers] I can only wish to enjoy what I have, whilst I have it—
[then, my smile turns on thee- a wry whisper upon it] …tis sweet to know of your fondness of me- howe’er— that, I shall keep proudly—
For what it is worth, if that permanence would have been something you wanted, I am sorry. Anyone who takes that place within your life is truly blessed.
[He squeezes her hand in reply, then lifts it to kiss her fingers.]
... but, for what it is worth... my evening now is yours, if you would wish it. I can offer now, if not forever.
I…try not to consider permanence of those I share these little loves with- forgive me for describing it so- I…know no other way of it—
[mine fingers stretch outwards, brushing over thy lips again- examining their softness, their every groove—
my voice hath lowered now, filled with deeper intention, of my desire] …as I say- I feared I hath tasted my last of thee, forgotten for the interesting, before e’er knowing it—
[across his lips, my fingers now clasping gentle around thy jaw, through his hold of me- holding him in turn- holding him close—] …your evening is mine- you say-?
[my faded smile returns, wider than before, watching the movement of thy lips through lowered eyelashes]
one of which, that it were a shame- our time spent last were bringing me to completion once- and that I had naught to do for thee in turn—
I do like to see myself useful- ser—
...I am most curious for what you had in mind for me—
[at this- thy firm touch and firm words- my body warms, and mine face flushes completely— drawing a small, gasping whimper out of me— one which I soon embarrassedly bite back]
...tis- a terrible contradiction you hath put on me— [my fingers which clasp thy jaw fan out, laying softly over thy neck- feeling thy heat, how soft and tender the skin feels here, the pulse beneath—
mine brow furrows, and I breathe heavy across thy lips- setting only the faintest of kisses beside them- teasingly so—]
[I swallow, feeling myself tense and yet limpen at the same time- arching my body toward thy pressing thumbs]
...there is a thrill to it- I hath found— [I mumble e'er so quietly, so ashamed, closing my eyes to the room] ...could you forgive such a thing, if I say it is not tempering—? that- it is rather the opposite—?
[my hands now trail across thee- the one at thy neck, slipping around, and holding him by the nape— the other across thy shoulder, down, and by his waist- grasping at the fabric—
tis a hold which begs to keep me steady- whilst my thighs press themselves together without mine say so-]
[He chuckles quietly, the sound soft and indulgent. He touches her more firmly now, kneading into her flesh.]
Could I forgive you? Am I the one you seek forgiveness from? If so, then the answer is yes - yes, of course.
[He kisses her neck with a gentle graze of teeth.]
In fact, I rather like it. Is it something you play with yourself, when you are alone? Pushing just a little too hard, a little too much? Craving more, deeper, harder, so it's just on the verge of pain?
Or do you prefer the sharper pain? A slap? Or the rake of nails, with the sweet leftover sting as a reminder of your own depravity?
[His hand shifts downwards, inflicting gentle pressure on her stomach - just a little too high to be satisfying.]
[my breath hitches- writhing now under thy digging fingers, far from subtle- all soft groans at the feel of his teeth o'er mine neck—
I feel terrible, grabbing at him how I do- though I fear to fall apart if I don't—] ...by myself-? I...
[I lean my face against thine, and begin mine quiet confessions—]
...doing so myself- tis not the same thing— though...there hath been times- after sealing a missive- I...could not help keep my self from the wax— e'er thankful am I, that mine cloth hides mine skin— the faint marks which remain...hath been noticed before—
[my face burns, as does my body- though- it feels safe to tell him such things- my God whom heard me truly before, assuredly would again]
I...before I hath tried twine...I...would wrap some to my thighs- 'neath mine skirts— the relief of a long day with it- that...that were sweet—
...though ne'er as much, as a strike from a lover— [I hush my voice further, and it falls coarse against thy ear] ...how I hath touched my self- using mine bruised arm- after the Voices which posses the Baron had hurt me so— twas a sweet pain I hath found- and sought til it heal'd—
... I am always most gratified to discover how deep your true nature runs, dearest Bel. Wax, ropes, a raised hand... such base desires you lay before me.
[And yet he speaks of it with something closer to reverence than disgust.]
Perhaps we will have to replicate it so I may admire it. The wax, in particular, I can imagine being well worth seeing. Red, I think, like the dress you wore to the Ball. The colour did so suit you; I would very much enjoy seeing it spilled across your thighs.
[He bites her earlobe, harder this time, but still teasing. Then, all at once, he pulls away.]
Strip for me, maid. Let's see the evidence of your depravity.
...that you would do such a thing, with me- I...know not how I hath become so fortunate, for mine- depravities- to be tended so...not...ne'er by one such as thee—
[there were a look of relief in my face, strangely- one of unburdening- exhaling the rest in a slow sigh as Perroy releases me—
thy touch is missed, though I know it would only be for a moment- and this knowledge makes me smile, warm and contented- so I stand- setting the open parcel of cake aside on a nearby tabletop, folding it closed—
I then turn and- my eyes catch on the large window which he reclines at the seat of— we were up high, the likelihood of being seen was slim- especially with the dense tree which covers most of it—
picking the needles from mine veil, as I had done before, I peer at him curiously— ] ...how brave are you, ser-? [I ask teasingly, folding and setting mine headdress down, before setting to the lace of my pinafore-]
twould be ill for a reputation such as yours to be sullied for this—
[He raises an eyebrow, glancing back at the window as well, then at her.] It has weathered worse, I imagine. Likely the mad dash through the castle to find a room with a lockable door would be more risky. I have been... fairly lucky so far in being undiscovered.
[He makes himself comfortable as he watches each piece of clothing fall away.] ... what did happen to your dress from the Ball? You'd said you were considering buying another which could be worn more casually, correct? I suppose the other is a little... involved for daily use.
I...simply have not been out shopping for one- I could not bring myself to, with such events occurring— it felt...unreasonable of me—
[I pout, stepping from mine shoes and shrugging off my workdress- folding it quickly across the back of a tucked in chair—]
my ball dress is in my room- set on its dressform, but covered— I do not wish for it to be damaged- but...I like to keep it out- far too pretty is it to store away—
[I brush my hands across my thighs through mine shift, hesitating a moment- before slipping it off mine shoulders, and I laying it across the rest of mine clothes—
tis faint, yet the darkened marks still remain- clearly enough—
faded tracks of two in the centre of my right thigh- one below, above mine knee- and a thicker band which sits at the top, where the swell of my thigh meets my hip—
it is a slight imprecise, and simple, yet something I have undoubtedly had practice in doing- my face reddening again as I stand near to thee]
...I certainly doubt that your 'mad dash' is as damaging to thine reputation, as you would believe it so—
[His eyebrows raise slightly, and he reaches out to trace the marks with the tips of his fingers.]
... beautiful. You never fail to surprise and delight me, dear maid. Now whenever I see you I will be imagining what you're wearing beneath that modest outer layer.
[He digs his fingernails in lightly, thoughtful.]
Sadly I come ill-prepared; we will have to find another time to indulge in that particular vice. Though I will say; do be careful with twine, my sweet. Lasting harm is not the aim, and thinner bindings can cut deeper.
[He trails his nails down her thigh, leaving red marks on the skin. His voice drops to a teasing purr on the next words.]
As for my reputation - I feel it's less that, and more my dignity I fear for. My dignity will suffer little if we're discovered like this, after all. I won't be the one naked and dripping, after all.
[ mine face and body tenses- a throb of pleasure beats through me with my pulse— my thighs press together once again, putting well needed pressure between my legs— ]
…forgive mine shortsightedness- ser— I shall make sure to get something more appropriate for such things— [my voice is breathy- deepened— practically amoan as Perroy leaves his mark down mine still sensitive leg—
watching him- my hips twitch forward involuntarily- excitement bare in my hazy eyes]
…you assume dignity is a thing offered to a maid- [I swallow, thick wetness beginning to coat my mouth] …and- you certainly dripped with me, the last time— naked or no—
[I bite at the reminiscing smile which hath formed across my lips- staring longingly at thine- and helplessly falling downward across the rest of thee-]
[ I stumble forward- reflexively setting my hands to his shoulders to steady myself— my fingers flinch back then- gladly fearing having touched him without permission—
my mouth opens to speak- cut off by a sharp satisfied pull of air through my teeth- one which exhales as a groan- my head limply rolling to the side— ]
…what would give you such an idea-? that I would enjoy defying thee so— [I mumble, obeying thy order- widening my step- so deliciously close to thee, so bare]
What indeed. I think the cruellest punishment would simply be for me not to touch you, wouldn't it? For me to order you to stand here, legs apart, unable to move or touch yourself.
[He twists her nipple, not sharply this time but with intent, watching her reaction. Then he releases her, trailing his fingers lazily down her abdomen, stopping just below her navel.]
Perhaps what you need is to be taught a little discipline. You're clearly rather more wilful than I thought, after all. Hardly desirable in a maid.
[I frown at the suggestion- a look so feeble and desperate- pleading] pray- please- [a hand slides across thy shoulder- up to thy neck- cupped below thy jaw] do not deny me so—
[my words, thoughts- quick distracted by the careful twist of his fingers— pressing my chest further to them- the rest of me following as they traipse down—
mine hips rock forward- abdomen tensing, and relaxing— shamelessly needy for thy continued touch—]
…tell me- what role is that-? m…might I enquire for it— its position—
Shall we call it - the position of castle bedwarmer. A very important role. You know how distractible a good proportion of the population here is when their needs are not met.
[His fingers slip further down, combing gently through the fine thatch of hair and then ghosting over her slit, testing how wet she is already.]
My my. It's worse than I thought.
So, tell me. You enjoy pain throughout the day. How about pleasure? ... have you heard of those who have their partners wear something inside them to keep them wet and stretched and ready for use at any time?
[thy touch gives me pause— I breathe shakily- mine eyes flickering upward— I cannot help but try and press forward to it- almost laughing at the state of myself so soon]
…I- no- I hath ne’er heard of such a thing— I…did not know it were possible—
[I smile crookedly] tis a wonderous thought- howe’er—
... mostly teasing. [He pulls his hand back again, also hiding a smile at the state of her.] I'm not sure the castle has any such official positions open. Enthusiastic amateurs only.
However?
[He grips her hips gently, rubbing circles into the skin with his thumbs. He's clearly in no rush.]
...I doubt I would be considered a professional in the matter- ser— only...only perhaps more twisted in mine interests... [I say so mournfully, yet mine smile stays, caressing thy cheek gently with my thumb] ...twould be rather the opposite intention of mine previous monasticism—
[slowly, I relax to thine touch, humming at the soft feel of it]
...howe'er- I feel it would make me a rather unreasonable woman— to be left in such a state for so long—
[He chuckles.] Perhaps that's the draw of it. Perhaps you're compelling when you're being unreasonable. After all, that was technically speaking how you seduced me the first time, was it not?
Now, then. Since we are sadly lacking in most of the implements we need to indulge in most of your specific depraved interests, how about we focus on something simpler?
Face down across my lap, if you please. I'd like to see just how... willingly disciplined you are, shall we say.
then, I look across thy legs- squirming as my thoughts race- pulse quickening as I do as he asks of me, albeit tentative—
now I am laid across thee, the backs of my thighs show where the knots of twine pressed against my skin- leaving intricate spiralic patterns, four of each where the tracks meet—]
Ohh... beautiful. Look at these. [He traces the marks with something close to reverence.] How thoughtful of you, to place the knots where any attempt at sitting down would press them harder into your flesh. That is the kind of forward thinking Bloodhaven appreciates in its staff.
[He slips a hand in between her thighs, widening the gap between them once more. He pinches lightly at the skin of her inner thigh, moreso testing the softness of it for now.]
Now. I will give you a task, sweet maid. Two tasks, in fact. I am going to have some fun with you. Your role in this is to stay as quiet as possible while I do, except for in one specific circumstance: when I hit you, you count.
[His hand smoothes lightly over her backside. Gentle, for now.]
[I press my face to the backs of mine clasped hands, arms folded afore me on the seat- all too happy to hear mine praises sang so— a quiet moan escaping me as my legs are parted, the fullest part of mine thigh pinched- more soft over strong muscle— ]
yes- Balthazar, ser— [I nod, glancing across my shoulder to thee— taking a deep breath, and pressing myself against his thigh- so excited- barely able to control the twitch in mine legs]
The twitch is punished - or rewarded - by a swift swat to her rear, suddenly and without warning. "Stay still." He runs a hand over the stinging skin, then smacks again, just for good measure. The sound is sharp and loud, unmistakable in the quiet of their little hideaway.
[ a look of confusion is borne in my eyes- only for a second- before it is struck out of me—
with each, I am bracing harder- seen in the tense of mine arms, the clasp of my fingers, tightening myself— quiet as I can be- though the last knocks a small whine through mine clenched teeth—
through heated pants I murmur- three- and exhale slow— a sweetened apology with it ]
[He caresses the skin once more - burning red now, the heat palpable on his palm. His fingers slip between her legs again, brushing her slit lightly, testing whether this has been enough to affect her.]
Such a bold little thing, in truth, are you not? One would never think it to look at you. And yet, here we are. Are you going to be good for me, now? You may speak.
[ mine breath hitches at the faint touch between me- and you could hear the wetness as I am parted—
I had not expected it of myself either- at least, not to such extent—
thy fingers, so barely there- still enough to make me drop mine head to my hands in desperate yearning ]
[I gasp- mouthing at my hands which reflexively jerk to my face— barely muffling the low, satisfied groan spilling out of me—]
more, please- please- I ne’er needed something as this—
[the stretch is much- deliciously full this way— struggling to keep myself from writing, mine legs opening wider— hopelessly seeking more— shame is a far cry from this room- tis only hot need here—]
[He lets out a hum of approval, continuing to fuck her with his fingers. He watches her reactions, easing her onwards, upwards, until she's approaching the peak-
-he slides his fingers out of her, delivering a couple of stinging smacks to her rump again before immediately switching to stroke her clit.]
[so close- a small whine lets out at the loss of fullness, clenching around nothing- which turns to a too gleeful yelp at his sudden strike— all but melting across thy lap as he strokes me after— lost- and moving mine hips with it—]
f—hh— fffive…? [mine words mush together- no better than my thoughts— I am somewhere between biting down to the backs of my fingers, and sending the other hand through my hair— pleading with thee—
-that I were to come soon, that I wouldn’t be able to hold my self back from it— calling thy name reverently- mine begging as prayer—]
[And he stops again, catching her wrists in one hand and one of her thighs in the other, preventing her from touching herself to tip herself over without permission. His gaze is heated as he watches her, almost ravenous, and entirely without mercy.]
[Only once she's cooled off does he touch her again, focusing this time on her clit as he focuses on bringing her towards the peak once more, peppering in the occasional swift smack to her hindquarters.]
You did very well on counting, though. I'm proud of you. So perhaps this time I will have mercy. Perhaps.
th- thy mercy is all I have here- Bal... [I mumble, head pressing back to the seatcushion—
I count- strained through quiet moans— closening quicker, struggling between holding my legs apart for thee, desperate for more, and them jerking back together—
I know, certainly, I hath but ruined the cloth of Perroy's garments below mine hips—]
It is, isn't it? I'm rather enjoying it. [He presses a kiss to her shoulder, fingers still moving slickly over her.]
... I wonder. How good do you think you've been today, sweet maid? [His voice drops to a murmur.] Do you think you've been good enough to earn my cock?
[After all, they've already made a mess. By this point, what's a little more?]
[my voice is slurred, spilling honestly just as I am elsewhere]
...I- I hhad pushed such thoughts from mmy mind— guilt in mmy wandering hands in the night...th-that I sshould e'er know thy body so—
n...now- with thy grace- I...I fear that mmoment I had claimed you my Lord beffore— with- with just thy fingers- th-thy tongue...now, I ffear what you should mmake of me with thy member- ser—
[mine tone seems to shift as I speak, wanton desperation darkening me- my focus on thee fuelled by the pleasure I am given so generously]
...I want- need— to...to have me find my ffaith in thee, again— feel you fill me whole— sso lucky am I- that I could be blessed this way- how my Lord above cannot— please- do not keep me without— waiting- Bal- I'll come soon- please— I will— I'm going to— [I let out a deep, choked groan- eyes flickering upward, shifting vacantly below my lashes— tensing entirely- unable to hold myself from it, no matter the trying]
[His eyes widen slightly as he drinks in her worship, his lips slightly parted as he listens, still caressing her slick bud. At her choked sound he surges forward, capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss.]
You beg so beautifully, my sweet heretic. How could I not bless you after so honest a confession?
[He shifts slightly, freeing himself with rather more haste than he would usually display. He's not usually as affected in himself by these displays as he is by other things; this time is different. She is so lost in pleasure, on her own debauchery, and it is intoxicating.]
Pray to me, my sweet. Pray for benediction.
[He slides inside her. The hot, slick clench of her cunt makes him groan - a not entirely familiar sensation for him, and yet one which makes his mouth water. He reaches to pinch her nipples as he begins to move his hips against her, his breath coming in short puffs which betray a desperation quite unlike his normal demeanour.]
[ I grasp at the seat- the cushion and the frame- the fullness different to his fingers— providing a satisfying heat, such depth of connection— it pulls a loud, careless moan from my chest- soon followed out with a sweet curse in thy name—
so so sweet to be taken so soon after coming- I can feel how thick my spend has gotten, how deliciously smooth he moves inside— soft whines each time he presses himself back in to me—
I curl below, bracing- face and shoulders pressed against the seat, hips matching thy rhythm, so desperate- so o'erjoyed to know he would lose himself in this too- making me cry out for more—
to go harder if they please, not to worry for me, how wonderful they feel, how they sound, better than I couldst e'er imagine alone, so full of thee, euphoric, begging for this to ne'er stop]
[He allows himself to be lost in it, just for a moment - the slick slide of it, the sound of their coupling, her sweet moans and cries. He braces her hips with one hand as he pounds into her, seeing how far he can push her, even as she begs for more. He reaches around to thumb her clit again, kissing her neck.]
[ more— thy hand holding my hips in place, the other caressing my clit again- still so sensitive- causing me to clamp harder around his thickness, and sending me so close— thy words so sweet, just as thy kisses across my skin— tis almost too much to bear—
I feel a strange cool agai'st my leg, and crane my head to glance below- unbelieving- that I could spill from myself in such a way, not knowing how eager my body were for thine- a shameful pool below me—
my mouth falls silently agape at this view, and I would almost collapse under thee- turning my head back to look at Perroy behind me, basking in his pleasure- in my own— ]
I will- 'm going to- [I gasp this between pants and huffs- at the precipice, and, tipping over it, this orgasm stronger now- long lasting, and consuming—]
Hello, dear Maid. It's been some time - my apologies for my absence. I come bearing cake, which I hope that is apology enough for my truancy. It's lemon, I believe.
@your-evil-adviser
[I smile as soon as I hear thy familiar voice, and look up from my journal quickly, closing and setting it down beside me in the bay window]
Perroy-! I had began to wonder if I had been forgotten- [I say teasingly, not meaning a lick of it] tis good to see you, friend...
...lemon cake, you say-? [I raise my head, taking a quick sniff in thy direction] it certainly smells so--
Now how could such a charming maid ever be forgotten? [He smiles faintly, carefully pulling the wrapped lemon cake from the small bag he's carrying and offering it as he goes to sit beside her.]
I hope you have been looking after yourself, Bel? ... I really am rather sorry I haven't checked in. There has been rather a lot going on. But I am quite pleased to see you.
[thy compliment makes my smile widen, crinkling my nose and eyes-
carefully, I take the cake from his hands, settling it onto my lap- the brush of our fingers would be secretly savoured, more than this dessert would]
pray, do not worry yourself for it- Balthazar- your position is a busy one, and holds duties far more important than laundry and table setting—
I am as well as I can be, I suppose— I worry more for my friends, the way things are currently- everything feels so dark, so uncertain- and I struggle to know where best to put mine efforts— [I open my mouth to continue, but stop myself- shaking my head, then looking to Perroy apologetically]
forgive me- we hath not spoke in a while, and I would hate for it to be of mine ruminations—
what of you, ser-? I hope you are taking care also— knowing how busy you get does worry me so…
No - if you are worried about something, I'd like to hear it, dear maid. After all, that's part of why I wished to check on you. I know how much goes on around here. So if you have thoughts, then speak.
... and don't discount your own hard work. Just because our roles are different doesn't mean yours is easy, by any stretch of the imagination.
I'm- [He pauses, trying to work out where to even start.] ... I'm well enough. There are, as always, many things happening. But I'm fine, thank you. It's kind of you to ask.
[the furrow of mine brow deepens, and- while hesitant, I reach for thine arm- caressing it with my thumb gently]
…Balthazar- asking how one is- that is courtesy, not kindness- I fear you believe it so because you do not get enough of it— which worries me all the more— [I say, offering a weary smile] kindness, that is sweet- such as one bringing cake with thy visit—
I…that is-
[mine voice trails off- thinking over what hath troubled me of late- thinking better of telling thee- and then- I fear- what would happen if I do not]
…I found Helm, some days ago— it… it were in a terrible state— [I press my lips to a firm line and quickly look away, holding an overwhelming sickness back] …strung up, like to be bled— God- and bleed it did—
[His brow furrows, and he reaches to wrap an arm around her.] Strung up. Like-? Ah. ... and you found it, Humbel? I'm so sorry. That sounds - deeply, deeply upsetting.
[Helm had mentioned that, hadn't it? It had been strung up by the wizard, as punishment for whatever it had done to Severino. He squeezes Humbel reassuringly nonetheless, frowning.]
I understand if you don't wish to speak of it, but I am here to listen if you do. I feel you have been made to endure rather more than should be expected of you, since your arrival in Bloodhaven.
[ thy hold is warm, safe- one I hadn’t realised I needed- for more than just the horror which I had seen of late— of many- of years—
the sound of a tear landing atop the cake box snaps me out of my stupor, and I quickly dab mine eyes with my sleeve- clearing my throat ]
ah, forgive me- a moment— [I take a breath in, steadying my self- it does not take long to return to something resembling calm, even if I am not]
it…it would do no good to speak of what I saw— I do not wish for even the idea of it to burden you so— I…I fear for Helm- I hath not seen it since freeing it from its snare—
it…told me of an alliance it held with- with the Viscount- the one who terrors Bloodhaven— I fear it hath been recaptured, or…worse…
Well... about that much at least I can reassure you. It has not been captured by the Viscount. It is - currently held within Bloodhaven's cells.
Something is happening to it - the parasites within it are making changes, I believe. I have no particular faith that it will be held long, however. So if you do see it - please be careful, Humbel? It is - more erratic than usual, and while I don't believe it has yet threatened you, it is very much not out of the realm of possibility.
[He doesn't comment upon the tear, simply rubs her arm gently as he holds her close.]
[I blink, once- then thrice whence looking to Perroy-] p...parasites-? then- what is itself-? I--
[panic begins to arise- tis an impossibility that I had ne'er considered] ...what do I speak to when...when we-- [a trembling hand searches for my face, unsure if it is to hold it or to hide it] ...parasites-? it is controlled by...I- I do not understand-! how do you know this-?!
[His eyes widen a little. He pulls her properly into his arms now, wrapping them around her in an attempt to reassure her.]
My apologies, dear maid, I didn't know you weren't aware.
There is - something within it. They look like centipedes, but they're sentient creatures - sometimes when it speaks, it's actually the bugs. Have you noticed it sounds - different, sometimes? Even within the same sentence, occasionally. As I understand it, it is essentially like conversing with two separate entities, though... the line between them is sometimes blurry.
I've - seen them. Spoken with them. There was - well, something of an incident, not too long ago. ... hence it currently being in the cells.
[mine hands search Perroy's back and shoulders- as if to check he is real, that mine world is not some sick farce-- finding nothing of that- only thy warmth- care- I am safe- I pray quietly into his shoulder that I am safe]
...incident-? t-...the parasites- they speak-? but-
...I...I had noticed- that it's voice strains and changes- but- I thought it were a cause of it's curse- how could I hath known it were another-?
my Lord Caldwell, and now this-?
[my head falls, eyes rested to the crook of his shoulder- words muffling into it] please...please tell me nothing had happened to you--
Well, it did - try. But I am unharmed. Thankfully Knight Captain Thorn is adept with a sword.
[He rubs her back gently.]
I'm unsure on how the parasites interact with the curse - from what they've said, it sounds as though Helm itself was already cursed before the bugs were involved. Needless to say, the situation is complicated. I just wished you to be aware so you could keep yourself safe.
Don't let anything which looks like a centipede near you.
[this almost makes me laugh] I try mine best not to, in the first place- but- certainly now I shall be more frequently checking under mine pillows before bed--
[I sigh, long and slow, relaxing into their hold- finally]
...most glad am I to know you were not alone- I do not wish to think what would happen if those things...if they near'd you--
pray, I hope the Knight Captain were unharmed, also- perilous days, are these--
He was fine, thankfully. I would have been rather unhappy at my dereliction of duty as his host here, otherwise. But - yes. Perilous days, indeed. [He frowns, still rubbing her back slowly.]
... this is a somewhat ridiculous question, Bel, but - do you carry anything with you for self defense? And if not, would you wish to?
[I pull away slightly to look at thee- yet still holding thy sides- needing the stability— I wear a weary expression, unfortunately now not too perplexed by this ask of his]
…I do not- and- I fear I would do more harm to myself than any other if I did carry…any such thing—
I…suppose I would- if- you think it best for me— but, I know not who would have time to train me so during such busy times—
It is up to you, if it would make you feel safer. If I am entirely honest, it helps me little - I carry a blade myself, but the use of it requires an enemy to be so close that it would likely be a last ditch defense. But it would at least be that. I'd be happy to teach you what I know, though it's hardly very much. It isn't my area of expertise.
[He reaches up to touch her cheek, studying her.]
The choice is yours. The risk of these things sometimes is making someone overly bold. It is... vexing, undignified, but sometimes the best course really is to run for help. As much as I personally do not like it.
We are not knights. And even knights can be slain, especially when facing things which border on inexplicable.
[my face tilts, reflexively leaning in to thy touch] I am not so bold to closen my self to danger- at least, not knowingly--
[I close mine eyes a moment, thinking, pressing my lips to a flat line] ...but perhaps it would be good to have something- as you say- I am no Knight- and would have more luck running to one, than fighting as one-
even so- something, that would be better than nothing- [I look to thee once more, reluctantly accepting this truth]
[thy soft kiss causes me to tense- but it is not a bad thing- I glance around sheepishly, mine cheeks slightly flushed]
so you hath said before... [I say with a coy smile and clasp of thine shoulder] ...thank you...
...I would not lie and say that mine bravery were not tested, lately- I...I would appreciate it greatly if you would find me a blade that I could feasibly use--
pray, when you do, let me know of its cost- and I shall return the coin--
[I settle into my seat proper once more, tension dropping from mine body-] ...t'would be a terrible thing for this to be all we speak of, after so long- I should like to sweeten my time here with you, instead--
if you would like- shall we share in this cake-?
[mine expression remains open, as if I were to say more- soon discarding it, and watching thy worrisome face patiently]
That sounds lovely. I shall not take too much of it though - this portion is for you, and I would not deny you of it. [He smiles faintly, resettling himself as well and neatly smoothing his robes over his knees.]
We shall have to see which type of cake is most favourable, this or the palace cake I brought you before. This one isn't made by my hand, to be clear. Do you have a favourite in general, sweet maid? Or just any cake?
at least a bite or two- then— [my smile warms and widens, in hopes to ease us both- and I begin to fiddle with the neat little parcel]
I enjoy my cakes certainly, now I am free to do so, but- my favourite…? that would treacle— there is a certain depth to it, and I prefer ones which fare darker in colour— once-! [I remember something, and look to thee most excitedly] once- very, very long ago- I had the chance to taste of chocolate and treacle cake- twas one like none other— I am fortunate to even hold it in mine memory…
[opening the cake, I take mine attention back to it, and take a deep breath of the sharp sweet smell of lemon— it is decorated simply- with only a pale drizzle and flecks of candied peel- tis all it needs to look wonderful]
you say you had not made this one- then, doth that mean you had made the other-?
[mine eyebrows arch, pleasantly surprised- and I lean near- perhaps too eager for mine own good] you are a wonderful baker, Balthazar- I had not known how fortunate I were to have enjoyed such a treat made by yourself—!
pray, tell me, do you bake often-? and- I am assuming you hath done so a while-? [I remember myself, straightening out once again- though there is undoubtedly an impish glitter to mine eye] what a delightful thing to know of you…
[I pick at the cake now, breaking off a small piece with my fingers, and setting it to mine tongue—
it tastes even more wonderful than it smells- bright and refreshing, a moist crumb, with the topping providing a wonderful crunch- I hum in blissful satisfaction]
Not often, no. And really only that specific recipe. As I say, it's one I'm fond of, so it's nice to just - indulge in my own nostalgia at times. It's probably a little rich and heavy for most tastes - not quite the delicate sponges and patisserie which is popular in court. Though I suppose nor is treacle tart. [He smiles faintly, watching her eat.]
I should have thought to bring tea as well, really. But cake is perfectly good on its own.
I could not expect you to visit from afar with tea as well as cakes- ser— such a thing can be saved for another time, perhaps—
[I reach again for the cake, breaking off another piece-] tis rather lovely, this cake- though, pray excuse my bias, none could beat one which hath been made by your own hand—
[then, I hold out the piece high before thy face- offering it to him, uncertain yet inspirited]
if I may ask- of what occasions did you have such cakes-?
[I hum, pleased Perroy hath accepted the bite from mine hand— watching him fondly as he eats]
…it hath been a while since I had some, it were a favourite of the last court which I had attended— often for feasts— the staff would enjoy the leftovers, or the “imperfect” bakes— [I shrug, providing quotation marks with mine fingers to match the sardonic tone] honestly, I could rarely tell the difference—
[I pop another piece in my mouth, licking mine fingertips clean]
I am glad such things weren't wasted. I think in a couple of kitchens I've seen, occasionally those imperfect bakes are held to... extremely high standards. A perk of the job.
I will make a note to find some treacle tart for next time, then. A not-at-all-imperfect bake.
[I laugh, quiet and conspiratorially] well- often we would not tell them we had done so— the food of Nobility were too fine for our mouths to dare comprehend- so to say—
I shall rather look forward to having some, though, I do worry that our only pastime shall be finding me cakes for review…
[I clear mine throat- eyes widening— the new turn of thine mood, and the apparent mess on my face- causes a warm rising prickle o’er mine cheek]
t-twas not what I had meant to insinuate—! I… [mine feet closen together, anxiously scuffing against the other- soon then, I sigh, relinquishing something of myself]
…I hath missed you, ser, verily— though- though I wonder if I am too greedy for mine own good sense— or, lack thereof it— [my eyes wander thy face- studying thy expression, and all the little things which make it]
Greedy in what way, dear maid? Wishing to spend time with someone whose company you enjoy is hardly greedy. And again, I am sorry that my time has been so stretched as of late.
Tell me. What do you desire? What are you greedy for, dear Bel?
[I shake my head, lowering mine eyes from thee] tis no a cause for apology- busyness— and I would ne’er demand as much, either—
only—
[my mouth hangs open in pause, any good words failing me here-]
…I desire your desire- Balthazar— what I am greedy for, tis greed of me— it feels foolish to say so- yet— [I glance back at thee, so vulnerable under thy gaze] …yet- I hath found myself, late in the night- wondering if I had tasted my last of you— sweeter than any cake that could be given to me, I would trade it all for one more—
[He cups her cheek properly this time, no pretense of brushing away crumbs as he meets her gaze, calm and steady.]
I would not forsake you that way, without a word. Doing so would be a terrible cowardice, and I apologise that you felt you had cause to worry.
[He hesitates, something flickering through his eyes.]
I do wonder if perhaps we need to have a conversation, though. I realise that my actions can lead to... misunderstandings, and I would not wish to mislead you.
... you are aware that my time here is temporary, correct? Bloodhaven is... interesting, and certainly provides both a novel challenge and a great number of interesting people to spend time with.
... but it is not permanent, for me. I will always hold great affection for you, and once I have moved on I will be certain to return with frequency, both to see how things are going here and visit you, my friend.
But - I don't know that I can offer - permanence. And I don't wish to lead you into thinking I can.
[There's something uncharacteristically hesitant in his eyes as he studies her.]
... it would wound me greatly to disappoint you. I'm not always certain how - lasting people expect such encounters to be.
[I close mine eyes, letting a slow, long breath through my nose—
smiling, then, once they reopen to meet thee-]
nay, I know as much— Caldwell is not your Lord, and Bloodhaven is not your land— I had ne’er expected such permanence from thee- forgive me, for making it seem so—
[I settle my palm over thy hand at my cheek, then gently prise it away, cradling it carefully between us- tis much larger- though certainly more delicate than mine]
…mine fear was to simply not make the most of thee, whilst thou were here— do not worry for disappointing me- for such a thing is not a possibility of thine— well, only if last we spoke would be of such sorryness— [I huff, though there is a cool in mine brief laughter]
naught in life is lasting- Balthazar— [I say with a soft squeeze of thy fingers] I can only wish to enjoy what I have, whilst I have it—
[then, my smile turns on thee- a wry whisper upon it] …tis sweet to know of your fondness of me- howe’er— that, I shall keep proudly—
For what it is worth, if that permanence would have been something you wanted, I am sorry. Anyone who takes that place within your life is truly blessed.
[He squeezes her hand in reply, then lifts it to kiss her fingers.]
... but, for what it is worth... my evening now is yours, if you would wish it. I can offer now, if not forever.
I…try not to consider permanence of those I share these little loves with- forgive me for describing it so- I…know no other way of it—
[mine fingers stretch outwards, brushing over thy lips again- examining their softness, their every groove—
my voice hath lowered now, filled with deeper intention, of my desire] …as I say- I feared I hath tasted my last of thee, forgotten for the interesting, before e’er knowing it—
[across his lips, my fingers now clasping gentle around thy jaw, through his hold of me- holding him in turn- holding him close—] …your evening is mine- you say-?
[my faded smile returns, wider than before, watching the movement of thy lips through lowered eyelashes]
one of which, that it were a shame- our time spent last were bringing me to completion once- and that I had naught to do for thee in turn—
I do like to see myself useful- ser—
...I am most curious for what you had in mind for me—
[at this- thy firm touch and firm words- my body warms, and mine face flushes completely— drawing a small, gasping whimper out of me— one which I soon embarrassedly bite back]
...tis- a terrible contradiction you hath put on me— [my fingers which clasp thy jaw fan out, laying softly over thy neck- feeling thy heat, how soft and tender the skin feels here, the pulse beneath—
mine brow furrows, and I breathe heavy across thy lips- setting only the faintest of kisses beside them- teasingly so—]
[I swallow, feeling myself tense and yet limpen at the same time- arching my body toward thy pressing thumbs]
...there is a thrill to it- I hath found— [I mumble e'er so quietly, so ashamed, closing my eyes to the room] ...could you forgive such a thing, if I say it is not tempering—? that- it is rather the opposite—?
[my hands now trail across thee- the one at thy neck, slipping around, and holding him by the nape— the other across thy shoulder, down, and by his waist- grasping at the fabric—
tis a hold which begs to keep me steady- whilst my thighs press themselves together without mine say so-]
[He chuckles quietly, the sound soft and indulgent. He touches her more firmly now, kneading into her flesh.]
Could I forgive you? Am I the one you seek forgiveness from? If so, then the answer is yes - yes, of course.
[He kisses her neck with a gentle graze of teeth.]
In fact, I rather like it. Is it something you play with yourself, when you are alone? Pushing just a little too hard, a little too much? Craving more, deeper, harder, so it's just on the verge of pain?
Or do you prefer the sharper pain? A slap? Or the rake of nails, with the sweet leftover sting as a reminder of your own depravity?
[His hand shifts downwards, inflicting gentle pressure on her stomach - just a little too high to be satisfying.]
[my breath hitches- writhing now under thy digging fingers, far from subtle- all soft groans at the feel of his teeth o'er mine neck—
I feel terrible, grabbing at him how I do- though I fear to fall apart if I don't—] ...by myself-? I...
[I lean my face against thine, and begin mine quiet confessions—]
...doing so myself- tis not the same thing— though...there hath been times- after sealing a missive- I...could not help keep my self from the wax— e'er thankful am I, that mine cloth hides mine skin— the faint marks which remain...hath been noticed before—
[my face burns, as does my body- though- it feels safe to tell him such things- my God whom heard me truly before, assuredly would again]
I...before I hath tried twine...I...would wrap some to my thighs- 'neath mine skirts— the relief of a long day with it- that...that were sweet—
...though ne'er as much, as a strike from a lover— [I hush my voice further, and it falls coarse against thy ear] ...how I hath touched my self- using mine bruised arm- after the Voices which posses the Baron had hurt me so— twas a sweet pain I hath found- and sought til it heal'd—
... I am always most gratified to discover how deep your true nature runs, dearest Bel. Wax, ropes, a raised hand... such base desires you lay before me.
[And yet he speaks of it with something closer to reverence than disgust.]
Perhaps we will have to replicate it so I may admire it. The wax, in particular, I can imagine being well worth seeing. Red, I think, like the dress you wore to the Ball. The colour did so suit you; I would very much enjoy seeing it spilled across your thighs.
[He bites her earlobe, harder this time, but still teasing. Then, all at once, he pulls away.]
Strip for me, maid. Let's see the evidence of your depravity.
...that you would do such a thing, with me- I...know not how I hath become so fortunate, for mine- depravities- to be tended so...not...ne'er by one such as thee—
[there were a look of relief in my face, strangely- one of unburdening- exhaling the rest in a slow sigh as Perroy releases me—
thy touch is missed, though I know it would only be for a moment- and this knowledge makes me smile, warm and contented- so I stand- setting the open parcel of cake aside on a nearby tabletop, folding it closed—
I then turn and- my eyes catch on the large window which he reclines at the seat of— we were up high, the likelihood of being seen was slim- especially with the dense tree which covers most of it—
picking the needles from mine veil, as I had done before, I peer at him curiously— ] ...how brave are you, ser-? [I ask teasingly, folding and setting mine headdress down, before setting to the lace of my pinafore-]
twould be ill for a reputation such as yours to be sullied for this—
[He raises an eyebrow, glancing back at the window as well, then at her.] It has weathered worse, I imagine. Likely the mad dash through the castle to find a room with a lockable door would be more risky. I have been... fairly lucky so far in being undiscovered.
[He makes himself comfortable as he watches each piece of clothing fall away.] ... what did happen to your dress from the Ball? You'd said you were considering buying another which could be worn more casually, correct? I suppose the other is a little... involved for daily use.
I...simply have not been out shopping for one- I could not bring myself to, with such events occurring— it felt...unreasonable of me—
[I pout, stepping from mine shoes and shrugging off my workdress- folding it quickly across the back of a tucked in chair—]
my ball dress is in my room- set on its dressform, but covered— I do not wish for it to be damaged- but...I like to keep it out- far too pretty is it to store away—
[I brush my hands across my thighs through mine shift, hesitating a moment- before slipping it off mine shoulders, and I laying it across the rest of mine clothes—
tis faint, yet the darkened marks still remain- clearly enough—
faded tracks of two in the centre of my right thigh- one below, above mine knee- and a thicker band which sits at the top, where the swell of my thigh meets my hip—
it is a slight imprecise, and simple, yet something I have undoubtedly had practice in doing- my face reddening again as I stand near to thee]
...I certainly doubt that your 'mad dash' is as damaging to thine reputation, as you would believe it so—
[His eyebrows raise slightly, and he reaches out to trace the marks with the tips of his fingers.]
... beautiful. You never fail to surprise and delight me, dear maid. Now whenever I see you I will be imagining what you're wearing beneath that modest outer layer.
[He digs his fingernails in lightly, thoughtful.]
Sadly I come ill-prepared; we will have to find another time to indulge in that particular vice. Though I will say; do be careful with twine, my sweet. Lasting harm is not the aim, and thinner bindings can cut deeper.
[He trails his nails down her thigh, leaving red marks on the skin. His voice drops to a teasing purr on the next words.]
As for my reputation - I feel it's less that, and more my dignity I fear for. My dignity will suffer little if we're discovered like this, after all. I won't be the one naked and dripping, after all.
[ mine face and body tenses- a throb of pleasure beats through me with my pulse— my thighs press together once again, putting well needed pressure between my legs— ]
…forgive mine shortsightedness- ser— I shall make sure to get something more appropriate for such things— [my voice is breathy- deepened— practically amoan as Perroy leaves his mark down mine still sensitive leg—
watching him- my hips twitch forward involuntarily- excitement bare in my hazy eyes]
…you assume dignity is a thing offered to a maid- [I swallow, thick wetness beginning to coat my mouth] …and- you certainly dripped with me, the last time— naked or no—
[I bite at the reminiscing smile which hath formed across my lips- staring longingly at thine- and helplessly falling downward across the rest of thee-]
[ I stumble forward- reflexively setting my hands to his shoulders to steady myself— my fingers flinch back then- gladly fearing having touched him without permission—
my mouth opens to speak- cut off by a sharp satisfied pull of air through my teeth- one which exhales as a groan- my head limply rolling to the side— ]
…what would give you such an idea-? that I would enjoy defying thee so— [I mumble, obeying thy order- widening my step- so deliciously close to thee, so bare]
What indeed. I think the cruellest punishment would simply be for me not to touch you, wouldn't it? For me to order you to stand here, legs apart, unable to move or touch yourself.
[He twists her nipple, not sharply this time but with intent, watching her reaction. Then he releases her, trailing his fingers lazily down her abdomen, stopping just below her navel.]
Perhaps what you need is to be taught a little discipline. You're clearly rather more wilful than I thought, after all. Hardly desirable in a maid.
[I frown at the suggestion- a look so feeble and desperate- pleading] pray- please- [a hand slides across thy shoulder- up to thy neck- cupped below thy jaw] do not deny me so—
[my words, thoughts- quick distracted by the careful twist of his fingers— pressing my chest further to them- the rest of me following as they traipse down—
mine hips rock forward- abdomen tensing, and relaxing— shamelessly needy for thy continued touch—]
…tell me- what role is that-? m…might I enquire for it— its position—
Shall we call it - the position of castle bedwarmer. A very important role. You know how distractible a good proportion of the population here is when their needs are not met.
[His fingers slip further down, combing gently through the fine thatch of hair and then ghosting over her slit, testing how wet she is already.]
My my. It's worse than I thought.
So, tell me. You enjoy pain throughout the day. How about pleasure? ... have you heard of those who have their partners wear something inside them to keep them wet and stretched and ready for use at any time?
[thy touch gives me pause— I breathe shakily- mine eyes flickering upward— I cannot help but try and press forward to it- almost laughing at the state of myself so soon]
…I- no- I hath ne’er heard of such a thing— I…did not know it were possible—
[I smile crookedly] tis a wonderous thought- howe’er—
... mostly teasing. [He pulls his hand back again, also hiding a smile at the state of her.] I'm not sure the castle has any such official positions open. Enthusiastic amateurs only.
However?
[He grips her hips gently, rubbing circles into the skin with his thumbs. He's clearly in no rush.]
...I doubt I would be considered a professional in the matter- ser— only...only perhaps more twisted in mine interests... [I say so mournfully, yet mine smile stays, caressing thy cheek gently with my thumb] ...twould be rather the opposite intention of mine previous monasticism—
[slowly, I relax to thine touch, humming at the soft feel of it]
...howe'er- I feel it would make me a rather unreasonable woman— to be left in such a state for so long—
[He chuckles.] Perhaps that's the draw of it. Perhaps you're compelling when you're being unreasonable. After all, that was technically speaking how you seduced me the first time, was it not?
Now, then. Since we are sadly lacking in most of the implements we need to indulge in most of your specific depraved interests, how about we focus on something simpler?
Face down across my lap, if you please. I'd like to see just how... willingly disciplined you are, shall we say.
then, I look across thy legs- squirming as my thoughts race- pulse quickening as I do as he asks of me, albeit tentative—
now I am laid across thee, the backs of my thighs show where the knots of twine pressed against my skin- leaving intricate spiralic patterns, four of each where the tracks meet—]
Ohh... beautiful. Look at these. [He traces the marks with something close to reverence.] How thoughtful of you, to place the knots where any attempt at sitting down would press them harder into your flesh. That is the kind of forward thinking Bloodhaven appreciates in its staff.
[He slips a hand in between her thighs, widening the gap between them once more. He pinches lightly at the skin of her inner thigh, moreso testing the softness of it for now.]
Now. I will give you a task, sweet maid. Two tasks, in fact. I am going to have some fun with you. Your role in this is to stay as quiet as possible while I do, except for in one specific circumstance: when I hit you, you count.
[His hand smoothes lightly over her backside. Gentle, for now.]
[I press my face to the backs of mine clasped hands, arms folded afore me on the seat- all too happy to hear mine praises sang so— a quiet moan escaping me as my legs are parted, the fullest part of mine thigh pinched- more soft over strong muscle— ]
yes- Balthazar, ser— [I nod, glancing across my shoulder to thee— taking a deep breath, and pressing myself against his thigh- so excited- barely able to control the twitch in mine legs]
The twitch is punished - or rewarded - by a swift swat to her rear, suddenly and without warning. "Stay still." He runs a hand over the stinging skin, then smacks again, just for good measure. The sound is sharp and loud, unmistakable in the quiet of their little hideaway.
[ a look of confusion is borne in my eyes- only for a second- before it is struck out of me—
with each, I am bracing harder- seen in the tense of mine arms, the clasp of my fingers, tightening myself— quiet as I can be- though the last knocks a small whine through mine clenched teeth—
through heated pants I murmur- three- and exhale slow— a sweetened apology with it ]
[He caresses the skin once more - burning red now, the heat palpable on his palm. His fingers slip between her legs again, brushing her slit lightly, testing whether this has been enough to affect her.]
Such a bold little thing, in truth, are you not? One would never think it to look at you. And yet, here we are. Are you going to be good for me, now? You may speak.
[ mine breath hitches at the faint touch between me- and you could hear the wetness as I am parted—
I had not expected it of myself either- at least, not to such extent—
thy fingers, so barely there- still enough to make me drop mine head to my hands in desperate yearning ]
[I gasp- mouthing at my hands which reflexively jerk to my face— barely muffling the low, satisfied groan spilling out of me—]
more, please- please- I ne’er needed something as this—
[the stretch is much- deliciously full this way— struggling to keep myself from writing, mine legs opening wider— hopelessly seeking more— shame is a far cry from this room- tis only hot need here—]
[He lets out a hum of approval, continuing to fuck her with his fingers. He watches her reactions, easing her onwards, upwards, until she's approaching the peak-
-he slides his fingers out of her, delivering a couple of stinging smacks to her rump again before immediately switching to stroke her clit.]
[so close- a small whine lets out at the loss of fullness, clenching around nothing- which turns to a too gleeful yelp at his sudden strike— all but melting across thy lap as he strokes me after— lost- and moving mine hips with it—]
f—hh— fffive…? [mine words mush together- no better than my thoughts— I am somewhere between biting down to the backs of my fingers, and sending the other hand through my hair— pleading with thee—
-that I were to come soon, that I wouldn’t be able to hold my self back from it— calling thy name reverently- mine begging as prayer—]
[And he stops again, catching her wrists in one hand and one of her thighs in the other, preventing her from touching herself to tip herself over without permission. His gaze is heated as he watches her, almost ravenous, and entirely without mercy.]
[Only once she's cooled off does he touch her again, focusing this time on her clit as he focuses on bringing her towards the peak once more, peppering in the occasional swift smack to her hindquarters.]
You did very well on counting, though. I'm proud of you. So perhaps this time I will have mercy. Perhaps.
th- thy mercy is all I have here- Bal... [I mumble, head pressing back to the seatcushion—
I count- strained through quiet moans— closening quicker, struggling between holding my legs apart for thee, desperate for more, and them jerking back together—
I know, certainly, I hath but ruined the cloth of Perroy's garments below mine hips—]
It is, isn't it? I'm rather enjoying it. [He presses a kiss to her shoulder, fingers still moving slickly over her.]
... I wonder. How good do you think you've been today, sweet maid? [His voice drops to a murmur.] Do you think you've been good enough to earn my cock?
[After all, they've already made a mess. By this point, what's a little more?]
[my voice is slurred, spilling honestly just as I am elsewhere]
...I- I hhad pushed such thoughts from mmy mind— guilt in mmy wandering hands in the night...th-that I sshould e'er know thy body so—
n...now- with thy grace- I...I fear that mmoment I had claimed you my Lord beffore— with- with just thy fingers- th-thy tongue...now, I ffear what you should mmake of me with thy member- ser—
[mine tone seems to shift as I speak, wanton desperation darkening me- my focus on thee fuelled by the pleasure I am given so generously]
...I want- need— to...to have me find my ffaith in thee, again— feel you fill me whole— sso lucky am I- that I could be blessed this way- how my Lord above cannot— please- do not keep me without— waiting- Bal- I'll come soon- please— I will— I'm going to— [I let out a deep, choked groan- eyes flickering upward, shifting vacantly below my lashes— tensing entirely- unable to hold myself from it, no matter the trying]
[His eyes widen slightly as he drinks in her worship, his lips slightly parted as he listens, still caressing her slick bud. At her choked sound he surges forward, capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss.]
You beg so beautifully, my sweet heretic. How could I not bless you after so honest a confession?
[He shifts slightly, freeing himself with rather more haste than he would usually display. He's not usually as affected in himself by these displays as he is by other things; this time is different. She is so lost in pleasure, on her own debauchery, and it is intoxicating.]
Pray to me, my sweet. Pray for benediction.
[He slides inside her. The hot, slick clench of her cunt makes him groan - a not entirely familiar sensation for him, and yet one which makes his mouth water. He reaches to pinch her nipples as he begins to move his hips against her, his breath coming in short puffs which betray a desperation quite unlike his normal demeanour.]
[ I grasp at the seat- the cushion and the frame- the fullness different to his fingers— providing a satisfying heat, such depth of connection— it pulls a loud, careless moan from my chest- soon followed out with a sweet curse in thy name—
so so sweet to be taken so soon after coming- I can feel how thick my spend has gotten, how deliciously smooth he moves inside— soft whines each time he presses himself back in to me—
I curl below, bracing- face and shoulders pressed against the seat, hips matching thy rhythm, so desperate- so o'erjoyed to know he would lose himself in this too- making me cry out for more—
to go harder if they please, not to worry for me, how wonderful they feel, how they sound, better than I couldst e'er imagine alone, so full of thee, euphoric, begging for this to ne'er stop]
