tags & content: NSFW, suggestive content, nudity, bathing, groping, kissing, dom/sub tones, minor blood drinking, maid reader, female reader, lesbians unite
You’re halfway down the corridor when it happens.
You hear buzzing before the incessant cloud of black flies surround you, the little things making your shoulders instinctively shoot up to your ears, and a surprised gasp to escape your lips. You clutch the linens tighter to your chest, fear rooting you to the spot.
For a moment, you feel the way your heart lurches into your throat. Dread is ice cold in your veins.
Your mind races with which daughter it might be — Cassandra, Daniela, Bela? A small, squeaking part of you knows it doesn’t matter which one it is, because being caught in the hallways by any one of them means you will likely be drained dry or an evening snack for their insatiable appetite. There’s no use in running, either. Other maids who were foolish enough to think they could run could be heard screaming from the servants quarters themselves.
The flies spiral together into a rippling column until the shape of a woman emerges from the darkness. You risk a peek, wide eyes taking in the tall, slender form. Blonde hair spills down her shoulders; Bela.
“Oh,” Bela hums softly, tilting her head as if she’s discovered something quite delightful. “It’s you.”
Your heart hammers in your chest. You think you can taste it in your mouth. Despite having just ironed the fresh linens, you can feel the soft material creasing under your white knuckled grasp. Bela is stripped of her usual dark attire, leaving her head free from her usual hood. She’s graced with a long, blood red nightgown instead, the loose silk shimmering under the sparse lighting.
She studies you intently for a moment, with the calm curiosity of someone examining a frightened little animal. In her eyes, you don’t doubt that’s all you are. Soon, you would likely be part of a bottle of wine on her mother’s shelf. Her eyes are intense, trailing from your face down to the linens, and then back again.
Fear jolts your tongue into working. She’ll kill you if you keep staring at her like this—
“I—I’m sorry, my lady,” you manage to stammer out, your eyes shooting to the ground. “I didn’t know you were—”
“Here?” Bela smiles faintly, like there’s a joke you don’t understand. “Clearly.”
Your throat bobs as you swallow, and your mouth feels like dry sandpaper. Your eyes remain fixated on a spot on the floor, the pattern of the rug swirling like a constellation in your blurry vision, and for a moment you wonder if she’s truly considering eating you. Maids have had their throats slit for less. In your brief and unwilling employment here, you understand the fundamental importance of going unnoticed in the castle. It’s the only way to survive in this place, though you know a few months is all you might have.
A quiet laugh suddenly slips from her throat, and you can’t hide your violent flinch as she steps closer. Her bare feet breach your vision before the silk pools over them once more, and your head snaps up. Her expression brightens with a strange sort of amusement.
“I promise I’m not going to eat you,” she murmurs, and she’s so close now that you’re forced to tilt your head back just to maintain eye contact. Your pulse rabbits against your throat.
“My lady?” You squeak.
The corners of her eyes crinkle, and the next thing you know, her hand closes around your delicate wrist. Her fingers are cool, and firm, though the grip doesn’t hurt as much as you had expected. You fumble with the linens as you have to press them against your chest with your only remaining free hand, your eyes widening in shock.
“Oh, you are adorable,” she croons, tugging you firmly down the hall.
You gasp. “My lady!”
“You’re helping me with something.”
She doesn’t ask. You know it’s a request, and you don’t have a moment to protest before she pulls you through the heavy doors of her room. The chamber is enormous, and while maids are permitted in most places in the castle, nobody would be caught dead lingering too close to the daughters chambers like this. You know not to gawk as you scarcely take in the decor, your feet pattering swiftly against the ground so she doesn’t find a reason to lose her patience.
Although, out of all the daughters, you think Bela might be the most patient of them all.
Your cheeks flush as she leads you into the adjourning bathroom, your eyes falling on the empty clawfoot bath that sits near the wall. Your eyelashes flutter as you glance from the bath, to your linens, and then to Bela.
“Yes,” she purrs, having anticipated your realisation, clearly pleased. “Perfect timing.”
Bela releases your wrist, gliding past you to the bathroom door, intending to let you prepare her bath adequately before returning. “Be quick.”
You don’t hesitate. Setting aside the linens, you swallow the nasty little lump in your throat and throw yourself into making this the perfect possible bath. You don’t intend to upset the lady, not when her teeth could very well tear your jugular out. A nauseating wave passes over you before you shake it off, running the hot water.
You prepare towels and fresh robes, soap, and anything else you can find in the cupboards. For the remaining minute, Bela had returned, leaning against the side of the tub with her fingers swirling methodically through the hot water. She had watched you, so intently you had bumped into the corner of the drawer and gone red from embarrassment.
“Perfect,” she sighs, finally standing straight to lazily undo the fastening of her robe. You go still beside the tub as she spins around, but your eyes betray you. You watch as the silk slips from her shoulders, lingering at the dip of her waist before it drops and pools by her feet. Heat spreads through your cheeks as your eyes snap down before you see anything else, clasping your hands together.
But before you can stop yourself, your eyes slowly peer through your eyelashes, roaming over the slope of her bare spine, her back, her ass.
You jolt when you suddenly meet her gaze. She had been smiling over her shoulder, watching you with open fascination. You stiffen, and she giggles before turning around to face you.
You expect her to climb into the bath, but her shadow falls over you instead. Unsure where to appropriately drop your gaze (her stomach, legs, but her breasts are right there, shit—), Bela taps two fingers under your chin, letting you stare at her eyes. Up close, she might even look normal. It’s almost hard to believe that she’s a monster, to imagine all of the maids who had lost their lives to feed her bloody appetite.
You swallow, and Bela’s eyes dart to the subtle movement like a predator honing in on it’s prey. Silence stretches for a sickening moment, until she speaks.
“Join me.”
You mind goes blank. “I—what?”
Bela tilts her head, her fingers brushing against the side of your face where little strands of hair have been tugged out of your up-do. She bathes in the sensation of your skin for a moment, before the smile returns to her lips.
“Get in,” Bela orders once more. Your cheeks are positively glowing, a pink hue that you’re sure she can feel radiating beside your fingers.
“My lady, I couldn’t possibly—”
“You could,” she interrupts, her free hand settling comfortably on your hip. Your spine stiffens, and you bite back a surprised squeak. “And you will.”
Her fingers, soft and teasing, creep to the ribbons of your apron on your lower back. Your tongue twists with unease.
“But, the Countess...” you blurt, and Bela lets out a breathy, uninterested hum.
“Mother said we can play with the maids however we like,” she croons, easily tugging your apron away from you. Your eyes flicker down instinctively, but she’s so close that all you can see is her naked body. Your head turns quickly to the side. She takes that opportunity to nuzzle her nose into the crook of your neck, and where her hand had been untying ribbons, presses into your lower back to pull your closer into her embrace.
“Just as long as I don’t eat you up, hm?”
Before you can say anything, she pulls away from you, and gestures towards your uniform.
“Go on, then,” she purrs, running her finger along the rim of the bathtub. “Undress.”
Your throat feels dry, but against your better judgement, you begin to undress as she requests. You start with your shoes, toeing them off before peeling your tights from your legs. You don’t dare look at her as you unbutton your dress, shimmying it down to the floor until you’re left in your underwear.
Embarrassment suddenly floods you as you jerkily step out of the discared ring of fabric, clumsily trying to cover yourself up. Sensing you don’t have the courage to continue, Bela lets out a little giggle, and draws closer to you once more.
“Pretty little thing,” she murmurs, sliding her hands down your warm sides before her fingers curl against the lace of your panties, helping you out of them. You feel something creep up your spine, your neck flushing. Bela is close, too close, so close you feel like you’re dizzy simply from her presence.
She takes deliberate care in dragging her hands right back up your sides, fingers fluttering over your ribs before hooking into the back of your bra. She doesn’t quite tug at it yet, one hand tangling gently in your hair to make you look at her. When you do, her hand drops to the smooth expanse of your collarbone, teasing the lacy edge of your bra.
“Good girl,” she croons. Her lips bump against yours, not quite a kiss, but a soft little noise escapes you regardless. When your breathing labours, she finally unhooks your bra with smooth fingers, and kisses you.
She hums against your flesh, letting you tentatively reciprocate, before her mouth opens and closes more insistently over your own. Her hum turns into a delighted moan, her tongue darting out to lick into your mouth. Your mind feels foggy, your skin jolting when she gropes your waist, pulling you more flush against her body. The other joins against your breast, closing over the flesh and squeezing it gently.
Your nipple hardens against her palm, whimpering softly into her mouth. She parts for only a moment, your lips slick with saliva, and a delighted smile spreads across her face. Her hands meet at your waist, urging you towards the tub.
With shaking legs, you do as your told.
The water is hot, hotter than you would prefer, but when you settle yourself Bela is quick to crowd you against the end of the tub, distracting you from the sting. The water ripples as she leans over you, your heart throbbing against your chest.
“Now,” she whispers, her voice turning playful now that she had got what she wanted. “Isn’t this better than standing on your feet all day?”
You can’t believe how pathetic your voice sounds. “Yes, my lady.”
When her hands settle sensually on your breasts and she leans down to devour your mouth again, your thoughts start to trickle into a puddle of incessant arousal. Even when she kisses all the way down your neck, even when she bites you so hard your blood tinges the water pink, you can’t help but be glad it was her in that corridor.
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