Jane's Descent

|| -- Chapter 7 -- ||

The maids walked away and left Jane breathing heavily. She watched them go while blushing to herself. (Did that really just happen..?)

The events repeated in her mind, and she stood in a daze as she remembered them. Camila had reached under Jane's dress and rubbed her off. The mere thought of it sent embarrassment burning through her cheeks.

The maids were gone now, and only Jane remained, but their sly smiles remained in her mind. A flicker of arousal lingered in her sex, and she reflexively squeezed her thighs together.

(Did I... Did I enjoy that?) The memories flashed through her mind even stronger than before. Rather than simmering down, it felt like her arousal got stronger with every moment.

A gentle breeze blew around Jane. The garden's flowers waved in the breeze, and their candy-like scent filled the air.

Jane took a deep breath, attempting to calm herself down, but she got a lungful of the sweet aroma. The floral smell filled her head and, rather than calming her urges, it fanned the heat building between her legs. Her eyes fluttered, and her core clenched reflexively. Beneath her yellow sundress, her nipples visibly stiffened. It took all her willpower not to start masturbating immediately.

(What's going on, why is my body so warm? I just came, but the urges won't go away...)

Jane took another deep breath, but more of the candy-like scent filled her lungs. A shudder ran through her, and she felt a twinge in her sex. At the same time, the memories of the maids repeated in her mind. They looped through her mind, fanning the urges between her legs.

Time slowed down as her mind focused on the heat in her body. She didn't know how long she stood there, but it felt as if no time passed, and as if she waited for an eternity.

"Are you okay?"

Jane's eyes snapped open at the sound of Serina's voice. The maid stood before her, staring at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, yes. I'm fine." Jane hurriedly smoothed the wrinkles in her dress.

"My apologies for leaving you unattended. Shall we continue on with the tour?"

"Yes, that sounds great." Jane nodded quickly. (I think the smell of all these flowers is getting to my head...)

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After leaving the gardens, Jane's mind cleared up and her urges simmered down to a dull buzz. The strange warmth died down to a gentle throb in her sex, and it never went away, but it faded enough that she could focus on the tour itself.

"This is the room we have time for," Serina said and led Jane into a small book room.

Dust covered shelves filled the room, and countless books packed them. Only a small window let light into the room, but the glass was red-stained, and it cast an ominous glow over the bookcases.

"This place doesn't seem to have been cleaned recently..." Jane said, glancing around the dusty shelves.

"Few are allowed in here, and the dust makes it obvious when someone unwelcome intrudes."

Serina approached a bookshelf and looked over the volumes contained within. Strangely, there wasn't any dust on the shelf she looked at. The ones below and above had plenty of dust on them.

"Here." Serina pulled out a thick leather-bound journal. She flipped through a few pages and nodded to herself. "Take a read."

She handed the book over, but Jane looked at it skeptically. It had no title or markings on the outside to distinguish its contents. "This is?"

"It's a research journal written by your forebearers." Serina's face never showed much emotion, but her eyes sharpened ever so slightly. "Tell me, what do you see inside of it?"

"Uhm..." Jane glanced down and opened a random page, but it was only filled with tables, numbers, and obscure jargon. She couldn't make heads or tails of it.

"Why don't you start from the beginning, like how all books are read." Serina stepped over to a small table and pulled out a seat. Similar to the shelf, it was completely devoid of any dust.

Jane swallowed in uncertainty, but sat down. She placed the book in front of her and opened to the first page.

The journal described breeds of plants, watering cycles, and gene theory. The pages contained detailed information on generations of plants and their results. However, unlike where Jane initially opened it to, it also contained diary-like entries.

The journal contained details on who the author talked to, shops they visited, and grocery lists. Jane tried to read a few of them, but they seemed mundane and boring. Her eyes glazed over as she scanned the contents.

"Who would read something this dry?" Jane furrowed her brow and glanced up at Serina, but the maid smiled faintly.

"As a child, I used to sneak in here to read that journal between shifts."

(I hope I didn't insult her... Perhaps I'll try reading further... )

Jane flipped through the pages while skimming for information. The pages grew more streamlined as she went. They contained fewer grocery lists, and more numbered tables. Eventually, Jane found a single torn page, and beyond that, there were no more diary entries.

"This page is missing..." Jane furrowed her brow and flipped back to the torn page.

Serina nodded. "Does it spark your interest, I wonder? That is the only page missing in the entire journal."

Jane blinked and glanced up at the maid. However, Serina's expression had returned to an impassive stare.

"I suppose?" Jane said with a hint of a question in her words. (It still sounds rather boring to me...)

"What if, out of every book in this room, you were forbidden from reading that one? Would the missing page not be much more interesting?" Serina asked.

"If I were forbidden from reading it, I would probably read a different book..." Jane said slowly.

Serina remained silent for a few moments, then nodded. "I suppose that is the natural reaction."

(I feel like I disappointed her somehow.) Jane thought to herself, but she didn't know how. There were plenty of other books on the shelves. Surely those would contain more interesting reading material?

"Well, this concludes the tour." Serina picked up the book and placed it back on the shelves. "You have dinner scheduled with Miss Eva soon. Shall we leave now?"

Jane nodded, glad for the change of subject. "Sounds good."

|| -- Chapter 8 -- ||

Jane sat on a small second-floor balcony. The outdoor patio lay on the rear of the mansion, overlooking the property's massive gardens. From her position, she could see down into the field of white flowers, and she stared at it in wonder.

(They're so pretty...) She thought to herself. The flowers blew in a light breeze, and their sweet scent reached up to the second-floor balcony. She breathed in the aroma, and a small blush reached her cheeks.

Behind the mansion, the sun was setting, and it cast a long shadow down over the yard. The field of flowers sat in the shade, but they seemed no less beautiful.

A strange warmth flickered to life between Jane's legs. As she stared down into the field of flowers and breathed in their candy-like scent, arousal grew in her sex once more. Her nipples stiffened beneath the thin dress, and she squeezed her thighs together.

(My body is acting strange again...) She thought to herself.

Jane picked up her water glass and took a sip. The cool water chased away some of the warmth building within her, but it felt like more arousal grew between her legs with each passing moment.

Her fingers drummed against the table restlessly, and she rubbed her thighs together idly. The warmth throbbed in her core and, with a sickening feeling, she realized her panties were already a mess.

Just like the day before, she had changed her panties twice during the day. However, as fresh arousal burned between her legs, she felt a smothering sensation inside her panties. The wet, slick cotton rubbed against her sex as she shifted her thighs together.

(How annoying...) Jane thought to herself. (I'll have to change my panties again.)

She took a deep breath, and more of the sweet flower's scent filled her lungs. She struggled to think as the sickly aroma overwhelmed her senses. As she held in the floral-tainted air in her chest, the arousal between her legs grew even hotter.

Her nipples rubbed against the underside of her dress, and she became aware of how they pushed up against the thin fabric. Her senses sharpened with every breath, and her mind focused on the rise and fall of her chest.

(It feels like whenever I smell these flowers, my body gets like this...)

When Camilla cornered her in the gardens, when she had tried to sleep the previous night, and ever since she first arrived, their smell accompanied a strange warmth between her legs.

Jane opened her eyes and glanced around the patio. Serina stood at the door, and she turned towards Jane.

"Please remain seated," Serina said. "Eva will arrive shortly, and dinner will begin."

"Of course..." Jane forced herself to relax and take a deep breath. As she did, the arousal flared a little warmer between her legs.

(I hope dinner doesn't take too long. I really want to change into fresh panties...)

Jane glanced at the seat next to her. Eva's seat was only a few inches away. They would eat dinner side by side, staring down at the gardens. However, the thought of having the older woman so close made Jane's pulse quicken.

She could imagine Eva teasing her again, making it difficult to eat. She remembered the embarrassed flush from their other meals, and she felt a small flutter in her belly as she thought about it. However, despite how uncomfortable it made her, she didn't know if she was looking forward to Eva's arrival. The thought of receiving attention from someone as beautiful as Eva fanned the flames between her legs.

She recalled the previous night, when she masturbated while watching Eva. Her imagination had gone wild, picturing the older woman's tongue between her legs. As she remembered her previous fantasies, Jane's arousal spiked sharply, and her sex clenched reflexively. A tingle of anticipation ran through her sex, and the embarrassed flush burned brighter through her face. She knew she shouldn't be imagining such things, but she could do little to stop her body from reacting.

"I'm sorry I'm late." Eva's voice cut through Jane's thoughts, and she jumped in her chair.

Eva stepped out onto the patio and gave Jane a smile. She wore the same pants-suit from earlier in the day, but her hair was slightly mussed. A few stray hairs hung down from her slicked back bangs.

"Oh, no worries..." Jane stood up hurriedly and smoothed the wrinkles from her dress. She tried to act natural, but the fantasies were still fresh in her mind, and her blush darkened as the older woman approached.

"You needn't rise for me." Eva reached down and took Jane's hand, kissing the back of it.

Jane pulled back her hand and rubbed the spot of the kiss. Her pounding heart only grew worse at the contact, and she averted her eyes. "Shall we get started with dinner?"

Eva nodded. "Yes, let's."

Thankfully, the meal passed quickly. A maid brought out the food from a dumbwaiter, and she served them steaming plates of food.

Eva talked about her work as she ate. With the topic on the mundane business of the estate, Jane avoided choking like she did during breakfast, and their meal was fairly uneventful.

By the time they finished eating, the sun set beyond the horizon, and the skies darkened. Only a single candle illuminated their plates, flickering on the patio table.

Eva gave a satisfied sigh and pushed away her empty plate. "So, did you enjoy your day today?"

Jane nodded. "It wasn't bad..."

She remembered getting cornered by the three maids in the gardens, but she had experienced a lot worse before coming to the mansion. She could think of many fates worse than becoming the toy of three beautiful maids.

(In fact, I wouldn't mind seeing them again tomorrow... Oh god, what am I thinking?)

Jane's ears burned in embarrassment as she thought about those maids. She took a sip of water and chugged it as she hoped to wash away her flustered embarrassment.

(Those maids stole my first time. I should be more angry with them... My first time should have been with someone more romantic, like Eva... Or Serina... Oh god, what am I thinking now?!)

Her embarrassment only grew worse as she simmered in her thoughts. Thankfully, Eva saved her and changed the subject.

"It's an exceptionally clear night, don't you think? The sky is wide open," Eva said and Jane nodded.

"The stars are beautiful, but... I don't see the moon." Jane turned her gaze up to the sky. There was no sight of the moon.

Eva nodded. "It's a new moon. You can only see it via the absence of the stars."

Jane gazed up in wonder at the sky. In the city, the stars had been hardly visible. Seeing the dark sky filled with them inspired a sense of wonder in her. However, at the same time, something else stirred in between her legs.

(Again? I was just beginning to feel normal again... Why is my body acting up so much?)

A warmth flickered to life between her legs. She had forgotten it during dinner, but it came back all the stronger. The fresh arousal burned through her body, and she clenched her sex reflexively.

"It's beginning..." Eva said ominously, but Jane didn't hear her.

The sweet, candy-like scent of the flowers grew stronger. It carried thick in the air, coating Jane's tongue with each breath and, as the musky floral aroma filled her lungs, the heat in her body flared even hotter.

Her toes curled back in her shoes, and her back arched. She tried to take a deep breath, but it only brought more of the sweet scent into her body, fogging her brain. Arousal drooled from her sex, making an unpleasant mess of her panties.

(Why did I get so horny suddenly..?) She furrowed her brow, trying to figure out what was going on, but her mind felt sluggish and dull.

"This is the reason we're having dinner outside tonight." Eva reached over and gently squeezed Jane's hand. "Did you know? There's this saying on the estate..."

Jane struggled to follow the conversation. She distinctly felt Eva's fingers squeezing hers, and how the older woman rubbed the back of her hand with a thumb. The physical contact sent tingles of pleasure racing up her arm, and it blocked out all other senses, but Eva continued to speak.

"On the night of a new moon, when the skies are clear, and the stars shine down from the heavens... The lilies bloom their brightest." Eva wrapped one arm around Jane's shoulder and leaned closer.

(What is going on!? I don't understand what she's saying...) Jane's heart raced as she tried to follow the conversation, but her mind focused on the older woman's arm around her shoulder. Eva still squeezed Jane's hand as well, and the sensation teased away her extraneous thoughts.

The scent of the flowers continued to grow stronger, and Jane's arousal grew with it. The heat burned through every fiber of her being. It brought hot butterflies that fluttered between her legs, and she squirmed in her seat.

"Hm? What's wrong?" Eva asked.

Her words seemed to come from a distance. Jane could hardly focus on them. She felt like she detected concern in those words, but all she could do was helplessly mewl.

The older woman's hand pressed against her forehead. It felt cool against her sweltering skin. "You seem feverish. It appears you are more sensitive to the flowers then most. How interesting..."

"Ah..." Jane let out a mewl, clenching her thighs together, but nothing could calm the urges in her loins. Without thinking, she leaned against Eva's shoulder, and the older woman let out a small laugh.

"Perhaps it was too soon to expose you to this high of concentration..." Eva gave her a comforting squeeze. "However, let's not make this for naught. You must look. See the beauty of our estate for yourself."

Eva's hands pushed her up and angled Jane's shoulders forward. She urged Jane to look; to look towards the gardens; to look towards the source of the intoxicating smell fogging her brain.

Beyond the edge of the balcony, down below, in the field of flowers, bright lights glowed. It started faint, like the stars against the night sky, but they grew brighter.

The field of flowers, which ought to be invisible without the light of the moon, glowed. The countless flowers lit up in a blinding white light, forming a sea of luminescent petals.

Jane's eyes widened at the sight, and her head swam in confusion. The flowers wavered in the wind and the ripples of the breeze danced over their petals like the crest of waves. The sight sent her head spinning.

(The flowers are... glowing?)

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Eva gave her another comforting squeeze. "This is the proof of our forebearers diligence."

Jane didn't have the wherewithal to respond. As the flowers glowed, sparkles floated up from them. They rose into the sky like shooting stars, twinkling and swirling with the wind. At the same time, the scent of the flowers grew stronger.

Her head swam in the sweet smell. Thinking felt like a trek through deep mud, and the burning desire between her legs ached for release.

"You're so adorable like this..." Eva whispered.

She leaned in and slid a hand up Jane's leg. She slipped her fingers beneath the hem of the dress and stroked Jane's inner thigh.

The touch sent tingles up her groin and gathered in her sex. Her eyes fluttered, and her head swam in confusion. (What's going on..? Why is she doing this?)

"Seeing you so taken by the lilies allure, it makes it difficult to resist myself." Eva whispered the words in Jane's ear, and the older woman's breath came hot down her neck.

Beyond the edge of the balcony, the glow of the flowers continued to brighten, and the overpowering sweet scent grew stronger.

(Something's wrong with this...) Jane thought to herself. Eva's fingers needed her inner thigh, sending fresh tingles of anticipation rushing to her loins, but it felt wrong somehow. Even as the lust burned through Jane's mind, she pushed back against it.

"Let's have fun tonight..." Eva bit Jane's ear, and a sultry giggle laced her words.

Jane's back arched and, as Eva's fingers pushed higher between her legs, the tingling anticipation reached a feverish pitch. The older woman's touch would soon reach her sex, and they would bring unimaginable pleasure with them, all she had to do was relax into the advances, but Jane's mind pushed back against it.

"No..." Jane pushed Eva away, panting for breath.

Eva blinked down at her in surprise, but Jane didn't give her a chance to say anything.

She got out of her seat and ran to the door, rushing inside and out of intoxicating flowery scents. As she breathed in the stale air inside the manor, her mind cleared enough to form a more coherent thought.

(What the hell is going on?!)

|| -- Chapter 9 -- ||

Jane lay on her bed, staring up at a gas-powered light. Her thoughts churned in confusion as she replayed the events of the night.

The flowers had glowed, and it felt like their scent had affected her mind. She had sat in a daze, unable to react as Eva made an advance on her. However, it felt like it happened to someone else, she'd barely been able to think through the sweet floral scent.

(I must be going mad...) She thought to herself.

Now that she could think properly, an embarrassed fluster returned to Jane's cheeks. She grabbed a pillow and gave a muffled scream into it. The events from dinner felt more like an embarrassing fantasy than something that really happened to her.

(There's no way flowers can glow so brightly, and someone as elegant as Eva would never try to come onto me... Perhaps it was all a dream?)

She desperately wished to convince herself of that, but she had thought the same about the events of the previous night. If anything, wishing for it to be a dream only convinced her more that it wasn't.