Dark niches were easy to find within the city's limits, it was carved out from the new ruins of modern day masonry. Damp wet stones greased from the local eateries were a common sight drawing an elongated architect of Victorian streets dabbled with a little bit of renaissance provided an alcove of buildings dressed in violet lilies and orchids. It was winter, the snow gently swaying from the clouds and falling onto the sleepy haven of the night. As the saying goes: it's never really cold when it snows allowing the citizens a night of reprieve from the blistering winds and the nips of frost that frequent the country side.
An elusive devil crept throughout the purgatory state of the grey realm, forcing him into this existence to collect another soul that would be placed within the contest of heaven and hell. He was dressed as a gentleman: top-hat, coat tails with a nice silk dress shirt accented by gold cuffs. The scent of sulfur was quickly fading from his breath as began to breath primordial oxygen, relish in the fact, that it was he that was dispatched from the arch to perform this single task.
His features were sharp and pallid, an ash complexion that was an undertone to his honey-hued orbs. Sandy brown hair oiled back in small waves and locks were dressed to the right side and parted from the back. A modern twist to the relic of society, letting others distinguish that he had the sense of oriental fashion was the reason why his hairstyle was delicate and unusual.
To the task at hand, he was here to collect an estrange woman, that lived by herself. A social-phobic princess that was living amongst the inanities of a privileged life had drawn out her course to live life without living. A sheltered flower that has not been touched or even appealed too due to the vulgar state of nobility, it was she that he had come into this existence. His benevolence of tainted divinity wrapped up in the mortal coil. He approaches her estate at this late hour.
The grime cages of steel rusted bars were indeed formidable to discourage any ascension or attempt to breach the grounds, but it does not matter to this unearthly creature. The reality of physics bends to his will as the effervescent wake of his being seethe forth to bend the bars within the cover of darkness and let him project his person through the grounds in a hasten approach. His form glibber with the specks of ash and ember, crossing the distance of twenty feet within seconds until he was deep in another shadow, softly he adjusts himself straightening his clothing as his sight falls upon the vine wall of lilacs that lead towards an open window.
The lass were endowed with beauty, sensible grace, and were filled with yearning for her life to end. Black tresses were bun neatly onto the back of her head, tied by a silk ribbon. She was dressed down from her elegant gowns simply wearing the bodice with a thin layer of a dress, shaping her legs and form exquisitely. Her skin was milky and cooled from the night's air, never expecting to be touched this evening by a wicked gentleman.
He crept in silence up along the wall, his mortal hands clutching onto the stone and leafy veins of the wall. Unnaturally finding purchase upon the slick cold stones of the building, jaded from the method of cementing stone blocks. His could scent the natural beauty of the woman that sat alone in her room, untouched by a man's hand, and was groomed by countless servants.
She was being attended to one at this hour, combing out her hair and preparing the woman to sleep for tonight. The maid worked diligently, dressed in black complimented by a lacey apron. Her hair was naturally kept beneath a small bonnet distinguishing herself as the lady's personal servant. How the two spent hours in the night re-counting the small freedom of being able to love another man, not expecting that they will have a visitor tonight. Oh, no they never expected that he would arrive.
The two were always comfortable with each other, one exchanging lewd tales as the other offer the bit of luxury. They never did truly understand how their bodies ache for lust and passion, causing rosy hues to flush upon their cheeks. Never speaking upon their excitement for it seems common for the two to be blushing and lightly squirming against each other.
A muse was whispered into the maid's mind toying with the idea in how lush it would be to kiss the noble woman; to stop her body from constantly aching to be touched. She looked into the other's eyes catching her attention before leaning forth to taste her mouth. The two were silent as they became lip-locked fulfilling the desire of wanting to be kissed, her only confident, found herself willing. The devil's fruit was slowly beginning to ripe; as desire and temptation bonded to a single want.
Their bodies pressed against firmly onto the other softly creating a bit of friction upon the loose clothing of the noble. The maid's perky breasts awash onto the other in a gentle mold, caressing the other's chest, just as the brushing has stopped. Slender hands fallen upon the nobles shoulder, holding the other still, as the gentle kissing continued causing small gasps of pleasure to escape their mouths. They would never notice that he had crept through the window, knees bending to eliminate the cast of his shadow upon the grounds.
' Kiss her along her neck and steal a small nibble from the warm flesh' another beckoning call seeps into the maid's mind, as her hot mouth turned towards the noble woman's ear and down to her neck. The lady's cheeks were flushing her inked ruby lips parting into another soft gasp, as the flutter of her breathing became vapid. The lacey string of the maid's apron became undone by the prick of his fingers. His cold hands shaping themselves at her ankles as he begins to draw up her dress; exposing the delicate black stockings.
The new feel of a woman's thighs were now brushing against the other leading the maid to sit upon the lady's lap. His fingers crept towards the noble bringing her hands to find purchase upon the maid's luscious bottom, sneaking beneath her dress. It wrought devilish sensations to touch and feel another woman's skin. 'Work your way down onto her chest and use the flat of your tongue upon the exposed skin...now gently, pull down her top to expose her breasts.'
