Castle Mroczna - A Lady's Fun
Lady Mroczna looked out the window at the gale blowing as the sun was setting. Truly unfortunate that a blizzard was coming as the night fell. She did quite dislike having to stay indoors instead of enjoying the moonlight upon her skin, but this was outside of even her control.
Its people, its travellers, its trespassers, they were subject to her influence, but she'd lived long enough to know the valley could not be tamed.
As much as she inwardly grumbled about being deprived of a good nightly stroll around the battlements, she rather liked the harsh and wild nature of her home.
The first snowflakes were starting to blow in. No doubt those in the village were prepping and battening down the hatches if the blizzard turned wild. She'd send servants in the morning to ascertain any damage and provide assistance.
The village may have feared her, but she did in fact care for their wellbeing; they were so loyal, despite their worries, and they were such sweet treats to indulge in from time to time.
Of course, their mild fear was quite the spice to any feast, so she and her daughters were never quite keen on assuring the villagers that House Mroczna were quite... selective, on who became Servants. The villagers valued their sense of free will.
Did that make her evil? Perhaps, but she did not care. She meant them no harm and wanted them to do well in the shadow of her castle. They seemed to understand that, inwardly, but all the same, did not wish to 'lose themselves' to her.
It made what rare visits she had from the villagers, and her rarer forays into Dolina Mroku, all the more delightful.
Still, none would dare venture to the castle in the coming weather, even if she summoned them. Not that she would, she was not so callous to her subjects.
Fortunately, she had plenty of servants all too willing to sate her during times like this. She moved over to the door of her room, the fireplace crackling to provide some heat, not that she needed it, but her kind did value warmth. And it was good for her servants, since they did prefer not to freeze at all.
She rang a bell, the wire running through concealed boarding in the walls all the way to the servants' lounge, a small place near their chambers where they could talk and relax.
It was not lavish by the standards of the rest of Katarzyna's home, but comfortable and dignified. And it didn't stop her servants enjoying the comforts of her home when they could, surreptitiously or with permission.
She and her daughters made no efforts to stop the former, because it was the best excuse to dole out 'punishment'.
She heard footsteps approaching, and there was a polite knock at the door.
She opened it, and there stood one of her servants, a woman in her mid forties but looking quite refined all the same, giving Katarzyna a small curtsie.
"You called, my Lady?"
Katarzyna nodded.
"I am in something of a mood, my dear... please, go fetch Oleg for me," she commanded.
The woman nodded, and turned around, leaving with a dutiful pace to her step.
Vivian had only been in service to the Family for a short five years, but she was already quite at home... and not keen to return to her old home. Dull, and apparently abusive, she also never thought she'd feel pleasure anywhere else like she did in the Family's employ.
But tonight, Katarzyna was hoping for younger, more energetic tastes, and Oleg was a particular flavour; lanky, short, but quite dexterous, and very responsive.
But she was also feeling a little lazy...
She laughed, and removed her dress, placing it upon a large mannequin in the corner of her room, watching as snow started to buffet the window, the whistling noise outside getting louder.
She donned a thin, loose-fitting gown made of a silvery-white silk, sighing as her curves settled outside of the restrictive but still comfortable dress she usually wore.
Her gown didn't leave much to the imagination, though it took a bit of effort to see her body through the material, given her own deathly pale complexion.
But her nipples poked out the silk, framed by white threads woven into the pattern of a flower of sorts, the pale peach of her bumps just visible through the fabric.
She wore dark, lacy underwear, and nothing else, barefoot upon the cold wooden floorboards, which ever quietly creaked under her weight.
There was soon another knock at the door, and Katarzyna looked over.
"Come in," she granted.
They opened, and in stepped the lithe form of Oleg himself, much neater than the day he joined in service to the House, but still just as lanky and... tender.
She smiled at him, and spied the subtle twitch that coursed through him, like he still possessed the fight-or-flight instinct from that day.
She delighted in it, but Katarzyna wasn't out to pin him down like her daughter Kalina or Jasmine had done.
She examined him up and down, and spied what looked like the faintest smear of lip gloss on the corner of his mouth.
She reached down and gently grasped his jaw, thumb rubbing over this mark. A look of worry crossed his face, but Katarzyna simply laughed.
He was no doubt enjoying an intimate moment with that woman, Jasmine, also captured that day with Oleg, along with two others. Prospective thieves that have since shown themselves to be hard-working and dutiful, making good on their penance.
"She will be there for you when I am done, though I fear she may be too ravenous for you after I have had my fill~"
It was not idle talk, Jasmine had grown quite promiscuous since being inducted into the staff at the House, and had discovered she enjoyed being in charge, not that she didn't mind submitting to others when her mood fancied.
Which was not so different to how Katarzyna was feeling now, but it was hardly submission.
She brushed her thumb across Oleg's lips, feeling how he quivered at her touch, towering over the small man.
Katarzyna chuckled lowly, and moved to shut the door to her room, locking it for good measure; there would be no disturbances.
"The blizzard has robbed me of a good walk tonight, and now I am feeling lazy... indulge me, Oleg~"
She pushed her calve against his crotch, already feeling the erection growing within his pants. He gulped and nodded.
"Yes, my Lady," he responded.
Katarzyna looked down with narrowed eyes and a pleased smirk.
"Mmm, good boy~" she crooned, her other hand tugging aside her gown and revealing her panties.
Oleg's eyes locked onto the garment, and understood the assignment. He spread his stance a little to better put his head level with her crotch.
A hot breath of arousal washed over her inner thighs, Katarzyna pinning back her lower lip salaciously, enjoying Oleg's quickly growing desires.
He started off by peppering her inner thighs with kisses, soft and delicate at first, almost fleeting, before he took his time with them, drawing his lips slowly together and pressing firmly to her meaty flesh, adding his tongue to the mix with gentle laps or prolonged curls off her skin.
He switched between legs, leaving neither without touch, and drew closer to her groin.
His kissing grew more salacious, however, more fervent and energetic, the soft smacking now audible to any other human if they were in the room.
Her hearing? She could count the beats of his heart, even as it quickened.
He smelled so nice, his blood just begging to be sipped. Not yet, she told herself. She was going to let Oleg do his job.
He murmured softly, and dragged his tongue up to her panties, teasing around the hem covering up that sweet treasure beneath, just visible through the lace.
His lips slid over the material and mouthed against her vulva through her panties, making Katarzyna gasp softly.
"Gooood boooy~" she praised, her voice dripping with seductive desire, one hand resting on the back of his head, the other bracing on her thigh.
Oleg continued his foreplay, groaning from the repeated touches to his erection by her leg, leaving him feeling quite needy already.
Eventually, that other hand reached up, and tugged aside her panties to expose her pale crotch, her pussy already wet with need.
He took a moment to stare at the perfectly smooth mound, and those fatty, succulent labia hiding pristine pink flesh beneath.
Then he leaned in and curled his tongue across her slit, letting the tip sink between the puffy folds, and tasting her from tip, to her clitoris.
He gently flicked his tongue off her bud with a curling motion, and promptly did it again, and several more times at that, making Katarzyna gasp each time, and soon loose a devious little chuckle.
"Oh, someone has been practising~" she crooned, raking her fingers through her hair. The Servants of the House often indulged with each other when not doing their duties, pursuing what hobbies they could in their free time, or otherwise occupied.
And of course, the intimacy and feedings they endured at the hands of her daughters. And herself.
"Keep it up, Oleg~ I am always pleased when a servant is so eager~"
At the merest hint of her being pleased, Oleg seemed to increase his efforts, mouthing more aggressively to her vulva, tongue pushing firmly against the flesh between folds and splaying her labia wide.
Her hips started to rock gently, and her other hand moved to grope one of her breasts, gently pinching a nipple through the silken gown.
