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.
