Regulations and expectations. That's what ran through Melani's head as she rolled over and stretched, the sun shone upon her face as the serving girl opened the heavy drapes. Everything in Melani's life was regulated it felt like. From when she had to wake up, what she had to do during her day, right down to the awful scratchy nightgown she had to sleep in. She jealously thought of her husband and how he got to sleep naked comfortable next to her every night. Sure he had his set of regulations and expectations but the difference was that he, and his male colleagues of the tribunal, could at any time get together and change those regulations. Like all the other woman of the Thurgood society Melani was stuck without a voice to appeal any of the gods awful regulations.
As she stood the horribly scratchy night gown grazed over her nipples eliciting a jolt of pain, though Melani had to admit, a bit of pleasure too. A whisk of her hand and the candles around the room were extinguished. She could use magic just as well as her husband yet the laws of the society excluded her from any decision making. As if she wasn't a part of that society, as if her loins weren't expected to stretch to bring new life to that society. Melani knew it bothered her more than most of the women she considered peers. They were happy to follow along and spread their legs whenever their powerful husbands required. As she stepped into a bath Melani had to admit with an impish grin that she didn't so much mind spreading her legs either. She just wished her husband would finish the job. During their most recent intercourse, which felt distant now, he had spent his load and left her in the peaks of desire with a burning need. The need still persisted, time had done little to abate it. Of course another ridiculous rule set by a past tribunal was that women were forbidden from touching themselves without their husband present. Some foolish idea that women needed to save their heat for a man. Melani scoffed, as if her pussy was as fickle as a man's balls and couldn't get off more than once or twice a day. Still one of her serving girls lingered in the shadows and would of course report any misdeed to her husband.
Regulations and Expectations.
Melani sighed and finished her bath, which was more for relaxation than cleanliness since a simple spell could wipe her body clean in seconds. She dressed in a layered dress with hues of sunset red and burnt amber. Something to reflect the fire inside her today.
She checked her planner and saw that she had some rare time to herself this morning before a tea at midday with some group for something or other that her husband was hoping she would join. He wished Melani was more active in the social circles instead of spending all her time in the library. Which is exactly what she was going to do this morning before tea. She wound through the corridors of her home filled with exotic artifacts and ancient art pieces. Once in the library she set to work collecting the many books she had on her list to read. Not collecting by hand mind you, an ordinary recollection spell floated all the books she last had on the table back to where they had been during her last trip to the library. Nesting into her cozy reading chair she selected a book she had been eagerly anticipating about the usage of northern flora in the potion making of the ancient witch doctors.
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"Ma'am?" A timid voice broke through Melani's concentration. "Ma'am it's almost time for your tea." She looked up from her book and met the bright emerald eyes of a young woman. Melani was caught off guard, drawn into the swirling verdant hues she found herself swimming in. She drew her eyes away to take in the features of this young woman. She had a small nose and plump lips. Smooth skin, showed she had a level of magical talent, but not flawless like Melani's own skin. Her hair was auburn and seemed to catch fire as she took a step back into the sunlight, clearly nervous under the examining gaze. Melani took her time looking her over though. She was dressed the same as the other serving girls, but somehow the dark dress and simple white sash hugged her form better than most. Her hips were accentuated nicely, her chest was enough to make any woman envious, with legs shaped by a sculptor.
"What's your name girl? You're new aren't you?" Melani asked finally finishing her examination.
"Aberdeen ma'am," The serving girl responded, "Yes I am new, I started just last week."
Melani laughed, "Last week? And they've already sent you to disturb me from me reading. Cynthia must have it out for you already"
"I'm sorry ma'am. But Cynthia did say it was almost time for your tea appointment."
"That it is." Melani responded though her mind still rested on the figure of the girl before her. She remembered being at that age and she would have killed for a body like that. Not realizing at the time she would grow into the beauty she was today. Jealousy was a powerful drug, more powerful than any of the potions those northern witch doctors of old had ever brewed. She chuckled to herself and set her book down, dismissing them all back to their shelves. Turning towards the door and striding past the girl she asked, "Tell me Aberdeen, how old are you? And how did you come to be in service to my husband?" Because she was technically in her husband's service even though he was almost never home. Melani was strictly forbidden from hiring, or even firing, anyone in her household.
Aberdeen seemed to falter a bit hearing her own name come from the mouth of this woman, she stuttered and fell in step behind her, "I.. I'm twenty two. I just finished studies at St. Claires, but was unable to retain an apprenticeship. So my father, who refuses to have idle children, sent me out to Madam Pointe who had me placed here."
"St. Claires huh, so you studied botany and specialized in what exactly?"
"Potions and mind connections."
"How interesting, I would not have thought the two connected."
"Actually they are. For example with the right plants one could make an amnesiac potion that left the mind still active. And with the help of rosemary and a full moon you could then imprint your desires onto the memories of the subject. When they awoke they would only remember what you had imprinted and as the potion wore off and their memories returned with the concentration of a McHenry crystal they would retain your desires as their own." Suddenly realizing she had been monologuing to the lady of the house Aberdeen turned beet read and clamped her hands over her mouth. A muffled apology was all that she emitted.
Melani began laughing at the girls embarrassment, "Come now dear never apologize for being brilliant. Besides I'm sure you saw what book I as reading today, I have a deep fascination for the potions and elixirs that may have been lost to time. Your idea is certainly plausible, though as I'm sure you know no one has yet to make an amnesiac potion that operates as you would need."
"Miss Pargrin said the same thing and knocked 50% off my potions final presentation for it. And my father said to keep my hair brained ideas to myself after that."
"Well it sounds as if St. Claires and your father don't value ingenuity. Luckily for you I do." Melani replied with a wink and turned towards the girl, "I like you Aberdeen. I want you to feel free to use my library whenever you wish to advance your knowledge. My husband has spent a great fortune procuring some of those books for me, in hopes that it will help me be a better house wife. It won't, but I'm not going to tell him that. Anyway it's a shame that I'm the only one who reads them, so please help yourself." And with another wink she added, "Just don't let Cynthia catch you." With that she turned and strode out the doors to the carriage waiting for her.
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Melani ran through the maze of hedges laughing as music rose around her. The lights from the fires and sounds of dancing cascaded through the leaves that enveloped her journey. Laughing and stumbling she rounded a corner and found a dead end before her. She turned, but two late and found herself being wrapped in two massive arms and pushed against the chest of her pursuer. He laughed along as he lifted her in the air and their lips embraced in a passionate kiss.
Melani's hands roamed across his thick chest feeling the muscles ripple as he held her in the air. She kicked off her shoes and wrapped her legs around his waist, the bulge in his pants very evident as it pressed against her pelvis. She moaned as his kissed strayed from her lips and down her neck. The sounds of the party just outside the bushes swallowed up her cries of pleasure as if they were nothing.
Suddenly her blouse was torn open, thrusting her breasts into the cool night air. Her nipples stiff from arousal already were exposed and her lover attacked them. His lips latched onto her right breast, tongue swirling around her areola. Then the sharp bite of pain and his teeth clamped down on her nipple. She cried out in a moan of pain and ecstasy.
Melani ground her hips into the rock hard bulge in his trousers as his mouth found her other nipple. She slid her hands down to her own crotch and felt the warmth and wetness of her desire. Her hands were swiftly swatted away by those of her lover. He set her on the ground as they reignited their passionate kiss he began to rub gently against her sex. Her undergarments quickly became soaked as her pussy leaked in approval. She ground into him and moaned as his tongue invaded her mouth. Exploring and wrestling with her own.
