Aclysia awoke in her room in the mansion. Karitas' mansion, by assignment. Her father's mansion, by true ownership. Her mansion, by shared dwelling. A triumvirate of sensations that closely knit the half-elf into the environment.
Swinging her legs out of the bed, she stretched. Deliberate, long movements, to make every muscle in her body as awake as her mind was. Even the breathing was controlled. Her nubile form was on full display. Petite breasts rose and fell. Her belly curved outwards with deep breaths, only to return to its flat, softly defined state on exhale. Thighs tensed as she got on her toes. Her heels tapped back on the floor. She could feel her butt jiggle, in its rather impressive size.
Aclysia knew what she had to offer, in all its advantages. To flaunt it without control would have been unbecoming. Derilea had drilled it into her from the age that she began to realize what sexual attraction was, that attractiveness was a good most valuable when displayed with caution. Only for those dear to her, should she unveil and display herself.
The drawn curtains allowed no one to take a peek at her and yet she imagined someone was watching. Her Master, the person who she honoured with the privilege of her loyalty. To be a maid had been in her blood and she had taken to the lifestyle well. It was her calling and she answered it willingly.
The mental image of the man whom she was to serve had once been a hazy phantom. Recently, it had taken the firm shape of a man with white hair and blue eyes. Aclysia turned her head to smile at her bed, as if she could find Karitas there. Like every other morning, she was disappointed. A state of being that would not last for much longer.
Unless her father ruined it all for her.
Aclysia's smile collapsed into a frown. A complicated mixture of emotions rose in her chest. The love she had for her father wrestled with the adoration she had for Karitas. How dare her father interfere and ruin what she had nearly attained? Worse, draw his blood.
She was so close, to attaining it all. The conversations with her Queen-to-be were amicable and none else would she accept as her superior. Esther was all she could have asked for, stern when it came to reigning in Karitas' excesses and soft where it came to complimenting his strengths. All of the careful and fateful meetings and conversations, threatened in their culmination.
A violent rage compromised Aclysia's posture. She hunched forwards and grit her teeth. Then she slowly exhaled. "How dare father hurt my Karitas?" she mumbled and let the rage simmer inside her. It was only appropriate to be upset with what inconvenienced her beloved.
To stir in it, however, was unproductive. Aclysia had her morning routine to consider. First, she made the bed. Little had to be done there. She was a still sleeper and only needed a single pillow. It was fluffed easily, the sheets pulled straight and the blanket folded so she could slip underneath it in the evening.
Aclysia turned right and took a measured step. She shook her head, returned to her original position, then took the step again. This time, she did it with the proper sway. The maid sashayed along the walls of the room, inspecting the state of the furniture and presenting herself to her imaginary Master with every metre crossed. Her long hair bounced with every step.
'Perhaps I should have it shortened?' she wondered. She would have to carefully inquire if Karitas preferred it if her hair was as long as it was currently, reaching her thighs, or if he'd rather have it so it would not obstruct the view of her butt.
The surfaces around the room were as clean as she had left them yesterday. There was little decoration around her. No point existed in outfitting a room that she would not stay in. In a few weeks time, she would be invited to Karitas' room and she would not leave it again. The memory of her drunken dare, when she had slept in his arms, made her skin flush and prickle. She finished her round, then directed her march towards a red shirt that hung over the back of one of the chairs. It was terribly out of place in the otherwise spotless room.
Aclysia grabbed it and, with not even a moment of hesitation, pressed it against her face. She inhaled deeply. The masculine scent filled her from the nostrils all the way down to the lungs. Like her future, he smelled, of stars and pine and confidence. The slight note of sweat added exertion to the mix. She wondered what he had done while wearing this one. Being in charge of the laundry afforded her the opportunities of absconding with his worn shirts and she took them whenever she required.
With his scent filling her lungs, she dropped down on one of the chairs and reached between her legs. Eyes closed, lost to the moment, she quietly moaned to herself and imagined it was his fingers. She barely needed five minutes before she had brought herself to orgasm.
'Ah, I did it again,' she thought, with just a twinge of shame in her heart. Masturbation had become a more frequent pastime of hers recently and the number was only ramping up further. After leaving her Karitas and Esther to their lewd activities yesterday, she had brought herself to orgasm several times. The more time she spent with them, the more intense her urges got. 'What will they do to me when it is finally time?'
Taking a parting huff of his scent, Aclysia pulled the shirt away from her nose. She furrowed her eyebrows, displeased with herself that she had left a spot wet with drool. Standing up, she kept it in her hands for one moment. The thought to put it on (and only it) and make her way to the bathroom occurred. For that manoeuvre, however, she was not daring enough - yet. Particularly with the friends of her Master-to-be in the house.
Instead, she marched to the large closet. The double-doored wooden furniture was the reason why she had chosen this room in particular. It had a coat hanger and various drawers, for her to finely sort out her items. For the morning, she put on a simple indoor dress. It was only to cover her while she made her way to the bathroom.
Aclysia used the same bathroom as Esther and Karitas did. However, she was, as per usual, there an hour before them. To be the maid was to be the first to awaken. Besides, there was a mild satisfaction in seeing the clean shower. Esther was thorough in her discipline and always cleaned up after herself. Therefore, when Aclysia showered first, she could leave the glass behind wet, knowing it would be used and cleaned within the hour. A rudimentary cleaning, certainly, but enough to make the maids' life easier.
'As mother's adage goes: do not serve those who make serving difficult,' Aclysia thought to herself, as she began her morning routine. It was an overall short affair. She brushed her teeth, then her hair, reining in what few strands had escaped her backwards comb overnight and undoing any onsetting knots that may have formed. That took her about ten minutes, after which she hopped into the shower. She cleaned herself thoroughly with a sponge, ever committed to scrubbing any impurities from her smooth, pale skin. After she stepped out, she covered herself in a thin layer of moisturizer, let that be absorbed, and did her final inspections. Afterwards, she put on the clothes for the day.
