Bambi and the Duke
Disowned for being a human, Vivian was taken in as a maid at the age of seven by the Carmichael household. Serving one of the most respected and elite pureblood families in Bonelake, there were rules. Rules that must be followed by all servants and maids. Like everyone else, Vivian was repeatedly reminded not to disobey the rules. But before she could learn to blend into the background like the other servants, the Duke's young son calls to her, “Bambi.” And all hell breaks loose. ----- "What? Never seen a bruise before?" Leonard scoffed at the girl. "Does it hurt?" Vivian asked, gently kneeling beside him and examining the several bruises covering his face. "Not that much." Remembering what her mother used to do when she got a bruise, Vivian brought her sleeve to her mouth and blew warm air on it before placing it on the boy's cheek, taking him by surprise. Leonard swatted her hand away, a hint of pink appearing on his cheeks embarrassed, "W-what are you doing?" "Mama told me this will make the pain go away," the girl held her hand close to her chest as she shared her past memory. "I’m not a child!” Leonard huffed at her. “I don’t think you’re a child,” she stared at him with a crystal-clear gaze. Taken aback, Leonard locked eyes with her for two seconds before shaking his head. “Don’t worry about it. They’ll heal in a day or two anyways," he reassured her before getting up and taking a seat at the table where his books were placed. "Odd girl," he muttered to himself as he pulled the top book from the stack and lost himself in it.
Winter's ball- Part 2
Vivian unzipped his pant and unsure of what to do next, it felt as if she was under pressure suddenly and wanted to cry. As if feeling her worry, Leonard used his hand to pull out his hardened member out of his slacks.
"It might be easier if you sit down," he guided her, making sure she didn't misunderstand to kneel on the floor, he made her sit on the seat where her dress that she had worn was crumpled, "Don't be embarrassed. You have done it before," he urged her with patient voice and she took hold of his member that was in front.
His member was hard yet soft in her hands as she used both her hands to hold it. It was warm, very warm. Moving her hand as she did last time, she moved it back and forth to hear a hum of approval come from the back of his throat. This went on for a minute until she bent down to lick the tip of it like a cream that was on her finger. One lick and then she licked another time to hear take a sharp intake of breath.