Visitor and Voyeur

THE UNIFORMED SERVANTS OF THE VILLA brought in the dishes of steamed broccoli and fruit salad first. Their culinary attires matched the splendor of the white mansion, and not one of them had a speck of oil from their recent cooking. The stewards all trailed in a line to the long dining hall.

The breakfast room overlooked acres of moorland and the breeze smelled of citrus and willows. Egrets played in the distance. Rafel, seating back in his sturdy chair noticed the excesses of vegetables and mayonnaise were placed directly in front of the young heiress, Brunhilda.

Her mother, Cordelia noticed Rafel's wondering expression and smiled at her stiffly seated daughter. She explained to him.

"Bruna is vegan."

Rafel nodded but kept his lips sealed. The Goth girl looked him over in her gray iris. She was testing him. As more trays of food were brought in, she kept those smart eyes on Rafel, pulling at the dark dreadlocks of her hair from time to time.

Cordelia had changed out of her nightie, but not into something less revealing. She sat directly beside Rafel, on the right hand of her Lord husband. Sir Lucius sat at the head of the table, his daughter beside him. From Rafel's perspective, Brunhilda was opposite him on the long dressed table.

His infernal eyes seemed to peer right through her polka dot shirt.

Her mother, the Countess was more than happy to seat close to Rafel. She was clothed in a cashmere cardy, big but not big enough to hide the outline of her breasts. And framing her perfectly wide hips were blue denim pants.

Every now and then, she turned a smile to Rafel when her husband bowed his head and she scooted a little bit off her chair seat. This little action made her cardigan ride up her waist. It pushed out her already large ass. Still, she lifted just a tiny inch off the seat, enough to tease Rafel with the globular mounds of her fat ass.

Rafel breathed in her jasmine scent. He wondered how warm her skin was under the cardy. She had a healthy, thick body he could forget the cold of winter in.

'If I reached out right now to feel up for her tits, would she slap my hand away?' Rafel thought. 'Fuck ifs!'

He grabbed Cordelia's small hand under the table and dragged it to his crotch. Her delicate fingers closed over the hard ridge of a straining erection, and she hid out her soft hiss with a cough.

She felt Rafel's raging hard-on for her. And it nearly made the Countess push back her seat, kneel over and suck him off right there. Her daughter's warm inquisitive eyes stopped her.

"I–It's so b–big." Cordelia coughed again.

Her hand couldn't wrap around Rafel's entire length. He was full and huge in her grasp. She could feel the heaviness of release in the protrusion. Her pink nails scratched at his jeans. He swelled even more in her palm and Cordelia abandoned propriety to sneak a peek, just a tiny, quick peek under the table.

"Fuck!"

Rafel's cock rose like the mountains of Avalon. She was entranced in a single look. Cordelia was just about to rip down his zipper and let his dick pop free when she heard—

"Pardon, darling?"

It was her husband's voice.

Cordelia's gray eyes flew up and her hand dropped as Rafel furtively closed his legs and arranged himself. Her pupils were dilated as she stared from Lucius to Brunhilda. Somehow, Cordelia could tell her daughter smelled a rat.

"Are you okay, dear?" Lucius touched her hand.

"Mmhmm," came Cordelia's stiff soprano.

"Unless I didn't hear right, I'm pretty sure you uttered the word, fuck. You know we have rules about cussing at the table, especially when we have such a noble visitor over."

Cordelia waved her long black hair back, knowing the tumbling charcoal mass would make her husband quit his pestering. Lucius dotted on her like a horny chicken.

"I'm not sure I said, fuck, but I'm alright," said Cordelia. "—right as rain. Let's eat!"

She picked up her cutlery and her tone left no room for questions. The Count, Lucius was quick to unveil his dish of mutton. He speedily dug into the red meat. Unlike his daughter, Lucius was as carnivorous as a man could possibly get. He ate everything from the gizzard of a bison to the heart of a goat.

"Elk's milk?" Cordelia said to Rafel.

He nodded and she poured from a silver flask into his glass cup. "Thank you, Your Grace," he returned.

Cordelia watched Rafel until he took a sip.

"You like?"

Rafel smiled at her stroking pupils. She was smiling too. He knew she wasn't just talking about the milk. The woman knew how to push all of his buttons. But despite all the wicked things he wanted to do to her, Rafel simply nodded.

They ate in silence for some seconds. Brunhilda noticed the redhaired demon at their table favored the flagon of human blood her father had secretly ordered be placed beside Rafel's tray of muffins. He had only eaten one of the little cakes.

But he'd drank two glasses of blood.

It would've gone unnoticed to Brunhilda if not for the swift flash of white fangs and the glow in his crimson eyes every time he took a sip of the unassuming goblet. She knew to her [Rare] witch core; it was blood.

After some minutes, Cordelia quietly stood to her feet.

"Excuse me, darling. I need to visit my chambers. I'll be back," she said and her eyes slid to her daughter. "Finish up your salad and beans now, honey! You'll need to get the protein somehow."

Cordelia didn't dare look at Rafel as she gently pushed back her chair and walked away. He got the message though. Brunhilda wasn't fooled either by her mother's casual stride out the dining room. When Rafel stood also, just about thirty seconds later, and growled,

"Bathroom?"

Brunhilda pointed out the hall and down a spacious verandah. She too lasted a minute before she jumped to her feet.

"I'll be back, daddy!" She kissed Sir Lucius' red chewing cheeks and hurried out the room.

She took the corner which seemed like she was heading up to her own bedroom, but turned into the corridor and up the stairs that led to her mother's. She knew something was going on between the Earl and her mum. The Count was left alone at the long table. The plates were half empty. He looked from his steak round the table of abandoned seats.

Lucius then said, "Is there something in the food?" He shrugged. "Hmm, more for me!"

Meanwhile, as Brunhilda made her way down the glittery white hallway to her mother's bedroom, Rafel was already in the sacred quarters. And so was the Countess, Cordelia.