Maya's Night

Night fell, and Maya found herself in her room, clad in her pajamas. The room she occupied was conveniently located next to Cian's, the earl's son. It was a deliberate arrangement, intended for her to cater to his every need.

In the darkness of the night, perhaps in its very midst, Maya remained wide awake. Her thoughts were consumed by the recent encounter with her young master in the bathroom, replaying in her head like a vivid dream. She couldn't help but recall the sensations, the taste, and the overwhelming emotions that had surged through her.

"Haaa..." Maya let out a sigh.

Her fingers instinctively reached for her throat, as if seeking a physical connection to the sensations that had ravaged her earlier.

The memory of him plunging deep into her throat, the mixture of pleasure and breathlessness, remained etched in her mind.

Her heart suddenly skyrocketed, racing within her chest. It was a familiar sensation, one that always seemed to accompany her interactions with Cian. But this time, it was intensified, nearly to the point of rendering her knees weak.

In the privacy of her room, Maya found herself unable to resist the pull of her own desires. Her hand rose to her mouth, the same mouth that had enveloped Cian's throbbing length just hours ago.

As her fingertips grazed her lips, she could feel her breathing becoming ragged, her body responding to the vivid memories that flooded her mind.

She still grappled with the complexity of their forbidden act, the depths of its meaning eluding her comprehension. Yet, the lingering sensation, the taste of him that still lingered on her tongue, made her cast aside rationality. In that moment, she didn't care about understanding. All that mattered was the undeniable pleasure that coursed through her veins.

Driven by instinct and an insatiable longing, Maya's hand descended lower, her fingers tracing the contours of her own desire.

Her fingers began to trace delicate patterns over the fabric that covered her most intimate place, each touch sending shivers of pleasure through her body. With her other hand, she brought her fingers to her lips, gently sucking on them, imagining that it was Cian's throbbing member she was tasting.

As she pleasured herself, her gaze fixated on the wall that stood as the sole barrier between her and her young master.

"...Young master..."

It felt like an insurmountable obstacle, separating them in a torturous way. Her heart yearned for his touch, for his love to consume her entirely. In her mind's eye, she envisioned him breaking through that wall, his presence overpowering her senses.

She yearned for him to ravish her with the same passion they had shared in the bathroom. The thought sent shivers of anticipation down her spine. Perhaps they could even explore new territories, pushing the boundaries of their desires even further. The possibilities swirled in her imagination, igniting a flame of untamed longing within her.

As her fantasies spun wild and untamed, her hand quickened its pace, spiraling further into the realm of ecstasy.

"Ahn..."

A seductive symphony of pleasure resonated within her, causing a strange, unfamiliar voice to escape her lips. The sound startled her, yet it failed to deter her explorations.

"...Ahnn... Young m-master... Ahnn..." Her voice, filled with longing, grew increasingly ragged as she called out to him.

The flames of desire consumed her, urging her to seek further pleasure. With a daring impulse, her hand slipped beneath the fabric, venturing into the depths of her longing.

Simultaneously, her other hand that had once grazed her lips found its way to her breast, teasing and caressing the sensitive flesh. The combined motions of both hands created a sensual dance, sending shivers of anticipation through her body.

As her fingertips traced the contours of her crevice, a surge of wetness greeted her touch.

"E-Eh? Did I peed myself?"

Her confusion momentarily disrupted the raw intensity of her passion. Unaware of her body's response, she mistook the increasing arousal for something else entirely. Little did she know that it was the manifestation of her desire, flowing freely from her core.

Undeterred by her misunderstanding, Maya's hands resumed their intimate dance. One hand caressed her breasts, her fingertips teasing and arousing sensitive flesh. The other hand, now immersed in the warmth between her thighs, moved in a tantalizing circular motion.

"...Ahnn... Ahnn... Ahnnn..."

Her fingers were now directly touching her wet and sensitive area, causing a plethora of sensual moans to escape her mouth.

However, she abruptly stopped as a sudden thought occurred to her. "Ah?! W-was that too loud? Would young master hear me even through these walls?"

The mere thought of being heard by him embarrassed her to no end. If he did hear her, she wouldn't be able to face him for a while.

Despite this, she couldn't bring herself to stop. She grabbed her pajama and placed it over her mouth, hoping to muffle the sounds as she continued to satisfy her burning desire.

"Mff... Mff... Mff... Mfff...."

As Maya continued pleasuring herself, she sensed an overwhelming storm building up within her. The intensity of the pleasure urged her to quicken her hand movements.

Driven by the overwhelming sensations, she began moving her hands faster, desperately seeking release.

Inside her body, a tempest of pleasure raged, a sensation entirely new to her.

"Mff... Mff! Mfffff! Mfff!" Her moans were muffled by the fabric pressed against her mouth.

The burning desires within her demanded release, urging her to move even faster.

"Mfff! Mffff! Mfffffffffffffff! Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh!"

The sensation grew so intense that she involuntarily released the fabric that had been muffling her moans.

"Wh-What's this?! Ahnnn! I-It feels like I'm going to fly!"

The sensation was beyond anything Maya had ever experienced. As her hands moved with heightened fervor, she reached the peak of pleasure and climaxed.

"Haaaaa! Aaaah! Aaaah!"

Blinded by the intensity of the orgasm, her entire vision was engulfed in white.

Her body arched like a bridge, unable to contain the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her. As the waves of ecstasy subsided, her back slumped onto the bed, and she found herself gasping for breath.

"Haaa... Haaa... Haaa... Ah?! I p-peed myself!" Maya exclaimed, noticing the wetness on the bed and her soaked pajamas.

Unaware that she had experienced female ejaculation, she mistakenly attributed it to urine.

"Haaa...." she sighed, "Now I have to change the sheets and my pajamas..." She got up to attend to the task of cleaning up.

After changing the sheets, she proceeded to undress herself in order to put on fresh pajamas. As she stood there, completely naked, her gaze caught sight of the mirror.

Intrigued, she turned her attention to her reflection. At thirteen years old, her body had undergone noticeable changes. Her breasts had grown in size, and her hips had widened, signifying her transition into womanhood.

Curiosity sparked within her as she pondered whether she appeared beautiful in the eyes of her young master. Cian was always so stoic and expressionless, never expressing any admiration for her physical appearance. The question lingered in her mind, causing a tinge of uncertainty.

Her gaze then shifted towards the glistening crevice between her legs, still moist with her arousal. A tingling sensation coursed through her as she contemplated Cian's presence. An unexpected and almost instinctual thought crossed her mind, painting a vivid image of him penetrating her.

"What if... What if he were to put his member inside me? Would it bring pleasure to us both?"

The thought lingered momentarily, enticing her imagination. However, just as swiftly as the idea surfaced, she shook her head, attempting to dispel the arousing images that had momentarily captivated her mind.

"It's already nighttime, Maya. If you continue dwelling on these thoughts, morning will arrive before you know it," she scolded herself, realizing the consequences of indulging in such fantasies. Sleep was essential if she were to attend to Cian's needs the next day.

"For now, let's set them aside," she resolved, making a conscious decision to let go of her desires.

After changing into fresh pajamas, she returned to bed. Surprisingly, she found instant comfort as soon as she lay down, and sleep embraced her effortlessly. The events of the evening gradually faded into the realm of dreams as she drifted into a peaceful slumber.

•••••

A figure stood with their back pressed against the door of the personal maid's room, clutching a knife. They attempted to turn the doorknob, but before they could proceed, a voice interrupted their actions.

"...That's as far as you go," the voice warned.

Startled, the figure glanced around, searching for the source of the voice, but no one else was in sight.

"You shouldn't enter someone's room while they're sleeping. Doing so is a sign of poor manners," the voice continued.

Now, the voice seemed to be even closer to the figure, causing them to tighten their grip on the knife, ready to confront whoever was speaking.

"Don't worry. I can't harm you. I'm physically weak and lack any fighting abilities. You're well aware of that, aren't you?" the voice reassured.

In that moment, the figure caught sight of the voice's owner. Emerging from the darkness of the night, a black-haired boy with piercing blue eyes revealed himself. His gaze seemed to possess an eerie glow, casting an enigmatic aura around him.