The Shadow of Melina That Approaches
The Reinhardt Mansion had fallen into a brief, tranquil calm—like the still surface of a lake—after Arwen departed for the Academy. Of course, that peace would shatter the moment he returned, but for now, it held. And here, in Masha’s room deep in the night, two women were engaged in a secret rendezvous hidden from all other eyes and ears. They were none other than Arwen’s personal pussy sleeves—no, his women: the maid Raibel and the former holy knight turned sex slave, Masha.
“Haaang♡ Haah… It’s not enough. Fingers are just way too insufficient♡ I want something deeper, I want it to scrape me much deeper♡”
Masha sat with her legs spread wide in front of Raibel, frantically plunging her own fingers into her hole. Having tasted, chewed, torn, and thoroughly enjoyed Arwen’s massive cock—one that belonged in the top one percent—Masha’s greedy cunt could never be satisfied by a woman’s thin, delicate fingers. Her hips bucked and twitched with frustration and ticklish longing, unable to reach the depths that Arwen’s thick shaft would have touched. Thanks to that desperate movement, the soft flesh of her breasts jiggled pitifully, in stark contrast to her toned, muscular thighs and abs.
Raibel watched Masha’s pathetic masturbation with her arms crossed, a cool expression on her face.
“I know it’s nowhere near enough compared to Master’s cock, but stop complaining, Masha. This is Master’s order. Think of him more fondly while you pleasure yourself.”
True to her role as a sex slave, Masha nodded obediently without a word of protest at the command from Raibel, Arwen’s very first woman.
“Haah♡ U-understood. I’ll do my very best, Lady Raibel.”
Following Raibel’s instruction, Masha pinched her clit hard while shoving her middle finger as deep as it could go.
“Haaauung♡ Today too, I’ll loosen up this worthless pussy for Master. Please watch over this pathetic Masha, who can only do one thing well—getting fucked by Master—while I masturbate, Lady Raibel!”
“That’s a very good attitude, Masha. If you keep thinking of Master like this, you’ll surely be able to bear his child one day.”
“M-me? Bearing Master’s baby? Th-thank you♡”
“Of course, that would only happen after I’ve given birth to Master’s child first.”
Without the slightest input from the man in question, Masha and Raibel casually decided the order in which they would get pregnant. In any case, whenever night fell, the power dynamic between them completely reversed—from holy knight and maid to Arwen’s sex slave and legal wife.
If Isabel, Masha’s former master, had seen her close friend striking such a lewd and vulgar pose in front of a mere maid, she would have been utterly horrified.
Masha had nearly been expelled from the mansion for failing to carry out the Valeri family’s order to assassinate Arwen. She had almost been demoted to a remote northern village overrun by goblins and orcs. But—
“It makes no sense to cast Masha out over a single failure. The mission was unreasonably difficult with almost no chance of success to begin with.”
Thanks to Isabel’s desperate defense of her loyal subordinate before the Valeri main house, Masha had barely managed to remain at the Reinhardt Mansion. Because of that, she had escaped the horrific fate the Valeri leadership had planned for her—being drugged, thrown into a goblin nest, and forced to live out her days as a monster breeding factory.
Yet Masha felt no gratitude whatsoever toward Isabel for protecting her. After all, she had already sworn to offer every inch of herself—from her breasts to the deepest folds of her pussy—to Arwen. Instead, she simply breathed a sigh of relief that staying at the mansion allowed her to carry out Master’s orders: to monitor Isabel and to protect Lady Raibel.
In any case, Masha gradually increased the speed of her fingers pumping into her cunt. Following Raibel’s advice, she recalled her heated memories with her beloved Master and finally reached climax.
“I-I’m cumming♡ Imagining Master’s huge cock, this vulgar, lewd pussy is cumming so hard♡”
At the same time, a powerful squirt gushed from Masha’s hole and splattered across the floor.
Raibel spoke to the panting, afterglow-drunk Masha in a firm voice.
“Don’t just sit there in a daze. Clean up the mess you made yourself.”
Though Raibel acted like an endlessly affectionate puppy in front of Arwen, in front of Masha she displayed the full charisma of the woman who had taken Arwen’s virginity first.
“Yes! I’ll clean it up right away♡”
At Raibel’s command, Masha scrambled off the bed, dropped to the floor on all fours, and began licking up her own squirt. Not a single trace of disgust could be found on her face. She simply looked proud that she had successfully carried out Master’s harsh order to masturbate with only her fingers every single day until he returned.
Raibel left the diligently licking Masha alone and walked over to the desk. In her hand was a small box wrapped in paper. The wrapping bore the Academy’s seal and the sender’s name.
It was from Arwen Reinhardt.
How had something sent by Arwen reached Raibel’s hands without passing through Isabel’s watchful eyes? The answer was simple: Isabel had entrusted the handling of all incoming letters and packages to Masha.
“That’s enough cleaning. Come over here, Masha.”
“Slurp, slurp… Yes? Understood.”
As Masha approached, Raibel used her sharp fingernail to tear open the wrapping. When she lifted the lid, the box contained one elegant envelope and one rather heavy-looking pouch.
“This is… could it be?”
At Masha’s question, Raibel nodded.
“It is. It’s the reply from Lord Arwen. I don’t know what’s in the pouch, though.”
While answering, Raibel picked up the pouch.
What on earth did Master send?
The moment Raibel untied the shabby leather pouch and shook it open—
“Th-this is…?”
Inside were dozens—no, hundreds—of gold coins. Raibel stared blankly at the golden gleam that assaulted her eyes. While the commoner-born Raibel was left speechless at the sight of money far exceeding a year’s salary, Masha casually counted the coins.
“Gold… Roughly five hundred gold, I’d say.”
“F-five hundred gold?!”
“Yes. Why don’t you read Master’s letter first to see what this is all about?”
“…Alright.”
Following Masha’s calm suggestion, Raibel began reading the letter from her beloved Master in her mind.
Raibel, Masha—I'm glad to hear you're both doing well. Isabel and Cordelia still seem to be behaving themselves for now. Sophia hasn't made any obvious moves either. Though I haven't even had a proper conversation with her yet. Still, I can't let my guard down since I don't know what schemes she might be plotting behind the scenes.
Ah, the gold I sent along with this letter— I can't explain the details right now, but just know it's income I earned here. I'd like you to manage it as emergency funds, Raibel. Masha, continue monitoring the Valeri bastards and Cordelia as you've been doing.
P.S. If you two get too lonely, I'll allow you to play rock-paper-scissors with each other until I return. So get along nicely.
— Arwen Reinhardt
“R-rock-paper-scissors…? Even in a situation like this, Master sure loves his jokes…”
While Raibel’s face flushed as she read Arwen’s letter, Masha approached with a curious expression.
“What did Master say in the letter?”
“Ah… well… I don’t know. Why don’t you read it yourself, Masha? And could you please cover your lower half now?”
“Huh? Understood.”
Masha tilted her head at the blushing Raibel, then pulled her soaked panties up over her dripping pussy. She took the letter, read it quickly, and nodded with an expression of complete understanding.
“Understood. If Lady Raibel wishes, I will devote my entire body as Master commanded to soothe your loneliness…”
Seeing Masha’s serious frown and the way she looked ready to strip her panties off at any moment, Raibel shouted,
“That’s enough! What are you even saying?! It’s obviously just Master joking around!”
“Is that so?”
“Of course! …Probably.”
On the night before Arwen left for the Academy, the three of them had engaged in an orgy in this very room. At Arwen’s command, Raibel had even climbed on top of Masha and licked each other’s pussies. But the thought of rubbing bodies with Masha when Arwen wasn’t watching still made Raibel incredibly embarrassed.
“Ahem. Anyway, it’s a relief that Master seems to be safe.”
“And to think he’s acquired such a huge sum of money. As expected of Master.”
Masha clapped her hands in agreement, loudly praising their Master. Raibel nodded along and stood up from her chair.
“Now that we’ve read Master’s letter, I’ll return to my room. I’ll leave the rest of the letter’s handling to you, Masha.”
“Understood, Lady Raibel.”
Masha bowed as Raibel headed for the door, then suddenly lifted her head as if remembering something.
“Ah! If you ever feel the desire to enjoy my body, please don’t hesitate to tell me. I will serve you with all my heart and sincerity as Master commanded.”
“I-I don’t need it! You really are persistent, Masha!”
Raibel hurriedly closed the door, escaping the sight of Masha’s sopping wet pussy that glistened like it had just been thoroughly played with.
“Huu…”
Leaning against the corridor wall of the mansion, Raibel let out a long sigh to cool her burning face. Though Master’s mischievous joke and Masha’s deadly serious reaction had left her flustered at the end, simply reading his letter was enough to bring peace to her heart.
I’m so glad Master seems to be doing fine. Please don’t get caught up in anything dangerous… Lady Elysia, I beg you, please bless Lord Arwen’s path. Woof!
The loyal little maid prayed for her Master’s safety in her heart, her fluffy tail wagging gently as she walked back to her own room.
* * *
I’m so fucking screwed! Shit! Shit! Shiiiiiiit!
A silent scream echoed inside my mind. Both hands were bound in rough handcuffs that felt like they were peeling the skin off my wrists. I was forced to kneel on a cold, dusty floor, my knees already soaked in sticky fluid. I could feel dirt and grime clinging to the wet patches on my pants. It wasn’t piss. I swear on the heavens it wasn’t piss. The liquid soaking my knees was the blood that had poured out of Denian—Denian, one of Wolfgang’s subordinates.
I wasn’t the only one captured. To my right was Professor Emilia. To my left was Wolfgang. The partners who had dreamed of growing rich together by selling Viagrak were now huddled miserably together. And above us, a woman’s chilling voice rang out, mocking our situation.
“Hehe, this is quite the spectacle. It would be a shame to enjoy it all by myself.”
Her identity was Melina Fleming, a member of the student council that my little sister Sophia belonged to.
Damn it… This is all my fault. Things were going so well that I got cocky…