Chapter 34. Nancy's Escape
Nancy's Escape
One day, news spread like wildfire among the maids' gathering—Nancy had run away from the castle.
"Oh my, how could our always carefree Nancy unnie do such a thing?"
"Nancy unnie running away? It must be because of the Count."
With Nancy, who was always so lively, gone, the atmosphere felt eerily quiet and unsettling.
"You crazy pervert! There are limits to what a person can take!"
At a shabby tavern and inn on the outskirts of Eckhart Territory, Nancy slammed her beer mug down, seething with anger. Her reason for storming out of the castle was crystal clear.
For the past two days, Nancy had been on her period. Even if it was that time of the month, one would think she'd get some mercy, but Lucian had forced her legs apart and tried to take her from behind, saying, "If the front's a mess, the back should be fine, right?"
[Early Morning]
Nancy was curled up in bed, suffering from cramps and lower back pain.
It was the second day of her period—the heaviest and most painful day. Even with thick cotton padding, she could feel the blood gushing out unpredictably.
"Ugh... My stomach hurts..."
Just then, the door burst open, and Count Lucian strode in.
His condition seemed even more unstable than usual—eyes bloodshot, breathing ragged. He was on the verge of a mana overload.
"Nancy. I need you."
"M-My Lord? No! I'm... I'm on my period!"
Nancy clutched the blanket tightly, but Lucian ignored her. He strode forward and kicked the covers aside.
"Doesn't matter. The smell... it's driving me wild."
The metallic scent of Nancy's blood, far from repulsing him, only stoked Lucian's primal instincts—honed from countless battlefields drenched in blood.
He roughly hiked up her maid skirt and saw the bloodstained underwear beneath.
"Hmm... Soaked."
"That's why I said not today! Tomorrow... or the day after—"
Nancy pleaded, but Lucian cut her off with a chilling suggestion.
"If the front's a bloodbath... the back should be fine, right?"
"...What?"
Nancy recoiled in horror, but with the bed's headboard blocking her escape, she had nowhere to go.
Lucian grabbed her shoulders and forced her onto her stomach, lifting her hips high.
"No! I don't want to! It's dirty back there! And I'm not prepped!"
"Prep? Clean Magic and Grease Magic will handle that."
[Clean][Grease]
Before she could protest, Lucian cast the spells.
Then, he yanked down her bloodied panties.
His mana overload had miscalculated the cycle of his urges, and he had erupted into a beast-like state since morning.
The other maids were nowhere nearby, and seeing Nancy resting alone in her room, he had pounced.
Nancy's dark menstrual blood had trickled down her buttocks, smearing around her anus.
Lucian dipped his fingers into the sticky clots at her entrance and smeared them around her backside.
"Hiiieek!!"
Nancy shrieked.
Using her own blood as lube—humiliation and terror crashed over her at once.
Lucian's scorching fingers forced her tight ring to stretch, spreading her open.
"Warm. The scent of blood is intoxicating. So filthy."
"You're insane... You're actually insane... Sob... My Lord, please—"
"Stay still. My cock's about to explode."
Lucian dropped his pants.
His fully erect length pulsed violently, veins bulging as if ready to burst.
He pinned Nancy's waist with one hand and rubbed the head against her blood-slicked entrance.
"Going in."
With that rough declaration, Nancy's anus was on the verge of tearing.
THUD—!
"My Lord!!"
The door slammed open violently. It was Maria, the head maid.
She had heard Nancy's screams and sensed Lucian's murderous aura from the hallway and rushed in.
The scene inside—Nancy trembling in fear, covered in blood, and Lucian, eyes crimson with lost reason.
Maria understood instantly.
'Ah... His illness has flared up again.'
A mana overload rampage. In this state, Lucian wasn't the noble Count of Eckhart Territory—he was a starving beast.
Without hesitation, Maria rushed at him.
"My Lord! You can't! Nancy... Nancy isn't ready today!"
She wrapped her arms around Lucian's waist from behind and shot Nancy a look.
'Go! Now!'
"Move! I'm burning up!"
Lucian tried to shake her off, but Maria stubbornly blocked him, pressing her chest against his back.
"Take me instead. I'm here."
She cupped his face, meeting his frenzied gaze.
"Use me. Until your rage is spent... I'll take it all. Let Nancy go."
Her calm, devoted voice made Lucian's focus waver.
The violent aggression directed at Nancy shifted to Maria.
Seizing the chance, Nancy rolled off the bed.
No time to grab her underwear.
She snatched her outer dress from the floor, clamped a hand between her thighs to stem the flow of blood and lube, and staggered out.
"Nancy... I'm sorry..."
A faint, half-lucid voice called after her, but Nancy didn't look back.
CLATTER!
She sprinted barefoot down the cold hallway.
Humiliation, terror, and misery blurred her vision.
She scaled the castle walls, stole a horse from the stables, and rode like a madwoman through the dawn air.
That was how she ended up covered in dust, drowning her sorrows in a dingy tavern at the edge of the territory.
With Nancy gone, Lucian's desires poured entirely into Maria.
"Grahh!!"
RIIIP—!
Lucian tore Maria's maid uniform apart with both hands. Buttons flew, thick fabric shredding like paper.
Maria didn't resist. Instead, she spread her arms, embracing the violence.
"Yes... Do it."
Her ample breasts swayed beneath her white chemise.
Lucian didn't bother removing her bra—just yanked the cups down and took a nipple between his teeth, biting hard.
"Ahhk!"
Maria let out a short cry. It hurt. But watching her master suffer hurt more.
She cradled his head to her chest like a mother nursing a fussy child.
"It's okay... I'm here, Lord Lucian."
Lucian shoved her onto the bed, hiked up her skirt, and ripped her panties off.
His rationality was too far gone for foreplay.
But none was needed. Maria's body had already reacted the moment she saw his state.
Years of enduring his outbursts had conditioned her.
Lucian thrust his monstrous cock into her dripping pussy.
SCHLICK—!
"Aahhn!!"
Maria's head snapped back.
Familiar, yet always overwhelming.
Lucian's length stretched her to the limit, reaching deep into her womb.
"Haah... Maria... Maria..."
He chanted her name, hips pistoning wildly.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"
The bed creaked, the sound of flesh slapping filling the room.
Maria stroked the scars on Lucian's back, her legs locking around his waist.
Her inner walls knew his rhythm—relaxing when he plunged deep, clenching when he pulled out to heighten the sensation.
"That's it... Let it all out. All the pain... the rage... Pour it into me."
She kissed his sweaty forehead, whispering.
Gradually, the madness in Lucian's eyes receded. Maria's warmth, her tight embrace—it soothed him.
The storm passed.
"...Thank you, Maria."
Lucian collapsed beside her, muttering.
"Of course."
She gently stroked his damp hair.
Torn clothes, body slick with cum.
A pitiful sight, yet Maria's face held a strange serenity.
At his most dangerous, she was the only one who could calm him.
[Late Afternoon]
"No matter how tough I am, this is too much... Ugh."
Nancy had fled bareback on horseback since morning, still in her torn maid uniform.
As night fell and the alcohol kicked in, the tavern door opened, revealing a familiar man—the Captain of the Guard, Lucian's silent shadow.
"Ha... Knew you'd come."
Nancy drained her mug resignedly. Instead of dragging her back, the Captain sat across from her, waiting patiently until she finished.
Just then, a commotion erupted from the stables outside.
A stallion, driven into a rut, was trying to mount a mare. The mare kicked and resisted, breaking a post before bolting, the stallion chasing after her.
"Hah... The males of Eckhart Castle—master and horse alike—are all the same."
Nancy clicked her tongue, smirking bitterly. The Captain coughed awkwardly.
"We'll stay the night here."
"They said there's only one room. I'll sleep in the stables."
"The night wind's too cold. Just come inside."
As the Count's direct subordinate and a high-ranking officer, he couldn't let a maid sleep outside.
In awkward silence, they shared the room.
Trying to lighten the mood, the Captain spoke first—uncharacteristically.
"You ride... quite well. What did you do before becoming a maid?"
"My family bred horses. A big farm."
Nancy propped her chin on her hand, reminiscing.
The eldest of ten siblings, she had craved freedom over responsibility. Her only joy had been caring for her siblings and galloping across fields with the horses.
When her father tried to pass the farm to her (instead of her incompetent eldest brother), she packed up and ran away.
Life as a commoner was harder than expected.
"So I became a maid for the Count. Easier living."
"..."
He had expected a tragic backstory, but...
Was being a maid in the Eckhart household easy? Let alone a Retainer Maid?
Baffled but polite, the Captain didn't press further.
With only one bed, Nancy couldn't bring herself to suggest sharing.
She sat on the floor, back turned, and draped a blanket over him once he fell asleep.
"Ahem, ahem!"
The next morning, Nancy woke to someone clearing their throat.
"Eek!"
She yanked the blanket up in shock.
A restless sleeper, Nancy had stripped off her maid dress in the night and sprawled out in just her underwear.
The Captain had turned away, but his ears and neck were tomato-red.
Nancy's ears burned as she scrambled to dress.
Given the Captain's tracking skills, they could've returned quickly.
But when they didn't come back by evening, Lucian grew worried and set out to find them himself.
He tracked them to the inn.
On the carriage ride back, Lucian tried to console Nancy—only for his hands to wander again.
He pulled her close, kissing her neck while groping her chest.
Like a stallion, he preferred physical communication over words.
But Nancy wasn't in the mood.
"My Lord, did you drink that earlier? The magic potion from that witch in the woods? The one that causes impotence? I kept it for self-defense..."
"What?"
"The spell's too strong—nearly impossible to undo."
(Truthfully, Nancy had anticipated this. She'd doused herself in cinnamon perfume—Lucian's least favorite scent—and spiked his drink with libido-suppressing herbs.)
Lucian scoffed, yanking her top down to suck on her breasts—but for the first time ever, his cock refused to rise.
"Why... won't it work?"
"I've been castrated!"
As Lucian's anguished cry echoed through the carriage, Nancy remembered the Captain's shy smile.
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