Chapter 25

Chapter 25
I didn't know it then, but that dream would be the first of many dreams I would have of that woman in the warfield. With the birthmark, they would confound me and push me towards a state if anxiety. I woke up that night, confused, but I decided I would not let it ruin my day, so at dawn, I had my bath.

Inside of the bathroom, I heard the door open. Bianca yelled for me, and I told her I was having a bath. In a short while, I was out. She looked more pert than she had the night before, but there was still some stiffness in her behaviour as she stood near the bed, her hands folded in front of her as she awaited my instructions.

"Your food is here," she said.

"Thank you, Bianca," I said.

"Why are you bathing so early?" She asked. "Do you have somewhere to go?"

"Well, yeah, I want to see Master Lucien," I said. "We have unfinished business from yesterday and I hope to complete them today."

"Unfinished business, eh?" She said, smiling shyly, and I responded by smiling, too.

I started to get dressed and I did not want to involve Bianca, but at some point, I just had to. With just a look of plea, she understood what I wanted and came towards me, helping me with the dress, getting my face lightly made up.

"You look so natural in these dresses," She said softly. "Almost like they were made for you."

"Ohh?" I said, touched by the compliment. "Thank you, Bianca."

"No need to thank me," she said. "It's true. Everyone can see it, even the nobles. That's why Lucien loves you, of all of us. It feels like you're almost a Noble yourself, the way you're elegant in these dresses."

Again, I heard the longing in her tone. She was powedering my face. I didn't know I looked that beautiful in the dresses. In fact, I thought I looked quite ordinary, quite plain, enough so that everyone could see through me. When you have been a slave all your life, it becomes hard, nearly impossible, to see yourself in royal light.

"I think you're pretty too, Bianca," I offered.

"Pfft," she said, and then laughed. "That isn't true. And even if it is, I'm not half as beautiful as you are. You're a star, Amara."

I was getting really uncomfortable with the adulation but I didn't know what to do to stop it, so I kept mute. Bianca herself kept mute until she was done, and then she gave me one last look.

"There!" She said, smiling.

I held her hand to thank her.

"Bianca, I'm really sorry about yesterday, really," I said. "I know it hurts."

"I said it was fine, didn't I?" She said. "Relax. It's fine."

"Thank you," and I returned to my food, eating as much as I could. When I was done, Bianca and I left the room, leaving it empty.

It was still early in the morning, but a few people were in the corridor. I hurried to Lucien's room. I wanted to make up for the day before, to pleasure him as much as I could, and perhaps take his mind off the mark that he had been fixated on. So what I wanted to do was daring. He could be angry by my advances. But on the plus side, he could love it.

I knocked on his door and got no answer and realized he was still asleep. After another round of unanswered knocks, I pushed the door open, and to my relief, it opened. Sure enough, stretched out on the bed was Lucien, snoring lightly, a peacefulness on his face.

I stared at his body, as if willing him to rouse himself, but he remained asleep, his chest heaving. When I had stood like that for a minute, I touched his foot, and rubbed it gently. He stirred, but not so much. And then I did something I had never done before — I stuck his toes into my mouth, and very gently, sucked on them. He moaned in his sleep. I kept on with it, one toe after the other, sometimes two toes, and then I did the other foot.

After a while, he opened his eyes, smiling at me.

"You," he said. "What are you doing?"

"Pleasuring you, Master," I said. "You like it?"

"Like?" He said, resting on his elbows. "I love it. Tell me, Amara, what other tricks do you have up your sleeves?"

"Quite a lot," I said smiling. "I am very imaginative."

His voice was still heavy with sleep, and it was deep enough to make me wet already as he spoke.

"Do what you know, girl," he said. "Do your thing."

I slipped the dress from my body, this time hoping he wouldn't focus on the birthmark, and then I climbed the bed. I rolled down his nightwear from his waist and stuck his penis into my mouth. Slowly, meticulously, I worked, using both hands and a lot of saliva, watching him moan loudly as I did.

"Ahh, this is good, Amara," he said. "This is fucking good!"

I kept on working, and after a while, I moved upward, and slipped his penis into my vagina, grinding slowly, and then quickly, bouncing my ass on his groin. His moans were loud and sensual. I moaned too, and very quickly, I orgasmed.

But he hadn't orgasmed and so I slipped his penis out, and went back to using my mouth. I kept on working on it, my mouth full of his precum. At some point, his moans got louder, he grabbed the sheets and angled his head upwards. I knew he was nearing the climax.

"Shit!" He roared, grabbing my head. "Shit, Amara! I'm coming."

I worked even harder when he said that, twirling my tongue on the tip of his penis.

He let out an orgasmic roar that reverberated throughout the room, and then exploded in my mouth. Come dripping from the side of my mouth, I sat up and let it fall to my tits. I smiled at him.

"Have I pleased you?" I asked, but I knew what the answer was.