The ride to the capitol was pleasant. Reinette traveled inside the carriage, of course, but Rose alternated between sitting on the driver’s bench with Mickey or alongside the carriage on Reinette’s mare, Ladybird. They paused each night in one of the villages as Reinette had refused to sleep in a tent or the carriage house.

Rose didn’t mind their stops. It gave her time to mingle with people, to see the world outside of their own estate and town for the first time since she was ten. It was refreshing to blend in and not have anyone automatically associate her with her family. As for the path through the countryside and forests, it was absolutely beautiful. The world was much larger than she had imagined it, and each village and town grew more larger and prominent the closer they drew to the capitol.

It was well after noon when the tallest spire of the castle became visible on the horizon, and Reinette ordered them to keep going. Mickey only slowed log enough for Rose to pull Ladybird up alongside and leap into the saddle. Then she untied her lead from the ring on the carriage. When they entered the city, people watched them pass, and a few of the children waved at her. She smiled back at them, keeping her posture straight and proud just like her father had taught her.

The guards at the gate to the palace stopped them, checked who they were by the invitation, and let them pass. Rose gasped as they went under the portcullis and entered into a sprawling, perfectly manicured, pathway leading up to the white walls. Even from this distance, she could see the palace doors open, and two men step out. As she rode closer, she saw they were of similar heights and hair color, but that’s where resemblance ended.

One man, in tailored brown trousers with a blue linen shirt, was thin and lean. He held himself with an air of confidence and humility perfectly blended. His hair was combed up into a perfect tousling, like he himself had just finished riding, and his sideburns came down to a clean shaven jaw. The other man was more muscular, with slightly darker hair cut just a bit shorter. He wore grayish pants tucked into boots, a tailored white shirt, and a broad silver band on his head.

Mickey pulled the carriage to a halt, climbed down, and bowed before opening the door. The prince, obviously, stepped forward and held out his hand for Reinette, who took it and exited gracefully. “Your Highness.” Her tone was utter charm, eyes flirtatiously cast down, as she curtsied low.

“You must be the Lady Reinette Poisson O’brien.” The Prince kissed her knuckled and pulled her up to stand. “You are more beautiful than rumor has made told.” Then his blue eyes glanced upwards to Rose as she dismounted and executed a low curtsy, which was odd in riding trousers. “And who might you be, my lovely lady.” He took her hand and kissed her knuckles as well, signaling her to stand.

“Rose, Your Highness, I am Lady Reinette’s handmaiden.” She kept her eyes cast down as she was trained to do. Keeping her voice light and servile.

“Prince Jack, forgive me.” The other man stepped forward, smiling at the Prince in a friendly way. “But, I’m not mistaken when I point out that Lord Martin O’brien did father an illegitimate daughter named Rose.” She felt her heart sink, realizing that this is exactly why her mother had sent her, to be degraded an embarrassed. “Perhaps, this is the same woman.”

“Well, Ladies, will one of you verify James’ observation she is Rose O’Brien?” The prince arched an eyebrow at them.

Rose swallowed and squeezed her lips shut. She wanted to scream that yes, she was a motherless child, but she was still human and still had pride and dignity. Then she saw the other man, James, smirking at her in an unreadable manner. She yearned to reach up and slap it off his face.

“Yes, my Prince, Rose is indeed my half sister.” Reinette’s voice was even, but Rose knew that she was internally contemplating a raging tirade should this news screw up her chances.

“I see, well, then she won’t be serving as your handmaiden.” Prince Jack’s words made Rose glance up and stare at her sister, who looked just as stunned. “See, I’m trying to make things more like Boeshane, where my mother is from. There, legitimacy of one’s birth is not dictated by marriage outside of royal families. So, while Rose is here, she will be a guest.” He gestured to James, who was grinning broadly. “My good friend James here will escort you to the guest suite you’ll be staying at Rose.” He offered his hand to Reinette. “I’ll take the Lady here to hers.”

From the corner of her eye Rose saw Mickey trying hard not to chuckle at the look of contempt Reinette was throwing. For the first time in her life, she was not afraid of being punished for angering her sister. After all, she and her mother had forced Rose to come. “Miss Rose,” James touched her arm lightly, his brown eyes sparkling as he extended his palm. “Shall we.”

“Of course, mi’ Lord.” Rose caught Mickey’s wink as he talked to the stable hands who had come around. She took James’ hand and let him lead her inside.

“The Lady Reinette seemed none too pleased about these arrangements.” He chuckled, looping her arm through his in a friendly manner. Now that she wasn’t distracted by the conversation and shock, she saw he was as handsome as the Prince, but more in a bookish way than a valiant knight. “Also, I’m not a Lord. I’m Prince Jack’s man servant, friend, and closest advisor. However, that is merely because I was the only one his age in the castle growing up. My mother is the royal midwife and a nanny.”

“Oh.” Rose let herself return his broad grin. Things here were different, it seemed. James wasn’t of noble birth or title, but the servants in the palace seemed to give him the respect of one. “So, this doesn’t mean I have to take part in the things the other women are doing.”

“Oh, only if the Prince invites you. See, he wants to change the laws regarding people like you, but he can’t until he’s king. He can’t be king til he marries.” James turned her down a hall to the right. “So, no, you won’t be one of his potential brides, but he’ll more than likely extend a friendship to you.” He paused outside of a door. “As mentioned, I’m James Smith. This will be your room.”

“Thank you, James.” Rose felt like she was caught in a whirlwind. In literally a matter of breaths she had gone from being nothing to being treated well by the prince. She placed her hand on the knob and made to turn it.

“Wait.” James eyes glanced over her riding with a look of scrutiny. “I’m assuming you only brought attire suitable for a handmaiden.” His voice wasn’t condescending, but held a sort of irritation at the situation. “Those should be fine for now, but I’ll see about getting you something more appropriate for a guest.”

“I don’t want to be a bother.” Rose forced herself to meet his eyes. It was as if the prince and this man were trying to thwart her plans to escape. She knew they weren’t but still. “My new dresses are just fine. In fact, I should probably go change out of these traveling clothes now.”

“I understand your hesitance, Rose, but at least consider the offer.” He held up a hand as she opened her mouth to reply. “As for now, the entire castle is open to you, barring the royal north residential wing without an invitation from the Prince or the King.”

Rose made to open the door again, but she turned. “Are there going to be many women here, to see the Prince?” She hoped so, that way Reinette could know what it was like to not be the center of the world.

“There were only ten invited, five of whom know the Prince already.” As if catching on to her line of thinking he flashed her a toothy smile. “While your sister is stunning, so are the others.” He gestured broadly as a servant came hurrying with her tiny trunk. “Go and change. I’ll wait out here to give you the tour.”

Rose followed the servant inside and gasped. Her room was double the size of Reinette’s at home. The bed was marvelous, large enough for at least three people, covered in plush looking blankets and pillows in a rich blue and silver. Fresh flowers were in vases around the room, and the heavy curtains were tied back from the windows. The warm spring air billowed into the room, stirring the opaque silk that was still loose. She did take a peek through the two doors on the other side of the room. The one on the right led to a closet and the one on the left led to a sprawling boudoir complete with a stone basin for bathing, that looked like it had pipes that fed the water inside.

Rose grabbed the pink dress and quickly donned it. She tightened the laces easily, taking the time to check her reflection. The dress was just as flattering as before, and she eyed the bottles of fragrant oils on a table near the bed. She sniffed one, finding it a woodsy but also smelling like the vanilla oils her mother sometimes traded wine for. She dabbed some behind her ear and hurried back out to the hall.

James was seated on the floor, one leg up and supporting a book. The other leg was stretched out lazily. A pair of spectacles were perched on his nose, as he absentmindedly ran one hand through his hair. Rose was again struck by how stunning he was. On his feet he had been a coiled spring, ready to run, and jabbering away. Like this, she was reminded of a cat basking in the sun, graceful and languid without doing more than breathing. She had never before admired a man that way, although it had been assumed by everyone that she and Mickey were going to end up together. “What are you reading?” Those warm eyes found hers, and the smile that graced his lips made her grin reflexively.

“A book on astronomy, and how it does actually have an impact on our seasons and even the different types of harvests that will grow.” He snapped the book shut, before scrambling to his feet. He opened the door to his right, set it inside, and closed it quietly. “Mine and my mother’s suite.” He explained as she opened her mouth to ask.

“So, you said something about a tour.” Rose tucked her hair behind her ear, eager to get a basic layout of the palace. It would be easier to sneak out if she knew exactly where she was going. She held at her arm, and he took it in true gentlemanly escort fashion.

“So I did. Would you like to see the castle itself, or perhaps the gardens and stables?” James led her back into the hall, and she could tell he was working to keep his long stride in step with hers. “There’s also a substantial library, my favorite part besides the kitchens.” That smile was back, sort of a combination of flirtatious and rogue. “We have about three or four hours before dinner.”

“Um.” Rose was at a loss. She really wanted to see the layout of the palace itself, but she also needed to know how to get to the gardens so she could sneak out of the grounds. “You pick. You're the expert.”

“Well, I can almost guarantee that your sister will be in the gardens.” He rolled his eyes in a playful manner. “Prince Jack took the first two ladies there when they first arrived.”

“Oh, who else has shown up?” She was curious what notable women her snobbish sister would be competing against.

“My cousin Donna Noble, and Lady Amelia Pond.” James turned them down a hall, pausing to point out a door massive door. “Throne room and coincidentally the ballroom for the first dance once all the ladies have arrived.” He paused only long enough to breathe. “Donna and Amy have been to the castle many times before. Donna, to visit my mother and because her father was an ambassador for King Rassilon, and Amy because her mother and Jack’s mother grew up together in Boeshane before marrying into our land.”

Rose nodded, not really paying much mind as she memorized each way they went. So far he had shown her the way to the infirmary area, the main dining hall, the kitchens, and he rambled on about who was coming and what would be going on. She plastered on her best smile, giving half conscious affirmations as she mentally recalled the distance of each room to the main entrance and side kitchen exit. She vaguely realized he had asked her if something was a good idea. “Yeah, that sounds wonderful.” She squeezed his arm in a friendly manner and turned her gaze up.

“Brilliant, my mother will be so delighted to meet you.” He reached out with a finger to playfully tap her chin. “She’s always wanted a daughter, and once you are my wife she will.”

James’ words made her stumble to a stop, and she couldn’t bite back her shocked exclamation. “Your wife?! What?” Her heart rate jacked up as he flinched back a bit, looking suddenly hurt. “Oh no! No! I barely know you. Why in the world would I marry you?” She jerked away from him, backing a few steps to create a gap between them.

His seriously wounded face held for a set of heartbeats before he burst into a roar of laughter. “Always, always pay attention to conversations here in the capitol, Rose.” He wiped the tears of amusement from his eyes with his palm. “Your face, my gods, your face!” He shook his head, still chuckling as she felt relief wash through her, followed by burning embarrassment. “Now, if you’re quite done calculating the best route out of the castle to run away, I can actually show you the best way to escape undetected.”

Rose stared at him, feeling her cheeks flaming still from her faux pax. “I’m not plotting an escape or running away.” She was an adept liar. Not even Mickey was able to tell when she was hiding something. “I was just thinking about what it would be like to work at the palace versus the estate is all.”

“So, there’s a reason Jack keeps me around, and if I’m going to be your escort for the majority of this visit, it’s only fair I should warn you.” He stepped past her to open a door and waived her inside. “Because, out of all the people in this Castle, Rose, I’m the only one you can’t ever lie to.”

Rose’s curiosity was piqued, and she stepped inside the room. It was dark, but there was a snap of fingers and a torch blazed to life, then another, and another. With a startled gasp, she realized they were in some part of the library, far away from the windows and main area. Bookshelves towered around her. Then, her mind made the connection, as James was standing there with one hand up like he was about to snap again. The only difference was, a small flame danced between his fingers. “Magick?! You’re magick?!”

“Yep.” He popped the p with a wink and blew the flame away. “Like my mother, of course. From my father, may the stars rest his soul, I inherited telepathy.” He wiggled his fingers at her. “I have to touch bare skin to do it though. You were broadcasting so loudly, I was able to pick it up when my thumb grazed your wrist.” He drew a breath, his eyes softening as they darted between hers. “I apologize, it was an accident. I normally have barriers in place, but you really do broadcast your thoughts quite powerfully. I wasn’t expecting it.”

Rose swallowed hard and quickly tugged her sleeves down. Anger flitted into her chest. This man, this stranger, had gone into the one place that was hers and hers alone. She turned away from him. “Go away. I can find my own way back.” She squared her shoulders, jerking away as he touched her sleeve. “I said go away, and don’t come near me again.”

“As you request, my lady.” She could hear him execute a bow. “I won’t tell anyone of your plan. I understand why you want to run.” She heard the door open. “Feel free to borrow any books you wish, as this library is open to all castle inhabitants and guests.” The door closed

Rose chanced a look over her shoulder, and found the alcove they were in empty. “I’m not a lady.” She spat into the silence, stepping out into the rows that led to the main atrium of the massive room. It had to be ten times the one at the estate, with shelves that spanned to the ceiling. There were some people loitering about, mostly servants or what had to be their young teen children. None of them paid her notice as she walked the lines of shelves.

Soon, she found herself in the section that must have been fiction. Fiction and fantasy had been her favorite when she was a child, before her mother had banned her from any reading materials outside of what was necessary to perform her duties. Her fingers found a book of short stories, almost identical to the one her father had given her for her thirteenth birthday. She had never finished it. Rose pulled the hulking volume from it’s spot and opened it up. It was the same collection, only far more intricately lettered and illustrated.

Her anger forgotten, she hurried back to the alcove, out the door. She made her way back to her room, running into a woman about her age wearing a nearly identical dress coming out of her guest room. “Hello, are you Rose O’brien?” Her eyes darted down at Rose’s book and dress

“Yes, and who are you?” Rose tried not to sound rude, but she didn’t like when people called her by her surname.

“Gwen. I’m to be your sister’s handmaid while she is here.” The look on her face said that she had already gotten to know Reinette. “I was told to tell you dinner will be ready soon, in the main dining hall, mi’lady.” She executed a quick curtsy.

“Please don’t do that.” Rose sighed and shook her head. “I’m not a lady. I’m usually Reinette’s handmaiden.”

“I know.” Gwen gave her a nervous look. “Mr. Smith told me when he asked me to fetch you for dinner, but he also said that the Prince decreed you’re to be given the same courtesies as any titled visitor.”

“Mr. Smith huh?” Rose rolled her eyes and sighed. “Well, you can just call me Rose. No courtesies needed, Gwen.”

“Yes, of course.” Gwen’s nervous look faded a bit. “If I may say, you are a spot nicer than your sister.”

Rose giggled and patted Gwen’s arm. “A hornet is a spot nicer than my mum and sister, Gwen. Thanks for finding me. Let them know I’ll be right down.”

She watched as the woman hurried away before stepping into her room. In the growing sunset, a few oil lamps had been lit, along with candles in the sconces on the walls. Her dresses had been unpacked, and the trunk sat empty and open in the corner. Rose felt her heart drop. She rushed over, tossing her book aside and stared into the trunk. It was empty except for a folded paper. The paper had a three number combination with the word ‘headboard’.

Dashing to the bed, she found it was carved with vines and orchid flowers. One of the orchids moved, and behind it was a small dial. She turned the combination and found her purses. “Please, please.” She opened them, and sighed out loud as the coins were all still there. She quickly hid them back, and memorized the combination before tossing the paper in the small fire burning in the hearth.

She noted the closet was slightly ajar, and she opened it to find her clothes hung up along with two dresses. They weren’t extravagant gowns like a noblewoman’s, but they were pretty and more akin to what a successful merchant or scholar’s wife might wear. Rose almost refused to wear them, but the thought of rubbing it in Reinette’s face was too tempting. She picked out a black and red one, quickly stepped into it, and reached back to get the laces done.

When she looked into the mirror on the wall she gasped. The black bodice clung to her curves, far more fitted than any dress she had ever owned, pushing her breasts up pleasantly, and the sleeves bubbled up into cute cap sleeves just. The skirt was loose and flowing, from her hips down, the red material pooling just barely to the floor. A belt hid the seam where the materials joined, decorated in simple black and red glass beading. She quickly combed her hair, admiring the way the beads sparkled in the firelight. As she set her comb down, she eyes fell on a white wrapped package she had missed on her bed.

“What?” She moved towards it, picking up the folded blue parchment that was on top. She opened it up to find elegant looping script.

Rose,

I honestly did not mean to cause offense this afternoon with my poor judgement. I humbly offer my apologies, as well as my knowledge of the castle for you plans. Please take this gift, as an offering of peace and friendship, knowing that they will prevent another violation of your mental sanctum.

Sincerely,
Sir James Smith
First Man of the Prince

Rose felt her anger rising again at the incident that had occurred. She did not want to forgive him, but he had been nicer to her than many others had in her life. She set the note aside and opened the neatly folded tissue paper. Inside was two sets of gloves, one in black and one in white. They were long enough to reacher her elbows and made of soft flexible material. “Okay, James.” She picked up the black ones and made up her mind. He was her ticket out of here. “I accept your apology.” She slipped the gloves on and quickly stepped into the hallway to make her way to dinner.


Finding the other side of the bed empty is extremely unlikely so when Diluc runs his hand on the right to feel only the cold mattress, his eyes immediately spring open.

It was very unlikely for Kaeya to be up so early, especially when he's in the middle semesters of pregnancy. Usually, he'd love to sleep in where both he and his child can have a rest after staying up so late.

Of course, Diluc is a very protective husband. Taking care of his wife is his top priority and so it isn't unknown that he'd be concerned about where Kaeya could've gone.

Bathroom breaks were also expected, but not for this long, neither with the scents of fresh cake batter permeating throughout the manor.

Smells of delicious breakfast begin to strum his stomach, his feet already quickly leading him towards the kitchen.

And he should've expected it once reaching the dining room, yet he could never stop the breath stifling in his throat. His beautiful wife turned to him once hearing his footsteps follow behind, a sweet smile tugging on his lips at his presence.

Wearing a snug maid dress, the apron easily defined the round healthy bump of his, all for Diluc to see and cherish. Kaeya's hand held a spatula, and Diluc could see from behind him where the delectable scents were coming from.

The usual maid dresses that were appropriate to wear in the manor were cut short, only barely covering over his thighs thanks to the swelling of his stomach lifting up the skirt.

Diluc could recognize the outline of stockings holding up Kaeya's thighs, and the clear signs of marks were slightly visible from underneath Kaeya's dress.

"Master Diluc, you're awake" Kaeya hummed in acknowledgment, the greeting as alluring as it could get.

Diluc gulped, not knowing whether he should play along or have his fill of breakfast as soon as possible.

"Please have a seat, I've cooked something simple but it should be enough to satisfy you for the time being" Kaeya smiled professionally, indicating him to sit down on the chair clearly moved back.

Diluc took his seat, interested in what Kaeya would be serving him. With the seat being taken, Kaeya turned, a flutter of his skirt following alongside him.

Diluc's eyes wandered on Kaeya's exposed back. The shoulder blades were defined, and the bared neck with purplish bruises was enough to get his cock pulsating.

He would've gotten up just to press himself against Kaeya's back, but as the master, he strived to keep himself together as long as he could.

And perhaps it felt like the longest morning ever; his patience dwindled as his finger tapped on the table, while hs eyes wandered down to Kaeya's long legs that wore tight black-silked stockings.

Soon before he could stand up, Kaeya turned towards him, his hips swaying as both of his hands held a plate. Diluc glanced up at Kaeya who was focused on arranging the table; and with his hair tied up in a ponytail as it brushed over his revealed shoulder, Diluc couldn't help keeping his eyes on Kaeya's eyelashes that fluttered when redirecting to him.

Kaeya's starry eye locked onto him, teasing with a crinkle as he pulled back to let him focus on the contents for breakfast.

"Please have a try, Master. I hope it'll be to your liking" Kaeya placed his hands over his bump, eager to see how Diluc would react to his surprise.

Diluc nodded, taking the fork and his knife in his hands, he ignored his hard-on beneath the table, instead focusing on his wife's hard work.

Kaeya smiled gleefully once Diluc's expression brightened, one bite turned to two and two bites turned to three.

"It's delicious" Diluc commented, licking his lips.

"Come, have a try" Diluc ushered, taking Kaeya's arm and gently pulling him forward.

Kaeya nodded with a blush, nearing Diluc's fork, he drew his hair behind his ear and opened his mouth. Diluc swallowed dryly, placing a serving of pancake with whipped cream in his mouth.

Kaeya's lips shut once the food was settled in but he couldn't help the whipping cream slipping down his chin and onto his apron.

"Oh dear" Kaeya murmured, flicking a finger upon the cloth and bringing his finger over to his lips until Diluc grabbed his wrist and licked his finger for him.

Kaeya squeaked, his waist being clutched lightly by Diluc's hesitant, yet daring hands. He could see the burning fire in Diluc's eyes, looking up at him while he began to sit himself on Diluc's lap.

"Master Diluc, you've yet to finish breakfast" Kaeya whispered in his ear, sensing the gloveless hand run up his naked back.

"I'm a bit thirsty, but I don't see any drinks on the table. An incompetent maid you are" Diluc murmured with a prepared rebuke, untying the apron that loosely covered over Kaeya's chest.

"Oh, it's because we... hngh- we ran out of milk" Kaeya shuddered at the hot tongue that lapped against his shoulder.

"Then? You won't leave your master thirsty will you?" Diluc frowned mildly, moving closer that his breath ran across Kaeya's collar bone.

Kaeya's breath hitched, the apron slipping down until his full, plump chest revealed.

"This dress is too loose, you planned this didn't you?" Diluc smirked, brushing his lips against Kaeya's breast.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about, Master" Kaeya bit his lips, looking down to see Diluc meeting his gaze.

"A slutty maid you are, I ought to punish you" Diluc spoke with finality, licking a stripe against the aroused nip.

Kaeya moaned softly, his bump pressing against Diluc whilst his hands grasped on Diluc's hair.

Diluc used his hands to grope the breasts, astonishing when warm milk began to dribble down and sully the loose apron, alongside Diluc's sleeves.

"Do you see how sloppy you are? Already ruining my clothes" Diluc clicked his tongue; twisting the pink nipples, milk easily began to gush out.

"M-Master... if-if you do that then nngh... it'll be hard to clean up...!" Kaeya gasped, his eyes half-lidding.

"Then I'll just have to clean it up for you" Diluc licked the milk that flowed down his hands, his fiery eyes on Kaeya's whose glistened with tears.

Diluc didn't give Kaeya enough time to adjust, his hands working down Kaeya's thighs while his mouth led straight to the swollen nip.

Kaeya mewled, his hands trembling upon Diluc's red locks. He could feel Diluc's tongue twirling and pulling on his nipple, and with that, the heaviness in his chest eased amidst Diluc's intense suction.

Kaeya caressed Diluc's head whilst his own head pulled back in cries, the dampness coming from Diluc's mouth was jolting and Diluc's warm hands squeezing his thighs felt extremely soothing.

Diluc looked up, his chin resting on Kaeya's chest to see Kaeya's blissful expressions. Kaeya's mewls and moans were delightful to listen to, and having his own appetizing breakfast made it all the better.

Warm milk slid down his throat, sweet and thick just like his gorgeous wife.

He could feel Kaeya thoughtlessly grind his ass against his erection, the sensation of wetness clinging to his bulge was enough to know that Kaeya was just as aroused, if not the moans already making it obvious.

Kaeya held his hair, yet the pulling wasn't searing. His lips quivered, kissing against his crimson locks.

"Luc- Master...! I-It's too... it's too much" Kaeya whined, his arms securing around his neck to keep him from shuddering back.

Diluc pushed his own hips upward, his erection touching against Kaeya's cunt, stroking upon the wettened lips.

"M-Master, are you still unsatisfied? I-I'm afraid I've run out of milk as well" Kaeya sniffled pitifully, clutching his fingers to the swelled breasts.

Diluc licked his lips, finding himself not yet satiated.

"My pretty maid, I've yet to receive the main course" Diluc smirked, rubbing his crotch onto Kaeya's cunt.

"On the table. Bend over" Diluc ordered.

Kaeya purred in arousal, albeit reluctantly releasing himself from Diluc's warm embrace, and finding his legs wobbly once touching the floor.

Diluc reached out to help him, taking his hand into his own, he bent over the table. His pregnant bump brushed against the soft tablecloth, and with his ass perked up, he could feel the skirt immediately lift up on its own, revealing his slick-soaked thong and meaty thighs seeping from the stockings.

Kaeya could feel hands run up from behind his knees upwards towards his thighs. A warm finger slid against the lips of his wet cunt while a hand squeezed the plumpness on his thigh.

Kaeya sighed out loud, the heels of his feet lifting higher. He shivered once hot breath licked against his cool skin; pulling down the panties, a string of slick followed with the undergarment.

Diluc licked his lips; presented to him was a drenched pussy, the same one he'd love to savor all for himself.

Using his fingers to make a V, he parted the labia lips, observing how the pink layered upon coats of slick. The cunthole throbbed with his moist breath touching against it, and Kaeya's whines made it all the more rousing.

Enough was said, the slick sliding down Kaeya's thighs was plenty to be regretful of, and Master Diluc wasn't one to waste his food.

Sweeping his tongue against every exposed part of skin, he could relish in the better breakfast given to him. And for sure, he wouldn't be left starving, taking his time to dish out on the meal granted to him.

Kaeya cried out as a tongue draped against every part of his pussy; licking up his slick, the tongue lapped upon the folds and sections that made his toes curl.

Kaeya grabbed onto the table's edge, keeping himself stable. His heels were already lifting off the tiles, and glancing back, he could see his husband giving him the fittest punishment.

His heart swooned while Diluc feasted on him, head bobbing as he focused on eating him out.

"Ooh! R-Right there Master...~! " Kaeya shuttered, his legs giving in if not for the fact Diluc's hands held him up.

Diluc thrusted his tongue in, his thumb meanwhile reaching up to rub into the small sensitive bundle of nerves. Kaeya gasped as the sensations overcame him; pushing himself back against Diluc's face to get him to lick around that place as well, he sobbed anew.

His thoughts were easily read, sucking on Kaeya's delicate clit and lips of his cunt, Diluc could listen to Kaeya's guttural whimpers for days.

He occasionally flicked the clit, nibbled the puffed cuntlips, including diving in the slippery entrance. Kaeya's cries grew in pitch as the seconds passed by.

Kaeya pressed his whole weight against the table, holding onto it for dear life.

"Master Diluc oh, please- please, it's so good...!" Kaeya's voice was indistinguishable between the sobs, including the words and the moans mixing together that it only seemed like he was mumbling.

"Ah... A... Luc--... "  Kaeya peeped out, his eyes widening.

"I'm going to come- going to come!" Kaeya gasped, his eyes blurring with white that he could've sworn he was starting to see stars.

His feet were already raised off the floor, the glistened thighs squeezed together in an attempt to get the best climax but Diluc pulled the legs apart.

"Luc...!" Kaeya's thick teary sob echoed in the manor, and thankfully, just this once, he had thought twice in letting Adelinde begin her shift early.

Diluc couldn't get enough, slurping up Kaeya's sweet spent. Squirts of clear juices spilled down, the sounds of it splashing against the tiled floor were unclear from the heavy moans and breathing.

Kaeya weakly fell back on the table, his lips spasming with drool throughout the time they slacked-out with long pants.

Diluc licked downwards, examining how the pussy flushed out and enlarged. Pulling back, the beautiful sights of his wife reddened against the table was what made him realize his cock was still painfully untouched.

Zipping down his fly, the throbbing on his cock relieved once hitting the dampened air. Pressing it against the swollen folds, the wet squelches made his breaths heavier.

Kaeya rose up weakly, his legs felt like jelly. Without glancing back, he could already discern the hardness of Diluc's cock rubbing against him.

He wiggled his hips, pushing back so the cock would sink into the lips.

"What a slut" Diluc smirked, spanking Kaeya's ass.

Kaeya moaned, his body squirming with the heat rushing to his cheeks. A red handmark formed upon the brown glistened skin.

"You like that, don't you?" Diluc demanded, spanking Kaeya's assets, predominantly near his cunt.

"Y-Yes, M-Master Diluc!"

Diluc gripped firmly on Kaeya's waist; roaming his hand around, he held the smooth curves of Kaeya's stomach in his palms.

"Beg for it" Diluc whispered.

"Please Master, need- need your cock" Kaeya pleaded, panting lengthy gasps.

Diluc leaned forward, his chest pressing against Kaeya's back while his cock nuzzled in the maid's swollen labia.

Diluc rolled his hips, pushing his lips onto Kaeya's nape.

"M-Master Diluc, just- oh, like that...!" Kaeya moved up, his hand caressing Diluc's cheek.

Kaeya pressed small kisses on Diluc's cheek, his eyes were teary but he could slightly see Diluc gazing at him fondly through the blurriness.

"Kae, don't move too much. Let me do it, alright?" Diluc nestled his nose in Kaeya's hair.

Kaeya nodded, using one hand to keep him up on the table while the other reached down to lead Diluc's cock to his hole.

He looked down, even though he clearly couldn't see the cock align with his entrance, still, a purr escaped his throat at the thought of getting full.

"Master, now please" Kaeya grounded his cunt against the head of Diluc's cock.

Diluc breathed in, carefully thrusting in. Kaeya gripped the table, leaning forward as the cock began stretching his walls.

"O-Oh..." Kaeya whimpered, his tongue hanging out while his eyes enlarged.

Diluc sunk in, his hands intertwining with Kaeya's. With his chin resting on Kaeya's shoulder, he could hear the laborious moans more clearly.

Enamored by the sight of Kaeya's tears slipping down his cheek, he found himself pushing forward.

"Kae, you're so beautiful, my obedient wife" Diluc spoke mesmerized.

"Luc, please need more, hicc- you'll give me it, r-right...?" Kaeya cried blissfully.

"Don't worry, your husband will give you what you want" Diluc crooned.

Diluc moved back, emptying Kaeya of his cock and with only the tip left behind, he snapped his hips forward.

Kaeya moaned out loud, his legs trembling like an infant learning to walk.

"You're so perfect, Kae" Diluc groaned, nibbling on Kaeya's ear.

Kaeya mewled at the praise, the stretching and the fullness was making him blank out. Thankfully, Diluc was behind him to keep him from tipping over.

"I-I... Oh... Luc i-it's too much, so full-" Kaeya could barely speak through the gasps.

With Diluc firmly locked in his pussy, he couldn't help clenching even more with Diluc's heavy breathing on his neck.

"You're doing so well, Kae" Diluc praised.

"So tight for me, I knew you'd be so good from the moment I saw you" Diluc groaned near his ear.

"Wearing this lewd attire, you just wanted me to destroy your pussy huh?" Diluc smirked, rocking his hips that the sounds came out more obscure.

"Do you hear that? How desperately your cunt is trying to keep my cock inside?" Diluc cooed, his hand sliding down the side of Kaeya's thigh.

Kaeya shuttered, his hand meeting with Diluc's.

"Say it Kae. Why did you wear this slutty dress?" Diluc whispered, his thrusting pace picking up.

"O-Ooh- Y-Yes...! I did it so M-Master Diluc would look at m-me!" Kaeya confessed, his eyes rolling behind.

"That's a good girl" Diluc answered with a spank.

Kaeya yelped, holding onto the table, his eyes were unbearably blurry with tears and pleasure. With his cunt sopping wet, the slick drenched every part of his skirt and splattered everywhere.

"You're making a mess, Kae" Diluc punished with a slap.

"I-I'm sorry Master- nNNH~" Kaeya apologized once more before he cried out at the cock pressing on his cervix.

"Sorry for what?" Diluc smiled, nudging his tip against the tight cervix.

"Oh- s-sorry for ruining your floor, ah-! A-And your clothes, Master" Kaeya bit his lips, moaning out his replies at every slam.

The burning on his cheeks and the large length deepening inside overweighed anything else. His legs were on the verge of sinking down- he was holding onto nothing but a wooden table that shook at every thrust.

"I'm close, I'm close Luc!" Kaeya whined, sobbing to the point that the whole manor filled with his cries.

"It's so good, please Luc- oh I'm going to come!" Kaeya shivered, trying to hold his legs together.

Diluc grunted, locked inside Kaeya, all he could feel was the hot constricting snugness; even when he wanted to last longer, he knew he couldn't with Kaeya's entrancingly erotic moans and pleads.

"Luc Luc I'm going to burst- it's hicc- too much" Kaeya shook his head desperately as he got closer to coming.

His mind is melting, tongue sprawled out while Diluc's cock prods against every single part of his cunt, the shameless moans were out for everyone in the vicinity to hear.

However, soon, whatever words that were coming out of Kaeya's throat next, died down immediately as the heels of his feet stretch impossibly far. His cunt creates a remarkably wet noise once everything inside Kaeya breaks.

Kaeya wails out, his hands clenching anything yet nothing. Diluc similarly blanks out when Kaeya's pussy engulfs all his worth.

Quite possibly the best thing he could've woken up to, Kaeya squirts everywhere, his blissed-out face screaming ecstasy just from the way his eyes dim with tears and his mouth contract uncontrollably.

Kaeya felt so full as if he could get impregnated ten times over. The overstimulation and just the pure stuffing that Diluc gave him was enough to send him reeling if not for Diluc keeping him steady.

Diluc is locked in for just a few seconds, giving time for Kaeya to adjust until he began slipping out. Kaeya whined out, his sobs bursting from his throat as all that was left was emptiness.

Diluc astonished toward Kaeya's pussy which gaped with semen and slick, now dribbling down to the puddle on the floor.

"You know, Master Diluc, a picture would last longer" Kaeya songfully teased, trying to catch his breath between the words.

Diluc spanked Kaeya once more, a loud moan gracelessly escaping from Kaeya's lips answered his teases.

"I'll have a lot of cleaning to do" Diluc huffed, looking down at the puddle of spend.

"I'd love to see Master Diluc as a maid one day" Kaeya chuckled.

"I think I'd prefer having you make breakfast instead" Diluc smiled.

"It was great, thank you Kae" Diluc pressed a kiss on Kaeya's perspiring forehead.

"Just a wife doing his job" Kaeya beamed, and sometimes Diluc forgets Kaeya is all his, but it's a good thing he has Kaeya to remind him every night.


When morning came, Gilbert found himself anxious. He wasn’t entirely sure why, he and his brother both rarely experienced any sort of nervousness. As he got dressed, he scolded himself for not knowing the cause of this small dose of adrenaline, and scolding himself for feeling it at all.

With an impending sense of deja vu, Gilbert returned down the same path that he walked yesterday, his sunglasses perched over his nose, his hands tucked tight into the pockets of his white leather jacket. When he came to the spot on the sidewalk where he had tackled Roderich, he stopped and leaned against the wall of the nearest building. He pulled his cellphone out of his pocket with one hand, and brushed his pale fringe to the side with the other.

Seconds after sending a message asking “where are you?” he felt a tap on his shoulder. He pivoted around on his heels in surprise, seeing Roderich right behind him. He looked very put-together, from his side-swept hair to his purple coat and perfectly squared collar. Gilbert’s residual anxiety picked back up as he now felt underdressed.

“Grüß Gott,” Roderich said, extending a polite handshake. Gilbert hesitated, taking it after a moment of confusion.

“You can’t say that in Berlin, Wienerblut.” Gilbert said smugly, trying to calm his own nerves.

“Excuse me for trying to be polite.” Roderich said, retracting his hand. He looked disgustedly up at Gilbert, his eyes hidden by the faint glare of sunlight on his glasses.

Gilbert immediately regretted his words. “Hey, sorry, I don’t want to get off on the wrong foot. Just poking a little fun at you.”

Roderich paused and turned to face the direction Gilbert had walked from, not looking him in the eye. “I’ll resist saying something about how Germans need to be careful about their xenophobia, no matter how playful.”

Gilbert crossed his arms. “Excuse me?” He scoffed. “Look, I didn’t come here to argue with you, Roderich. I came here to give you a second chance.”

Roderich’s eyes suddenly darted back to Gilbert’s sunglasses. “I’m the one giving you a second chance, Gilbert.”

Now feeling personally offended on two levels, Gilbert raised his sunglasses above his eyes just slightly. “Listen. We both apparently messed up the other day so let’s not have a repeat. Did you want to hang out or not? I can turn around and go right back home if you just came here to be pissy.” Looking Roderich straight in the eyes, he swore he saw his determination falter just slightly.

“...I do want to spend some time with you. I’m just a little on edge, it would seem.” Roderich broke eye contact to look down before glancing back up and re-squaring his shoulders. “Many apologies. Let’s go enjoy ourselves.”

Deciding not to be too concerned with the level of sincerity any longer, Gilbert sighed and turned to face the Brandenburg Gate. “What would you like to do?” He asked politely.

“Well, I thought it would be best if you chose, as you are from Berlin and would laugh if I told you where I’d like to go.” Roderich plainly stated.

Gilbert turned back to him and lowered his eyebrows. “What? Tell me.”

“No, you choose.”

“You can’t just drop something like that on me, dude.”

“I apologize, as I just did.”

“Well, you’re the guest in my city.” Gilbert immediately scoffed at himself. His city.

“I don’t know anything about Berlin.” Roderich responded.

“Apparently you do. Just tell me where you want to go!”

Roderich paused and looked away for a moment. “The musical instrument museum.” Gilbert grinned as Roderich looked back at him. “See, I told you it was ridiculous.”

“No, no,” Gilbert said, beginning to walk away. “I just think it’s cool, I’ve never been there either, so let’s go.” He let his smile continue, deciding that it was probably best to keep both of them in a better mood.

“I’ll see where it is,” Roderich said plainly, pulling his phone jacket pocket.

“Yeah, just google it.” Gilbert said, shifting back on his heels awkwardly for a moment. As soon as the words left his mouth he was filled with regret, remembering those were the last words Roderich must have heard him say before the train doors closed. Apparently, those were not the Last Words that were hidden under Roderich’s sleeve. Roderich didn’t seem to think anything of his sentence, though, and poked on his phone screen for a few moments.

“It’s not far from here, actually,” he noted, pocketing his phone. “Right across the street from the Philharmonic.” He looked from side to side, trying to assess his location.

Gilbert’s smile sunk on one side into a grin that was more smug than polite. “I’ll get us there, don’t you worry. It’s this way.” He began walking, waiting briefly for Roderich to catch up. “Have you… been there before?”

Roderich looked ahead; Gilbert could tell he was avoiding looking at his sunglasses. “No, actually. Strange that I haven’t, with as many music festivals as I’ve attended in Berlin.” He waited for a moment. “Have you?”

“Oh, no.” Gilbert shrugged. “My classical musician days are behind me; I don’t have much interest anymore. My heart is really in rock music now, but even then I haven’t touched my guitar in months.”

“It can be daunting.” Roderich stated plainly. “Practicing is often difficult for those of us who are not as disciplined.”

Gilbert turned to look at his companion, rather surprised. “You say that like you’re not a disciplined guy.”

The smug look that had inhabited Gilbert’s face had now jumped ship onto Roderich’s. He pushed his glasses a little further up the bridge of his nose and looked rather mischievous in doing so. “I did all my practicing when I was a child, I’ve done my time, you could say. The discipline I appear to have just an illusion; a façade I carry even into the professional world. I’m not particularly motivated to do much besides compose.”

He liked this new look on Roderich, he hated to admit. Seeing the barriers of formality come down was an interesting experience, and he wondered how long it would last. Maybe, Gilbert thought, he could make it last longer by playing along. He wondered if it counted as flirting. “I didn’t realize you were involved in theatre as well as the other fine arts.”

The smirk stayed present on Roderich’s face and Gilbert felt a little accomplished. “I have some experience. I was in a production of Les Miserables when I was in university.”

“So you sing, too?” Gilbert laughed. “Is there anything you don’t do?”

Roderich turned to look earnestly up at him. “Brass and percussion.”

Gilbert only laughed more. “I knew you were smart.”

Roderich countered his laughter with a small smile. “I knew you were, as well.”

A little surprised, Gilbert allowed the stop in conversation. Just like that night at Nollendorfplatz, the silence wasn’t awkward nor did it seem dared to be filled. He appreciated how natural it felt to just walk next to the man who was supposed to be his soulmate.

After a few minutes they approached the building, and Gilbert hurried ahead for the door. He pulled the handle and opened it before Roderich caught up with him. “After you, sir.” He said, half-polite and half-flirtatious.

“Thank you, sir.” Roderich said, in the same tone, raising an eyebrow up at him playfully. Gilbert felt his heart beat ever so slightly faster.

The pair approached the counter, Roderich already immersed in his interests. He looked around the wide-open room, his eyes gleaming with excitement in the sunlight streaming in. Gilbert watched him for a moment, liking the continued streak of breaking his stoic look. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a sign propped up on the desk that read Enrich Your Museum Experience! Audio tours, only 3€.

He then turned his attention to the woman behind the counter playing on her phone. Without looking she slid two small slips of paper across to him. “Six euros per person.”

Knowing that he owed Roderich after leaving him with the bill the other night, he dug his wallet out of his pocket. He sorted through his cash before putting down twelve euros worth of bills. “Could I get two audio tours, also?” He asked.

The woman exhaled an exasperated sigh and put her phone down slowly, opening a drawer. “Six euros.” She slapped two little audio devices with attached earbuds onto the counter.

Roderich had already wandered off a few steps, beginning to read the plaques labeling an old harpsichord. “Yeah… uh…” Gilbert paused. He only had four more one-euro coins. “Okay, just one. Sorry.” He placed the three coins on top of the bills and took one of the devices as the woman rolled her eyes and returned to her phone.

Gilbert approached Roderich, who was staring in awe at the huge pipes on an organ. He had no idea that Gilbert was there. “Hey, Weinerblut,” he interrupted. Roderich jumped just a bit, turning to see him. He held out the little device with a smile. “Thought this would enrich your museum experience.”

Roderich’s eyes widened, looking down at it and back up at Gilbert. “…where’s yours?”

Gilbert shrugged. “Ah, didn’t have enough money on me. Don’t worry about it. I owe you for leaving you with the bill the other day.”

Roderich looked back down and took the device from his hand, brushing his fingers slightly. “Well… thank you. It’s… very thoughtful of you.”

Gilbert shrugged. “Don’t worry about it.” He noticed that Roderich looked awfully sheepish. “What’s wrong?”

“Ah, well, I hate for you to miss out. You didn’t have to get this for me.” He said, slowly putting in an earbud.

“Again, don’t worry about it. I thought you’d enjoy getting as much information out of this as possible. This museum doesn’t look too terribly interactive.” Gilbert put his hands in his pockets and stared ahead at the huge piano-thing that Roderich was so interested in.

The two stared at it for a moment before Gilbert felt a push on his arm. He looked over to see Roderich holding out the other earbud. “We should share it, then.” He stated.

Gilbert smiled and accepted the offer. “How cute.” He put the earbud in his ear and stood shoulder to shoulder with his companion.

“Cute?” Roderich said, sounding a little offended. “I’m just being nice!”

Gilbert laughed, looking smug. “Don’t get all romantic on me, Weinerblut. I’m going to have to hold your hand or something and knowing you, you probably won’t like it.”

Gilbert’s attitude changed quickly when he felt Roderich’s fingers slip through his own. The warmth of his palm pressed to Roderich’s shot through his entire body and his heart beat increased. He looked down at Roderich suddenly, who was too busy finding the buttons on the audio tour player. “You don’t know me as well as you think you do, Gilbert.” He pressed play and pocketed the little remote, staring ahead at the organ in front of them.

Gilbert’s already pale face could not have become any whiter with embarrassment. He followed Roderich’s actions and stared straight ahead at the instrument, trying to focus on the exhibit rather than how much he enjoyed the feeling of Roderich’s hand in his.

“Wilkommen auf die Berlin Musikinstrumentmuseum…”