Her legs pressed tightly together, naturally entwining like vines finding a branch. The smooth white silk stockings adhered to Lyra’s leg skin, delivering an exquisite sensation of cool softness to the girl.
Only today would it be white... what kind of white...
Her cheek buried between the pillows, the smooth fabric pressed against her eyelashes. Lyra’s breath montarily halted, her entire tactile sense focused on her legs within the covers.
Did it refer to the maid dress Astrid wore today... or specifically the legs...
Mid-thought, Lyra’s ankle was locked by Astrid’s legs. The fine white silk blended perfectly with the snow-white skin. The peerless beauty with silver hair and crimson eyes lowered her body, her lips parting gently barely one or two centiters from the other’s ear.
"Is it because the styles are different, or perhaps..."
The lazy yet slightly alluring voice entered her ears, adding a layer of ambiguity to the deep night.
"Do you simply enjoy seeing my legs... encased in various stockings, Lyra?"
Astrid spoke the last word softly, yet its impact was powerful. Hearing this, Lyra’s body trembled slightly, her snow-white calf instinctively tensed under the other’s hold.
White, white... so it really was about this...
When had Astrid noticed such a thing?
Suddenly having her thoughts exposed, the pink-haired girl, usually restrained in every aspect, felt her cheeks burn with intense embarrassnt.
Having her personal preference pointed out directly by the one she liked, anyone would feel awkward in such a situation.
Moreover, would Astrid think of her... as just another lecherous rogue only after the beauty of the empire?
If fully sober, Lyra might not have thought this way. But under the numbing effect of alcohol, those deep-seated insecurities buried in her bones began flowing through her veins to her heart.
But... should she deny it?
Could she lie to Princess Astrid?
Her lips pressed tightly together. The accelerated blood flow helped her body absorb the alcohol faster. Already slightly dazed, Lyra’s thoughts grew even duller, emotions surpassing reason and briefly taking the upper hand.
Seeing that Lyra didn’t speak, knowing this was essentially an affirm, Astrid’s lips curled slightly. A hint of amusent flickered in her crimson eyes as her nimble legs continued teasing the pink-haired girl before her.
"I see, Lyra."
The expensive stocking-clad ankle deliberately rubbed against Lyra’s calf. This magical material, reminiscent of velvet and ice silk from a past life, was not only soft and delicate but also smooth, cool, and highly lustrous. Whether for comfort, aesthetic appeal, or external touch, it was impeccable.
"Then... shall I take the initiative?"
The next mont, Lyra’s eyelashes violently trembled, her ten toes, white and delicate like jade, clutching the bedsheets.
The small earlobe, previously exposed to air as Astrid brushed aside pink locks, now felt as if soaked in a warm spring. A hot current rose from below, gently touching the moist ear like a dragonfly skimming water.
"Mmm..."
An involuntary soft moan slipped from her lips. Lyra, silent until now, finally made a sound, as if breaking free from so invisible restraint. Blushing, she turned her gaze sideways.
Astrid faced away from the moonlight, her bright silver hair cascading over her shoulders. The pretty bow tied around her smooth, fair neck seed to declare she belonged exclusively to so noble, this thought wasn’t entirely wrong. Under the current political system of the Valeria Empire, maids were indeed private property of the nobility.
In other words, Astrid in her maid form belonged solely to Lyra.
Yet, this silver-haired maid, who had been the empire’s regent just yesterday, carried an extra air of nobility. Her wine-red eyes hold a subtle sparkle. Her pink tongue slides across her lips, making the already vivid, plump petals even more moist and enticing.
Seeing Lyra shift from passive defense to facing her directly, Astrid fluttered her eyes, her breath warm and fragrant.
"Next... how would the master like to be served?"
The faint rustling of stockings against skin entered Lyra’s ears, more beautiful and enchanting than any musical instrunt. The only sound comparable might be Astrid’s footsteps, wearing finely crafted black stilettos, dressed in an elegant night-sky colored gown, walking through the imperial hall, each step resonating like a gentle knock upon the heart.
Lyra lowered her gaze. In the eyes of the beauty before her, only her own face was reflected. Under the influence of alcohol, it seed to morph into a bright red heart, shimring with light, delicate and fragile like colored glass.
"..."
Her hands moved faster than her thoughts, gently wrapping around Astrid’s shoulders. The silver-haired maid, who had been waiting, leaned forward. Her smooth silver hair fell onto the bed, along with her lips, drawing closer.
Just like when they first entered the room, it was a kiss suffused with a faint scent of wine. The only difference was that Lyra had sipped so black tea while Astrid bathed, adding a refreshing hint of tea aroma between their lips.
But compared to these unimportant external details, what mattered most, and was irreplaceable, was the girl’s lips, as tender as flower petals, and the sweet, wonderful sensation they shared in the deepening kiss.
Astrid...so fragrant, so soft...
Like an addiction, Lyra’s narrow eyes into slits, vaguely seeing the face of her kissing partner. Astrid’s skin remained snow-white, but as occasional wet smacking sounds echoed in the room, a faint pink gradually tinted her complexion.
Dream and reality briefly overlapped. The light blush on Astrid’s beautiful face seed to transform into the irresistible crimson from so pleasant dream. As the long, exquisite kiss continued, Lyra’s mind grew increasingly hazy, gradually losing the ability to distinguish reality from illusion.
Just continue like this... understand Astrid more deeply...
Then... devour her...
As such thoughts erged, the normally gentle girl suddenly displayed a certain aggressiveness, especially her tongue, already exploring, now becoming even more direct.
Like unleashing a beast from deep within, the negative emotions accumulated in her psyche from brutal wars finally found an outlet. Although the release was limited without going all the way, it was still extrely rare.
Astrid’s sweet nectar was freely plundered. The alluring lips, usually poised and elegant when speaking, now completely beca Lyra’s conquered territory, moving solely in response to her actions. The agile tongue modulated conveyed a hint of appeasent and submission.
Perhaps due to her maid status, or perhaps out of satisfaction with Lyra’s hard-won presence, tonight, after her initial initiative, Astrid, during the kiss, no longer resembled the coldly beautiful imperial princess. Instead, she truly acted like a devoted personal maid serving her master.
When her master was passive, she beca active; when her master was active, she beca passive, everything followed the other’s choice.
Lyra’s legs, previously restrained by Astrid, now spontaneously entwined in a similar manner. Their warmth transferred between them on the narrow bed. Even the smooth white silk on Astrid’s legs, due to proximity, beca ambiguous as to which pair of legs it truly adorned.
Ti passed second by second. The prolonged, deep kiss caused their body temperatures to steadily rise. The full effect of the wine kicked in. Feeling the heat, Lyra casually pushed aside the covers. Moonlight stread in, illuminating the two stunning beauties of different styles, yet both possessing peerless beauty, lying on the soft bed.
Sensing a chill, Astrid’s eyelashes lowered instinctively, wanting to end the kiss initiated by Lyra. But the alcohol-influenced pink-haired girl seed unwilling to stop, her delicate white feet gently hooking Astrid, her lips and tongue continuing their actions.
Although drinking made Lyra more proactive, her clinginess remains unchanged.
Since tonight was ant to help Lyra release her emotions, if the other needed it, she would cooperate fully, considering it a reward for the other’s long endurance.
Putting herself in Lyra’s place, she probably would have reached her limit long ago.
Astrid Calliste truly was a mischievous woman who stirred emotions but didn’t take responsibility.
After a long while, following the muffled chis from the city’s clock tower, the kissing girls finally ended their intimacy.
Savoring the sweetness between her lips and the lingering tea fragrance around her nose, Astrid even had the illusion that the cup of black tea she had poured for Lyra earlier was actually ant for herself.
But... none of that mattered now...
Releasing emotions to this extent was far from sufficient. Although unsure of the exact effect, considering Lyra’s usual disciplined behavior, she likely had no similar experiences.
For a Holy Knight, secretly doing such things would probably feel like a desecration to herself.
Undoubtedly, Lyra was exactly that kind of person.
"Relax your body, master."
Hearing Astrid’s soft, low voice, Lyra, clearly aroused, rubbed her legs together. Her cherry-pink hair scattered ssily on the pillow, a few strands resting on her collarbone.
That feeling again... she always felt this way with Astrid...
Her white nightgown, damp with sweat, clinging slightly to Lyra’s delicate body. But compared to sweat, moisture found other outlets.
Astrid’s knees, whether intentional or not, pressed upward. Sensing the warm fabric and sothing different, a flicker of understanding crossed her eyes, and she whispered softly.
"...The service has only just begun."
Lyra... was much more sensitive than she imagined...
Just a kiss had left her so flustered, as if made of water. Her bashful cheeks were especially adorable.
This saved many steps usually needed before unveiling the main act.
Without reaching for the previously pushed-aside covers, Astrid gently removed her legs, her arms circling Lyra’s waist to help her sit upright.
Already intoxicated by the amorous atmosphere, Lyra’s blue eyes shimred with faint moisture, accepting Astrid’s arrangent without resistance.
What kind of service...
What did Astrid plan to do?
The next mont, Lyra’s question found its answer. Her bare back, covered only by a thin-strapped nightgown, pressed softly against Astrid, just as she had done that morning when helping with hair.
Only this ti, the sensation felt more real, as if a layer of interfering underwire had been removed.
So this maid outfit, no, Astrid... had such subtle details...
Her back stiffened slightly, hands unsure where to place themselves. Lyra’s gaze grew hazy, quickly noticing Astrid’s long, smooth, stocking-clad legs glide across the sheets, using the delicate instep to support her calf, slowly parting them.
Thus assuming a position she had once seen Amalia sitting in Astrid’s lap, except now it was Lyra herself, and Astrid wasn’t simply sitting with legs together. Instead, her posture completely defied the elegant princess image.
A-Astrid...
Passively accepting the other’s control, her knees parted by rounded ones, Lyra, from her top-down view, noticed further differences.
The white stockings on Astrid’s legs weren’t the sa pair she wore during the day. Judging by color, it was more sheer, not pure white, but faintly revealing flesh tones, reinforced only at the toes, making the delicate tips appear hazy, as if just lifted from a milk bath.
The style was a lace-trimd garter type. Such gartered white silk indeed suited Astrid’s usual mature, elegant style. Her legs were beautiful, her skin was exceptionally fair. Now fully revealed to Lyra’s eyes through movent, straight, smooth calves, exquisitely delicate feet, soft thighs not entirely covered by silk, enhanced even more by the gentle white silk.
While dazed, Astrid completed the final step. Her two slender, white hands gently captured Lyra’s wrists, sliding down along the hem of her dress.
"Lyra..."
"...Kiss ."
...........
In certain matters, humans always possess an innate, exceptional talent. Although Astrid often calls Lyra a "clumsy maid," in reality, observing her dedication to magic reveals that this pink-haired knight was far from dull-witted.
With simple verbal instruction, not even requiring demonstration, Lyra instantly understood, achieving complete physical and ntal relaxation in her lover’s arms.
Lyra, her face completely flushed, leaning back, collapsing into Astrid’s embrace. Her legs, spread into a V-shape, seem not yet recovered from spasms, faintly trembling.
How could she... in front of Astrid... with her own hands... in this state...
She couldn’t face anyone anymore...
Eyes tightly closed, her thoughts still lingered on a mont half a minute ago, the overwhelming pleasure enveloping her spirit, sothing Lyra had never felt before.
The lingering resonance of soul-shaking ecstasy still flows through her body. The bedsheets beneath her legs were now thoroughly damp.
It looked as if a cup of black tea had been spilled.
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