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It wasn’t supposed to go this far. You knew if you were caught your death would be immensely painful, but maybe that’s what made it all the thrilling.

It started when you first came to the castle to work as a maid. You’ve heard countless stories of women going to House Dimitrescu and never returning. There were rumors the lady’s famous wine, Sanguis Virginis, was made out of the blood of women, specifically women. Regardless of the rumors you still went for employment so you would have money for your sick mother who was bedridden, she desperately needed medicine that your father could not afford, and this was the last resort.

The day you went to the castle a maid answered the door ushering you inside   and leading through the large, luscious castle. She seemed like a timid young woman, she appeared younger than you. She spoke rapidly saying the ladies of the castle were expecting you and how you should behave. 

As you both came to a large fancy looking door, she gave you a quick look before opening the door bowing and announcing your arrival to the five women in the room. Your eyes drift over the room and mistresses as you quickly bowed to them. Your eyes immediately landed on Lady Dimitrescu, her tall structure capturing you as she walks up to you with calculated eyes. When she spoke, it was smooth but firm. You instinctively adverted your eyes as she starts introducing her daughters. Bela, the eldest daughter with blonde eyes and a stern expression, Cassandra, the brunette with a crazed look that couldn’t stop laughing, and Daniela, her crazed grin made you uneasy. When she finally got to her wife you had to take a double take. Wife? The countess was married? You’d have thought there would’ve been a huge wedding, after all this was one of the lords. Turning to look at the fifth woman you lost your breath. She was stunning. Unlike the other women she wore a black suit with a red dress shirt. Out of all five she was the shortest, coming up to the lady’s hips and the daughters’ shoulders. Her hair was pulled up in a braided bun, her gentle eyes mismatched as one was dark brown and the other a light blue. Her face was luscious with full plump lips and a patch of white skin over the blue eye. Did she have a condition? Minus the patch her skin was dark brown, just a shade darker than yours. A warm smile appears as she held out a gloved hand, giving you a handshake. Too stunned to speak you take her hand feeling the warmth through her gloves. “Hi, I’m Natasha. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She says in a soft tone before turning to the countess. “You didn’t tell me there was other black people in the village, Alci. Especially with how Miranda was acting like she never seen one.” She says barking out a laugh. Opening her mouth before closing it Lady Dimitrescu cut her eyes over to you. “I wasn’t aware myself, draga mea. As for Mother Miranda…” She lets the sentence draw out before clearing her throat. “I’ll let the head maid escort you to your room. You will be getting up at six every morning, breakfast starts at six thirty, dinner at nine. The head maid will give you the other details.” She said turning to grab a small bell off the counter ringing it. Almost immediately an older woman appears bowing her head greeting the mistress. “Take the new maid to her room.” She says dismissively. 

“Yes, my lady.” The head maid says beckoning you over. Bowing your head once more to the ladies of the castle you take your leave, stealing one last glance towards Lady Natasha. Catching your eye her smile broadens giving you a small wave. As the door shuts you could hear them talking.

Weeks go by.

Ever since you started working you couldn’t get Lady Natasha out of your mind. Maybe because out of all of them she was the nicest. You would see her walking around checking on the maids or working in the kitchen cooking alongside them or inspecting. Other times she would hang out with one of the daughters listening to them go on about their day and what they caught. Then you would catch her walking alongside the countess looking up at her with love and adoration as they discuss many things in hushed tones, even hearing them bark out laughs at each other’s jokes. But you’d also catch her by herself in one of the rooms sitting in a chair looking out the window while petting her cat, an warm expression on her face as she takes sips from a cup of tea. Or maybe it was because when she was fully alone, she would invite you to sit with her and the two of you would talk. She talked about how she was born and raised in New Orleans and how she originally came to Romania as a vacation. In return you told your story on how your parents moved up here to get away from certain family members and how growing up in the village was like. How you would get certain glances from people because of your skin tone and you taking note of the occasional whispers from the elders. Natasha understood exactly what you meant, despite being the wife of one of the lords she would still get looks from the villagers. 

“I know fully what you mean, I’ve caught those same looks from some of the villagers. I even had a kid run up to me asking if I was made of chocolate.” She deadpanned before erupting in a laugh causing you to join her. Her smile was contagious. Her plump lips were inviting and tempting. Shaking the thoughts from your minds you continue to listen to her talk. 

The more you hung out with her the stronger the temptations of wanting her grew. You knew if it was found out Lady Dimitrescu would personally have your head. But that didn’t stop the intrusive thoughts of how her lips would taste against yours, how her skin would feel as you drag your fingers against it, or if she looks at you the same way she looked at her wife. The times you weren’t assigned to any tasks you would be in your shared room touching yourself letting these thoughts take over your mind.

There was a time you helped do laundry since one of the maids mysteriously disappeared. While going through the clothes you came across one of the lady’s underwear seemingly soaked with fluid. A blush comes across your face realizing what it was as the maid beside you glances over explaining it happens often when the two ladies had their “fun” and lets out a soft laugh. Faking a laugh, you place it in the pile continuing to sort through the clothes. When the maid turns away you quickly snatch the underwear back hiding it in your uniform hoping she didn’t notice. After you was done you hurriedly rushed to your room silently pleading to Mother Miranda that no one else was here. Sitting down on the edge of the bed you slowly pull out the underwear studying it. Sweeping a finger across the wet slick popping it inside your mouth you let out an approval hum as a shiver goes done your spine. You knew this made you look like a perv but you didn’t care, not at all. 

You could feel your own arousal pooling inside your own underwear as you press the lady’s to your face taking a sniff. Sliding a hand in your panties you fingered yourself getting off to the scent of the lady. You wonder if Lady Dimitrescu had tasted her, if she came from having the countess’s finger inside or tongue. Groaning loudly, you pumped a finger in and out at the thought. Inserting another finger speeding up you imagined the sounds she made, how her face must have looked like. Your breathing as you got close, using this opportunity to swipe the pad of your finger across your clit imagining yourself the one pleasuring the other woman. It should have been you; it needs to be you. Clamping your teeth down on your lip to muffle your moans as you came hard.

Coming down from your high you take a few moments to catch your breath   immediately hiding the underwear in your belongings before heading to the servants’ bathroom freshening yourself up. Exiting you go back to work like nothing happened.

A few days later it was brought to attention of the servants that one of Lady Natasha’s underwear has been misplaced and if anyone had come across it to discreetly put it away in her shared room. While on serving duty one evening you overheard the daughters teasing their mother about it, much to Natasha’s embarrassment. As you poured wine in each of their cups you listen as Lady Daniela cackled. “Maybe one of the servants took your underwear, mama.” She teased as Lady Natasha almost choked on her drink. You caught how tightly Alcina gripped her cup as her face hardened. It took all your willpower not to cast your eyes downcast as the countess’s golden pupils locked with yours. Playing it cool you offered to refill her cup to which she wordlessly held her cup up. Once filling it you stepped back standing with the other staff remaining quiet as the family talked.

After dinner you was called up to the Lady’s room. Fearful that you were caught you walked up to the room, each step echoing off the walls. Coming upon the Lady’s room you knocked tentatively hearing a crisp “Come in.” From the countess. Inhaling softly, you entered the large room. The soft crackle of the fireplace reaches your ears as you looked towards the large bed neatly made up. A soft cough made you turn towards the large countess seeing her sitting in front of the desk, watching you intensely.

“Looking for someone?” She asked innocently tilting her head to the side, the large black hat hiding half of her face. Lowering your eyes you shook your head. “No, my lady. How may I assist you?” When you didn’t hear a reply you cut your eyes up seeing hers boring into your skull. Did she know? Did a maid catch you stealing the lady’s underwear or found it amongst your belongings while cleaning? As the minutes dragged on you waited silently. What felt like hours that were merely minutes her ladyship turned her head away facing the desk. With a single manicured finger she beckons you over as she starts to write on a piece of paper with a ballpoint pen. “I need you to deliver this message to the duke promptly.” She says not looking up. You watch her write taking note of her penwork. She wrote quickly yet efficiently and had a unique writing style. Once she was finished, she folded it neatly placing it in an envelope with the house crest labeled on it, turning to face you she holds it out to you. As you reach out to take it she grabs your arm pulling you close with surprise speed.“I know the other maids have mentioned about my wife’s missing garments, you wouldn’t happen to know where they went, do you?” She asks staring at you with a predatory gleam. Stammering a bit you looked up at her with a genuine expression. “No, my lady, I have not seen anything. If I do I shall report back to you right away.” Her eyes narrow a bit as she studies you. “She has taken a fancy to you; I suppose you two share a lot in common.” She said mostly to herself. Her eyes cut away for a minute before landing back on you. “I do not mind my lover having friends, especially ones she feels more comfortable around. However, I only allow her friends and friends who won’t take advantage of her kindness and hospitality.” She says tightening her grip on your arm. You bite back a yelp as you nod your head. “I understand, my lady. I value Lady Natasha and I’s friendship.” You replied. Seemingly satisfied with your answer she releases you allowing to take the letter. “Very good, now do run along as that letter is urgent.” She says dismissing you. Without a word you walk back out exhaling the breath you’ve been holding through the entire ordeal. The warning was crystal clear; don’t get too close with the mistress’s wife. You should have taken this as a sign to stop, give back the underwear and just enjoy the budding friendship with the mistress. However, you were too far deep to turn back now. Clutching the letter an idea formed in your mind, a dangerous one…

The next evening you sat underneath your covers with sheets of paper askew around you. You look down at the letter you started writing for the sixth time, the others coming up as failures. This one looked the closest to the lady’s handwriting, so close it could be mistaken as her’s. A soft grin appears on your face as you fold it placing it in an envelope, making sure to address it to Lady Natasha and sign it as Lady Dimitrescu. Now all you had to was deliver it. You furrow your brow. This was the tricky part, if you went out there’s a possibility you could be caught. Leaning back on your bed you pondered on what to do. You could prowl about to see if she was in one of her usual hang outs and put the letter where she would see it. Tapping the letter against your chin you decided to go for it, hopefully none of the other Dimitrescus would catch you out after hours. 

Creeping past your sleep mate you head out into the long dark hallway. Seeing the candles flicker you decided to see if she was in one of the study rooms. As you walked you jump hearing the distant cackling of one of the daughters, your heart pounds inside your chest. Your senses started kicking in once more; was this really worth it? You were not only pining for the head mistress’s wife but now forging her writing to send flirty little letters. On top of that you stole the lady’s underwear for your own sick pleasures. This was your last chance to turn back and end it now. Thinking for a split second your pressed on deciding it was worth it. There was a huge chance you could be caught, but what if you weren’t? There was a chance Lady Natasha would be mortified if she found out it was you who was writing these letters instead of her wife but what if she wasn’t? Maybe you were delusional or maybe you were a little weirdo. Whatever the reason the feelings you had for the second mistress was planted too deeply and had started to bloom. You wanted her, badly.

Continuing to walk you made a few sharp turns until you noticed a light flickering under one of the rooms and a muffled voice behind it. Creeping closer pressing your ear against it you heard her voice. Straining your ears you heard her talking to someone, but there was no response. Perhaps she was on the phone then? Taking this opportunity, you slide the letter under the door giving a quick sharp knock loud enough to be heard as you took off back to your room. Opening the door quickly and quietly you slide in bed and close your eyes; now all you had to do was wait. 

The next day as you worked there was nothing out of the blue, none of the family members seem upset or tense. Your eyes landed on Natasha who was smiling brightly, stealing a few glances over at Lady Dimitrescu who seem to not notice as she drank a glass of wine. You mentally sighed in relief as you help the maids serve breakfast. You’ll write another one tonight.

That was how the love letters started. The first couple weren’t nothing too serious, a few poems here and there. You would tell her how lovely she looked that day and how “Lady Dimitrescu” enjoyed her companionship and how much she appreciated her. Every time you delivered a letter you got more confident and bolder. You liked seeing her happy the next day, even if she believed it was coming from Lady Dimitrescu. You started getting a bit more risque and explicit, saying how you liked the way her outfit showed off her curves and bust. The few times you catch the couple being intimate with each other you would use it as an advantage, asking her what she would prefer to happen next time. You even wrote a detailed letter of what you would like to do to her, how you would do it, and asking if she would like it to be a reality. The day after you sent it off you saw Natasha whispering something to Lady Dimitrescu before playfully nudging her hip and walking off leaving her to watch her with a confused expression. It took all your willpower to snort a laugh at the expense of the taller woman. This was going better than you intentioned it originally.

 Nothing has gone wrong; until it did.

You were assigned to clean the mistresses’ room, which was a first for you. Only the head maid was the only one allowed to enter their room, but she had gotten sick and was unable to. Since you was excelling at your job, she allowed you to take her place this once. As you walked up to the massive door to knock you heard angry voices from the other side.

“So now you’re lying to me?” Natasha’s voice could be heard as you leaned in to listen.

“Draga mea I am telling the truth. I did not write these letters to you. Why would I?” Lady Dimitrescu replied exasperated. You could hear the anger in her voice as you bit your lip.

Shit.

“I thought this was one of your little tricks to court me. It’s not the first time you have done it.” Natasha responds. “These are all written in your handwriting.” She counters. There was a shifting of paper as silence filled the air. You held your breath.

“Someone forged my writing. Believe me darling had I wrote these I wouldn’t pretend to not have. Especially when these are signed from me. I do not remember saying any of this.” A shift of movement can be heard as a chair was dragged back. “I’ll look into this, do not worry.”

There was no response. 

You swallowed as you knocked on the door. Soft footsteps come closer as the door creaks open revealing Natasha. Her face was twisted in an upset expression. Bowing your head, you greeted her. “Hello Lady Natasha, I was sent to clean this room.” She forced a smile before looking back at the countess. “Aha, I am sorry Y/N. I do not think now is a good time, could you come back later?” She asks. You nodded your head. “Of course, my lady.” And with that you turn to leave, briskly heading to find a new assignment. Now what? What’s going to happen? The thoughts swam around your head. 

The rest of the day went uneventful. It was all too quiet. When it was close to dinnertime only the daughters were present. Whispers arise as the maids wondered where the head mistresses were. Even their daughters were worried.

“Did mother or mama say why they won’t be joining us?” Cassandra asked to Bela.

Taking a swig of her drink the blonde shrugged her shoulders. “They both said they had to settle some things and to go on without them. I don’t know what happened.” She responds. All three ate in silence as you stood with the other maids waiting silently. Afterwards it was time for all the maids to retire for the night. As you started walking towards your room you was stopped by a maid.

 “The lady has asked for your presence in her room at once.” She says in a shaky tone. You felt your heart dropped as you thanked her before walking to your possibly grave. This was it. It wouldn’t be long before you were caught. Your heart pounded in your chest as you came up to the room. Before you could knock you heard the countess beckoning you to come in, she must have sensed you. Opening the door, you entered seeing Lady Natasha sitting on the bed. Hearing you enter she looks at you with a soft smile. Smiling back grimly you curtsied. “Lady Natasha.” You greeted her.

“Shut the door.” Lady Dimitrescu’s voice boomed from her seat in front of the desk, her back to you. Immediately you closed the door folding your hands in front of you waiting. A few minutes passed; she slowly turns to you wearing a pair of glasses holding pieces of paper in her massive hand. Your eyes widen in realization; she was reading the letters you wrote.

“I must say you are a clever little mouse.” She starts. Her eyes studied you and while she didn’t appear angry the tone in her voice said otherwise. “You not only were able to forge my handwriting, but you almost got it down to a t, almost.” Slowly rising out of her seat she stalks towards you, causing you take a step back. “I almost wouldn’t have guessed it was you had I not went through your belongings and found this.” She said lifting up a familiar pair of garments. A gasp came from behind you. “My underwear!” Natasha said, a blush on her face. 

“Filthy little thing, aren’t you? Who knows what you was doing with these.” She growls out grabbing you by the throat lifting you up as she glares at you. Gasping for air she prevented you from speaking. She continues as she held you. “I’ve had many maids come here and do many things. Attempting to steal from me or escape, but never have I had one lusting for something that is mines.” She snarls squeezing your throat tighter. 

“Darling.” Natasha starts. You hoped she wasn’t going to try to plead for your life, while it was appreciated deep down you knew you deserved this. You went too far. You tried to flirt with the lord’s partner. You only hoped your death would be quick.

Suddenly you was released. Hitting the ground gasping for air rubbing your neck you watch the countess walk towards Natasha lifting her chin up with a finger. Her expression softens eyeing the dark-skinned woman as she places her hands on her shoulders. “I can’t say I blame you,however. She is a sight for sore eyes, is she not?” She asks looking at you expectantly. Still trying to recover from the near-death experience you cough. “Y-yes my lady.” You wheezed out. She hums before bending down pressing her lips against Natasha’s plush ones. You watched as she reciprocated before pulling away tilting her head. “I’m not understanding.” She asks looking up at the woman quizzically. You’re also left confused. Were you not going to be killed? Looking between you and Natasha Lady Dimitrescu hummed. “My darling, I have a splendid idea. Instead of killing your little admirer I decided to put them in good use.” She smiles broadly eyeing you like a snack. 

“Good use? What do you mean?” Natasha asks shifting her eyes to you then back at her. 

Looking down at Natasha she smiles wider. “Leoaica mea aprigă, you trust me, yes?” She asks her tone turning serious. 

“Of course I do, Alci.” She responds smiling meekly.

“Good. I promise what I have in store will be quite pleasurable for you and me. Maybe even for our perverted little maid.” She chuckles. “Now my dear, take off your clothes.” She said as Natasha mouth fell open before closing it. Obediently she starts undressing, starting with the suit and dress shirt. You watched in your spot not daring to move. Your throat felt dry as you saw her red bra concealing her decent sized rack. Once she was in her bra and panties Lady Dimitrescu held a hand out, stopping her. Turning to you she snapped her finger. “Come here.” She demands as you jumped up rushing over. 

Placing a hand on your shoulder squeezing it hard she bent down near your ear. “Since you have such a wild fascination for my wife, I’m going to put you to work. You have ten minutes to get her off, if you fail, I’ll go with my original plan ending your pathetic life. Understand?” You nod your head vigorously sweat starting to form on your forehead. “Time’s ticking.” She says walking off to the side grabbing a cigarette lighting it. Tentatively you walk up to Natasha getting on your knees in front of her. Looking up you saw she also was nervous. “Mistress, is this alright?” You asked.

Reaching out cupping your head in her warm hand she caresses you gently. “Yes, dear. It’s alright.” She smiles sweetly before leaning back, spreading her legs apart to give you better access. Returning her smile, you grab a hold of her underwear pulling it down revealing her pussy. You took note of the small bush she had growing as you tugged them fully off. She was already glistening with slick as you leaned forward, taking a soft breath you flicked your tongue over folds causing her to jump and gasp out. Placing a hand on her thigh rubbing it gently you start to eat her out, hearing her moan out. She tasted divinely and her moans were like music to your ears, this was a dream come true. Pushing your tongue further in between your folds you heard her moans grow louder. Unbeknownst to you Lady Dimitrescu had moved from her spot to behind you. 

It wasn’t until a something heavy pressed against your back shoving you deeper in Lady Natasha’s cunt did you notice. “You could surely do better.” She snapped. “My wife deserves the best treatment; I don’t want to see you being slacking.” The sharp object dug into you deeper causing you to whimper. “Y-yes Mistress.” You said as you decided to wrap your mouth around the lady’s clit sucking on it. 

“Fuck!” Lady Natasha hisses out as she covers her mouth.

“Ah ah, my love. I want to hear you.” Lady Dimitrescu commands. “I want to make sure the little admirer is givng you the best.” 

With that Natasha removes her hand moaning louder as you continue to suck on her. You decide to take advantage of this reaching a hand up sliding a finger inside her wet folds.

“S-shit. A-alci I’m close.” She moans out tilting her head back. 

The weight removes off you as Lady Dimitrescu grabs Natasha gently by the throat shoving her tongue down her throat. This whole scene was making you hot, heat pooling between your legs as you closed them shut. You continue your assault on her clit while fingering her as you felt her legs trembling before feeling your face coated from her juices as she came. Pulling your face away and removing your finger you pant heavily licking your lips, tasting her juices.

Peeling away from her wife Lady Dimitrescu looked down at her. “Was that good? Did you enjoy that, draga mea?” She asks in a soft tone. 

Catching her breath Natasha nods her head. “That was fantastic darling, thank you.” She turns to you. “And thank you.” Nodding your head you smiled softly. “Of course my lady. It was my pleasure.” Turning to Lady Dimitrescu you looked up at her. “Did I..do well my lady?” You asked nervously. 

She lets out a soft hum not looking at you. “Yes, I suppose you did. You are excused.” She waves her hand away dismissing you. 

As you got up about to take your leave you heard Lady Dimitrescu call out to you.

“If we ever need your services again we will summon you. Next time, I’ll have you serve us both.”

You swallowed hard at the thought.