Chronicles of a Maid

As the servants of the Bartel estate set about doing their job, ensuring the manor was cleaned and in well working order, they couldn’t help but glance out the window. Walking around the gardens was their employer, Master Croix, enjoying the warm sunlight with his beloved little sister, Corona. A rare sight seeing their master out of his office and seeming enjoying the peace. But what made the sight even more extraordinary was the fact that he was willingly enjoying the company of a young woman.

Miss Lyner, acting as a maid, was walking with Croix, hanging onto his arm. She was dressed simply, a short black skirt, a white button up shirt and a thin jacket. Her right hand was still thickly bandaged and left ankle also still strapped. Two injuries she had received protecting young Corona from potential kidnappers. Would have any other young lady of the ton have done the same? Probably not.

No, most likely not as they wouldn’t have anything to do with Miss Corona unless it could aide them in getting Master Croix’s attention.

Her ankle had healed enough, allowing her to tentatively walk around on it. So she was outside with Master Croix, young Corona finding delight in her two favourite people sending time with her. She was skipping through the gardens, running back to Croix and Lyner every now and again to hug either one of them, laughing delightfully.

They looked like a family.

And the staff members couldn’t help but gossip amongst themselves.

“Have you noticed that Master Croix has been acting differently lately?”

“He seems more…mellow.”

“Hm! So I’m not the only one! I think it’s good. The young master has been so busy and has quite a few burdens. Especially so young.”

“You know what I think? He’s changed because of Miss Lyner.”

“Yes! He’s change occurred not long after Miss Lyner was employed.”

“But she’s just a maid.”

“Not really. You do realise that she’s Miss Lyner Barsett, from the Barsett family? She’s here to help her father, whom has taken ill.”

“…Really?”

“It’s all hush hush, of course. So this doesn’t leave this room.”

“Of course! Hm, Miss Corona seems much happier as well.”

“Miss Lyner is the first woman, outside this household, that Miss Corona had grown attached to.”

“Miss Lyner is certainly a unique person, isn’t she?”

“…I think she would make a good wife.”

“…I have to agree. She’s unlike the other ladies of society. She isn’t a social climber.”

“And her mother died when she was still quite young, so she knows how to handle a household.”

“…But, she’s not exactly that popular amongst society.”

“Pft! They’re just jealous.”

“Still…”

“Liked or not, that’s irrelevant. At the end of the day, the best marriage is a long one, and in order to have a successful marriage, it’s important that those involved actually like and trust one another. If they do get married, it will be out of mutual respect and want, not of convenience or pressure by society. That’s all that matters. Whims and popularity comes and goes. True love and wisdom, does not.”

“…Do you know something we don’t?”

“Heehee, maybe.”

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With Corona racing back inside the manor in order to get ready for lunch that would be served, Croix and Lyner lingered back, promising to return to the estate a short while later.

Taking Lyner by the hand, Croix suddenly led her over to a small, secluded area of the garden. It was a natural little grotto; large trees offering shade and privacy. And there, Croix pulled Lyner into his arms, crushing her against his chest and kissed her deeply. Lyner willingly pushed herself against his chest, returning the kiss as heated as she could.

He pushed her against a sturdy tree, his mouth still smothering hers passionately. She was slightly grateful for the support as her legs were starting to feel weak. Not because her left ankle was hurting, but because of the pleasure of Croix’s deep kiss was overwhelming her senses.

Stepping between her legs, Croix lifted up Lyner’s skirt, hitching it up as he pressed his concealed arousal against her. As he did that, Lyner managed, with a trembling hand, to undo the buttons of her shirt, exposing her breasts. She kept her top and thin jacket on, though, simply pushing them aside to reveal her front.

And Croix immediately took advantage of that. Breaking the kiss, he trailed his lips down her throat and collarbone to her chest. He began to suck on one nipple with his mouth as he fondled her other breast with his large hand. Lyner whimpered softly as she threaded her left hand into his hair, moaning his name softly, urging him to continue.

“Croix…” she whispered, panting as she arched her back away from the tree. Her injured right hand was still quite painful, so she wasn’t able to use it. She simply held it near her head, leaving it there just in case she needed to smother her sounds of pleasure.

Momentarily removing his hand from her breast, Croix reached down and began to hastily unbuckle the belt of his pants and pulled down the zipper. After revealing himself, he placed his hand on Lyner’s waist as he lifted his mouth from her bust to kiss her on the lips. Lyner moaned, opening her mouth to allow him to kiss her deeply, to ravish her mouth.

Slipping his hand down her left side, Croix grabbed her thigh and lifted her foot off the ground. He placed her knee against his hips as he pushed aside her panties and positioned his erection against her pussy. Curling her uninjured hand around the collar of his shirt, Lyner found herself holding her breath when he slowly pushed inside of her. She soon found her breath again, though, when he suddenly bucked his hips, pushing completely inside of her.

Tightening his hand on her leg, Croix pulled until he was almost completely out of her but bucking his hips forward and up into her. Lyner cried out into Croix’s mouth, his tongue caressing hers so relentlessly. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled out before plunging back in. It didn’t take him long to create some kind of a rhythm.

Breaking the kiss, Lyner gasped when he began to suck at the sensitive skin of her neck and throat. She threw her head back as she moaned, her eyes half-lidded as she stared up at the sky peeking through the branches of the tree. It felt absolutely amazing. As usual.

Leaning forward, Lyner pressed her face against the side of Croix’s neck, smothering her whimpers and cries, her lips brushing against the skin. She wanted to nibble against the skin, but it was difficult with the way she was continuously whimpering in pleasure. His arms were tight and strong around her, comforting and reassuring in a way, as he continued to rock into her. And she clung to him as she moved in time with his thrusts, her back grating against the bark of the tree she was pushed against. However, she was still wearing her jacket, so it wasn’t bothering her in the slightest.

“You feel amazing,” Croix murmured huskily into her ear, his teeth nibbling on her earlobe.

Although scandalous, being out in the dark corner of the gardens, in the middle of the day, making love outside was also quite thrilling and highly sensual. It was as if their passion could not be restrained, not to be hidden behind closed doors.

They could get into serious trouble, though, if anyone should happen across them.

But with passion and pleasure completely overwhelming her body and mind, Lyner wasn’t too worried or concerned about anything. The only thing that mattered was what Croix was doing to her, taking her to the brink of pleasure before pushing her over the edge, her body shuddering and trembling as she rode the waves of her orgasm.

A few moments later Croix stilled as he pushed deeply into her, his body shuddering as he reached his own release. Lyner opened her mouth on a low moan, unshed tears causing her vision to blur. Resting against Croix, she hastily wiped at her tears with the palm of her hand. The tears weren’t from pain or discomfort, so she wasn’t entirely sure why she was crying. Maybe it was from the intensity of the passion.

Gathering his wits, Croix began to move, removing himself from Lyner’s body. She sighed at the feeling. As he lowered her back to her feet, Lyner rested against the tree as she tried to gather her own bearings. Her hands still slightly shaky from the passion, she had a hard time trying to redo the buttons on her top. Thankfully, after Croix had readjusted his own clothes, he set about helping her to get dressed.

“Are you alright?” Croix asked her.

“Hm? Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Sorry,” he muttered as he pulled her against his side. “Could wait until we get back to the manor.”

Lyner blushed lightly, but smiled nonetheless. “It’s ok,” she replied.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, helping to aide her as they travelled back to his estate and Lyner leaned against him. It felt nice to be held by himself, in any manner. They would be late for lunch. Hopefully, no one would think much of it. After all, Lyner was still recovering from her injuries.

But as they neared the manor, another of Croix’s staff members approached them with some news. But it was Lyner, who the news was meant for. “Miss Lyner, your sisters are on the phone. There seems to be news regarding your father.”