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019 - Sorrows of a young mistress
Illyasviel von Einzbern
The outside world is not what I had imagined. Sure, there's a lot more freedom and a lot less pain than back home, but things are boring. When I went through the prolonged maintenance process that would allow me to act independently for months at a time, I kind of assumed that setting my nerves on fire for hours in a row without the ability to fall unconscious and being left wishing I would've died afterwards would be… you know. Worth the suffering.
… Not that my regular weekly maintenance is much better, all things considered.
Alright, compartmentalizing now. Grab all the sad and painful things and put them in the box in the corner, where they won't get in the way of my fun. Done? Done. Good.
But! BUT! This isn't what I signed up for! Everyone is paranoid and I'm pretty much confined into the house. Even my plans to pay a visit to onii-chan and onee-chan had to be scrapped when Sella talked Berserker into keeping me here in the mansion 'where I'm safe'.
Betrayed by my own Servant! After everything we went through together! How's that fair? And what's the point of being safe anyway? This is war! We're going to be killing every single one of those worms that get in our way! Berserker will mangle them into a bloody paste and I'll use it to make meatballs!
Well… no. I have no idea how to make meatballs. But I'm sure I can put Liz to the task.
A bored sigh escapes my lips as I lean forward so Sella can wash my back. She's a dutiful maid and makes sure the ministrations are pleasant, but she's also obsessed with everything being proper. So pleasant is all they are. I enjoy my baths much more when it's Liz who takes care of my body.
"Why can't Liz wash me up?" I don't whine, that's below me. But… I have to admit a hint of plaintiveness might've leaked into my voice.
"We have talked about this already, young miss." Sella chides chidingly with her chiding voice. Sometimes I think that's the only thing she derives enjoyment from. "You two aren't allowed to get together in the bathtub after last time."
"Come on, Sella!" I protest as I lift an arm so she can more easily clean every inch of it. "You are being melodramatic!"
"You somehow managed to make a complete mess out of the whole room." The party pooper huffs, her ministrations still pleasant but also getting markedly harsher. "I had to clean it up."
For a moment I think about complaining some more about the unfairness of it all, but her grievances are kind of fair, actually. We… might've made a tiny bit of a complete mess all over the place last time. Liz understands me like nobody else does, and is really good at giving me what I want. Which means that she expertly washed up my body in the exact way I like it. Energetically, enthusiastically and repeatedly. On every flat surface in the room. And I mean every single one.
"Ehehehehe~" Some surfaces were a bit tricky, but Liz can get very creative when she puts her mind into it.
"Young miss!" The chiding chider chides chidingly again. "No drooling on the bathtub!"
… Party pooper.
With a supreme effort of will worthy of an Einzbern Magus, I reign my thoughts and focus on something else.
At least the thieving interlopers are both in the war, I'll take special pleasure in crushing them. Maybe I'll capture them and force them to kill each other? After having my wicked way with their bodies? That sounds like an appropriately cruel and unusual punishment for them.
Oh, yeah... I'll chain the two of them to the dungeons, spread-eagled on the stone floor, their naked and defenseless bodies pressed against the cold-hard surface. I'll tease Onii-chan with my foot, but I'll secure his thing first so he won't get his disgusting filth all over me. Then I'll sit on Onee-chan's face and force her to lap my juices like the horny bitch she is and– Oooh! I can do both at the same time!
I'll laugh at them, degrading and belittling them to make their humiliation worse. Maybe I'll gag them so they can't talk back too, it would be nice if they begged, but a total mood killer if they got snarky. Yeah, I'll tease them both to their limit first, then remove the gag so they can properly beg like the dirty wastes of space they are!
I could get a nice big toy for Onee-chan too, I bet she's still a virgin. Maybe I'll rub one myself while watching her tear-stained face as a piece of cold metal takes her precious first time. I could ungag Onii-chan too if he gets worked up enough! Will he curse me for what I'll be doing to Onee-chan or beg me to join, I wonder?
Not that he'll be doing anything but what I tell him to, of course. I think I'll tie the two of them together afterwards, face to face with their arms around each other and their crotches arranged just so, making sure they tease each other without actually doing anything. I could also stuff their back holes with more toys and then…
I'll sit between their faces and make them lick everything. If I'm in a good enough mood, I'll make sure Liz cleans me up down there beforehand. Who knows, I might want kisses at some point and I'm not kissing something that's been up my ass otherwise. That'd be just disgusting.
What else could I do? I wonder? The possibilities are endless and I need to make sure I do first what I want most. One never knows when dirty thieving pieces of shit will break and torturing them won't be fun anymore!
Maybe–
"Young miss!"
Sella's scandalized voice drags me back to the real world, where she's started to wash up my front while I was distracted, only to catch me red-handed teasing myself with a hand between my legs. This is, of course, an unforgivable offense, because everything is with Sella, and Akasha keep us from having perfectly natural urges.
I cross my arms with a huff, already missing the touch of my own hands in more sensitive places, and turn my head away from her in a conclusive and morale-crushing display of disdain.
"This wouldn't be a problem if Liz was the one washing me up."
"That's exactly the problem, young miss!" She retorts in that overly dramatic fashion of hers. "As soon as we're done here you're going back to your room, and I'll make sure Leysritt doesn't get anywhere close to that same floor until tomorrow!"
Stupid (nagging harpy) responsible maid… Sometimes I wonder why I tolerate her in my life.
Illiasviel von Einzbern
Properly chastised and nagged at by the nagging monster, I trudge my way back to my room, wearing only a fluffy robe. Sella would be scandalized that I'm walking down the mansion corridors barefoot and barely dressed, but she left first to make sure Liz wouldn't slip into my room while she was distracted.
It would also be an overreaction. The mansion has a nice carpet that feels great against the soles of my feet, it's warm enough that I don't feel cold and there's absolutely nobody I can 'besmirch my decorum' in front of. Even if some stranger were to somehow infiltrate the heavily defended place, well…
It would be a very short besmirching indeed, Berserker never leaves my side.
After my bath I'm feeling warm, clean and… horribly frustrated. I didn't notice back home, but apparently my weekly maintenance took care of certain… urges while I was busy having my nerves set on fire. Now that I'm properly independent, I'm finding it harder and harder to keep them under control. Sella hovering around me like an overzealous blowfly isn't making things easier either.
"Ne, Berserker." I ask idly, eyeing one of the many, many windows of the corridor showing the forest outside. "Do you think Sella will know if I take off my bathrobe and press my naked body against the window to masturbate?"
There's no answer, of course. Berserker can speak, but she's more comfortable keeping quiet. Still, I've had time to learn how to interpret the vague sense of her thoughts I get through our bond.
"You are right, she'd be the one cleaning up the window pane afterwards." I nod dejectedly. "And she's obsessive enough that she might notice fibers from the bathrobe on the carpet. Maybe if I hold it under my arm... "
Still no answer, though Berserker's astralized form is slowly drifting towards her room, clearly urging me to get moving again.
"Yeah, it probably wasn't a good idea to begin with." I accept with a sigh. "She'd notice my juices all over the place anyway."
The rest of the way to my room goes on without incident, and I throw the bathrobe into a corner as soon as I step inside, immediately jumping into the bed to let myself sink on it's soft and fluffy embrace. It takes a groan and considerable effort for me to flop around so I can stare at the ceiling and…
Crap, I never closed the door. I should do that. Privacy and all that. Plus, Sella will have a heart attack if she walks past later and sees me sleeping without nightclothes.
… Maybe I should leave it open, just in case she actually has that heart attack?
Nah, then I'd need a new maid, and she might somehow be even worse. It's easier to just get up and close….
To just get up and…
To just get….
It's easier too...
Any second now...
"Oh, this is ridiculous." I finally give up, my own body refusing to move in an act of outright rebellion. "Berserker, can you close the door, please?"
The door closes with surprising gentleness for anyone who knows what the Berserker Class is all about.
"Thanks."
I let out another sigh, throwing my arms to the sides as my back digs on the bed covers, trying to find the most comfortable position. Another dull day of boredom and frustration. I guess I could masturbate now? That would brighten up the day a bit. But then I'd have to sleep on my own filth, and I'm too comfortable to get up and do that somewhere else.
And it's not like it does anything beyond taking the edge off, anyway. Without Liz or… well, some other partner, it just won't be the same. I'd still be frustrated afterward.
Instead, I try something else. Leading Berserker around is a surprisingly involved task, but I've had time to practice, to work out what does and doesn't work. Today, for sure!
"Berserker?" I smile my best coy smile, turning my head towards where Berserker's astralized form is floating in the air. "This bed is too big for me alone. Wanna cuddle?"
There's some hesitation, maybe my own state of dress, maybe the way things ended up last time. In the end, little by little, with the wariness of a wild animal being offered food, Berserker gets gradually closer, until she finally materializes in a burst of golden light at my side.
I hide a victorious smirk. Berserker is a sucker for cuddles.
"Muu! Your clothes are rough and coarse!" I protest after trying to wrap one arm around her. "We can't cuddle like this!"
Berserker freezes in indecision. She may act like a cute kitty sometimes, but she's not actually a mindless animal. Just because a trick worked once doesn't mean it will work again, and she's smart enough to realize where this is going. On the other hand… cuddles.
It takes her far longer than it did the first time around, but Berserker finally dematerializes her clothes with a derisive snort and… immediately wraps her body around mine, effectively neutering my ability to launch an offensive. Well played, Berserker, well played.
"Mmmm… You feel so nice and warm…" I'm not defeated just yet, though, and if there's something I've learnt from dealing with jii-chan is that flattery can get you anywhere. "And your body is so strong but still so soft… I love having you around."
There's a huff, and Berserker sends me a warning glare, but I just smile innocently, acting like I don't notice the slight flushing on her cheeks, nor the way her grip on my body relaxes a bit. I turn around to face her properly, shivering in delight as she rests her chin on my shoulder and closes her eyes.
"I'm glad you answered my call, you know?" I continue, arms slowly snaking around her in an utterly harmless hug. "At first Jii-chan was miffed because you're not the one he wanted me to summon, but I prefer you to some dumb mountain of muscles! I couldn't do this with him!"
… Though a traitorous part of her mind wonders how it would feel to do what she's actually trying to do with a mountain of a man like Herakles was supposed to be. She'd probably get torn in half, but what a way to go!
Compartmentalizing, though. I put those thoughts on the box and focus on gently running my hands over Berserker's back. Her grip slackens even further, practically leaving me to my own designs as her chest starts rumbling in… is she purring?
She's purring! I didn't know she could do that, it's adorable!
But adorableness is not the goal right now. Eyes on the price, Illya! Slowly, ever so slowly, I encroach into the forbidden territory. There's no reaction at first, Berserker clearly enjoys this as much as I do, but when I finally get my hands on her toned rear and try to cup it, her eyes snap open again.
There's an accusatory glare that I can only answer sheepishly looking away, and Berserker swiftly rearranges our positions, lifting my body up so her hug is trapping my arms against my waist and her head rests on my nonexistent breasts. A modest attempt at squirming on my side proves that I can't really do anything without outright kneeing her in the crotch, which sounds like a hilariously stupid idea.
Berserker makes a satisfied noise as I finally give up, closing her eyes again and relaxing… to a point. Her arms are still like velvet-coated wrought iron around my own. Soon, her breathing evens up, gently teasing my nipples with every exhalation in a way I'm not completely sure is accidental.
This should be torture by any account, being teased in the cruelest of fashions while incapable of achieving or even seeking release. Somehow though, Berserker's presence makes me feel safe and warm, and I feel myself slowly relaxing in spite of everything.
Going to bed with a catgirl burying her face on my chest isn't exactly what I was aiming for, but I'll take it. Akasha but tomorrow I'm going to be horny.
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