Chương 1: The Valentine Butler
Another of my more popular series, I'll post it here over time but you can find it on Hentai Foundry or Questionable Questing.
I don't own Soul Calibur
A friend, of a friend, of a friend's uncle, once told me of a hill mansion viewing the ocean. Once, long ago a pirate of some fame raided the coast, but now a flourishing town grew in its place in the shadow of the Valentine Mansion.
There were all sorts of rumors. Most of them very dark and mysterious.
Mainly. The Mistress of the Manor was almost in her fifties, but possessed an unearthly youthful body from witchcraft and dark sorceries. She was said to be tall, unimaginably beautiful, with platinum hair and sky-blue eyes… not to mention some of the crasser descriptions of her body. 'Hourglass' has been said, and some of the sailors I've met have said 'top heavy', and one particular drunker has noted that-
'She's has breasts bigger than your head and an ass the shape of an apple…'
Very crass indeed.
Still though, I needed the work, and an English noble was an English noble. Sorcery and witchcraft rumors notwithstanding; it was all nonsense anyway. As I arrived by carriage with my meager belongings I looked up to the Victorian mansion on the hill, viewing over the village ominously. I took a deep breath, and began my journey up the hill.
My friend's of a friend's of a friend's uncle had said that the mansion went through servants like a child goes through sweets. That they never lasted more than a week. And no one from the village would work there willingly… so I went to offer my services. I had been recently dismissed from the army after suffering a wound to my leg after encountering a very angry wandering samurai.
The mansion was much bigger close up; I raised my hand and knocked on the door. Waiting… slowly it opened, and a very wizened old man opened the door. He stared at me, looking me up and down. "…Yes?" he asked suspiciously, one hand behind the door… he was a military man once. I could tell. but that was long ago.
"I… I'm here to apply for the butler position…" I said hesitantly, "Has it been filled?"
A bushy eyebrow rose over his eye in curiosity. "…Really?" he asked, as if he didn't believe me. "Don't you know boy? A witch lives in this cursed house…" he was testing me.
"I need the work sir. If the position has been filled please be upfront." He slowly nodded and opened the door. He had a short spear in on hand and he leaned it against the entry room table.
"Come in." he said, waving me in with a gnarled hand.
"You…" I stared at the well cared for weapon. "Answer the door with a spear?"
"You would too in these times. Crazy women, ghost pirates, monstrous knights. If you hear half the things I have you'd carry around half a dozen pistols to feel safer." He chuckled darkly, "Now. What's your name?"
"Benjamin Karlson sir." I replied and he eyed me up and down; I was fair haired and gangly, but I was full of hidden military trained muscle… although my leg wound still acted up now and again.
"…Mortimer." He said simply. "…You're a Nord?"
"I… was born in Norway. Yes sir. But I was raised in London since I was two years old." I cleared my throat nervously. "Is that a problem sir?"
"Not if you can do the job." He said firmly, "How is your cooking?"
"Military sir. But I am eager to learn."
He nodded, "Learn on the job. The cook quit last week. I imagine the innkeeper might be willing to give you lessons but that will be arranged another time."
I looked around the massive mansion, dozens of ancestral portraits lined the wall and the staircase. As we climbed the stairs the portraits began to contain a young girl and her family, then a beautiful young woman… then a VERY beautiful young woman at the very top of the stairs.
She was everything the rumors said, so… naturally, I stared in awe at the lifesized portrait. Mortimer gestured to the painting. "The Mistress of the Valentine Mansion. Isabella Valentine." He said, "She is… away. At the moment and I don't expect her to return anytime soon."
I just stared at her portrait, hypnotized by her beauty. "So… what will I be doing then?"
"You will assist me in cleaning, dusting, and whatever an old man like myself can think off… but you will stay out of the topmost room. That is the Mistress's private study, and unless I, or the Mistress say otherwise you will stay out of the Mistress's bedroom. His cracked lips twitched, "We have had… issues with male servants in the past…"
"Understood." I said, looking away from the portrait. "And… the position comes with a room?"
"Yes. A servant's quarters on the bottom floor. Its small but livable. I have a room on the second floor there…" he pointed to one of the many rooms adorning the second floor. "You can find me there if I'm not on the grounds." He led me back down the stairs, through the dining room and into a small apartment with a bed, wardrobe, and table.
"Do I get a uniform?" I asked looking around the space.
"Last a week with the mistress, and we'll arrange something." He said flatly, walking to the door, "Get settled and explore, I'll have dinner made and I will deliver it later."
"Uh sir? Are you the only one here?"
"Indeed. Everyone else has left…" he turned to me, "They find the mistress unnatural. But I have served this family all my life… the only unnatural thing about the mistress is her luck in life." And with that, he shut the door behind him. I began to unpack, carefully hanging up my small belongings in the wardrobe, and setting my combat knife on the table. The only thing I took from my military service…
I spent nearly a week with Mortimer tending to the mansion, trimming the hedges, yard work, and a few cooking lessons. Along with introducing myself to some of the other townsfolk, more importantly, the butcher and grocers. They looked at me like I was mad, but at least they spoke to me.
The only real issue I had was cleaning the bath, which was huge: almost a small indoor pool in fact and constantly heated with a furnace in the room below. Apparently, it was a 'Japanese' design. I didn't really get it myself… but it took forever to clean.
I had just finished scrubbing the outside of the tub when Mortimer entered, holding a hunting rifle. "I'm going hunting. I won't be back until the morning. Lock up behind me."
"Yes Sir." I said, and followed him to the door.
The door slammed behind him and I adjourned to the library, filled with dozens of books and tomes from theories of the metaphysical to simply penny store novellas. I was deeply engrossed in a book about 'alchemy' or some such nonsense when it began to rain… the water crashing audibly against the glass as I sat near the window reading by candle light. My leg ached gently, it often did when it rained… the sword wound in my thigh reminding me that if a man has a bullet scar on his chest, don't pick a fight with him.
BOOM BOOM… CRASH BOOM! It began to storm, and thunder cracked far away over the sea and I pitied Mortimer, but I heard we had a hunting cabin so perhaps he was hunkering down there. Then the Boom sound roared again and I realized it was the door. Someone was at the door…
I quickly ran to the main door, hissing as my leg screamed at me, curse it, it often did that when it rained… I quickly opened the door, and a tall hooded woman stood there, her robe cloak soaking in the water of the rain as she stormed inside.
"Who are you?" she said, her voice harsh and raspy. A strong Londoner accent on her very firm, and purple-colored lips. "What are you doing in my home!?" she said, glaring at me with her sky blue eyes and drawing a sword from her robe.
"I-I am a new hire…" I said, immediately recognizing her face. "Mistress Valentine. I'm Ben Karlson, Mortimer hired me."
She pressed the sword underneath my chin, glaring at me thoughtfully as she examined my face. "…A new hire?" she chuckled darkly, "…Well we will see how long that lasts…" she sheathed her sword back into her robe. "Prepare my dinner, Ben? Was it? I want it hot, and quick."
"Yes ma'am." I said, remembering my own hot meal heating in the kitchen, but I could stomach a late dinner to impress my employer.
"And Take my robe to the washroom." She said, immediately removing it and letting it callously drop to the ground… and I stared…
…Did she really travel dressed like that?! I could not help but watch her wonderfully shapely rear walk towards the bathroom. She was wearing barely anything that constituted clothing of a noble, just strips of cloth literally holding her wonderful bodice in place and on the very edge of indecency. Moving over that line and back with each step.
"Stop staring Karlson and get to work." She said suddenly, eying sadistically over her shoulder as I immediately looked away from her posterior. She smiled smugly and entered the bathroom. I quickly dealt with my tasks, hanging up her coat after squeezing out the water and tending to her evening meal. Granted it wasn't fancy but she asked for hot and quick…
As I set her meal in the dining room she entered, wearing only a tight black bathrobe and casually tossing a cleaning cloth away from her hair as she sat at the head of the table eyeing my smoking meal. She carefully sipped, then apparently nodded her approval, leaning forward and practically devouring her meal. Her robe loosened slightly her large, heavy breasts pushing it open as she ate. I coughed slightly, looking away from her soft, bountiful chest and tried as hard as possible to think of ANYTHING else. It wouldn't do to get a stiffy after just meeting her even if she was wandering around like dressed like the king's personal mistress.
"…This is satisfactory Karlson." She replied, cleaning her bowl clean as she looked at me. "…How long have you been here?"
"About a week ma'am." I replied politely.
"…And where has Mortimer gone?"
"He went hunting ma'am. Said he'd be back tomorrow…" the storm suddenly intensified, and she smiled smugly again. I however felt a twinge in my leg, the wound acting up again.
"Indeed." She noted, then eyed my leg. "Is there something wrong with your leg Karlson?"
"An old war wound… Ma'am…" I said, pushing the twinge of pain away. "Acts up in rainy weather."
She eyed the leg again curiously, "So young and already a veteran?" she said coolly. She stood up, "At any rate. Is my bedroom ready?"
"Yes Ma'am." I replied, although I've never been in there myself.
"Excellent… it has been a long journey and I require rest." Standing up and heading out of the dining room. "Goodnight Karlson. Please clean up."
"Of course, ma'am." I said, bowing as the door shut behind her.
Except for a late meal. That went better than I thought. She wasn't a typical London noblewoman that was for sure… she displayed far too much… skin. I shook away her odd purple outfit from my thoughts. I should make something quick, bathe and then go to bed. I'll have to make a good impression again tomorrow. A slice of bread and cheese later I walked into the bathroom I paused slightly. Her, and I hesitate to call it an 'outfit', was tossed nearby on the towel rack, and her sword was placed almost reverently against the wall. I didn't quite know where to put the sword, I'll ask the mistress tomorrow.
Still, it was a fine weapon. Nothing like what we were issued in the military. I sunk into the hot bath, my old wound instantly sighing in relief as I rested at the edge of the tub. I lost track of time, however I realized my relaxation was over the instant the door opened.
Lady Valentine, dressed now in a very tight-fitting purple nightdress entered and looked at her sword, but then realized I was in the bath. She rolled her eyes looking politely away, "Honestly lock the door Karlson. I would've given you-OH MY GOD." She suddenly stared as she looked at my leg, for a moment I thought she was referring to the massive grossly horrific scar on my thigh.
Then I realized she was staring at my manhood, her eyes wide in legitimate surprise as I immediately covered myself. Admittedly I was larger than most of the men in my unit, but I never thought I was anything special.
"My God Karlson, are you part horse?!" she asked amazed, turning immediately to her sword and walking out rather stiffly. "L-lock the door next time!"
"Y-yes ma'am…" I said nervously, sinking back down into the tub.
…That was where it all started…
The storm didn't let up the next day, in fact, it got worse. Mortimer would have to stay at the hunting cabin it was such dangerous weather. But Lady Valentine was easy, if not discouraging company… I would catch her watching me when she thought I wasn't looking. Making sure that when I bathed that she was far away, and would often spend time in her private study in the highest room.
It was the third day of the storm, and I was reading in my room when I heard a loud crash. I dashed out of the room, grabbing my knife as the sounds increased. Then the screams and cries of pain came from the highest room. I dashed up the stairs, "Lady Valentine!?" I shouted, but just as I reached the foot of the stairs the door broke, and a blackhaired woman flipped backward down the stairs in a… skin-tight red suit? How did she even get in that?... how did she get out?...
Still despite her beauty, she drew a pair of eastern daggers and glared at me as I drew my knife… but then what looked like a whip of blades shot from the room. And out came the mistress holding the strange and reality-defying weapon as it bite and struck like a viper trying to hit the woman.
"Taki! Leave my home!" she yelled angrily, "You will find none here!" she added. The woman, Taki, deflected the chain sword with her knives and dashed past me with an otherworldly speed. I was so surprised I didn't even try to dodge the mistress' weapon. It tore at my other leg, slashing a fresh wound through my pants as I snarled through the pain.
"Damn it!" she hissed, giving me a quick glance of concern as Taki dashed for the door, "Do not come back!" she roared at the woman as she escaped. "…Curse that woman…" she spat, before turning back to me as I tried to stem the bleed. She snarled angrily to herself, then lifted me up. "Come." She said, carrying me to her study.
The study was filled with glass vials and jars stuffed with all sorts of powders and metals, dried plants and other things that I simply didn't recognize. She sat me down and began to look through the jars, finding one that had a soft blue liquid. "This will sting. Take off your pants we need to clean the wound." I did as commanded and she paused slightly catching me in my underclothes. Shaking it off she undid the bottle and poured some of the liquid on my thigh.
I hissed softly as it burned, but strangely the pain seemed to vanish as the bleeding stopped. She carefully wrapped the wound with gauze around my thigh, absently staring at my… crotch. Did it really bother her that much?
"Ma'am… who was that?" I asked, but she rolled her eyes.
"An acquaintance who thought I possessed something I didn't… that's all you need to know." She replied as my eyes lingered on her breasts, she was wearing that odd outfit again and I could not help myself. I felt a twinge in my crotch… she NOTICED. And smirked rather smugly. She lifted the combat knife looking at it.
"It was rather brave of you to try and aid me… but she would have eviscerated you. I assure you I can handle myself"
I sighed as the pain in my leg ceased. "Thank you, Ma'am…" I replied as she stood up, I gazed up at her beautiful features as she smiled down at me. "I'll get out of your way now…" I replied, grabbing my pants and limping for the door.
"I am no doctor Karlson, but I would recommend you take a long hot bath tonight." She noted, and I left her in her lab/study. But not before noticing her drink an odd purple potion in a small glass tube.
Later in the evening, I did… and I'd never forget it.
I slunk into the bath, groaning slightly as the hot water soothed my legs… I hope it wouldn't scar. I let the water soak my skin, closing my eyes… then I heard the water shift, and my eyes opened just in time to see Lady Valentine next to me, naked as I was, and her long slender fingers wrapping tightly around my girth.
I jumped, reflexively hardening at the touch of a woman, especially a beautiful woman like her. She smiled knowingly at me as she stroked my length beneath the water. "Don't… move." She said firmly, continuing to stroke my hardening length as I pierced the water with my tip. "God you're hung like a horse!" she laughed…
"Ma'am this is extremely forward!" I hissed, but she laughed.
"Yes I imagine. Now hush." She said, watching her hand work my length. "I'm experimenting…" then she pressed her lips to mine, her tongue piercing into my mouth as it explored the insides. Moaning softly as she kissed me, pressing her large heavy breasts against my chest. I could not resist, my hand reached up and squeezed her soft chest. She chuckled warmly as they shook in my hands, her hand still stroking me hard.
"Can you use this monster?" she asked eagerly, "How many women have you broken with this?"
"Not many ma'am…" I said, throbbing in her soft hands, pinching her nipples softly as she moaned.
"…Mortimer picked a good one…" she grinned and stood up, her body on display for me as my erection stood at attention. Aimed up between her firm, muscular legs as she lowered herself down. My manhood throbbed as it kissed the entrance of her womanhood. Her insides stretched around my length as she continued down, the water splashing as she took the entirety of my length inside her.
"Yes…" she cooed, leaning back as I adjusted her insides. My hands immediately going back to her breasts, pulling them towards me as I wrapped my arms instinctively around her. Up and down she slowly began, the water splashing around us as I buried my face between her breasts, licking, sucking, kissing the wonderous orbs of flesh as she began to pant louder, moan harder. And slammed against my hips as my erection probed the deepest parts of her body.
My hands went to her buttocks, squeezing her tightly to me as I thrust up into her. Losing myself completely in her seductive body as she continued to ride me like I was her horse. Then the most amazing thing happened, she screamed.
"Oh God!" she roared, her voice echoing around the bathing chamber as she continued to scream, her insides tightening around my shaft until she was airtight. Amazingly she sped up, her body roaring with primal energy as water surged everywhere. She bounced her heavy breasts against my face as I roared my own imminent release, and not denying my instincts, holding her tightly to me as I released.
"You're a filthy servant…" she scolded, coming down for her orgasm as she breathed heavily, I suckled and cooed at her breasts like a babe as she stroked my wet hair, "Releasing inside your mistress." I took her nipple into my mouth, suckling hard as she laughed, "Are you a child?" she scolded, "Suckling my breasts like a ba- GASP!" she sucked in air as my erection returned inside her. "You… you're ready again." She stared at me amazed, "Very impressive Karlson…"
"Mistress…" I said softly, switching nipples and looking at her hopefully, "…May I… may we do that again?"
"…Carry me to my room Karlson…" she said smugly, "…I'll wear you out…"
Naked and cold she took me by the hand and we went to her room, larger than any other room in the house with a bed that was too big for four people let alone too. She guided me back to her body, and we fell onto the bed. Me on top of her as I continued to suckle her breasts.
"There is no milk for you child." She cooed, "Are they so fascinating?"
"No one compares to you mistress." I praised reverently. "They are beautiful and perfect, I cannot help myself…" I kissed and worshiped her breasts, I don't think I'll ever have enough. My erection rubbed against her soft velvety skin, eager to pierce, penetrate, and return to her embrace. Perhaps it was my youth and her experience, but she was like a drug. I finally released them, they flopped on her chest, hanging firmly off her body like ripe melons… perfect melons... for a 'fifty-something-old' she could give the village girls a run for their money.
My erection twitched as I climbed her body, having an idea as I took her breasts and pressed them firmly around my length. They just barely engulfed my manhood, the head of my penis prodding softly against her chin as she lifted her arms above her head and watched me. "And what are you planning servant?" she said knowingly as I slowly pulled back and pushed forward, rubbing myself between her perfectly shaped breasts. She began to pant and moan as I pinched her erect nipples, watching my face for a moment before lowering her gaze to my prodding cock, the head gently brushing her lips like a battering ram to the castle walls, demanding entry…
"Using your Mistress' breasts like a common dock whore?" she said scolding, glaring at me with a humored grin, "How greedy of you…" but I didn't care, she felt so good. So amazing, her orbs felt perfect around my length as it throbbed between them.
"Mistress!" I shouted suddenly, no longer able to hold it and continuing my thrusting, "I'm… I'm cumming!"
"Do not release on me!" she ordered, angrily shoving me off with surprising strength as I crashed to the carpeted floor, my erection throbbing impatiently as she quickly straddled me again. Pinning me down as she moved. "You will not make a mess of my bed!" she growled, suddenly gasping as she felt me throb inside her, I grabbed her hips and pulled, holding her firmly to my waist as I released inside her again…
"Mistress…" I praised, filling her insides as she held still on me, letting her body react to her own pleasure before I sat up and wrapped around her again, suckling her nipples once more.
"…Child." She spat coldly, letting me caress her breasts with my tongue. My hands stroked her backside again as I held her close. "That should be enough…" she said firmly, removing herself from me coldly as she dripped my essence down her legs. "Now get dressed and…" she stared as my erection slowly returned as I viewed her body in full. "…No…" she said in disbelief, watching my erection amazed as I stood up and turned her towards the bed. "You're an animal…" she breathed with some reverence.
I shoved her onto the bed, crawling behind her as she got on all fours, looking at me over her shoulder as I aimed my manhood once more at her wonderful embrace. I shoved it deep inside her, she gasped at my return and moaned as I began at a constant rapid pace once more. Her soft, pillow backside bounced at each rhythmic thrust. I felt her twinge, then she trembled as she tightened around me… then a scream as she climaxed and fell onto the bed. Her arms and legs gave out. I fell on top of her, speeding up as she shrieked in pleasure. I grabbed her hands and held them tightly in my own as I licked her face, kissing it as she screamed incoherently, making her ride her climax harder and longer as I buried myself into her again and again, slapping our flesh together as I pinned her to the bed with my cock.
For one brief, glorious moment I was the master, and she was the servant. Then my cock reminded me of my job, and my duty… holding back I dove forward, she shrieked again as she came once more, thrashing beneath me as her body tore through the pleasure.
"I'm cumming my lady…" I grunted and groaned like an animal in the middle of a rut, "I'm cumming! Please accept it again! Accept my seed!" I completely collapsed onto her, wrapping tightly around her as I thrust deep and released… holding her sexy body tight to me as I kissed her again, her hair now wet with sweet rather than water as our skin glistened with effort…
She had been pleasured to incoherence… and honestly, I couldn't move anymore… I completely relaxed upon her, her body as soft as a cloud but as firm as steel. I wanted to bury my face in her breasts again, they were so amazing. God's gift to London as far as I was concerned…
If anything could convince me to stay as her servant? It was that night…
In the morning, however, I was rudely awakened by her. Treating me as if she hadn't just spent an evening being pleasured by the lower class she demanded breakfast and that I do the laundry. Apparently, our evening together had made a mess of her sheets… and just like that I was the servant once more and she the mistress.
She did not speak of that night again, and she acted and treated me the same as she treated Mortimer. Honestly, I could never understand why she couldn't keep any servants here. And I really didn't care… she has treated me with kindness, care, and had given me a remarkable evening… the best I could hope for by working hard enough was a hope that we could do it again…
…And I noticed that she has been spying on me in the bath more often lately… with a familiar, dangerous grin on her face.
End of Chapter.
Personally, I was a Siegfried main but Ivy will always have a special place in my fantasies Right next to Taki, and the inevitable threesome
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