The Same Day

  Tulian Capital

  Vesta Home

  Lady Aurora Vesta fixed the Champion of Amarat with an even expression, trying to determine if she was serious. The Champion stared back at her, unblinking, as unruffled as always.

  Vesta sighed.

  "Must you really?"

  "The Guilds aren't what I wanted them to be. There's no point to investing in a failing product, is there?"

  "They are not anywhere near failing, Sara. They are flourishing at an unprecedented rate, in no small part thanks to the capability for self-organization that you now wish to rob them of." Silently, Vesta once more scolded her younger self. To think that allowing the peasants to manage themselves would be so beneficial to the bottom line... she could have saved herself so much effort, all for a better product.

  No point dwelling on the past, Vesta scolded herself. Just focus on the now.

  "They're supposed to be organized for the worker's benefit," Sara said. "Not for profit."

  "Profit, you may note, is incredibly beneficial to workers."

  "Not when it gets snapped up by middlemen who had nothing to do with generating it."

  Vesta sighed once more, though for a different reason than she had before. Oddry was growing impatient with Vesta's stalwart composure, and was pushing her tongue deeper between her lower lips. Vesta reached down, giving the woman beneath her dress an affectionate pat. Across from Vesta, never one to be outdone, Evie shoved Sara's cock further down her throat, seeking the same reaction from her Master that Oddry had gotten from Vesta.

  Vesta heard the sve gag just the slightest amount on Sara's cock, which was currently as rge as she had ever seen it. Evie's tastes seemed to be running progressively more extreme, provoking her Master into growing a cock nearly a foot long, as thick as a forearm. By the glistening slick that Vesta could see between the sve's legs, she was enjoying her choking session. Evie was entirely naked, her pretty little ass backed up to press into Oddry's, the two women on hands and knees as they attended their respective women.

  "You have knowledge I do not, Sara," Vesta conciliated, "And so I will take your word that the Guild's current structure will eventually grow untenable. But must you undergo this process so soon? We are mere weeks away from war."

  "Well I'm certainly not going to do it during the war."

  "After, Sara, after. Why is after not an option?"

  "Lots of reasons. First, because- oh-" Sara was briefly distracted as Evie managed to drive her mouth to the base of her cock for the first time, nose pressing into the Champion's pelvis. Sara licked her lips, relishing the sensation, then continued. "Because half the Guilds will be full of heroes by the time the war's over. With the material contributions they're already making, I'll have a hell of a time convincing people to shake things up right after the current way of doing things won us a war."

  Vesta watched Evie's face redden, too long spent without air. The feline reluctantly pulled her face away from Sara's cock, just far enough to clear her airway, but not pulling the cock fully out of her mouth. Vesta heard Evie pant heavily through her nose for a few seconds, catching her breath as best she could while still licking her Master's cock, and then she dove back down. Vesta nearly growled at the sight, but didn't want to interrupt Sara, so she shoved Oddry deeper between her legs, grinding her pussy demandingly against the maid's face.

  "Second, because we'll be transitioning straight to ironing out the government after the war, and I don't want too much on our pte. Wrangling politicians and businesses at the same time is a recipe for disaster. They'll probably end up colluding, which is about the worst-case scenario."

  Oddry caught Vesta's 'subtle' hint, spreading her tongue ft and running it up and down her slit. Vesta felt two fingers press against her entrance just as her maid began circling her clit with the tip of her tongue, and she ground her hips forward, impatient. Vesta felt Oddry's chuckle vibrating against her. She didn't much care what the woman found amusing, so long as she started using those slender fingers of hers.

  "Fourth," Sara was saying, Vesta having missed some of her expnation, "I'm the goddamn Champion of Amarat. I didn't get given godly powers to compromise. I'm here to do whatever I damn well think is best, and there's not a person in Tulian that can stop me."

  "That's- mmm- a fair point," Vesta agreed, tightening her thighs around Oddry's head, "but I still am compelled to recommend against it. Even if you succeed, it will have been a risk I feel is unnecessary."

  "Your advice is appreciated, but anticipated. I've already made up my mind."

  Gods, Vesta wondered as she watched Evie bob her head on Sara's cock, how can the woman keep her voice so steady? It's all I can do to not melt to pieces under Oddry, and I know for a fact that her cock is more sensitive than anything on my body.

  "Th-then, the, ah, Guilds will be dissolved when? What will repce them?"

  "Unions. Not gonna pussy-foot around the term anymore." Sara kicked her legs up, wrapping them around Evie's head so her ankles ended up crossed atop the small of the woman's back. Vesta watched with failing lucidity as Evie's tail curled possessively around the Champion's thigh, stroking it slowly. "And I don't think it'll be too bad a hit to- to- to the, uh... huh..."

  Finally! Vesta thought, watching Sara's expression gze. If she'd had to maintain appearances for another moment to keep up with the woman, she'd have gone mad. Vesta greedily bent forward and knit her fingers through Oddry's curly blonde hair, shoving the maid into her pussy.

  Vesta's gasp was mirrored by a groan from Sara, who was responding to Evie's increasing fervor. Even as Oddry began pounding her fingers into Vesta's core faster and faster, she watched the Champion writhe. Evie was throwing her entire body into servicing her Master, the muscles beneath her soft skin rippling as she used her arms and legs as much as her neck to suck Sara's cock.

  She really had no other choice, Vesta reflected. Sara's cock was massive enough that no one other than an Irregur could have managed what Evie was doing, and Vesta still found it impressive. The feline's throat visibly bulged as she swallowed her Master's cock, pumping up and down as Evie threw her entire body forward and back to drive the massive thing as deep as possible. Each time she did so, her ass smacked into Oddry's, the two women's doggy positions exposing their dripping sex to the other. Vesta felt it every time Evie incidentally applied pressure to Oddry's sensitive pussy, the maid's rhythm stutter-stepping as she moaned into Vesta's cunt. Gods, she loved how easy to please that girl was.

  Vesta's eyes fluttered as Oddry continued to increase the pace, but she didn't let them close all the way. The sight before her was too good. Sara, fully dressed, save for her trousers pulled down around her ankles, had her head thrown over the back of her chair with pleasure. Evie, naked except for her sve colr, was so dutifully pleasuring her owner, and of course there was Oddry, simirly bared, tending to Vesta's needs beneath her bunched dress.

  As she watched Evie shake and shiver around her Master's cock, she was astounded that the sve even had the ability to stay on her hands and knees. The sve was feeling every st bit of pleasure she rendered unto her owner, who was melting under the assault, and that wasn't even accounting for the thick cock choking off the sve's air. In Vesta's estimations, there were few pleasures greater than tasting Sara's cock. Every time she'd had Sara in her mouth, Vesta's legs had promptly given out, any thought beyond getting the woman's cum down her throat utterly erased. That Evie could still keep herself on hands and knees was truly, truly remarkable.

  Perhaps she had spoken too soon, however. Evie's thighs began to quiver in delight as she bobbed her head up and down her Master's cock, threatening to take her to the ground. Vesta gripped Oddry harder as she watched, whispering to herself.

  "Come on, you fucking whore... take it, take it..."

  Both women servicing their Mistresses seemed to interpret that as directed at them, and Evie threw herself forward with somehow greater intensity, while Vesta was finally unable to suppress her moans as Oddry added a third finger, stretching her wide.

  Gods, but the fucking maid knew her body well. Oddry pumped at just the right speed, the right angle, slender fingers taking Vesta apart from the inside out, while her tongue never left her clit, always alternating between teasing flicks, gentle kisses, and torturous sucking.

  Vesta was so, so close, but she wouldn't let herself get there, because she knew she'd never be able to keep her eyes open, and she needed to see Sara come apart. The Champion had finally begun to thrust into Evie's mouth, using her cat ears for handles in just the right way to have a high pitched and muffled mewling fill the room. The sve began to shake, a nearly spastic ecstasy taking her first from the hips, then rolling through her body, to the tips of her toes and the end of her tail. Vesta moaned as she watched Evie come apart, crying out through the cock filling her throat. The sve finally colpsed, energy spent, but Sara didn't– couldn't– stop.

  Her grip shifted to the sides of Evie's head, pulling her entire body forward, smming her mouth down on her cock. Vesta watched in amazement as the sve, utterly spent, managed to smile around the massive cock in her mouth, empty eyes staring up at her owner as her entire body was thrown forward and back. The sve just kept taking it, writhing in pce, and when Vesta realized the powerless wriggling wasn't just the aftershocks of orgasm, but Evie warring against her exhaustion, trying to force her trembling limbs to obey so she could service her owner, Vesta nearly lost it then and there.

  "Oh my- fucking gods, woman, just- just come already!" Vesta groaned deliriously. Oddry was working Vesta's body in every way she knew how, and Vesta felt her peak rising, inescapable, but for once she didn't want to reach it, not before Sara. Please, Amarat, not before Sara, she prayed, I need to see your Champion cum, please.

  Whether it was Amarat or Sara answering her pleading, Vesta didn't know, but when she saw Sara suddenly tighten up, curling forward, she was filled with a sense of profound gratefulness. Evie's mouth was dragged brutally down to Sara's base, her hips audibly smacking into her sve's face. Evie began purring– purring! – as Sara finally came, her cock so massive that Vesta could see the bulge in Evie's throat spasming.

  Vesta finally let go, giving up on any pretense of hesitation. She smmed her cunt into Oddry's face, dragging it up and down her maid's mouth, chin, nose, riding the woman like a toy.

  And all the while, she watched Sara. The Champion's mouth fell open in a surprisingly girlish dispy of bliss, jaw working as she moaned into the open air. Her cock jumped in Evie's throat, pumping load after load of cum into her stomach, and with every pulse Sara gasped, meaningless sylbles suffusing the air.

  Vesta came with her own cry, burying Oddry's fingers as deeply as she could get them into her cunt. The maid, that fucking lovely maid, ignored the way her face was being mounted, ignored any need for things like oxygen or sight, focusing everything she had on keeping Vesta's bucking hips pinned on the chair, all so she could keep hitting the right spots. She stroked the inside of Vesta's pussy all the way through her orgasm, drawing it out until Vesta was spyed bonelessly in her chair, moaning Oddry's name.

  Eventually, an eternity ter, the waves of pleasure stopped shooting out from Vesta's core. She used the st of her strength to peel Oddry off her, taking a look at her maid.

  The woman's makeup was an utter wreck, smeared across her face by Vesta's vicious humping, a running mess mixed with Vesta's slick arousal. She smiled up at Vesta anyway, expression brightened by pride, darkened by lust.

  "Did I do well, ma'am?" She panted, still catching her breath.

  "Don't ask questions you already know the fucking answer to," Vesta breathed, slumping back into her chair and covering her eyes. She just... couldn't stand the sight of Oddry right now. Not when the beauty was looking at her like that. She'd never kept a maid in her bed this long, and she was starting to wonder if that had truly been for their good, as she'd always cimed. Sometimes, in moments like these, Oddry stirred thoughts in Vesta that left her more vulnerable than she preferred.

  Vesta was torn from her dangerous thoughts by the sound of wet flesh sliding out of a throat. She lifted her hand from her face, watching Sara pull her cock out of Evie's limp throat. It was almost comical, watching that beast emerge from the far more petite woman's mouth, but any humor was dampened by the glean of spit and cum intermixed. Evie dropped face-first into the floor the moment Sara let go of her, utterly spent.

  "Mmm..." Evie murmured, speaking through a mouthful of rug, "You know, a few minutes ago, I was hungry. Now I seem to have found myself all filled up."

  Vesta raised an eyebrow. "That much, was it?"

  "Mm-hmm..." Evie confirmed, mustering the energy to roll onto her back. She rubbed her stomach contentedly, as if fresh from a feast. "Really, Vesta, with how much you enjoy Master's cock, you ought to try it sometime. The rger she is, the better the reward."

  Vesta eyed the beast between Sara's legs with considerable doubt. "I'm rather sure that I couldn't imitate half of what you just did, Evie. Though..." Vesta gnced Evie, whose stomach was raised a few extra inches. "It was really that much?"

  "I don't think I could swallow another drop, Vesta, and I mean it. So wonderful, and so, so filling. The nectar of the gods, driven into me."

  "Hum. Oddry? Make a note. I'd like you to go see that leathermaker we used for the carriage seats. Get yourself fitted for a harness, then find a few toys of incremental sizes, so you can fuck my throat with them. I'm not as sturdy as Evie here. I'll need to practice before I can conquer that mountain."

  "Y-y-yes, ma'am," Oddry muttered back. Vesta gnced down.

  "Ah. I see that you still need tending to."

  Oddry was sitting on her hand between Vesta's legs, staring up at her like a lost puppy as she swirled her fingers around her clit. She was breathing hard, face red beneath her ruined makeup. Despite her pin desperation, she shook her head forcefully.

  "No ma'am! N-no, that is... I will do as you ask, always. Have no thought for me, please, Mistress?"

  As if summoned by the sound of a horny woman in need, Sara finally sat forward, blinking her way back to consciousness. She looked from Oddry to Evie, then at Vesta, chuckling.

  "I don't think our discussion was done, Vesta, but the poor things do look distracted, don't they? Should we let them py while we keep talking?"

  "I wouldn't mind," Vesta said, feigning apathy. "Pets can be awfully needy, but they're so cute they're worth it, aren't they?"

  "At least when it comes to our pets, at the very least," Sara agreed. "Evie, take care of Oddry."

  The feline's colr fshed as Oddry chirped in surprise, frowning like a scolded child.

  "I-I am not needy! I will please you, Mistress, as long as you desire, without compl– ah!"

  Whatever she was going to say next was lost in a high-pitched yelp, Evie's strength returning just long enough to snag Oddry's ankles and drag her out from between Vesta's legs. The feline spun the maid around, so they were facing one another. Oddry tried to protest once again, but Evie silenced her by capturing her lips in a gentle kiss. Oddry's shoulders tensed up, bunching around her ears, but Evie wrapped her arms loosely around the woman's neck, coaxing them back down. Sara and Vesta watched this opening exchange for a little while, their two pets nibbling and sucking at one another's lips, then refocused on the discussion that had been briefly abandoned.

  "If you wish to disassemble the Guilds, you must remember that you will be making enemies in doing so," Vesta said, tearing her eyes away from the sight. "I would ask that you take special care not to irritate those that you most closely rely upon, or have access to dangerous secrets."

  "The chemists, you mean," Sara said. "The ones who can screw everything up with one secret letter."

  "Precisely. If their trade secrets are such that you refuse to divulge them to even me, I can't imagine you'd want to risk their ire."

  "It's not that I don't trust you, Vesta, it's just about minimizing risk. If you get captured, for example, they could force it out of you, and we'd all be screwed."

  "I have no ill will for you withholding secrets from me, Sara. So long as my ignorance doesn't affect my ability to do my job, that is. It is your prerogative, as you understand the dangers you speak of better than anyone but the gods."

  Sara rolled her eyes. "A dramatic way to phrase it, but you're not wrong, I guess. If we have to bust out the big toys during the war, though, I promise you'll be among the first to get the full scoop."

  Vesta nodded appreciatively, her next talking point briefly stalled as she caught sight of Evie and Oddry once more. It was odd, how a sve's orders manifested, when they were given vague instruction. Sara had told Evie to "take care of Oddry," which in the current context, Vesta would personally have interpreted as sexually gratifying her. Evie's interpretation had an element of that, but she was clearly taking a more holistic approach.

  Vesta watched curiously as Evie continued to gently tend to Oddry, peppering her lips and cheeks with butterfly kisses. The knuckles of her right hand were massaging out the cramps that had likely developed while Oddry had been eating out Vesta at such an awkward angle, while her other hand rubbed and teased at Oddry's breasts. It was a gentle, lover's embrace, rather than the brutal race to orgasm Vesta had expected of the command.

  "These 'chemists,' then," Vesta said, "they are behaving well? I know you refused to magically bind them to secrecy, which I still remain convinced was a grievous mistake, if their work is as dangerous as you cim."

  "They've been working perfectly, as a matter of fact. There's very few of the actual chemists, now that we've finished the early construction. Securing the raw materials was easy, except for the niter, but now that we've got several bat caves dammed up from the rain, we're able to get it in the volume we need."

  "I wasn't asking how the production itself faired, Sara. I was asking how loyal those working the project are."

  "As loyal as you can expect," Sara shrugged. "They hate nobility as much as anybody else, and they're damn excited to be working on the project. Not like I can expect them to have Evie's level of dedication, y'know."

  "Mm," Vesta hummed, looking down at the aforementioned woman. She had slowly pushed Oddry onto her back, dragging over a pillow for the maid to rest her head on, all without breaking their kiss. As Vesta watched, Evie finally pulled her mouth away, drawing a trail of kisses from chin to chest. "If you could have even a handful of individuals with her loyalty, this war would be a foregone conclusion."

  "Yeah, but if they were all as horny as Evie, I'd end up dead of exhaustion before the week was out. I'm perfectly content with her and Hurlish, as is."

  "With a few dalliances on the side, of course," Vesta pointed out.

  "Of course."

  Evie completed her journey down Oddry's body, a line of bruises blooming in her wake. Oddry shivered as she felt Evie nuzzle into the inside of her thigh, biting a knuckle to hold back her whimpers. She clearly didn't want to distract from the conversation, a difficult prospect when faced with Evie's skillful tongue. To help her out, Vesta reached down to pull off her shoes and socks, baring her feet. Footpy did very little for Vesta, but Oddry loved it, and she'd always considered herself a generous employer. Vesta extended her leg, shifting in her chair so she could rest her heel on Oddry's shoulder. The maid eagerly leapt to taking a toe into her mouth, suckling with relish. It was ticklish, but Vesta had done this enough for the woman that she could ignore the sensation.

  "Do you have any contingencies for if the information you've provided them is disseminated? From what little you've allowed me to know, it seems that our enemies acquiring the weapons would find us obliterated before we have a chance to respond."

  "As a matter of fact, I've got plenty of backup pns," Sara replied. "First and foremost, what I've told them is limited. Everyone involved in the project only has a piece of the puzzle. The chemists have access to the most dangerous material, but they don't really know what for, while the smiths are making their parts under the guise of infrastructure projects. It'll only become a weapon once I throw everything together, and right now Hurlish, Evie, and I are the only ones who know how to do it."

  Vesta felt Oddry's teeth scraping along her foot, jaw involuntarily clenching as Evie brushed her sopping wet sex for the first time.

  "The second part of the pn is even easier," Sara said, ignoring the dispy before her. "What we're building now is the first generation. These weapons, they've been improved over hundreds of years in my world. Even the first generation is incredibly dangerous, enough to make a difference in the war, but the ter versions are way, way more powerful. If the Royal Army got its hands on the version we're building now, I'll just kick our goods up a notch, and we'll maintain the retive advantage. At the same time, I'll start readying the third version, which I'll roll out the moment they manage to copy V2. From my experiments with Hurlish, we could repeat that process four, maybe five times, all with the infrastructure we already have. Magic and Irregur Skills really make up for a lot of the deficiencies in manufacturing tech, thankfully."

  Vesta shook her head incredulously. "Why you refuse to simply begin the process now, I can't imagine. This war is existential for the people of Tulian, Sara. They have been branded rebels and traitors both, and should the war be lost, their fate will be grim."

  "Because, Vesta," Sara said, expression firming, "the things I would be unleashing simply shouldn't exist in this world. They're monstrosities, evil incarnate. They were incrementally improved throughout half a millennia in my world, and our cultures had time to adapt, to slowly come to grips with the potential devastation they can unleash. This feudal shithole, though?"

  Sara scoffed. "They don't have an idea how bad it can get. Every dickshit noble with a fancy new toy for his troops will think he's invincible, and the wars they start will annihite everything they touch. On Earth, the more powerful the weapons got, the less common wars became, just due to the cost in lives and material. That lesson might be learned here, eventually, but an ocean of blood will be spilled before it sinks in. So no, if I can help it, I'm not going to use the weapons."

  Vesta bit her lip, feeling a bit like a child being disciplined. Only Sara had ever managed to ever make her feel so... ignorant. When the Champion truly delved into the talents gifted her by Amarat, it was if her conviction was a physical force, propelled by words to drive into Vesta's mind. It wasn't as if she were magically meddling with her consciousness; Vesta had made certain of that, back when she'd still had access to Hagos's mages. It was rather that Sara was singurly talented at speaking, plucking from the aether the exact sentence required to convince her target of her absolute certainty. Genuine faith in one's arguments, once recognized as such, was nearly impossible to resist. So long as the premise was not wholly repelnt to one's personal values, it was only a matter of time before the Champion worked you around to her side. Vesta couldn't fathom a being capable of maintaining their composure under such scrutiny.

  Except, perhaps for the woman ying between them. Evie was pressing tender kisses to Oddry's slit, stirring the maid into a quivering mess. Ironically, Vesta realized, Sara's sve was the only creature she had witnessed persisting in her disagreement with the woman; everyone else either caved, or fled the conversation.

  And now she's ying at my feet, doing her utmost to bring my maid-consort to orgasm. What was the phrase that Sara is so fond of, again? Tonal whipsh?

  Vesta likely would have spent a bit longer exploring that fairly philosophical avenue of thought, if not for the fact that she was still technically in an official meeting with the leader of her nation. Best not to ignore Sara. At least she had the rather believable excuse of Evie and Oddry's entanglement distracting her.

  "Will they be ready if you do find them necessary, Sara?" Vesta finally asked. Sara chuckled at her extended pause, which Vesta ignored. "There's little point in a weapon you cannot use in time to make a difference."

  "That is a concern, I'll admit. I've been meaning to evaluate the various projects personally, but it's kept slipping down my priority list. Hard to put the backup pn first, y'know?"

  Beneath them, Evie pulled away from Oddry's pussy to look up at her owner.

  "Why not send Hurlish and I, Master? Together, we ought have the appropriate knowledge to evaluate their progress."

  Evie did not wait for a response before returning her tongue to Oddry's pleasure; the colr would not allow any longer a break.

  "I guess that could work..." Sara said, though she sounded uncertain. "Hurlish helped me with the metalworking designs, and I've chatted about guns enough with you for you to get the basic principles, so maybe... Would you be okay with leaving me alone for however long it takes?"

  Evie did not answer. She couldn't, not when she had been commanded to see to Oddry's needs. The sve had used up all the dalliance offered to her.

  "Oh, yeah, I forgot," Sara said, watching her sve with a fond smile. "Maybe we should pick up that thread in a bit."

  Evie's only response was a twitching of the ears atop her head and a flicking of her tail, while her tongue remained firmly occupied. Vesta watched as Evie began to lick and suckle at Oddry's clit, giving her proper stimution for the first time. Oddry wasn't often one for penetrating fingers, tongues and Sara's heavenly cock excluded, and Evie knew it. She took a masterful touch to pleasuring the maid, nearly as skilled as her Master. Vesta felt Oddry groan into her foot, the vibration rather ticklish.

  "Perhaps we should wait until the pets, er-" Vesta floundered briefly, unused to this particur sort of py's terminology, "-stop being pets, I suppose? Their better selves might have an opinion worth offering."

  "Their lesser selves, you mean," Sara said, gently correcting Vesta's mild viotion of the rolepy. "The useless little things they are when they're doing something other than putting themselves on dispy for us. Such a delusion, isn't it? They're just toys."

  At the diminutive insult, Evie groaned. If there existed a limit to how far that feline wished to be degraded, Vesta hadn't caught sight of it.

  "Their lesser selves, yes," Vesta quickly agreed. She turned her foot, pulling her toes out of Oddry's mouth. Pinned down by Evie, the maid could only stretch her neck to chase it, whining in disappointment when Vesta lifted her leg further away. "Do you know your pce, girl?" Vesta asked. Oddry was nearly too far gone to form words, but she nodded frantically.

  "Mmmneath you, Mistress? Under you? Y-y-yours?"

  "That's right. Very good." Vesta brought her leg back down, but not as far. Oddry could only p at the sole of her foot like a dog, and Vesta saw in the woman's eyes how profoundly grateful she was for the opportunity.

  Vesta had never had a thing for feet. But when Oddry was lying beneath her, makeup ruined and smeared after Vesta had ruthlessly fucked her face, stretching her tongue as far as possible just to taste Vesta's skin... Well, she had to admit the sight was doing something to her. Maybe.

  She'd have to dissect it ter.

  For now, she contented herself with watching her maid in brief gnces. The conversation with Sara meandered to other topics, those that required less input from their pets, and the two women squirmed beneath them in the interim.

  As time passed, Vesta began to question if the slow pace Evie had set was really borne of tenderness, as she'd first assumed. Minute by minute ticked by without Oddry being allowed to reach her climax, far longer than Vesta had ever managed to hold off. Who could bme her, though? The woman's face when she fell apart beneath Vesta's fingers was too wonderful to pass up.

  Evie, clearly, had other priorities. Oddry was picked apart under the sve's attention, her expression– when she wasn't vishing Vesta's feet with her tongue– ranging from teary smiles, to lip-biting bliss, to desperate panting. Evie seemed determined to work Oddry through the full range of emotions she was capable of pulling from the maid, even if the time it took might become torturous.

  Or, Vesta ter decided, perhaps not. Oddry, always the worrywart, had unraveled by degrees, the tension slipping from her muscles. After nearly twenty minutes of Evie's lips racing up and down her skin, the woman y in a boneless heap, eyes lightly closed as she breathed deeply into the open air. It was a state Vesta rarely saw the woman in, so profoundly disconnected from her concerns. That Evie was capable of bringing Oddry to that space, and not Vesta, stirred a bit of jealousy in her.

  So what was the trick, Vesta wondered? To give herself the time to contempte it, she asked Sara some inane question about one of the musicians from her old world she'd uded, setting her off on one of her impassioned tangents. With her guest thus quite happily occupying herself, Vesta observed Evie's technique.

  It was skillful, that much was certain. Vesta knew that firsthand. But as skilled as Evie was, Vesta knew Oddry's body better. Evie pressed gentle kisses to her slit while licking slowly up and down, just as she preferred, then returned to pping at her clit, but she didn't take fistfuls of Oddry's ass while she did so, clutching the flesh like her life depended on it. Nor did she do innumerable of the little tricks Vesta had found effective for sating her maid's lust, in fact.

  No, Vesta eventually realized, the trick wasn't in the physicality of the act. She caught it only once, when Oddry's tension started to return to her legs. Evie simply scraped a cw along the woman's thigh, then reached up to her chin, turning her head towards Sara. Oddry's eyes fluttered open, watching the Champion talk over her, utterly absorbed in her speech. Evie then turned Oddry's head to the right, towards Vesta, and instinct had Vesta looking sharply up and away, pretending to focus entirely on Sara's words.

  Ah, Vesta thought, comprehension filling her as she watched Oddry through the corner of her vision. It takes a servant to know a servant, does it?

  When she looked back down, Oddry's eyes had closed once more, muscles sck. It seemed her little pet struggled to rex, at least when she was concerned her Mistress might be needing something of her. Knowing that there was no one to perform for, no one to please, allowed her to slip into that peculiar space Vesta was so rarely privy to.

  Perhaps I have more room to grow, as a Mistress, Vesta reflected. She tapped her chin in thought, considering.

  Then, without so much as a word to Sara, she slipped from her chair. To disguise the motion, she pushed her foot harder into Oddry's face, which the maid seemed to delight in. Only when Vesta was ready to crouch down next to Oddry did she remove the foot, sitting cross-legged on the floor. Sara's words had trailed off, confused, but she had the good graces not to interrupt.

  "M-mistress?" Oddry asked, eyes blinking open. "Did you n-need something?"

  "Just so, little pet," Vesta replied, leaning low over Oddry, so the woman was in her shadow. "But it's something of an unusual request. Do you think you can help me with it?"

  "Of c-course! Of course, anything, Mistressssss," Oddry replied, the st sylble involuntarily drawn out as Evie swirled her tongue.

  "Good, good. Because, pet, what I want you to do is simple, but it might be hard, alright?"

  "I-I'm ready."

  "Excellent." Vesta leaned closer, cupping Oddry's cheeks in her hands. "I want you, no matter what, to feel good. I want you to lose yourself in that woman's tongue, pet. I want you to go so far into pleasure that you don't even remember your own name. And if you need, or want, something from me to do that, you will tell me. Understood?"

  Oddry's confused blinking looked like she really didn't, but she nodded.

  "Yes ma'am. I understand."

  "Good."

  As a reward, Vesta brushed aside Oddry's blonde curls and pressed a kiss to her forehead. She lingered for a moment, so that the woman could feel her lipstick leaving an imprint.

  She pulled away, watching from much closer as Oddry sighed, visibly focusing on the sensations of Evie between her legs. Never one to be left behind by the pace of events, Evie gamely upped her ministrations, adding her fingers to Oddry's clit when her mouth wandered elsewhere, or caressing her most sensitive regions when her mouth was tending to the maid's bud. Without Vesta's foot to muffle her whines, Oddry soon returned to biting on a knuckle.

  In a spur of inspiration, Vesta reached out, taking the woman's hand from her mouth. She intertwined her fingers with Oddry's, holding their hands to the maid's breast.

  "Don't worry about being quiet, pet. Moaning feels good, doesn't it? If you want to let your voice out, do so."

  "Y-yes, ma'am, I'll- oh!" Oddry's eyes wrenched closed as Evie chose that moment to spiral her tongue around her clit, then pressed hard. Dimly, Vesta heard Sara chuckle.

  She ignored it. Her focus was for one woman alone, and she wouldn't be distracted.

  Oddry's hand clenched tighter around Vesta's, bringing it closer to her breast. Vesta untucked her thumb, brushing it along her nipple, rubbing in little circles, like she was just idly entertaining herself. Oddry sighed, her head falling to one side, content.

  She was a truly beautiful woman. From the curly blonde hair, betraying her northern heritage, to her silky smooth skin, which was remarkably unblemished despite the hard life a maid led. Her breasts were delectable, so rge they were barely constrained by her maid uniform, and her plump hips were so tempting to pinch, even when Vesta should've been working. Her fingers were not as soft as the rest of her, worn rough by the caustic chemicals of a girlhood spent as a undress, but Vesta loved those, too. She was a strong woman, and when she used her strength on Vesta, that abrasive texture scratched an itch no matter where they roamed.

  And she was pretty in the cssical sense, too. Even with ruined makeup running down her cheeks, Vesta admired the structure of her face. Like a cssical painting, or a sculpture in one of Amarat's churches. She'd never told Oddry that she thought that of her; ying on the floor next to her, she resolved to bring it up at the next opportunity. It was unconscionable to let such beauty go unrecognized.

  Abruptly, Vesta realized Oddry's eyes had flicked back open. She'd caught Vesta admiring her body, which for some reason had the former noblewoman blushing. They'd tasted each other on more occasions than she could count. Why did getting caught appreciating her form cause such a reaction?

  "Ma'am?" Oddry asked. "You s-said I was to ask if there was something I w-wished of you?"

  "Indeed I did, pet," Vesta murmured. "What is it?"

  "I'd... like you to kiss me, ma'am."

  Vesta did not wait. She brushed her scarlet hair aside, tucking it behind an ear, and leaned down.

  Vesta captured Oddry's lips gently, a hand drifting to cup her cheek. Evie was still working away between the maid's legs, and her efforts were producing little squirming whimpers. Vesta drank them down eagerly, luxuriating in the simple sensation of softness. After a few chaste moments of kissing, something Evie did caused Oddry to gasp, and Vesta used the pse to press her tongue into the woman's mouth.

  Oddry welcomed her into her mouth, her tongue chasing after Vesta's. She kept suckling and nibbling and Oddry's lower lip, tugging and pulling in the way she knew her maid loved. The sweetness of her lipstick was intermixed with the salty tang of Vesta's own slick, a fvor unique to Oddry. The slow teasing of Vesta's tongue was a stark contrast to Evie's efforts below, which were intensifying by the moment. Oddry was whining into Vesta's mouth, breathing so heavily through her nose that Vesta felt her hair being blown back.

  Vesta's free hand began tracing a zy trail down Oddry's body, starting at her breast, circling and grabbing at her skin as it went. Every time she pinched, Oddry gasped a little bit louder, squirming on the plush rug. Vesta didn't let up, moving lower and lower. Oddry hummed when Vesta tickled her ribs, then gasped when she pinched her belly. Vesta continued on, until she was circling her palm over her pelvis, just above her womb, and that left the maid whining pitifully.

  Gods, how can Evie hold back with this beneath her?

  Vesta's patience, which she considered worthy of a Champion, had run out. Her hand completed its circuit by running two fingers through the wiry curls at the crook of Oddry's legs, then continuing down. Her fingers briefly bumped into Evie, but the feline was adaptive as ever, and slid lower, moving her tongue to Oddry's lower lips.

  When Vesta's fingers finally found the hood of Oddry's clit, the woman's mouth fell open, properly moaning into Vesta's mouth. She pressed her lips back down harder, capturing the woman's pleasure for herself, and began to circle what surely had to be an utterly aching, swollen bud of need.

  Oddry's head tried to wrench away, a purely reflexive expression of pleasure, but all she achieved was pressing harder into Vesta's mouth. Her stomach rippled as she tried to curl up once more, fighting against Evie's palms pinning her hips to the floor. The two women worked in tandem to take the maid apart, Evie's tongue suddenly spearing into Oddry's tight pussy, forcing its way past her clenching walls, while Vesta lived and breathed Oddry's reactions, adjusting to every little squirming gasp that escaped into Vesta's lips.

  To her incredible surprise, Vesta felt herself shudder, a shiver rolling up and down her body. It was almost like she was close to cumming herself, just from watching Oddry's pleasure, knowing it was her that caused it. Her pussy began to throb with need, even though it had been minutes since she'd rode her maid's face to a screaming orgasm.

  She ignored it. This was Oddry's moment, after all. Vesta would have her time ter.

  And the maid was so, beautifully, wonderfully close. Vesta felt like a conductor before an orchestra, stirring the music of moans toward the performance's climax. Oddry's hand squeezed tighter around Vesta's, nearly painful, and she kept jerking her hips, trying to drive Evie's tongue deeper within her. Vesta matched the pace of her gyrations, exceeded them, abandoning the torturous pace that had characterized the rest of the encounter. Her fingers blurred above the woman's pussy, pressing down as hard as she could.

  Vesta could no longer kiss her maid, the woman's head jerking around too erratically to track. Vesta listened to her whines ratchet up in pitch, until she was squeaking meaningless, pleading noises. Without slowing her fingers, Vesta leaned down close, whispering into Oddry's ear.

  "You can cum now, pet."

  With a sharp hiccup, Oddry's cries choked off. Her eyes flew open, staring at nothing, her entire body tensed for one long moment.

  Then her stomach rose up into the air, her arms thrashing, grabbing fistfuls of the rug.

  "Thank you! Thank you, Mistress, oh, oh, thank you!"

  A very primal sort of satisfaction welled up in Vesta's gut as she watched her maid come apart. She was shaking so hard that her tits were bouncing, grinding her hips against Vesta's fingers, down on Evie's tongue, her head thrown left and right without reason. She kept crying out, pleading and praising in breathy gasps until there was nothing comprehensible left, just high-pitched whining in the vague pattern of words, and still Vesta kept moving her hands, driving her peak as high as she could possibly take it.

  Oddry suddenly dropped back onto the rug, spent. Vesta could feel her clit throbbing beneath her fingers, and knew it was too sensitive to keep rubbing, but too needy to be left alone. As Evie retracted her tongue, her colr's compulsions fulfilled, Vesta cupped Oddry's entire pussy, applying the lightest amount of pressure, so that her maid could grind it into it as she pleased while the aftershocks rocked her.

  Some time ter, Oddry's eyes fluttered open, looking up at Vesta.

  "Did... I do good... Mistress?"

  "So very, very good, pet," Vesta replied, pressing one final kiss to the woman's lips. "You did so good that all you need to do now is rex. Just close your eyes for me, pet, and rest, alright?"

  "Oh... okay... yes ma'am..."

  Vesta caressed Oddry's face as the maid drifted off to sleep, sinking into unconsciousness in a matter of moments.

  Assured that she was really asleep, Vesta quietly untangled her hand from Oddry's, and stood.

  She looked down at herself. She hadn't been wearing undergarments, thanks to their earlier dalliances. Her dress, which had ended up bunched beneath her while she'd seen to Oddry, was visibly soaked through.

  "Way to go," Sara whispered, fshing a smile and thumbs up. "A+ gentle domming right there. Couldn't have done it better myself."

  Vesta started to muster up some sarcastic retort, but she failed. Her pussy was aching.

  "You," Vesta hissed, "are going to fuck me, right now, because if I don't have something stuffed up me this instant, I am going to go fucking insane."

  Sara's eyes widened at the profanity, but she gamely snapped off a precise military salute.

  "Yes ma'am," she whispered. "Should we go to another room, so we don't wake Oddry?"

  Vesta didn't dignify that with a response. She just took one long step over Oddry's limp form and settled herself in Sara's p, hiking her dress up to her waist.

  "I can be quiet, Champion. Can you?"

  Sara, despite being so recently satisfied, throbbed underneath Vesta's pussy.

  "It, uh, doesn't look like I have much choice but to try."

  "Smart girl," Vesta hissed, seizing Sara's cock.