Next week brings a particularly cool evening. Once the sun has set and the faraway howling of spirit jackals announces the coming of a long Wilderness night, the cool light of the almost-full moon shines onto the mansion grounds. Percibell has finished her cleaning duties and is now sitting comfortably in a reclining chair in the reading room, where Xal would sometimes spend entire days. Everywhere the eyes can see are shelves filled with books. Even though she can't read, she has with time found that there is some sort of order to the books and — as far as she could guess — they are categorically divided into three main topics. On the wall to the right are the books that still have straight, unfrayed covers, with neat spines and binding threads keeping the pages almost perfectly aligned. When she leafs through them, a slight smell of soot and pine sap used in printing inks emanates from a couple of tomes. Those, as she has found after much deliberation and time, have titles like [The Revised Cyclopedia of Wilderness], [A Survey of Lands Beyonde Southern Reaches] and [Daily Lives of the Non-magical Folk of The Wilderness].
To the left of the chair are slightly older-looking books, some bearing titles like [Beasts of the Wild: an Illustrated Guide-book] and [Drakes and Spirits: an Adventurer's Compendium].
Furthest to the back of the room, the books are almost falling apart with their covers barely holding on, in parts torn, in others worn through to the backings, with some heavily-yellowed pages loosely sticking out. They all seem to be more about medical herbs — or so she has surmised from some of the ones with legible titles.
｟Hahn... ❤｠
Those who know her might wonder why the elf would find herself inside such a room, surrounded by volumes of complexity that might make even the most avid reader slightly dizzy. Even she could never imagine setting foot into such a location of her own free will. Is it possible that she has finally developed an interest in reading?
｟Ahn... ❤｠
Or maybe she missed being an adventurer so much that she now wants to get lost in illustrations of ferocious beasts that one might encounter in the land?
｟Nghh ❤ Hnggg... ❤｠
The dainty elf's ears twitch and she glances at the door, ensuring it's closed before she sits down in the chair again, lifting up her skirt with hurried movements.
｟Haahnnn... ❤ Yees, Xal, there... ❤｠
Peering down her crotch with an embarrassed look, she once again takes a quick glance at the door. After confirming her privacy, she lifts her butt in the chair and slides her white panties down. A large wet spot is revealed to contaminate its insides and a couple of clear strings of nectar drag and eventually break off as she slides them down. It's at moments like these that she wishes the door to this room had a lock, alas the spot with the best acoustics also happens to be one that can't be properly secured.
Percibell purses her lips upon seeing the state her soaked panties are in. Her cheeks turn cherry red and she lets out an indecipherable 「aghu...」
Periodic thumping sounds join the moans reverberating from a separate room, restoring her focus.
｟Mhh...! ❤ Mhhh! ❤ Mhhh! ❤｠
Having slid the panties off her legs completely, she spreads her thighs while leaning back in the reclining chair. A sound of nectar splitting apart comes from between her thighs. The only thing hiding it in the otherwise completely quiet are the sounds coming from across the wall.
She moves her hand down to her crotch, skittishly moving her small hand over the rolled-up skirt, where the frills are slightly obscuring the view down between the upper legs. Hesitant for a moment, she touches her mound and feels the radiating heat from the place just further down below, a place that is waiting for her prodding and probing.
｟AAAAAHNnnnn...❤ Wait...! Wait... waaaaaaaiiiiiit HNggghaaaaah! ❤｠
She takes the moans filling the room as her cue, bites her lip, and uses her fingers to spread her reddened pussy lips and then scoop up some juice up to her clitoris with her index finger.
「Mmmhhhhnnaa... ❤」 she lets out a quiet moan herself.
Having put one hand over her mouth, carefully tracing the outline of her excited flesh down to its most sensitive regions, the elf maid begins to swipe her small fingers left and right across, teasing and bumping into her petals and rosebud.
Her eyes begin to slightly close while her chest moves up and down more energetically. Compelled by her body's lust, she pushes her pelvis forward, feeling around the labia before sticking her index finger in, cautiously.
「Nhgh..~ ❤」
Having swirled the tip around, she begins looking for her favorite spot. She supports herself on the chair with her other hand and begins slowly fingering the slit. Her face becomes red, and sweat begins to build up all over, an unusually large droplet forming on her forehead. Her ears, usually perky, begin to droop, becoming more and more relaxed.
｟Hahnn.. ❤ haa... No... ❤ Xal.... more.. ❤ grunt yees ❤｠
After a while of listening in to the exasperated female moans, punctuated by a male's grunting, Percibell furrows her brows and closes her eyes. Her pelvis angles up further, and she begins to move her finger in and out more forcefully.
｟Mhmmmmm! Hm! Ahhhnn! ❤ So deep! ❤｠
Grimacing every now and then when she accidentally slaps her palm too hard against her sensitive clit, she slumps deeper in the chair, her other arm barely holding on, hand shaking while it clutches the armrest.
「Nhuuu... ❤ Nuahhh... ❤ Ahh! ❤」 she joins the louder and more frequent sounds in moaning.
The petite elf's ears are by now almost completely limp and, once she gathers the courage to insert her middle finger as well, they become dark red and start trembling like leaves in a delicate breeze.
Having to withstand the intense teasing and penetrating for so long, her small pussy begins exuding a large amount of juice — the elf's relentless fingers finally causing it to gush one splash after another, coating her thighs and the seat.
「Mhhhnn... ❤ Ye-ss... Yess! ❤ Yes...! ❤」 she moans and half-whispers, 「Like that, put it deeper...! ❤ Yes!」
Her agitated words imitate the ones she hears coming from the other room.
「Right there...! Ah! ❤ So rough...! ❤」 she continues, her chest moving at an ever-increasing rate.
Having slumped to the point where she is almost falling off the chair, the elf very quickly repositions herself, trying her best to not stop the merciless agitation she's inflicting upon herself. In less than a second, she brings one foot, then another to a squatting position at the edge of a chair, as she were hiding on a branch of a tree.
｟Ohh... ❤ Xal...! You're- ah! ❤ You're...｠ the female voice coming from the other room wails, followed by masculine grunts.
「You're gonna... make me... !」 Percibell finishes the sentence while gasping for air.
Her eyes slightly open, she can see her legs spread apart in a crouch, and underneath the big, fluffy hem of her skirt, she can feel her swollen pussy gush. Ears, vibrating and almost in a complete droop, constantly pick up the splattering sounds of the nectar as it drips and falls on the floor, pulled out in thick strings by her hand.
The male and female voices grow more restless, and along with the cries of ｟Almost... there! ❤ Almost...!!!｠ they spur the elf to pick up the pace to a new high. Sloppy wet sounds coming from her pussy take on such a volume that they almost make her words unintelligible.
「Ahh! ❤ Ahh! ❤ You're... soo... big! You're... Ah! ❤ Messinnnnnghhah meeh upppp!! ❤」 the maid makes up her own lines while her index, middle and ring fingers invade her insides, stretching and pushing the delicate lips apart, honing in on her weakest spot. Having thrown caution to the wind, she puts the fingertips of her securing hand on her clit and rubs with abandon. Shaking, swaying, and heaving, her high-pitched 'ah! ❤'s grow more frequent as the elf nears her limit.
She throws her head back, listening to a prolonged moan coming from the other room with a wide open mouth, bared little fangs, and tightly shut eyes. Her senses dull, torso seizes up, and her whole body starts getting ready to complete her pleasure ritual.
「Oh my...」
It's a voice with a distinct gentle sound, one she is not familiar with. From behind her, slightly to her side, she can vaguely hear the sound of footsteps.
「Oh my—」 Percibell accidentally repeats but almost immediately realizes that the voice appeared much closer, and wasn't as muffled as the sounds coming through the wall.
For a single moment, the thumping sounds fade out and are instead replaced by the thumping of her own heart. Her hands have stopped moving and cold sweat runs down her spine.
「Akk-a, my apologies, I didn't mean to interrupt. Please, do go on,」 the same female voice sounds again.
In an instant, Percibell's eyes snap open and she turns her upper body towards the voice, making an awkwardly contorted pose, with her hand still inside.
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Right behind her, she spots Shanii standing with her arms clasped together in front of her chest as if about to offer a prayer. Her face carries an amused but slightly embarrassed look. Her lips turn a bit wider once her purple eyes lock onto the elf's, and once they do, the maid's face scrunches up into a mortified expression. Shanii notices the elf's body shaking, the tears in her eyes and mouth moving up and down. Mindful of what happened back then near the entrance, she quickly moves two tentacles to cover the maid's mouth and says with a hushed voice, 「Calm your heart, there's no need for an outburst. I am but a servant of the Goddess, a missionary on an undertaking in faraway lands,」 she pauses and smiles kindly at the trembling maid. 「Oh, poor child, let the love and bountifulness of the Goddess be your salvation. For your pains of lust, I shall offer a prayer.」
「Mmffmmmmm...!」 the inevitable scream from the elf gets blocked by the tentacles.
Taken aback, Percibell's eyes widen as she watches Shanii close her eyes and start muttering a prayer. At a loss for words, she takes the opportunity to reposition herself, starting by swiftly removing her hand from her crotch, revealing sticky juice running along her fingers and dripping down on the chair. She quickly gets on her knees in the seat and turns her whole body to face the woman while looking down with an awkward and shameful expression, her face still red hot and radiating heat while she tries to pry off the tentacle covering her mouth.
「Aima」 Shanii concludes, and Percibell feels the grasp on her lips loosening.
Upon confirming the end of the prayer, she hectically drags the tentacles from her mouth, and, not daring to raise her gaze upwards, says with a stutter, 「P-please, d-d-don't t-t-」
She is unable to finish her sentence — her upper body goes weak and she falls forward into the chair's backrest before breaking into tears.
「P-please ｟hic｠ can't tell... ｟sob｠ anyone... I... I was just ｟sob｠ please,」 she cries and begs, ears still drooping and her small frame trembling.
「Oh, dearest in the Goddess's Glory, your heart is in such turmoil... Cast away your shame,」 Shanii gently strokes Percibell's hair with her tentacle, 「The Goddess in her Light knows of the lust you suffer, she does not condemn you for it!」
Percibell curls up, trying to calm down her sniffling, while Shanii pulls up a nearby chair and sits next to her. One of her tentacles gently strokes the elf's head while she calms down and stops panting.
「I won't tell anyone, don't worry,」 Shanii replies, giving her hair another gentle pat.
「R-really?」 the elf glances at her sideways, keeping her head down.
「Of course,」 she looks toward where the noises are coming from. 「Well, I can't blame you, The two have been very loud and frequent these past few days... I think Her Highness might be doing it on purpose,」 she muses and looks at Percibell, 「It's not weird that you would give in once or twice.」
Percibell'f flustered face becomes red again. Shanii notices her shifting gaze and looks more inquisitively.
「Oh my, what's this?」 the woman asks, 「You do this frequently?」
The elf doesn't respond, trying to turn her face away, then hide it.
「Fufu, I understand... You felt it, the inevitable desire,」 leaning in a bit, she continues, 「I'm a woman too, strange as I may look to you」
Shanii leans in to speak very softly into the maid's pointy ear, 「To be held... to be embraced... to be-」
「Wahh! N-no way!」 Percibell almost yells, her eyes widening as she moves her ear away.
Shanii tilts her head and purses her lips for a moment. Her eyebrows shift around while her eyes scan the little maid.
「Isn't that why you said 'yes' and 'like that, put it in deeper'?」 Shanii asks, causing Percibell's face to flush red.
「N-nooooo...!」 Percibell pulls her legs up and hides her head between her knees, forgetting her exposed bare mound. 「That was...!」
｟Ah!! ❤｠
Rosaria's moan reaches them. ｟Wait Xal, I need a break! Ouhh ❤! I can't anymore! Xal, please! AHH!!! ❤ ❤｠
Shanii looks around, then turns back to Percibell, trying to hide her amusement.
「Anyway, I do see why you'd come here,」 she says.
「Nonono」 Percibell whines, her speech muffled by her pose, 「That wasn't it!」
「Hmm? Wasn't what? I noticed you kept revisiting this room, day after day,」 she says while patting the elf on the back. 「Was that not it on those days too?」
Percibell only shakes her head, mumbling something.
「So, I figured I would check what's going on, and what did I find?」 Shanii leans in closely again and whispers, 「A lost little lamb? A curious kitten wishing she could take someone's spot?」
Percibell's hand begins tugging on the woman's dress, pleading for her to stop.
Shanii leans in even closer, almost touching the elf's ear with her lips, and whispers gently with a mischievous smile, 「Will you admit it? Can you admit it? For your soul's sake? ...You want your master Xalvari to push you down, pull that cute maid skirt up, stretch the panties aside and...」 she pauses before measuring out every word, 「invade your quivering... little... elf... sex... with his big... throbbing... human...」
She pauses for a moment before putting extra emphasis on the word 「Cock~ ❤」
Percibell freezes completely for a moment, biting her lower lip. The silence in the room is once more only barely broken by the sounds coming from the adjacent room, before a sudden splattering noise interrupts it. Startled, Percibell looks down, and Shanii traces her gaze to a puddle of juice she made on the floor after it dripped down the seat. Trying to stop the next droplets from echoing when they touch down, beet-red-faced Percibell frantically pulls the hem of her skirt, placing it between her legs.
「Fufufu, your body seems to agree」 Shanii announces as she delicately strokes the elf's cheek with her finger. 「Does it not?」
Tears roll down the maid's embarrassed face while she nods sheepishly.
「What was that? Did you say something?」 Shanii asks, feigning ignorance.
「Y-yes...」
「Yes what...?」 the woman lets her question linger.
「Y-you're r... right... I want it... I want him... master Xalvari's...」 Percibell admits almost inaudibly and takes a big breath.
Shanii smiles, stands up chuckling before laughing out loud. Percibell immediately tugs one of her tentacles.
「Please... I beg you... Don't tell...!」 she pleads.
「Worry not, I know how to keep a secret or two,」 Shanii winks and, once Percibell lets go, starts walking out. Before disappearing around the doorway, she turns around and says, 「Percibell... right?」 her face suddenly turns somber, 「I wouldn't get too attached if I were you,」 she warns.
「...What?」 the elf responds with a puzzled expression, but Shanii only gives her a polite smile while she pulls the door to a close.
Just before she shuts it, Percibell exclaims with a trembling voice, 「I'm only doing this for money and protection!」