Mey-Rin pulled herself through the window without looking back. Now to anyone who asked, she was simply walking along observing the garden behind the manor. The roses are coming along nicely, she thought, as she recalled the image of Bard repeatedly thrusting himself into Snake against a wall of precariously-balanced food storage containers.
She continued to wander into the wooded area behind the building, still contemplating the coupling of the chef she had known for three years and the footman she only just met. How long had they shared an attraction, each of them imagining the other touching his naked body?
Soon her imagination took over, and she leaned against a tree, closing her eyes and replaying the scene in her head. Instead of the two men, the maid started to picture Sebastian, caressing her breast with one hand and her thigh with the other, then roughly pinning her up against the pantry shelving. The wet spot between her legs returned, but instead of ignoring it, she reached beneath her apron and began slowly massaging her clit. Before long her hand began to pick up speed, back and forth, imagining the butler pushing himself inside her.
When she could stand it no more, Mey-Rin propped one of her legs against a log and lifted her dress entirely. Slipping past her damp undergarments, she stuck two fingers inside herself as deep as they would go. She pushed harder and faster, wishing that Sebastian would fill her up just once. As her fingers pounded inside her the rest of her hand smacked against her vulva rhythmically, over and over until -
The tree seemed to explode just above her head.
Mey-Rin hit the ground reflexively.
An arrow had hit the tree less than a metre above her! Her glasses still in her pocket, she scanned the woods for signs of an enemy, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Quickly she composed herself, ashamed and exasperated at her own lack of vigilance. Now you've allowed the whole manor to be endangered just so you could get off, you dirty whore.
Her keen eyes quickly searched the forest, desperate to find the source of the attack. She retrieved the pistol she kept strapped to her right leg at all times.
Another arrow just barely missed her head, but this one from behind her. Impossible, Mey-Rin thought in a panic. No one ever got past when she was keeping watch. Suddenly she spotted something, a flash of dark green that did not quite belong in the woods. She aimed and shot, but it was pointless, the attacker was already gone. Hand to hand combat was not the maid's preferred approach, but in this case it couldn't be helped. Her master must be protected at all costs.
She darted between trees and hurdled over obstacles as quickly as her legs would carry her, all while barely making a sound as the training she received so many years ago came back in a flurry.
Inside the house and with her glasses on, she was a different Mey-Rin – a helpless and lost girl needing an identity and a set of protectors. Her young master gave her a roof and a purpose; Sebastian made her feel safe and accepted. Both showed her kindness and patience like she had never known, and it was precisely what she needed, because maintaining her superior sense of awareness at all times was impossible. But now, out here, she embraced all of the things that comprised the real Mey-Rin, and the acute animalistic instinct which made her a skilled assassin took over once again.
Within a minute she had reached the spot where she saw the foreign colour, but there was no sign of anyone. The maid studied the ground and a shiver ran through her when she realized that whoever shot those arrows knew as well as she did – perhaps even better – how to navigate the forest floor without leaving a trace of their presence.
One metre at a time, Mey-Rin made her way through the woods, her frustration increasing with every step. The sun rose high above as she continued along wearily, losing hope but not willing to give up the search for the mysterious intruder who clearly meant her harm. Suddenly her thoughts turned to her young master – what if this assassin got around her again and was able to approach the manor? Deriding her lack of diligence once again, she spun around in the direction of home, but in her haste her left ankle caught the sharp edge of a broken log.
She cried out in pain, knowing at once that the cut was deep. Cursing her eyes which refused to see what was right in front of her, she sat on the ground to examine the damage. Blood poured from the wound and she realized immediately that it would need to be cleaned and bandaged to prevent infection. As much as she worried about the Phantomhive household, she would be of no use to anyone dead. There was a stream less than a kilometre to the west, and she knew this must be her destination.
It was past noon by the time she reached the water. She was now no longer on the manor's property and she had all but given up on finding the attacker. As the current rushed past, Mey-Rin took a seat on a rock and removed her boot and sock to clean her ankle, but her livery kept getting in the way. Holding back the bottom of her skirt did little good, and finally the maid had enough and she stood and in frustration stripped off all of her clothing down to her underwear. Sitting for a second time, she splashed cold water on her injury as hot tears stung her eyes. How could I be so incompetent? She wondered.
"Have you not learned your lesson?" a sharp female voice asked from behind her, somehow even more harsh and demanding than her own conscience.
Mey-Rin jumped so high she almost landed in the water.
When she spun around a bow was raised and an arrow pointed straight at her head. She was helpless, standing there as a nearly naked and injured hostage.
"You..." she stuttered, "you're the one who was attacking the manor!"
The woman scoffed, "Attacking the manor, are you mad?" she took a step closer while looking Mey-Rin dead in the eyes. "What I was doing was delivering a warning to a perverted little maid who chose to pleasure herself openly in a wood where children play." her tone was laden with contempt but the corners of her mouth seemed to turn up in the curious beginnings of a smile.
Mey-Rin was utterly horrified and red as a beet. "I... uh..."
"And now I see you've decided to bathe yourself publicly as well?"
"It's not like that!" the maid said, indignation giving her courage to speak. "I was simply cleaning my wound in the river," she stated, pointing down.
The older woman thought for a moment and narrowed her eyes, glancing for only the briefest second at the injured ankle. "Do you know who I am, girl?"
The maid squinted and tried to make out the woman's features. She did seem familiar, but not precisely identifiable. She was pretty, Mey-Rin thought, and the hunting jacket and knee-high boots she wore accentuated her toned figure.
After a few seconds of consideration the woman sighed and finally lowered her bow. "If you're going to be cleaning it, you ought to do it properly."
Before the maid could object, the blonde stranger had sheathed her weapon and was approaching, removing her gloves. "Sit," she commanded simply as she turned to retrieve something from her pack.
Every movement this woman made was smooth and confident and graceful, and Mey-Rin stood transfixed for a moment before forcing herself from her stupor, "I can do it just fine on my - "
With that, a sure hand was on her arm, gentle enough to not be threatening but firm enough to be deliberate. When the intruder spoke, now face-to-face with the restless maid, her voice revealed the same curious fusion of softness and rigidity.
"Those who cannot accept help in a time of need display neither strength nor wisdom." Her hand had made its way onto Mey-Rin's shoulder, and now ventured higher, brushing her neck before sharply tilting her chin to force eye contact from her red-headed prey. The maid let out a light gasp and began to pull away, but the woman held her tight and continued, "how is it that you expect to care for others if you are too arrogant to adequately maintain yourself? Now sit." Her eyes were hard but kind, her jaw clenched at the annoyance of having to repeat an order.
With that, Mey-Rin half-stepped and half-fell backward onto her previous spot on the rock.
The woman was satisfied with this response and turned to the stream, pulling an empty jug from the side of her pack and filling it with water.
After the first round of washing, the maid expected to feel a bandage, but instead the stranger retrieved a small bottle and emptied it straight into the cut. Mey-Rin winced in distress and surprise. "This will disinfect it," the other woman explained patiently, steadying the leg in front of her to prevent any further cringing.
As she leaned over, Mey-Rin could not help but notice the V shape where the older woman's neckline began to plunge, a button undoing itself as she stretched. Beads of sweat trickled between her cleavage and the maid's eyes followed, engrossed in their path and intrigued with their destination. She had never been attracted to a woman before, but now she noticed the same tingling between her thighs she had felt watching the two men in the pantry.
"You're breathing awful heavily there, everything all right?"
Mey-Rin gasped, instantly self-aware. The blonde woman's gaze met her own, her steely grey eyes boring into the maid's soul. After a two-second stare that seemed closer to an eternity, she resumed her work tending the wound, now removing a bandage from her pack. As she wrapped the injured ankle, she placed one hand on the younger woman's calf to steady herself. Mey-Rin wondered how she could get that hand to move further up her thigh. When the dressing was complete, the stranger began to gather her things.
"Are you married, ma'am?" Mey-Rin blurted out, instantly aware of how random it was.
The woman's eyes met hers once again, but this time they did not divert so quickly. "Is that really what you want to ask me?"
"Well, I thought – I didn't – "
"Why are you doing that?"
Mey-Rin stopped mid-sentence.
"Why are you babbling like an incompetent idiot when I can tell you are so much more?"
The maid's eyes widened, and the stranger's hand began to slide up her right leg as if she had been reading her mind. She reached around Mey-Rin's thigh, giving her muscle a light squeeze, all without breaking eye contact. "Are you telling me a mere maid needs to be this fit? When you were tracking me in the forest, were those skills you gleaned while washing dishes or waxing floors? When you shot at me," she gestured to a hole on the shoulder of her hunting jacket where Mey-Rin's bullet has grazed the fabric, "was it your time in the garden or the kitchen that taught you to aim that way?" She was sarcastic, suspicious and facetious all at once. Her eyes twinkled in delight as she continued staring, now just a few feet from the younger woman's face.
Mey-Rin should have felt vulnerable, she thought, her secret having been discovered, but instead she felt strong and confident, as the seemingly flawless stranger expected her to be.
"I asked because I like you."
The older woman was surprised for only a moment, but before she could react the maid did what she had wanted to for most of their encounter. She grabbed the pale, graceful, perfectly-formed hand and placed it directly between her thighs.
The blonde smiled and slid her other hand along the maid's waist, raising it to massage a hardened nipple through thin white fabric. Mey-Rin cried out in pleasure, pulling the woman's head toward her own, and they kissed slowly at first, then more deeply and passionately.
Mey-Rin was shocked at how soft her lips were – this was nothing like kissing a man. The maid began to undress her partner, all while trying to prolong her own enjoyment as a deft hand slowly massaged her clit. Her jacket off and her blouse now properly undone, the stranger slipped a hand behind Mey-Rin's back and slowly lowered her onto the rock. They began kissing again, each one now exploring the other's mouth with her tongue.
The redhead moaned and threw her head back as her vagina began to contract. The older woman placed two fingers inside and curved them around, her motions in sync with the swirling of her tongue. The maid unclasped the stranger's bra, and wrapped each of her hands around a perfectly-formed breast. The older woman sighed and started moving her mouth down Mey-Rin's body. First the side of her chin, then onto her neck. While her left hand fondled one of the maid's nipples, her tongue worked on the other one, causing the younger woman to call out in ecstasy.
Mey-Rin was lost in pleasure, no longer knowing what to do with her hands, she allowed the skillful beauty to have her way with her. The woman's tongue caressed her nipple over and over again as her right hand continued to pound between the maid's legs. The pulsations inside Mey-Rin became more intense and frequent. She could feel the liquid dripping out of her, and finally the stranger's attention shifted from her breast.
The older woman moved her mouth over the redhead's stomach, kissing deftly and lightly. As she approached the warmth between the maid's legs, she slowed down, lingering below her waist. The movement of her hand decreased as well, causing Mey-Rin to bear down on her fingers, wanting more of them inside.
The maid was so close to coming. She wanted nothing more than the stranger's tongue on her clit, and she reached out for the other woman's head.
Before she knew what had happened, a strong hand grabbed her wrist and the blonde's face was again by Mey-Rin's chest. Three fingers on her right hand plunged deep inside, hard and fast, but stopped moving all together. At the same time her right foot dug itself into the young woman's injured ankle.
Mey-Rin cried out from the pain, but it only lasted a moment. She looked at her partner, confused.
"Don't get greedy," the stranger scolded, her grey eyes flickering with amusement.
Again she curved her fingers around inside the maid, causing her prey to writhe with pleasure. She now wasted no time and buried her face between Mey-Rin's legs, her tongue making contact with the younger woman's engorged clitoris.
The redhead's thighs began to buck involuntarily as the woman's hand pounded into her. As her tongue picked up speed on the maid's clit, Mey-Rin felt the pressure building, and when she could stand no more, she released in the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced.
Breathless and covered in sweat, the maid reached for her partner, but after a slow, passionate kiss the other woman rose and began to dress.
"Wait, don't you want to get off too?" Mey-Rin asked, sitting up on the rock.
The blonde stranger smiled and approached her one last time.
"Don't worry darling, I will," she raised a gloved hand and ran it across the younger woman's cheek, then down below her chin, tilting her face up sharply as she had when they first met. "Were I to show up late, the impropriety could not be forgiven."
With that, she kissed her lover on the forehead and retreated in the direction of the manor, leaving the disheveled and bewildered maid in the company of the rushing stream and her own muddled thoughts.