The first chapter has actually been reposted from my Attack on One Shots fic. I had so much fun writing this that I decided to write more from that AU in the future.
As the sun begins to set over the hilltops, pale gold light floods through the window, bathing the luxurious bedroom. The light shimmers across the surfaces you've been cleaning and polishing for the last two hours, and highlighting the smoothness in the freshly cleaned and ironed bedsheets.
The windows gleam with equally freshly applied attention, giving you an exquisite view of the countryside, of the glittering river carrying late travellers back towards Walls Rose and Maria. This has to be one of your favourite views of Wall Sina, the last beautiful moments of daylight over a quiet landscape. You sweep your cloth across the window sill as you allow yourself to admire it all.
"You've done an excellent job today," the voice of Lord Levi Ackerman announces itself from the middle of the room.
You flinch, despite the fact that you should be used to Levi's quiet footsteps and general tendency to enter a room without attracting much attention by now. You pull away from the window, a quick glance over the sill confirming that you've completed the task.
"Thank you, my lord," you lower into a curtsey towards him.
He's stripping off the long, fitted black jacket that signals his presence in meetings of the royal council. His furrowed brow and tired eyes also give this away. But of course, you're well aware of his schedule. As his personal maid, you have to fit your cleaning around it so you don't get in his way. You pocket your rag in your apron and offer your hands as you walk forwards, ready to take his jacket. Your eyes linger on his toned body, accentuated by his snug linen shirt and black vest. The light of sunset lightens the slate of his eyes, bringing out the blue over the grey.
Levi waves you off. "I can manage," he tells you. Although his expression is generally sour, his brows loosen up when he looks at you. His eyes flicker to the sunset. "You can finish for the day," he adds. "If you leave now, the gardens will look exquisite in this light." His mouth, usually thin with pursed lips on a regular basis, begins to twitch upward as his gaze flicks back to you. "You should go and enjoy it."
You feel an ache in your chest when he says that. When he's in a softer mood like this, he's more talkative and you enjoy cleaning around him, letting conversation flow between you that he hasn't normally got time for. Today, however, the promise of enjoying the gardens in this light is too uncommon a prospect to turn down. Besides, there's something about the tiredness in his eyes that suggests that maybe this is Levi asking for some privacy. Maybe he wants a nap.
You gaze back out the window, a tender smile touching your lips. "I will. Thank you, my lord."
"Tch. You worked hard today, You earned this." He answers quietly as he moves towards his wardrobe. "Not sure what you see in all of that but enjoy it."
After another curtsy, you take your leave and return to the servants quarters to change out of your work attire and fetch your book.
—
Most of the other servants are at work so you pretty much have the garden that was allocated to the servants to yourself. Although not particularly spacious, what space there is has been filled with various different flowers purchased from the nearest market in Mitras. Most of the staff have brought something to contribute. You've bought some daffodils and bluebells over time along with some snowdrops. You have a soft spot for the sturdy little white flower.
As you step into the courtyard, you notice how the light shimmers most over the paler flowers and makes the darker ones gleam under recently sprinkled water. You breathe in the slightly damp smell of them, walking towards the bench in the heart of the garden. The sunlight falls directly on you as you take a seat and so your eyes seek the welcome sanctuary of the book in your lap.
As usual, is isn't long before you are sucked into the tale of a mother searching for her missing, adventurous but misguided daughter in a terrible forest. Suspicion claws at your mind. You feel sure you know what she's going to find. You're almost afraid to turn the page.
"I'm not surprised to find you out here," a soft, sweet voice chuckles. "It is so very gorgeous this evening."
For the second time in several hours, you are startled and your head snaps up towards the speaker. You also notice that the sky has transformed into a gentle orange now and the light is fading. That observation is quickly surpassed by your notice of who is addressing you.
"Good evening, Lady Ral." You curtsy.
Sunset cradles the young noblewoman in its light, crowning her ginger hair with a shimmer of amber similar to the eyes that stare amiably into yours. Your own roam over her and the rich midnight blue dress that clings to her slender form. It looks beautiful on her - as do most things - but your thoughts can't help but wander. Dark colours suit her but not nearly so well as pastels and brighter shades. Lady Petra Ral absolutely radiates lightness both inside and out.
"Good evening," she greets you. "I hope I'm not disturbing you."
You let a soft, playful smile flutter onto your face. Petra is the only noble you know who would worry about bothering a servant. "Not at all," you assure her with a smile of your own. It's good to see you. It always is.
A glint catches your eye and you glance down to where Petra's hands rest on her stomach. Your eyes focus on the small gold band, decorated with three sapphires, that sits on her finger. That binds her to Lord Levi. You can picture them together so easily in your mind now. Petra is like walking sunshine. You only have to watch her to see the tension peel away from anyone who talks to her. She has a way of coaxing subtle, lovely smiles out of Levi much to your joy and, in equal parts, envy. Equally so, you love seeing the delight dancing in her eyes when she interacts with Levi, when she's with him. They light each other up.
It's a beautiful thing. You just wish that you could appreciate it without it hurting. It frustrates you that you tumbled into the trap of developing certain thoughts, certain feelings for your master. It complicates what should be a straight forward relationship enough as it is. Yet, now you've been feeling things about his fiance too. It makes you feel even worse especially since you can't do a damn thing about it.
"Is there anything I can do for you, my lady?" you ask, desperate to chase away these thoughts and reminders.
"No, you're fine!" Petra beams and places one of her hands on your shoulders, her thumb brushing the bare skin at the edge of your blouse, by your neck. A simple touch she's made plenty of times before. Sometimes she even hugs you. Being enveloped by her warmth is addicting and you silently wish that she'd do so again now. "I'm just… saying hi," she continues. "You look lovely, reading out here in the sunset."
Your cheeks warm up. "Thank you," you mumble.
She laughs gently. "You're too humble," she chides you with a tone filled with affection. Her hand lingers on your shoulder. "I also wanted to check how you were after the massive clean up, you all had to do yesterday. I know that probably cut into your free time."
"I'm well," you assure her. "Please don't worry."
"It was for mine and Levi's engagement," the noblewoman chuckled, "so it is kind of my fault."
"You don't need to apologize for love," you smile. "Besides, Lord Ackerman gave me the evening off today."
"As he should," Petra states. "You deserve it for all your hard work."
"It's not as though I'm working for free."
"Stop." This time Petra's voice is firmer. "You go the extra mile and you know it. Levi's cleaning standards are ridiculously high and you do it without complaint." Her thumb stroking your skin is distracting and soothing all at once. "You do the laundry exactly how he likes. You've mastered his tea. You keep the rooms aired out well. You make his life easier without complaining or doing a sub-par job. That means a lot to both of us."
You press your lips together to stop them wobbling as emotion rushes over you. "That-that really means a lot, my Lady."
She reads the shine in your eyes and steps forward, her arms wrapping around your shoulders. "Hey, c'mere…" she murmurs, her voice tickling your neck. You're held against her and that delightful heat floods over you. You relax into her hold and wrap one of your arms around her chest. Both of her hand rub at your back.
"I forget you don't get a lot of these," she muses. "So I'll try and remember more."
"You- you don't need to."
"I want to. You're just as worthy of these as anyone else. You earn them far more than you receive them, yeah?" As you nod, one of her hands lifts to stroke the back of your head, fingers interlacing with your hair a little. It feels so good that your eyes flutter. You're glad you're looking over her shoulder so she can't see you on the verge of purring. You sink even more into her hold but if she minds, she doesn't say anything.
You both stand there for a minute or so. You gaze up at the setting sun, still holding Petra close and you can't help but feel that right now the world is just a little bit perfect. Or it would be if something wasn't missing.
Or rather someone.
—
Lady Petra leaves not long after, having mentioned something about her and Lord Levi riding out to her parents' manor nearby. They have requested a private celebration of the engagement over a quiet dinner tonight. You suspect Levi will enjoy that over the noisy party that was the public celebration. You had wondered how much of the celebrations would have been happening at all if it had been left up to him.
You continue reading up until the last of the sunset light vanishes over the horizon. Once it becomes a strain on your eyes, you return to your living quarters which consists of one of many small bedrooms along several corridors, each room with a tiny attached bathroom. In the space between the four corridors is a kitchen, dining area and lounge. Basic but since all the servants have different schedules, the usage is pretty well spread out. As you pass the communal areas, you can see only two or three of your comrades preparing food or relaxing.
You're in your room putting your book away, about to head to the kitchen to make some tea when the knock comes on your door. Anxiety bubbles away at you. Are you in trouble for something? What's happened? You hesitate only briefly before moving to answer the door.
"Oh hey Marco," you greet the young man before you. He meets your curious gaze with a cheerful smile but you take note of the bags around his eyes. He's clearly working a double shift again. He holds a letter out for you. It's addressed to Levi.
"Sorry," he begins. "I know you're off duty."
"It's okay," you tell him with a hand on his arm. Lord Levi is very particular about who he allows in his chambers. "I'll get this to him."
The relief on Marco's face only deepens the tiredness around his eyes. "Thank you."
"You can thank me by taking a rest, Marco, you look exhausted."
His smile turns sheepish. "Both my brothers came down with flu this morning."
Your hand moves to his forehead immediately. "You might have it too, you know?" On first touch, he feels warm but not as warm as you'd expect him to feel. Also the warmth and his flushed face could just be indicators of him doing the work of two brothers today, dropping off letters and running errands for the royal family. Even now, exhausted as he was, he was smiling. Serving the royal family was his entire aspiration.
He gently removes your hand. "I feel okay. Please don't worry. If I had it, I'd be laid up in bed alongside them." He steps back from you.
"At least tell me this is your last job," you plead.
"It is," he laughs tiredly. "I'm going home to my bed, don't you worry."
"Good!" Your enthusiasm is loud and his smile brightens.
"Thanks," he tells you. "I'll see you around."
"I'll see you," you wave him off. You hope he's telling the truth as you watch him disappear down the corridor. He's a pretty sweet kid.
—
Your proven record with cleaning Lord Levi's quarters has earned you the privilege of being able to enter them outside of your working hours and leave any such mail or gifts in his bedroom. You were the envy of some of your colleagues until you pointed out to them that Levi's decorative and practical taste were pretty minimalist at best and so there wasn't much to notice or speculate about.
Night has fallen and, as you stride through the manor hallways, you look out towards the twinkling lights of Central Mitras across the moat surrounding the estate. Above everything, the stars are emerging, along with the moon, painting the sky with silvery light.
Having been working in for Lord Ackerman for eight years now, you know his quarters well enough to navigate things without a candle. You open the door and slip in discreetly. Your boots are are silenced by the thick carpet and you click the door closed carefully.
You falter immediately as several things come to your attention at once.
Rather than being surrounded by almost complete darkness, patches of light from various candles give the room subtle, cozy glows over by the walls. The candles cast more than enough light to illuminate the centre of the room which is Levi's four posted bed, decorated in silks of various blues, upon which the man himself writhes, completely bare, atop Petra whose ginger hair catches the dim light when she shifts her head back to let out a moan. The sounds somehow reach you second. Levi's noises - soft grunts of his thrusts and heavy kisses - are far quieter than the noises of pleasure that roll from Petra's lips.
Levi's long arms stretch above Petra, his hands pinning hers to the pillows. His pale ass thrusts forward again and again in an even rhythm. Oh, you can't look away from the hypnotic movement of it especially when Petra's ankles are hooked over his hips, her feet brushing Levi's ass. You stare at his back muscles, your fingers aching to rub your hands over them, to place your mouth on his heated skin. The very thought hastens to rise of red to your face.
You need to look away. You absolutely need to leave the letter, turn around and just leave them to it.
Why are you still here? Why are you still staring? Why won't your legs move?
Their bodies move beautifully together, you think, watching Petra's hands roam over her lover's back. Her breasts arch up into Levi's chest, nipples pink and forming stiff peaks. The sight sends heat straight to your crotch. Her skin and Levi's glisten with sweat as Levi's hips continue to roll against hers.
Your chest hurts far more than any pain you've ever felt seeing them together and you hate how pathetic it makes you feel. You shouldn't hurt over something like this. You can hear their love in every moan, every murmur and every cry. You can see it in the way Levi kisses Petra, how their bodies caress each other. That's not something to envy, you try and tell yourself. That's something you should welcome. More love in the world. More people marrying for it. But you can't help but hurt because dammit you want this…you want them.
Only a handful of seconds have passed but it feels like longer until the spell is broken.
Their faces snap to yours in a second and reality comes crashing down. As dim as the lighting is, you can see that the pink of Petra's face is deepening. Levi's body has gone rigid and he leans further over Petra like he's shielding her.
"I'm so sorry!" you blurt out, holding up the letter. "A letter came!" You cringe at the word choice. "I didn't realize— I thought you were out. I would never…" you babble, stepping backwards towards the door.
Did I mishear what Lady Petra said? Is it tomorrow they're going out? Even so, I didn't expect them to be doing that before marriage. Your mind begins to stumble over this monumental invasion of privacy that you just committed.
You're a few steps away when you remember the letter again. Levi's desk is all the way across the room. You don't relish the idea of walking around the room while they're getting it on but just dumping the letter isn't going to help your job security right now.
"Just put it on the desk," Levi barks although his tone isn't altogether unkind.
"Yes, my lord," you answer hastily and half run across the room.
It would have been a great way to get in and out had your foot not caught on a fallen piece of fabric - Petra's dress maybe. Your foot jerks out from under you and you topple forwards with a cry. The plushy carpet makes for a comforting landing although it's ruined by a brief, twisting pain in your ankle. Your grunt of pain is muffled by the floor. Seconds pass, as you catch your breath, before a great deal of squeaking sounds come from the bed.
Two still-naked pairs of legs appear in front of you.
"Are you okay?" Petra kneels down, allowing you a very close-up view of her breasts along with other areas when you raise your head. Your already heated cheeks decide to try and surpass themselves. More blood flows into them, deepening your blush into a full on shade of crimson. Your eyes lower from her concerned gaze to the rest of her, involuntarily. If it bothers her, she gives no indication anyway.
"Are you hurt?" Levi asks from behind you. To your amazement, he sounds more concerned than angry.
"Not much," you assure him as you sit up on your right hip, looking back at your left ankle. You reach out to touch it and wince a little as some pain flares up but not loads. If anything, your ankle feels twisted more than damaged. "Think I've just twisted it," you add, conscious of the fact that your face is not that much lower than Levi's crotch and that you can see his reddened tip on the edge of the vision. You try to suppress the arousal that begins to gather between your legs.
"Let me take a look," Levi suggests, his tone softening. You're offered some relief from the proximity of his cock when he crouches down and blocks it from your view. He gently takes hold of your ankle and cradles it between his hands.
Meanwhile Petra puts her hands on your shoulders and leans her head against yours. Your body tingles at the feel of her nipples pressing into your back. "I'm sorry," she murmurs. "I should have hung it somewhere," she says referring to the material on the floor which, it turns out, was her dress.
"My lady. It's fine. I hope I didn't rip it."
"Who cares if you did?" Petra huffs. "I'd rather a ripped dress than you be seriously injured," Her thumbs rub over your shoulders.
"She's not seriously hurt," Levi pronounces after examining your foot. "She'll need to sit for a while and rest it."
"Thank you, my lord, my lady," you murmur. "I'll go and rest up then; leave you both alone." You move to your hands and knees.
Levi stops you with a hand on your back. "Don't try and walk on it yet. Take a few minutes," he tells you, pointing to the edge of the bed. "I'll sit you there." His arms move around your torso and knees, lifting you up, with ease, into a bridal style.
You slide into his chest, your eyes meeting his very bare chest. In that moment you're completely thrown off your guard. Desire burns within you, filling your skin with the need to touch him, to feel his warmth against yours. There's only a tiny part of your brain that is screaming at you to stop staring. The rest is ordering you to lay your head on his shoulder and enjoy the hold as long as you can.
Thankfully, the moment he sits you down, some of your judgement returns to you and pushes past the fog of wanting that has settled around you.
Your flush, which had begun to diminish, returns in haste as you look up at Levi who, apparently unfazed about his own nudity nor has qualms about showing off his ass as he turns to pull Petra back to her feet. Your breath catches loudly and you look away hastily.
"Did I hurt you?" Levi asks hastily.
"No," you answer quickly. In truth, being moved hurt a bit but you're more and more convinced that your ankle is just twisted. "I should really get going, my lord. I can't- I can't sit here while you two are… where you were going too… I mean you're both…"
"Naked?" Levi's lips have tweaked themselves into a teasing smirk. "We're quite aware and I know you've seen me changing in here."
You bow your head. "You make me sound like a peeping-" You shake your head and cover your face with your hands as Levi chuckles.
"I don't mind you seeing me naked," Petra says. You feel the bed shift as she lowers herself next to you. "I trust you," she adds, placing a hand on your thigh.
In that second, you forget about the highly unorthodox situation, the general nakedness and what you walked in on, and simply stare into Petra's eyes. Her hand squeezes your thigh and your body responds immediately, jerking up into her grip. You watch her amber orbs flash downward in curiosity.
The sinking of the bed to your right announces Levi sitting down. He scoffs a little as you look around at him then hastily look away to avoid his crotch.
"Let's not beat about the bush. This interruption is a delay more than an obstacle," he tells you. His words only heighten your embarrassment and yet he is completely calm about being naked next to you.
"Levi!" Petra breathes out with a small huff of laughter.
"What, am I wrong?"
"Well no," Petra agrees with a coy smile and you glance at her, amazed at her lack of embarrassment.
"This… this feels strange my lord," you admit quietly. "I understand your advice but I feel like I'm intruding."
"If you were anybody else, you would be," Levi remarks as he eyes you. "But I think we've known each other long enough to move past this. Is this your first time seeing a naked man?" You're not sure that your face can get much redder but your cheeks warm again and give the endeavour another go.
"Yes, my lord." In other circumstances you might have been offended at the implication of possibility that it wasn't your first time seeing that. However, right now, battling your embarrassment and arousal took precedence.
"Are we making you uncomfortable?" Levi asks with a sigh. "Let me get dressed. I'll help you back to the staff quarters."
"No sir," you answer immediately. "Don't trouble yourself. I'm not uncomfortable, really." Weirdly, this was actually very true. What was making you antsy was your own desire and trying to prevent the nobles either side of you from realizing. That was an embarrassment that would definitely linger.
You move your ankle as it dangles from the bed. The movement sends a small jolt of pain through you.
"Hey, give it a little more time," Petra encourages, stroking your arm gently. It's impossible not to visibly relax under her kind touch. You feel some of your nerves disappear. "You're so tense so often," she murmurs. "How often do you really take care of yourself?"
"I take care of myself."
"I'm not talking food, shower or sleep," Petra pushes on. "Things like bubble baths or sitting in the garden like you did today. Even on your days off, sometimes, I see you hurrying around getting things done."
"She uses her time efficiently," Levi remarks. "It's what makes her an excellent maid." If he notices the way you break into a smile, he says nothing of it.
Petra huffs. "Don't get me started, Levi. You two are like peas in a pod."
You and Levi glance at each other. You could swear he smiles a little.
"I appreciate the concern, Lady Ral, but I do get plenty of rest in my time off."
"Hm," Petra remarks as she squeezes your thigh again. You twitch, your hips shifting forward. Her eyes sweep over you quickly, one pale eyebrow raising itself slowly. She pauses, biting her lip thoughtfully before her fingers climb higher on your thigh. Your breath catches at the movement and you see a small smile dance onto her lovely face.
After another squeeze and glance at your face, she moves her hand an inch or so higher again, making you suspect that she may be testing something out. More and more heat works its way down into your crotch. Your thighs tense up and you can feel yourself tremble a little. The way her eyes jump from your lower body to your face, to your lips, has your breath shivering out of you. Is she… testing you?
"What are you doing?" Levi's voice is low and curious, his gaze fixed on Petra's fingers.
"You know, Levi, we could… try something different tonight," she purrs at him, "That thing we spoke about the other night. Maybe we could do it now?"
It's not often that you get to see Levi falter but a tiny flicker of pink appears in the tops of his cheeks. "You want to ask my maid about…that?"
Petra's own cheeks are warming up now too which makes you feel a great deal better about your tomato face. "We can trust her, however she answers," she reasons, "and she is lovely."
Breathing begins to become more of a challenge, the more you hear. Are they actually talking about…? Would Lord Ackerman really…? You wouldn't have expected Petra to be into that either.
What's most surprising is how exhilarated the idea makes you feel. The thought of both of them touching you, holding you, kissing you. Indecent images flood your brain: Levi filling you up with your legs on his shoulders and his cock buried so deep that he steals your breath, Petra holding you in her arms, hands grabbing fistfuls of your thighs while her mouth paints your neck with kisses and then there's a final image of them both surrounding you, bodies pressed so tightly against yours that you don't know who begins and ends where.
You catch Levi's gaze and notice the way his eyes lower, roaming over your body. You allow your own to drop to his cock which twitches with his stare on you. You swallow and the movement of your throat brings his attention back to your face. The backs of his knuckles brush against your outer thigh and make you shiver. The involuntary moment makes his lips twitch and he repeats the movement. "Very lovely," he agrees. "We could do a lot worse." You huff slightly in amusement and his expression sours momentarily. "I… have no objections," he declares.
Petra's eyes shine a little as she turns to you. "Would… I mean please don't agree to this just to please us but… would you like to join us in, well-"
"Would you like to fuck us?" Levi took over.
"Levi!"
Levi's gaze flicked to Petra. "If we're going to ask, we have to at least say it," the lord answered with a roll of his eyes before he looked back at you. The blush had long left his cheeks now. His eyes were just as sure, just as confident as they normally were.
You shouldn't have your answer already ready. You should need a moment to think about it, to reflect on how out of the blue all of this is. You should be hesitant. You should be shocked. These are all things that your brain tells you but it's not your brain you answer with.
Your blush has reached its maximum peak as you answer. "Yes… yes I want to." Levi's brows both shoot up at once and Petra's smile widens.
"You're sure?" Levi pressed. "Your job is safe, regardless."
You nod again. "I'm certain, my lord." You look over at Petra whose hand has slid all the way up your thigh now. "My lady."
"Tonight, it's Levi…" Levi tells you.
"… and Petra," Petra agrees. "No titles here tonight."
"Okay," you breathe.
"You know, I like a girl who knows what she wants," Petra remarks, smiling at Levi.
"Me too," he murmurs. His eyes dart down to your ankle. "We need to watch her ankle."
Petra nods and pulls at your skirt. "We don't need to undress her completely."
The pair of them take their time in pulling you further up the bed with them without moving your ankle too much. You're soon lying against the pillows, body shivering with anticipation as they begin maneuvering your clothes out of the way. Levi's nimble fingers undo the buttons of your blouse one by one while Petra's hand takes your skirt and pulls it higher and higher until she has it bunched up around your waist, exposing your underwear - correction, your drenched underwear - to the eyes of your lovers for the night.
Levi's other hand follows the skirt, stroking along your thighs deliciously slowly. He leans closer to your clothed pussy. "Someone's excited." He slides his fingers across your covered folds and the burst of pleasure causes your hips to buck into his hands. "Such a horny girl. Guess you liked what you saw when you came in, huh?" he asks, with another glide of his fingers. The hand no longer undoing your blouse, moves to your cheek, his thumb brushing hair out of your face. "So wet."
"So beautiful," Petra breathes as she moves her hands to your bra, lowering the cups and freeing your breasts. She brings her lips down onto your nipple, sucking it into her mouth with a hum. One of your hands flies into her hair as you release a moan. She smiles around your breast and sucks.
"Ah-ah!" you gasp as Levi strokes your folds again, this time pressing his fingers harder against them. You rut your hips into his hand. "Feels so good."
"You're so eager," he murmurs.
He lays down on his side, letting his fingers rub your pussy back and forth. He leans his face close to yours until his nose is brushing your cheek. His lips peck you lightly and you turn your face towards his with a moan. You lift your fingers cautiously to touch his hair. When he doesn't object, you let your fingers explore his raven locks. He presses his mouth to you neck, planting hot kisses that make you tremble and grip his hair harder.
All the while Petra continues sucking on your nipple while her other hand cups your other breast. You emit a little gasp as her fingers tweak your other nipple. Your hand in her hair tightens, puling her locks. Her moan around your breast has your back arching. Pleasurable tingles soar straight down to your core.
You writhe under their slow-building ministrations, letting your gasps and moan fill up the quiet of the bedroom. This feels so much better than your own fingers even if it's an unusual situation.
"She sounds so good," Petra muses as she lifts her head. One of her hands sweeps down over your stomach, drawing shapes on it as her mouth kisses your breast and retakes your nipple gently between her teeth.
"P-Petra…" you whine, your hand in her hair cupping the back of her head. She sucks more insistently, winking at you. You tug on her hair, making her laugh.
"She's so fucking wet," Levi murmurs against your neck. "Bet she'll cum soon." He slides your panties to one side, pressing two fingertips against your clit, chuckling when you buck your hips and let out a cry. "Want us to make you cum? Want us to make that pussy gush?" His fingertips rub circles on your clit and your hips rut against them insistently. His dirty talk only fills your pussy with more arousal.
"Yes please…" you beg.
"So polite," Levi whispers, mouth moving to hover over yours. He claims your lips in a kiss that starts slow, building up as your lips part and you relax into it as it sends your pleasure senses haywire. His fingers move to the rhythm of the kiss which gradually hastens. Your body trembles. He tastes like tea and blackberries. Your tastebuds tingle with delight. Blackberries have always been a weakness for you.
"Hah!" you gasp, away from the kiss as one finger slips inside you, knuckle deep. Your walls close around it and Levi bites back a groan.
"So hot," he murmurs as he begins to stroke inside you, setting a steady pace that yields moan after moan. He nudges Petra's hand on your breast aside and begins planting open -mouthed kisses over your breast.
Petra lifts her hand to cup your cheek instead. You lift your head to meet her kiss. You're not entirely surprised that she tastes like honey. You always though that she might taste as sweet as her heart. It's mixed with an unusual flavour that you can't quite name but then the availability of certain foods to staff is limited even with Levi's generosity. He's simply particular about the foods he has in the manor. You tug her face further into yours with a tug of her hair, you other hand moving to cup her cheek.
Levi's mouth leaves a ring of wet kisses around your nipple while his fingers pump away at you. His hips are moving against you in small thrusts, allowing you to feel his erection pressing against your thigh.
All of this is sending you flying toward your peak. While far from your first ever orgasm, it's the first time you've been attended to by someone else, let alone the two people who have been filling your fantasies for a long time. Part of you prays that you won't wake up in a cold, lonely bed with nothing but sleep crawling away from you. You want this moment to be real, however fleeting it will be. It'll be a memory that no one can take from you.
You lose count of the minutes that pass, between Petra breaking up her kisses to your lips with kisses, sucks and nibbles all over your jaws, neck, shoulders and collarbone, Levi's mouth roaming over your chest and stomach, intermingling kisses with bites, and him adding two more fingers to your soaked, quivering pussy.
The edge doesn't so much as creep up on you as it does fly at you. It barrels into you, loosening your walls and sending your juices gushing out around Levi's fingers as you cry out in pure ecstasy. This is what it means to fly, you think, to see stars and know pure, concentrated pleasure. It steals all of your breath, sends you dizzy and gasping but it's oh so worth it.
Levi's fingers slow their pace in your folds, easing you out of the blinding orgasm and allowing you to slowly catch your breath. You can feel Petra smiling against your neck as she kisses you.
"Good girl," she murmurs in your ear, her fingers caressing your face before sliding down your body until the tips are dancing along your clit. "Can I taste?" You nod, having no breath for speech right now. You watch as she dips her fingers in, brushing against Levi's for a moment, before withdrawing and bringing them back to her mouth. She holds eye contact with you as she sucks her fingers clean. "Mmm, so good," she purrs.
Levi's fingers also withdraw and, to your surprise, he also offers his fingers to Petra. You try not to be disappointed that he doesn't want to taste you.
Petra leans over you and takes her fiance's fingers in your mouth. She sucks them deep, moaning around them, her tongue swirling over each digit. You're hypnotized, as is Levi. Neither of you able to look away as Petra fully enjoys what Levi has to offer. Levi jerks his hip forward, grinding his cock against you. Fuck, you can't blame him. Your lady parts are tingling again after that display.
Petra's fingers have barely left her mouth when Levi shoots forward, lips slamming onto hers with a passionate groan. Any disappointment you might have had about him not wanting to taste you, completely vanish. You watch as Petra meets his kiss with passion of her own, cupping his face as her mouth battles his.
Eventually the need to breath wins out and they pull back, dropping onto their sides either side of you wearing identically dazed expressions. You bring both hands to stroke their hair and hold them close.
"W-wow…" is all you manage to get out.
Petra beams up at you. "So you're satisfied then?" she teases.
You manage the breathiest laugh. "Yeah," you smile, eyeing them both. "That was incredible."
"Yeah," Levi murmurs from your other side. As you turn your face towards him, his lips brush yours softly. His fingers glide across your stomach until he's cupping your breast in his hand, gently rolling it. "Not bad for a fucking crazy decision on your part, then?" he adds, lips twitching. Petra giggles softly.
You nod, fingers toying with his hair. "No regrets," you tell him against his mouth. You kiss him again and his tongue parts your lips, exploring you. He inhales all your moans, toys with your nipple until it's peaked again and rubs his nose against yours. Your body squirm beneath him, your hands moving to his waist to keep him close and make the kiss linger. He murmurs into your mouth as his cock brushes against you again.
He pulls back to breathe and turns his attention to Petra. This time their kiss is slower and sweeter. Although Levi cups her jaw, he doesn't try and dominate the kiss this time. Once again, you can feel their love pouring off them. Only this time, you don't feel sick with envy about it. The relief of that is joyful.
Breaking away, they both gaze down at you. Petra moves first, catching your lips in a light kiss then pulling back just as you lean into it. Levi dips down next, pulling you into an intense and equally brief kiss before withdrawing so that Petra can lean over you again.
Seconds and minutes merge in dizzying clashes of lips, hands wandering over each other, pulling, squeezing, stroking and fondling. Moans, gasps, curses and pleasurable sighs rise up from all three of you, chasing away the quiet.
Petra's hand dives between Levi's legs, stroking his cock. He groans into your mouth as he jerks into Petra's hand. Your right hand moves to cup Levi's ass while your left strokes up Petra's thigh. Both of them rub against you in response. You lick your way across Levi's collarbone while your fingers fly between Petra's legs, stroking at her womanhood. Levi's mouth lowers to take Petra's breast while his hand slips into her pussy, his thumb pressing down on her clit hard. You feel your arousal building up again as you watch them pleasure each other. Levi's hips are bucking into Petra's hand while Petra's panting and whimpering as Levi pistons his fingers in and out of her.
"Shit. Fuck." Levi curses, his eyes rolling back into his head. "Shit, Petra."
"So-so close." Petra whispers.
Your arms snake around them both, pulling them closer to you and each other. Their free arms move underneath you, elevating you. Levi peppers kisses over your face and then Petra's. As soon as his lips move to one of you, the other lunges at his neck, suckling and nipping at the skin there until both sides of his neck are covered in red marks. The rubbing of their bodies against yours is edging you towards another high and you fight back a whimper.
Levi's hips are pumping faster now and his eyes squeeze shut as he loses his rhythm. "Gonna fucking cum," he grunts. His eyes snap back open again to look at Petra. "Ride me," he demands. "Wanna cum in your pussy. Fuck!"
Petra's already shaking like her orgasm is mere seconds away now. However she pushes Levi onto his back and climbs over you to mount him. He pulls her onto his cock, causing them both to groan. He begins thrusting upwards straight away, helping her to bounce on him before she's even established a rhythm. His hands hold her hips, while she braces herself on his chest.
"L-Levi…" she moans. "O-oh god. I-I can't last."
"Then don't," Levi hammers into her from below. "Let me feel you cum. Cum around me. Cum for me, sweetheart." His eyes jump to you then down to your dripping pussy. His breathing is coming out in harsh pants now. "Can… sit…sit….sit on my…face…" he gasps, beckoning you with his fingers. "I'll eat you out."
The thought of his tongue in your pussy, sending you over that glorious precipice again overrides any concerns about pain you might have had. Even Petra is lost in her own pleasure as she rides him. You carefully pull your legs up, trying to minimize the weight being placed on that ankle. Doing so is slower than you'd like and you half expect that he'll come long before you can get into position but you see his jaw clench as he holds himself back. Petra's movements slow as well as you slip a leg over Levi's torso.
His hands take your hips and pull your pussy down over his mouth. His tongue laps at you, flicking over your clit. You cry out, arching your back. He plants his mouth fully on your pussy, lapping your folds and slipping his tongue inside you.
"Fuck, Levi! Oh!" You gasp, your hips rocking against his mouth. His hands cup your ass, encouraging your movements. Behind you, Petra's hands slide around your chest and take hold of your breasts. She squeezes them which only makes your walls clench around Levi's tongue. His curse is muffled inside you.
Levi's stamina is impressive, you note, as neither his mouth on your clit nor his thrusts up into Petra slow down. His growls against your pussy spur you on. It feels like you're rolling, rolling at high speed through a cosmos of ecstasy. The faster you go, the more your body tingles like a pleasant burn. It's not going to be long this time either. You don't care as Levi's tongue curls inside you, hitting a brand new spot of pleasure. You grab onto the headboard to steady your wild hips. Instead of forcing you to slow down, Levi's nails dig into your ass, encouraging you to go faster.
Behind you, Petra whimpers as Levi bounces her on him. "F-feel so f-full…. Ah-ah Levi!" she gasps and stiffens above him, her hips stilling as her orgasm finally hits her. Her grip on your breasts loosens and her cry echoes down your ear.
Levi grunts in approval against your clit. He lifts your pussy off his mouth briefly. "That's it," he praises in a rasping voice. "Fuck. That's it, cum for me." He rubs her hips pounding into her, easing her through her high. He returns to pleasuring you as your own cries continue to soar. "Come on," he encourages you each time he lifts your hips, "you wanna cum again for me?" With each lower of your pussy, his tongue slides back in and finds your sweet spot.
"Levi…" you whimper, inches from your second orgasm of the night. "Oh!" His eyes find yours and there's such focus in them that you don't need him to say the words, to tell you to let go. One swirl of his tongue later and you break on him, gasping and shaking as you're flung back into that high.
Petra's arms keep you upright as she supports your sagging body. She's sufficiently descended enough to talk. "You did good," she tells you with a kiss on the temple."You did so good." She kisses your shoulder. "Your turn Levi. You can cum now."
Levi grunts in response, still drinking up your cum. You whimper at the movement of his tongue inside you. You stroke his cheek, catching your breath. You climb off him and topple back onto the bed. You don't plan on stifling his breathing through his orgasm and, honestly, you just want to flop. Your ankle twinges as you land but you're too high on your orgasm to care much.
"Fill me up, Levi. Fill me, please." Petra is saying as she rocks on Levi.
Levi's heavy breathing finally cracks. His eyes shut and a prolonged moan escapes as he tumbles over the edge. His thrusts turn erratic as he empties himself inside Petra who's holding herself up on his chest to stay upright. As Levi continues to thrust upward, she lays herself down on his chest, stroking his face and quietly coaxing him. It's a sweet sight to behold as your eyelids begin to close.
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When you wake up, you find you and Petra are both curled up into Levi's sides. Levi's arms have wrapped around yours and Petra's shoulders. Petra's sleepy face is making a pillow of Levi's right pec. You've taken up the left. Exhaustion weighs down on you and you cling to the Levi's chest some more, trying to chase after the warm comfort of sleep again.
"You okay?" Levi asks, his fingers stroking your upper back.
You manage the faintest of laughs as you nestle into him. "Don't think the word okay quite does this justice." Petra giggles softly and even Levi huffs tiredly.
"Tonight was good," Petra murmurs. Amber eyes seek out Levi's slate ones in concern.
"It was," he agrees. He glances across the room. "And to think, you only came here to deliver a letter. Talk about going above and beyond," he scoffs.
It's your turn to chuckle, as your mind jumps to your two orgasms. "You're not wrong." But, as you told him earlier, you have zero regrets.
"Levi's doing pretty well so far," Petra teases with a smirk, "He hasn't kicked us out of bed to have the sheets changed and run a bath yet." She's already drifting off even as she finishes talking. She burrows her face in Levi's neck and his hand on her back moves to cup her nape. He kisses her forehead with a huff.
"Well she's gone," Levi mutters and nods to your ankle. "Not the best idea to have you traipsing that shitty ankle around just yet." He sighs and rubs both of your backs. "It can wait until morning," he adds.
"Thank you," you murmur as sleep begins to lure you back in again. "I'll get right on it."
"Tch. No, you won't. You're taking some time off to rest that ankle. I'm not losing a competent maid because she overdid things on an injury."
"Mmmmm…okay," you agree before finally succumbing to sleep's embrace.