Betty's Birthday Breakfast

by

RobertCop3

So, this is an idea that I started writing on November 1st, Elisabeth Blanctorche's birthday, after I learned that it was her birthday, and it's inspired by two things. The first is some Iroha fanart I stumbled across on Pixiv. And the second is LordRyuTJ's fic "SNK Heroines: Tournament of Dignity." In that continuity, Iroha is Elisabeth's maid (presumably after being ripped from her century and placed in the present day by Verse, as Ryu's fic seems to take place after KoF XIV), and I came up with an AU timeline unrelated to what LordRyu is doing (first seen in my fics "Fringe Benefits" and "Leather and Lace") where the two are also in a dom/sub sexual relationship.

Part of me kind of hates that I keep coming up with moments for these two. Because I have no problems with the Ash/Elisabeth pairing. But damn it, part of me just thinks that in an AU, Betty/Iroha are so damn cute together! I got the idea of Elisabeth's sexual kink because of her character designs. We have the riding crop in the old ones, and then in her latest model for KoF XV, there's elements of her outfit that give off a dominatrix vibe, and it feels deliberate. And then Iroha's personality just seems perfect for a submissive. So these little fics just keep writing themselves. I think it's safe to say they're probably my new "naughty pairing."

Anyway, I'm half-sorry I keep writing these, but I still hope you enjoy it (and that LordRyu does, too, because I blame him for these fics existing), and as always, feedback is welcome.

All characters are the property of SNK/Playmore. I don't own them or the video games.


The curtains in the master bedroom of Blanctorche Manor had just been pulled open, revealing the sunrise on a brisk autumn day outside. Inside, on the comfortable four-poster bed, the lady of the house stretched under the sheets and rubbed sleep from her bright blue eyes. A rare smile crept across her full lips as she remembered what day it was. Which hadn't meant much to her in the past, but this year, she looked forward to celebrating it.

And the reason for that was just finishing tying back the curtains, and then moving to the foot of the bed to bend at the waist in a dutiful bow. "Bonne anniversaire, Madame Blanctorche!" Iroha, her maid, spoke in a cheerful voice.

Elisabeth sat up in the bed, and her faithful servant quickly stood upright and moved to help arrange the pillows against the headboard for her. The noblewoman smiled, stretched again, took a moment to adjust the soft, sheer sky-blue fabric of her nightie around the ample swell of her breasts. "Merci beaucoup, ma cherie!" She answered, leaning back against the cushions Iroha had propped up for her.

"Je vous en prie, Madame," the busty maid answered. "Je suis heroux de servir."

Elisabeth smiled at the shape-shifter. When they'd first met, the younger woman had seemed so scared of her surroundings and didn't speak a word of French. Which was okay, because Elisabeth was fluent in Japanese. Now, to see how much the maid out of time had learned since she'd started working here… the lady couldn't help but inwardly feel pride towards her housekeeper (who was also now her lover). "You're getting so much better, Iroha," she spoke in the other girl's native language. "Even your accent is excellent."

Iroha returned the smile, bowed dutifully again. "Because I have an excellent teacher, Madame," she said modestly. "I've learned many valuable lessons from her. Not just in language."

Elisabeth beckoned her closer with one finger, her smile growing a bit more wicked. "Flattery will get you everywhere, my pet."

Iroha's cheeks turned pink around the edges, but it only served to draw Elisabeth's blue eyes to those angelic cheekbones of hers. She leaned forward, and was rewarded with a kiss on the lips from her mistress.

After they finished, Iroha stood straight again. "I've prepared a special breakfast for you, Madame!" She said, and moved to the dresser-top, where a tray table rested. Seeing her from behind now, Elisabeth noticed that her garb was different today. Usually, when Iroha's back faced her, she was used to getting an eyeful of the buxom beauty's huge, plump buttocks, on full display, with only a skimpy black thong providing any particle of decency.

Today, that incredible butt was actually covered by a skirt. A short one, to be sure, the hem barely reaching to mid-thigh, but that only drew the eye to the black satin stockings that she still wore. Elisabeth was admiring those beautifully fit gams, but in doing so noticed that instead of her wooden sandals, Iroha was wearing a pair of black leather pumps which also had clasps around the ankles.

When her lover reached the dresser, picked up the tray, and turned back towards her, Elisabeth saw that her usual "fan-service lingerie" interpretation of a maid's uniform had been replaced by an actual dress, though this one was still revealing: black and form-fitting, the neckline plunging and also square-shaped, revealing the upper halves of Iroha's very generous breasts. White lace trim adorned both the neckline and the long sleeves. Even her headdress was different, a white silk hat that looked almost like a doily tied over her raven hair, which she'd done up into a bun. The look was completed by the white apron knotted about her waist.

"You look different today, Iroha," she remarked. "Not in a bad way, but… it's not your usual choice of uniform."

Her lover's sparkling baby blue eyes shone with pride. "Yes, Madame. In honor of your birthday, I've been researching French Maids, and thought as a nice surprise for you, I would change my outfit today to better suit your culture."

To her surprise, the noble woman started laughing. And laughing. And laughing. Soon her eyes were watering, and her hands went to her side. "Ooooh, Mon Dieu!" She said. "I'm going to bust a gut!"

The entire time, Iroha stood there with confusion marring her beautiful face. After a minute, it looked like she might be on the verge of tears, so Elisabeth forced herself to stop laughing. "What… what's wrong, Madame? Why are you laughing? Don't you like it?"

She smiled, wiped a tear from the corner of one blue eye. "I appreciate your efforts, Iroha, I truly do. I think it's a beautiful outfit and you look stunning in it. But… the whole idea of the French Maid is… well, it's like the French Fry or French Toast. It could have less to do with France!" Another chuckle escaped her lips.

Iroha blinked rapidly, her long black lashes fluttering like wings. Then she smiled and gave a small bow, bending as low as her burden would let her. "My apologies, Madame Blanctorche. If… this outfit offends you, I can take it off." The gleam in those radiant blue eyes became just a little mischievous. "Or, I will… submit myself to any punishment you see fit."

Elisabeth's own blue eyes began to shine with a wicked gleam, which quickly went away. That could come later. For now, it wouldn't do to leave that poor woman standing there holding the loaded tray all day. "Tempting, but… I'm hungry."

"Of course, Madame," Iroha said with a warm smile. She carried the tray forward and set it on the birthday girl's lap, the smile growing wider when she saw her mistress's look of delight at its bounty. There was a plate of Eggs Benedict, another containing some of Iroha's apple scones (with a small pot of honey on the side, complete with dipper for drizzling), and another bowl with a medley of fresh berries. There was a steaming mug of hazelnut coffee (with milk and sugar, should she require it), and also two mimosas.

"You've outdone yourself, my dear," Elisabeth said to her lover, and picked up one of the flutes. "And I'm glad to see you fixed two of these."

Iroha picked up the other flute, offered it to the French woman in a toast. "Happy Birthday, milady." They clinked their glasses, and then the maid rose from the edge of the bed, pulled out a feather duster which she'd tucked into her cleavage by the handle. "You enjoy. I'll just… busy myself tidying up your room."

So Iroha began her routine, walking around the Master Bedroom and dusting whatever seemed to need it, occasionally sipping the drink she held in her other hand. After sticking an unfolded napkin into the front of her nightie, Elisabeth picked up her silverware and tucked into the main dish. As always, the crane maid's skills as a chef, and the way she'd adapted to modern kitchen technology, never failed to impress her. The hollandaise sauce was rich but light as silk, and the eggs perfectly poached, whites nice and firm while the yolks were runny.

Eggs had become a breakfast mainstay at Blanctorche Manor ever since Elisabeth had taken in the temporally displaced beauty, and Iroha's explanation that she "farmed" them had left the French aristocrat with a brain-teaser. She knew something was going on under her roof, and since it was her roof, she was determined to find out what. She swallowed her bite and picked up her mimosa, swirling it for a moment before taking a sip. "You know, Iroha, someday, I will get to the bottom of where these eggs are coming from."

This got a giggle from the crane-turned-human, who was dusting one of the bedposts. It was elicited by Elisabeth's word choice, since one could say that the older woman had already done so many times in the past, whenever she'd eaten her lover's ass.

This caused Elisabeth to cock one eyebrow. "What's so funny?"

"Oh.. nothing, Madame," Iroha quickly said. "Just… a joke I heard recently. I think you will get to the bottom of it someday. Maybe you already have."

For a moment, her dominant lover thought about using "Madame Blanctorche" to order the younger woman into telling her what she wanted to know, but in the end, she decided it would be more fun to learn the truth on her own. So she simply told Iroha to carry on, and went back to her breakfast. After finishing the Benedict, she tried one of the maid's fresh-baked apple scones, which were still warm, the melted butter filling their little nooks quite nicely, and they tasted even better with honey drizzled on top. Iroha had discovered this recipe shortly after summer had turned into autumn, and it had been a welcome addition to Elisabeth's morning meals. Between all the egg breakfasts and treats like these, she thought, popping the last bite in her mouth, it's a good thing my lifestyle keeps me active, otherwise I'd have needed to get my riding trousers resized more than once by now.

After eating another scone (this one with both berries and honey on top), the lady of the manor sipped her coffee and watched Iroha work the room. The maid was dusting the dresser now, her back turned to her lover, and she was bent at the waist, causing her short black skirt to ride up high on her hips, giving Elisabeth a good look at what lay beneath: that huge, plump butt, looking extremely inviting surrounded by the virginal white silk of the dress's petticoat.

"Oops!" The clatter of the feather duster slipping from Iroha's hand to the ground was followed by the sound of her giggling. "Butterfingers!" She bent even lower to retrieve the duster from the floor, the skirt now riding up past her hips, causing the luscious swell of that fine, thick booty to be more prominently displayed. Also visible now was the gap between Iroha's shapely thighs, and if the costume she wore had come with panties, those had clearly been left in the buxom cutie's bedroom, as Elisabeth could see the pink pearl of her snatch, plain as day.

"Oh, darn it! I just can't seem to get a hold of this! It sure is slippery!" Iroha seemed to be having "trouble" getting her hands around the feather duster, and was shaking her hips in the process, causing her exposed butt cheeks to bounce slightly up and down in time with these movements.

The lady of the manor sat there, for a moment mesmerized by the show. Then she set her coffee and bib down on the tray, placed it on the nightstand. That done, she slipped a hand down the front of her nightie, began to fondle one of her large breasts. Iroha claimed to hate the nickname "Butt-Maid," but she clearly knew what turned her mistress on, and seemed to enjoy showing off her ass to the dominatrix.

Elisabeth sucked in a sharp breath of air, her fingers now closing around her hardening nipple, pinching and rolling it, the heat starting to work its way down through her belly towards her smooth-shaven womanhood. Finally, Iroha seemed to find the duster and stood upright again. She took a moment to adjust herself, shaking that delectable rump while she pulled the fabric of her skirt back down over it. "Sorry I'm so clumsy, Madame," she said, turning her head to face the other woman.

Elisabeth barely managed to get her hand out from inside her sleepwear in time, and opened her mouth to respond… but found nothing came out. Iroha giggled, flashed her a wink, and then walked to the window, once again bending at the waist to let the skirt ride up while she dusted the sill. Elisabeth found her cheeks turning a little red, but at the same time, she couldn't help but admire her submissive lover. Iroha had learned so much from their sexual games, and had become the perfect Yin to the French woman's Yang: finding ways to passively show defiance and invite punishment from her mistress, keeping their role-play light and fun.

She certainly is cheeky today. In more ways than one. Time for Madame Blanctorche to assert her dominance over her lovely slave. Elisabeth picked her mimosa up off the tray, drained what was left in the glass, then set it back down and rose from the bed.


Iroha was still bent at the waist, happily doing her chores, and hoping that her lover had been enjoying the show so far. Since she had planned this, she wasn't startled at all when she felt a hand roughly yank her skirt up past her waist, flipping it so it was inside out, followed by the other hand smacking her hard on her plump, juicy butt.

The sting of Elisabeth's palm sent a wave of painful pleasure racing through the maid. She turned her head to see her lady standing behind her, visage stern, but her steel-blue eyes showing that small sparkle of warmth, which was always there even when she was in dominant mode.

"What am I going to do with you, slut?" She snapped at the shape-shifter. "Showing up for duty without your underwear, shaking this ass at me…" Another stinging slap on Iroha's butt, and then she said: "Don't you have any shame?"

Iroha's expression turned more pouty, pursing her full lips. "You're right, Madame Blanctorche. I am a shameless slut. I'm a naughty little maid who deserves to be punished. Are… are you going to punish me?" Her tone sounded hopeful.

The noble woman's blue-eyed gaze turned upwards, both hands gripping her lover's backside now, fingers curling and uncurling in that soft butt fat while she considered. "Well… it's what you deserve, but… it is my birthday, so I'm feeling generous today. I'll let you off easy, but… you know what I want from you." Her hands moved away from Iroha's butt to grip the thin shoulder straps of her own nightie, slipping them down and letting the sheer garment slither to the ground at her feet, leaving her completely nude. "All right, then," she snapped. "On your knees, bitch!"

Iroha remained in her current position, bent at the waist with her butt exposed to her lover. "Um… right here, Madame? We're… in front of the window. The curtains are open. What… what if someone sees us?"

Her question was answered by another slap on her rear. "Are you questioning me, slave?"

"N-no…"

Another meaty slap, which made Iroha's butt jiggle for a moment. "No, what?"

A shudder of pleasure ran through the maid's body. "No, Madame Blanctorche." She then turned around to face her lover, her normally sweet baby blue eyes now glazed with lust when she saw her mistress standing there with her voluptuous body fully exposed. Iroha quickly moved to her knees, bringing her head level with Elisabeth's shaved pussy, which was damp and glistening in the morning sunlight streaming through the bedroom window.

From where she knelt, Iroha could smell the heady scent of arousal wafting from Elisabeth's nethers, and the thought that her show just now had turned her mistress on was also causing the blue-eyed beauty to get wet beneath her skirt. If I had worn panties they'd be soaked right now, she thought. Then she gazed up at her lover, her full lips pursed. Elisabeth looked down, folded her arms over her breast, her countenance still stern. "Well, what are you waiting for?" She asked her submissive. "Lick."

"As you command, Madame." Her hands wrapping around the pleasing swell of Elisabeth's own shapely butt, the voluptuous vixen brought her lips to the other woman's smooth mound. She started out the way she knew her mistress liked, planting a series of quick, pecking kisses up and down Elisabeth's swollen labia, before using her tongue, first sliding it up and down those moist pink folds, every now and then switching from broad strokes to faster little flicks.

Elisabeth shut her eyes, lips quivering in ecstasy, hands gripping the tight ebony bun Iroha's hair was done up in. As always, the tongue work was superb. It had been quite a few years since the lady of the house had taken a lover, either male or female, whose oral skills came close to those of the sexy Butt-Maid. Her desire began to flow more earnestly, pussy growing wetter as Iroha continued her licking. "Oooh, yes, my darling!" Elisabeth moaned, her hands at the back of Iroha's head, pressing her face harder against the older woman's hot, wet muff. "Ooooh, that's so good!"

Then, she remembered that she was supposed to be the one in control. So she cast her gaze downward at Iroha, giving a reproachful look that went unseen, as the maid was too engaged in her sapphic feasting. "Aaaaah," she half-cried, trying to sound authoritative. "You… look very natural in that position, Iroha. N… not that I'm… surprised. Uuuuuuh! A… slut's proper place is… on her kn-knees. M...maybe I should… order you to… stay on your knees for the rest of the day… and… force you t-t-to service the rest of… my staff. I… bet you'd like that, you… fucking whore. Being forced to… eat their pussies, and… suck their dirty cocks, letting them… cum all over that sweet, slutty face! Uuuuuuuh! I-iroha, the… cum-dumpster Has a… nice ring to it, I think!"

She gasped again as Iroha tickled a rather sensitive spot, then smirked down at her. "I… t-t-take it by… your silence that… you agree? Not that I'm surprised. I've never… seen such a dirty, horny bitch in… all my life!"

Hearing her mistress speak like that was causing the heat to rise exponentially in Iroha's nethers, burning brightly and spreading upwards through her stomach and breasts. It also caused her to lick more fervently, tongue now pushing past Elisabeth's outer lips to flick even deeper inside. In tandem with this, she did that trick the older woman liked where her teeth gently stroked the outer labia.

"Aaaaah, Mon Deiu!" Elisabeth threw her head back and began to moan louder. Not caring if anyone outside was looking in, she grabbed the curtain with one hand to steady herself, then lifted one leg, placed her foot on the window-sill, spreading herself a little wider to allow Iroha better access to her liquid center. Iroha took full advantage of this, tongue lashing ever deeper, flicking at the soft pink walls of the noble woman's love tunnel.

"Aaah, yes! Lick it! Lick it, you… filthy little whore! I… I bet this is turning you on! You're… such a shameless… horny slut that you're… probably soaking wet right now. B-b-but… I forbid you to touch yourself… until you've… made your mistress cum!"

Which would likely be soon. Iroha was now alternating between flicking her tongue inside Elisabeth's sex and also teasing the hardened pink bud of her sensitive clit. Her hands had also moved from the swell of the French woman's buttocks, now reaching up to grope and fondle those large, beautiful breasts, squeezing and stroking all her soft, bountiful flesh, thumbs occasionally flicking across the stiff peaks of her nipples.

Elisabeth's moaning filled the bedroom, and she was trying very hard to keep her balance amidst the onslaught of pleasure. "Ah, oui!" She cried. "Oui! Lèche-moi, salle putain! Oooooooh, je vais jouir! Je vais…" Any further words died in her throat, replaced instead by a scream of pleasure that shook the bedroom walls as a powerful orgasm exploded in her loins and spread to encompass the rest of her body. Iroha's lips latched onto her mistress's rapidly convulsing pussy, tongue lapping at the hot juices that gushed out of her.

Finally spent, Elisabeth took her foot off the sill and stood there with her face flushed, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She was a bit unsteady on her feet, and though Iroha wanted to stand and put an arm around her for support, she'd not been given any command from Madame Blanctorche to get up. So she remained kneeling, hands on the older woman's hips, licking the last traces of sweet, tangy nectar still clinging to those soft nether-lips.

In truth, Elisabeth wouldn't have minded a helping hand. But the "Madame" in her couldn't help but admire her slave's obedience, so she said nothing. When she felt she was able to move, she walked back to the bed, sat on its edge and crossed her long legs. Iroha knelt demurely, hands folded in in front of her apron, head bent but her baby blue eyes still looking expectantly up at her lover.

The noble woman gave a warm smile and gestured with one hand. "Rise."

Iroha stood, pulled her skirt back down to its hemline, and waited for further commands. Though her eyes still admired Elisabeth's naked body: wide hips and slender midriff, well-muscled arms toned through both training and also her daily handling of horse's reins, and those large melon breasts only slightly smaller than Iroha's ample bust. Finally, the French woman smiled.

"That was incredible, as always, ma cherie," she purred. "Once again, you've served your Madame well. Now it's my turn." She motioned the maid forward with one come-hither finger. "Come here. But… lose the dress first."

Iroha gave a small curtsy with her full lips puckered. "Oui, oui, madame!" A short time later, the French maid dress was discarded on the floor, and Iroha lay on the bed wearing only her stockings, shoes, and headdress. Elisabeth was laying on her side next to the buxom cutie, the serving dish of honey from her breakfast tray in one hand. The black-haired woman was using the dipper to drizzle the sweet, sticky fluid over the warm, vast expanse of her lover's breasts.

Iroha shuddered, squirming with anticipation. The heat between her legs, which had already been burning brightly, was reaching critical levels. Especially when Elisabeth leaned in to lick the honey off her breasts, tongue moving in very slow, deliberate strokes, those bright blue eyes occasionally glancing up at the maid just so.

A whimper escaped her lips when Elisabeth brushed the bulbous wooden head of the dipper against the stiff peak of Iroha's nipple, coating it with a generous amount of honey. Then the noble woman took the nipple into her mouth, sucking up every last drop of the nice-smelling goo while her tongue flicked over the maid's hardened nub, and ran circles around her areole. Iroha arched her back and cried out louder, her hand starting to inch downwards towards her hairless sex.

Elisabeth paused in her worship of the shape-shifter's lovely breasts to wrap her long fingers around Iroha's wrist. "Patience, my pet," she whispered. "That's always been one lesson you've had trouble learning. I will take care of you, but… you know what a gourmet I am. I always like to savor a truly fine meal. So relax." She smiled and tickled Iroha's lips with her tongue.

"I… will try, Madame," Iroha managed, though she raised her arms up over her head, hands gripping the pillows, in an effort to resist temptation.

Elisabeth nodded and then resumed her meal, spreading some honey over the opposite nipple and taking even longer to suck that one clean. Then she shifted position, moving down towards the foot of the bed. Her body tingling with excitement, Iroha spread her stocking clad legs, allowing her mistress access to her peach-clean pussy.

Instead of moving in right away, the aristocratic woman dunked dipper's wooden head back into the honey pot, then drizzled more of the sticky sweetness onto Iroha's succulent body. She lingered at the maid's navel, allowing a generous amount to pool there, and then moved the dipper downwards, leaving a trail of honey on Iroha's shaved mons.

Iroha gasped and blew out a shaky breath when Elisabeth drizzled more honey onto her pink cleft, the sensation of the cooler liquid against her warm, throbbing labia sending a shudder of pleasure racing through her. Now she couldn't help but at least fondle her own breasts, her fingers pinching and twerking her large nipples, still damp with honey and her lover's saliva.

Elisabeth allowed her that at least, and took a moment to admire her handiwork. She then placed the pot back on the nightstand and set to her task. Hands gripping the tight, silky flesh of Iroha's thick thighs, she gently ran the tip of her tongue through the honey pooled in the maid's navel. Then her lips traveled down through the trail she'd made, licking it up with small sipping kisses., which only drove Iroha even madder, fondling her own breasts with more intensity. "S'il vous plait, Madame…" she whimpered. "Oh, s'il vous plait…"

After taking a few more seconds to lap up every last bit of honey on her lover's smooth mons, Elisabeth's full lips at last made contact with Iroha's aching nethers. The reaction was instantaneous, the buxom maid arching her head and crying out in a long, loud moan of unbridled bliss. Elisabeth continued her meal, her tongue lashing at the folds of Iroha's sex. Her discerning palate loved the way the sweet taste of the honey spread on the maid's lower lips mingled with the more piquant flavor of her love juices.

I'll have to do this more often, she thought. I think I just found my new favorite dessert. Iroha was enjoying it as well, writhing on the mattress and moaning as Elisabeth's lips and tongue worked her aching pussy with a skill to rival the crane-maid's. The older woman paused just long enough to grab the pot and drizzle more honey onto Iroha's sopping wet womanhood, then she resumed her licking.

"Ooooh, Madame!" Iroha cried, one hand now stroking Elisabeth's own raven hair. "Oooh it's so good. Please… please make me cum!"

Elisabeth paused again, licking her lips while her fingertips gently stroked up and down her lover's satiny folds. "Spread your legs a little wider, Iroha," she whispered, to which the maid quickly complied. "That's a good little fuck-slave." Now that she had easier access, she shoved two fingers roughly up into Iroha's dripping pussy, burying them to the knuckle. This earned another cry from the horny submissive which shook the bedroom walls.

Moving with purpose, like everything else she did, her fingers started to pump Iroha's moist slit, while her lips wrapped around the younger woman's clit, expertly teasing it with both teeth and tongue, earning a symphony of moans and whimpers from the wide-bottomed beauty. "Oh, yes, Madame! Yes! Uuuuuh! Oh, I'm so close! Please… keep going!"

Elisabeth pumped faster, fingers becoming a blur, while her tongue flicked rapidly against Iroha's hardened pink love-button. She kept it up for just another minute, pushing Iroha right to the edge of what would have been a heavenly release… and then she abruptly stopped, pulling her fingers out and moving up onto her knees on the bed.

"Ooooooh, Madame," Iroha pouted, squirming slightly on her back. The intense liquid fire between her legs had been stoked into an inferno, and it was driving her mad. "Why… why did you stop? Have I displeased you? Am… am I being punished?"

Elisabeth had been licking Iroha's nectar from her fingers, and paused to fix her submissive with a stern, ice-blue glare. "Are you questioning me, slave?"

Iroha blew out a shaky breath, though the ache in her loins was making it hard to focus. "No, Madame."

"Very well, then," the busty noble said, and quickly took control again. She grabbed Iroha's left leg and gently lifted it so it was raised to the ceiling. She then straddled the opposite thigh with her own legs. Iroha knew what was coming, and any silent protest was once more replaced by the warmth of anticipation.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, she felt the French beauty's smooth-shaven muff pressing against her own. Still straddling the maid's right thigh, Elisabeth began to grind her crotch against Iroha's, her wet, aching nether-lips sliding up and down the other woman's. Iroha's raised leg rested against Elisabeth's ample chest, and the noble woman caressed it with one hand while she continued pumping with her hips, feeling the intense heat and softness of her lover's flesh even through the satin stocking.

Both of them were moaning now, their hairless pussies growing steadily wetter, reducing the friction between them. But this only made the pleasure more intense as the birthday girl continued to slide up and down Iroha's slick womanhood with her own.

"Aaaah, Madame! Ooooh, you look so sexy right now."

"Haaaaaah! As… do you, my pet. Always nice to see you with your legs spread… like… the naughty little slut you are!"

"Uuuuh! Oh, yes, Madame! I'm a naughty little slut. Oooooh, please teach me a lesson! H-harder!"

Elisabeth pressed her crotch even closer to Iroha's and rubbed more vigorously. When their clits touched, it was like a current of sexual electricity shot through their pussies. The noble woman screamed out loud and brought her other hand down on Iroha's meaty rump with a loud smack that echoed like a gunshot through the bedroom. While she continued to gyrate with her hips, her hand squeezed and fondled all the maid's thick, luscious booty meat.

The moaning between them grew more intense, as did Elisabeth's slick womanhood sliding up and down Iroha's own pussy. Every time their clits touched it sent fresh waves of ecstasy racing through their systems like a powerful drug, pushing them closer to their inevitable climax.

"Oh, Madame! It feels so good! Ooooooh, I'm almost there!"

"M-moi aussi, ma cherie!"

"Aaaaa! Madame… it's… it's happening! I'm… I'm…"

Iroha threw her head back and cried out in passion as her orgasm took her, exploding like liquid thunder in her loins. Elisabeth reached the breaking point seconds later, her screams mingling with her lover's as her pussy went through its own convulsions. Pressed together as they were, each felt the pulse of the other's womanhood as it contracted repeatedly, drenching their loins in warm, feminine nectar.

Iroha gave one final shudder and went limp. Elisabeth was spent shortly after and collapsed on top of her slave, both of them breathing hard, waiting for the world to stop spinning.

"Merci beaucoup, Madame," Iroha panted after a few minutes, when she felt her heart rate finally begin to slow. "Thank you for making your fuck-slave cum."

"Le plasir ètait pour moi… ma cherie," Elisabeth said, and planted a slow, deep kiss on those soft, inviting lips.

Iroha smiled up at her lover, seeing the warmth that now filled the older woman's blue eyes, indicating their game of dominance was over. "Hold me?" She asked.

Elisabeth rolled off of her, smiled as she leaned back on the pillows and held out her arms. "Come here."

Iroha quickly did as asked, crawling to where Elisabeth lay, and was quickly wrapped in a caring embrace. She sighed and rested her head on the soft pillow of that ample bosom, while Elisabeth cradled her in her arms, her fingertips softly caressing the small of Iroha's back, while she enjoyed the maid's pleasing post-coital scent: the sweet smell of her sweat, and how it mingled with the jasmine and vanilla notes of Iroha's favorite Japanese perfume.

After several minutes of snuggling and cooling down from their love play, the two women were soon laying on their sides above the covers, taking turns feeding one another the fruit left over from Elisabeth's breakfast. The lady of the manor lifted a plump red strawberry from the bowl, and gripping it between thumb and forefinger, used its tip to softly caress the supple curve of Iroha's hip, then up her midriff, over her breasts, finally reaching the maid's soft, full lips.

Iroha smiled and took the fruit into her mouth, sensuously sucking her lover's fingertip for just a moment before pulling back and starting to chew. Elisabeth gave her submissive a warm smile. "Now that was a birthday breakfast."

The voluptuous cutie giggled and took another strawberry from the bowl. Shifting position so that she was now lying on her stomach, she placed it on the pronounced dimple at the apex of of her copious butt cheeks, and then faced the older woman with an innocent smile, upper body propped up on her elbows. "I trust everything was to your liking, milady?"

Elisabeth's smile was a bit more wicked, as she leaned forward, placed several kisses on the smooth, silky-soft curve of her lover's ample butt, also giving it a playful slap with her fingertips, before finally taking the berry between her teeth and lifting it off Iroha's succulent body. She bit off the bottom half, then answered with her mouth full. "Everything was delicious, my pet. Très delicieux et dèlectable." She took the half-eaten fruit and used it to trace a circle around the soft areole of Iroha's plump nipple, before feeding her the rest. As before, Iroha took a moment to suck Elisabeth's fingertip before consuming the fruit.

"That's good. I'm very happy I could please you, milady," the dutiful servant said after swallowing. She then picked up a large, juicy blackberry, and placing it between her front teeth, leaned forward to offer it to the other woman. Elisabeth also leaned forward, used her tongue to snatch up the berry, but not before the two shared a deep, wet kiss. She chewed with vigor, loving how the sweet berry juice mingled with the tangier taste of her own nectar, which still coated Iroha's lips.

"Of course, you realize," Elisabeth said, placing one hand on her lover's shoulder. "That none of that matters to me unless it was good for you too." She plucked up a pitted cherry and offered it to Iroha, who accepted with her tongue.

After chewing and swallowing for a moment, she extended her tongue again, with the cherry stem resting on it, tied in a perfect knot. She dropped it into the bowl, then found a nice, sweet raspberry for her mistress. "It was fantastic," she said, offering Elisabeth the fruit. "Madame Blanctorche takes excellent care of her slaves."

Elisabeth accepted the berry with her tongue, and after feeding Iroha one of her own, she curled her legs up to her body, tucking her knees under her chin, and wrapped her arms around her shins. "Well, slave singular. But that's okay, because you're all I want. And I'm happy I could please you, too. These games we play aren't fun if you're not getting off as much as I am." The look in her bright blue eyes turned more wistful. If only… things were different.

Back when she and Iroha had first become lovers, both women entered into this relationship understanding it could never be anything more than physical. Iroha's heart belonged to another, but she was currently in a time and place that was not her own, separated from the man she loved by a few centuries (and taken from him at a time when she was undergoing a sexual awakening, before she had a chance to tell him how she felt). Someday they'd find a way to send the beautiful crane-maid back to the past where she belonged, and then she could finally profess her feelings to her Master. When that day came, the two women knew they would have to say goodbye.

So all they could offer one another was sex with no emotional strings. But still… Elisabeth could not deny that she did feel an affection for Iroha. She tried to tell herself it was foolish, but she also couldn't deny that some warm feeling was there. Iroha could see the turmoil clouding her mistress's eyes, and asked: "Is everything all right, milady?"

Like that, the look was gone and Elisabeth flashed a warm smile, shifting position on the bed again. "I'm fine, Iroha. It's my birthday, and for this one at least, I have what I want." She leaned forward, captured the other woman's lips in a tender kiss. Then she placed the fruit bowl back on the tray and took Iroha into her arms.

The two snuggled for a little longer, and then Elisabeth felt the younger woman shift position slightly. "That was a clever idea you had just now, milady, but I think I might still have some honey stuck to my cooch," she said with a giggle.

"Well, we'll be getting in the shower now," the French noble said, giving her lover a kiss on the forehead before she rose from the bed. "Much as I would love to stay in bed with you all day, I have plans. I'll be going into Paris to do some shopping, and also to meet Shen and Duo for lunch. I'd like you to accompany me."

"Of course, milady. I'm at your service."

She flashed her lover a devilish smile. "I'd also like you to wear that cute little French Maid costume when we go, but… let's continue to leave the panties off, shall we?"

Iroha giggled. "As you wish, milady."

"Though you may want to change your stockings. Those might be a little dirty."

Iroha shifted position again. She'd been laying on her side with her thighs pressed together, and could feel how damp the lacy cuffs of her stockings were, having been soaked by both hers and Elisabeth's nectar. "Yes, milady, that would be prudent. I think I have some of my clothes in your dresser."

The older woman chuckled. "I think you do as well, but I wouldn't really call any of those items 'clothing,' my dear."

Now Iroha rose from the bed as well, laughter escaping her lips. "You're so bad, milady!"

Elisabeth gave her lover's butt another playful smack. "And you like it, you dirty little girl." She laughed again and then started towards the Master Bathroom.

Gods, but that's true, Iroha thought as she took a moment to admire her lover's fully nude body from the rear. Elisabeth's butt might not have been as big as hers, but it was still nicely toned and very cute. Then she donned a black bathrobe and picked up the breakfast tray. "I'll be there in just a moment, milady. After I take this back to the kitchen. I'll also lay out your clothes for the day, and make the bed."

Elisabeth turned in the doorway of the bathroom. "Leave the bed until after we've showered," she said. "I'll need you to scrub my back."

"It would be my pleasure." The buxom crane-maid gave a dutiful bow and then left the room. The lady of the house watched her go, and even through the fluffy cloth of the robe, she could still clearly see the rhythmic swaying of Iroha's hips, the rising and falling of those perfect buttocks with each step she took.

When we're out today, I'll have to stop by that lingerie boutique we both like and find something lacy for her to wear tonight. Because Madame Blanctorche will be teaching a class after her birthday dinner. She would look forward to that, as well as whatever else the anniversary of her birth might have in store for her. But for now, she took her towel off the hook on the bathroom door, and went to go and start her shower.

If breakfast is any indication, this is going to be a great day.

Fin.


ADDITIONAL NOTES

Some French translations:

Bonne anniversaire - Happy Birthday

Merci beaucoup, ma cherie – Thank you very much, my dear

Je vous en prie, je suis heroux de servir - You're welcome, it's my pleasure to serve

Lèche-moi, salle putain! - Lick me, you dirty whore.

Je vais jouir – I'm going to cum

Le plasir ètait pour moi – The pleasure was all mine

Iroha's outfit in this is inspired by the character of Yvette the maid from the 1985 classic "Clue."

I'm gonna say watching that movie was probably the extent of Iroha's research into French Maids. And Elisabeth is right: French Maids are about as "French" as fries or toast.

Elisabeth's line about getting to the bottom of where the eggs are coming from is a reference to LordRyu's "Shin Nihon Shitposts," in particular a chapter that is in his SNK Heroines continuity, in which we learn that Iroha lays eggs from her butt. And if he's reading this, I was just kidding earlier, dude. I don't blame you for anything.

The honey dipper is an actual utensil, one of those "unitasker" things, since you can pretty much only use it for drizzling honey on stuff. Google it if you want to see what it looks like.

And that's all I have for now. Happy belated Birthday to Elisabeth Blanctorche, a character I never thought I'd write fanfic for, let alone fanfic of her in an AU where she's bisexual, and in a dom/sub relationship with Samurai Shodown's fan-service character. But life is funny like that. And I got it up inside of a week of the actual date, which for me, is pretty good.

Hope you enjoyed. Please feel free to review, if thou art so inclined. And until next time, stay thirsty!