The enormous room of the daughters of the castle was the room where these daughters rested, played and spent most of their time.
Tonight was one of the strangest and most exciting for them, because not only had they heard a fantasy story like the one in the books in the library, but they discovered that the servant who had come out of nowhere was nothing less than a "prince blue "from her own mother in youth.
Right now, the girls would start having a talk on the subject.
"Isn't that amazing Cass? That man-thing ended up being Mama's Prince Charming!" Daniela who was sitting on her bed exclaims with great joy.
"Unbelievable? That guy turned out to be a true wonder in our boring lives." She started to say Cassandra as she began to undress. "He is not only the hero of his mother, but also a Lord from the other dimension."
"It was definitely a good idea not to bleed him like the other idiots from the other week." Said Daniela who was now in her bed, remembering with emotion and detail how she cut the neck of a tall and bald guy, perhaps Russian, with her sickle.
"Yes, it seems so." Said Cassansdra, who now had a comfortable dress to sleep on. "And you, Bela? You haven't said anything since we got here."
It was true, Bela did not say a word, she remained an observer of the reactions of the other sisters of hers regarding Erron. She was interested in knowing her sisters' thoughts regarding the servant.
"I think he came to stay" Bela said, as she brushed her hair in front of the dresser.
Silence filled the room. Bela's phrase was simple, but at the same time she reminded the sisters of Erron's fate.
"I think we forgot that he belongs to Miranda" Cassandra said in a slightly sad tone, as she lay down on her own bed.
"But he's the mother prince, we can't let Miranda take him away." Said Daniela, who went from having that cheerful tone to one of concern for that human.
"Not if mom lets it." Bela said that she turned in the direction of her sisters.
"What are you saying?" Cassandra asked.
"I'm saying maybe Mom won't give up on Erron, because he's a part of her from her past and he's also a splendid man for her." Bela said with a smile, to which Cassandra would respond with an incredulous smile.
"Wait, you're implying that our mother would betray Miranda for that man." Asked Cassandra, who referred to Erron as a man and not as a man-thing.
"Are they blind?" Bela asked them both. "Haven't you noticed how mother looks at him? It's not the looks of contempt or hunger ... Well, not that hunger for blood, but there is something else, something that you two, couple of plover heads, overlook. It is a warm look that is well reciprocated by Erron. "
The sisters received this statement with different reactions.
"So ... you say there may be a romance between mom and him?" Daniela asked with great joy because in her was that fantasy in which her mother and the prince escaped from the train. And it seems that it is about to be fulfilled.
However, Cassandra remained skeptical.
"I think you're confusing things about Bela, maybe she just wants him for 'one night,' you know." Cassandra said. Dimitrescu's daughters had bodies of 20 years, but they had minds as developed and full of knowledge as any other old woman who had already lived a century.
At this comment, Bela just smiled.
"Cassandra, we have lived with Mom under the same roof for over a century. Tell me then, how many men has she had this deal with as she has with Erron? Oh, even more intimate, with how many men has our mother shared her bed with? ? "
Cassandra ran out of arguments. Her mother was a regal and strong woman, she never needed a man to run the castle or raise her daughters, the only thing that her mother extracted from them was the blood that the daughters consumed with pleasure. Erron was not only the first servant in a century to serve as a male in the castle, but also the first man to be appreciated by Lady Dimitrescu.
But getting back to the topic, Cassandra just had to admit that what she said to Bela made some sense to it.
"Well, maybe there is some logic to this. But that doesn't take away from the fact that Erron belongs to Miranda. We must carry out her will." Cassandra said with great regret.
"Who is more important Cassandra, Mother Miranda or our mother? Bela asked without an implicit laugh, it was a serious and direct question.
Cassadra did not hesitate.
"Our mother, of course we do" she answered without hesitation. Her love for her mother was greater than the loyalty the young women had sworn to Miranda long ago.
"So if Mom decides to keep Erron for her, provoking Miranda's ire, what will we do girls?" Bela asked both Cassandra and Daniela.
The other two girls looked at her face. It was clear that they shared the same answer.
"Support mom and her happiness" said Daniela with some joy.
"Follow mom, although I honestly doubt she will betray Miranda for him." Cassandra responded with some pessimism. Cassandra would support her mother, but she still had her feet on the ground, it was ridiculous that her mother betrayed Miranda for that man.
When they finished talking, each went to their beds in the great room and each began to fall asleep at night. But Bela would be the last to fall asleep, as she still had some thoughts to resolve.
"Well now I just have to bring them closer and closer." Bela told herself. It was clear to her that her mother had an attraction for Erron, not only passionate, but also ... somewhat romantic. She was present when Daniela made the silly joke on her and saw her mother's reaction. Not because her daughter is implying a relationship with a commoner, but because the commoner was her mother's and no other woman.
"Tomorrow we will have a long talk Erron" said Bela before falling asleep.
"ahhhh" A soft moan came from the lips of Alcina, who was immersed in the realm of dreams, where she was the absolute queen within her own mind. No one but her had access to her deepest and most intimate dreams.
"mmmmm ahhh" Another soft, but louder moan came from her. Surely ... it would be interesting to know what is going on inside her mind ... right?
Alcina was in her special bed for her. A better bed than other people and kings. A very large bed for obvious reasons. A bed in which she always slept alone, but that night she was not alone.
"You are so beautiful" Said a male voice, with a lot of tenderness in the words. That man was Erron.
He was in that bed, lying ... with her. The two of them were face to face, looking very similar to how they always do. She with her superior smile and he with her extremely confident smile. But this time there was something more comforting in those words than what Alcina received and she felt she should do the same.
"And you are very appetizing, Erron" said Alcina as her hand, white as marble, caressed Erron's bare chest. She was strong enough to destroy a man's head like an egg, but now, she was delicate in that moment, and somehow she was enjoying the pleasure of caressing that well-preserved manly body.
Erron didn't wait. He began to put his hand on the waist of Alcina, who unlike Erron who was completely naked, she was wearing a short red silk nightgown that did not leave much to the imagination.
Then Erron's hands caressed Alcina's waist. Erron's hands began to go lower and lower, caressing little the huge thighs as white as milk and so soft that her own fingers sank.
"I feel like there's something to the color red" Erron said as his gaze went to her generous breasts still covered by that fine red fabric.
"Drive men like you wild?" Alcina asked with a mischievous smile as her hand went down that well-defined and marked abdomen, to then reach where the virility of her lover was.
The warm hand of that woman on her cock, made Erron feel joy and pleasure. Erron just answered.
"They make you look more ... attractive", said Erron who had proposed to liberate those mountains as white as those of the valley, from the oppression of that hypnotic red silk dress.
She only showed a complacent smile, while she gripped her lover's cock with more force, which grew harder and harder.
"Oh my, yes you are still armed in my castle, Erron" Alcina said as he held with more force that stake of meat so long and strong.
Erron got closer and closer to her lover's body, just to be able to caress those breasts and kiss that woman.
His hands, tanned by the cruel western sun, gently touched those snow-white breasts and, like the Lady's attractive thighs, her fingers sank even deeper into them. But that was not the important thing. Erron's mouth was kissing the Lady's neck little by little until it reached Alcina's lips.
They both kissed with a passion as burning as the chimneys of the castle in winter. Erron's small lips against Alcina's large lips as both eyes collided, these eyes filled with lust.
"Are you sure?" Erron asked Alcina. She felt Erron's manhood on her pelvis, rubbing where her femininity lay that burned with a passion she had never felt before.
"You know that," Alcina said between long, deep breaths. She wanted him with such burning passion.
Finally, she Alcina fulfilled a dream, someone she loved would make her feel a pleasure that she could only know in a limited way with art in erotic paintings and novels.
But before Alcina could feel that forbidden pleasure ... A repetitive sound at the window spoiled her moment of glory.
She looked with one of her eyes only to see a black bird pecking at the window.
It was a raven, with golden eyes like hers. Soon more and more joined him until finally a female figure was formed ... it was Mother Miranda.
"Damn you ungrateful!" The figure said to Alcina, who was on the bed with Miranda's property. "He is mine !" She screamed with a force that shattered the glass and then hundreds of crows came in to attack her lovers.
The crows attacked the lovers with their metal-lined beaks attacking, slicing and tearing their flesh.
Alcina gave a cry of rage when she suddenly materialized the figure of the crows and took her by the neck of her while she was lying on the bed.
"Did you think you could keep what's mine?" The hundreds of voices from the crows said, despite having materialized.
Alcina couldn't breathe, her arms felt very heavy and her heart was beating at a thousand per hour, but what really made her wake up from that dream was how Miranda's hand pierced her lover's chest, and he exclaimed in pain.
"Wake up sister" heard Alcina, despite the chaos of the hundreds of crows and the flapping of her wings.
"Wake up sister, it's just a dream"
"Wake up"
"Desi ..."
Lady Dimitrescu rose from her bed as she took a deep breath. Her lungs thanked her, because she felt like she had been in the river without oxygen for a long time.
She was clearly weak, her body was weak, but she felt something wet on her crotch.
She panicked, it was clear that it would be more than embarrassing and embarrassing for her maids to know about her. She may be the Lady of the castle who was not accountable to anyone, yet she would not allow those hyenas of her staff to find out about her.
Then the moment arrived. She checked her crotch and ... it wasn't what she expected. It was not urine as she thought, it was something else ... that was ...
"Oh shit, that dream" Alcina said as her hand stroked her head. When he looked at her "shame" on her, she laughed.
That dream was so comforting to her. Something so good and ... so "warm".
But she also remembered the final part of the dream. That dream that served as a reminder of Erron. This thought bothered her, Erron was hers and no one else's.
"What do i have to do?" She wondered herself as she watched the sun rise through the hills.
"Run or fight", she wondered.
As in the last few days, Erron woke up and went back to doing the routine. After washing and dressing, Erron headed to breakfast with the rest of the servants. The looks and conversations between the servants sharpened. Erron was aware that those girls were talking about him in a malicious and slightly mischievous way.
He didn't care much, he got the job done and he's done. He wouldn't explain it to those gossiping maidens.
As always, he would take a seat and begin eating the same breakfast the other servants ate, a simple meatless carrot stew.
"And say I ate like king yesterday" he said to himself as he took the first sip of breakfast. He tasted that simple food and surprisingly found it palatable. After the first bite he didn't stop.
A few minutes passed when Olga arrived and, as always, she assigned her homework even if it didn't seem like a routine task.
"Erron, Miss Bela wants you to go hunting with her and her sisters." Olga said as she handed Erron a cup of black coffee.
"Hunting? What do the daughters of the castle hunt? Humans?" Erron asked with some irony.
"Just deer or wild boar, Erron." Olga said. "You must meet in the armory, Miss Bela is waiting for you." She soon she withdrew, leaving Erron alone.
"Well then." Erron said as he took the first drink of coffee. "Just the person I need to talk to." He told himself, because he really needed to clarify some things with Bela.
Erron was walking through the corridors of the castle. He already knew the corridors almost perfectly, since on several occasions he cleaned the corridors and furniture of the innumerable that had the castle.
Erron walked and walked until he found a very old stone room, older than the other rooms. He walked in and, as you would expect in a medieval castle, it was an armory full of weapons. There were all kinds of them, short and long swords, passing through bows and crossbows and there an ancient arquebus, and of course, also various pieces of armor from the Middle Ages like those that adorned the rest of the castle. In addition to old cannons located in the windows, accompanied by their cannon balls.
That whole room brought back memories of the Outworld weapons factories, where they were made by hand. Certainly this place reminded him of the ways and customs of Outworld. He could have thought of more things where he came from, if it weren't for the sound of thousands of wings from the thousands of flies that came at high speed towards him.
Instinctively, he reached into his left holster for his pistol, only to find nothing.
When he realized it, the black form became the golden haired daughter, it was Bela Dimitrescu.
"Good morning, Lord Black," said young Dimitrescu with some laugh.
"Good morning, Miss Bela." Erron said, with some discord towards her. This anger did not go unnoticed by the young vampire.
"Come on cowboy, don't be so mean to me. After all, I saved you." Bela said, trying to show Erron her kindness.
"And what exactly?" Erron asked.
The young woman began to walk slowly across the room, stroking the old armor that rests on its shelves.
"Come on, you don't need to hide it, I managed to read your journal despite your bad spelling. I must admit, you surprise me." Bela said as she took the little book, now she was looking at Erron.
"You have a very interesting list of places around the world, are you some kind of voyageur?" The young woman said as she looked at the book. She wasn't expecting an answer from Erron.
"But I wonder why, in so many cities around the world, it is the name of our" dear "Mother Miranda, could you explain it to me? Maybe something related to your job?
Erron listened to the young woman. He already felt a certain anger against the young know-it-all, but he didn't blame her, that girl was more than fangs and flies, this girl was very insightful.
"At this point in the situation it's obvious, and I think you already know that." Said the Texan with a lot of anger at that bravado.
She just smiled.
"There's no need to get angry, cowboy. After all, I'm just protecting my home and my family." Bela said as she pointed to the room, hinting at her home.
"Besides the fact that my mother appreciates you very much, I don't think there needs to be an aggressive treatment between us, don't you think?" She began to say Bela, thus initiating her machinations.
Erron calmed down, at least a little. Bela seemed to want to know more about Erron. Yet when he mentioned his mother ... or his aunt, he felt the change from anger and rage to one of discomfort.
"Yes, Lady Dimitrescu is very kind to me." Erron said smiling.
Bela felt happiness
"And yes it is, you know? You two make a nice couple."
Erron felt as if time had stopped, just that feeling when he took the pistol and took aim before firing. For Erron, Lady DImitrescu turned out to be not only a beautiful woman, but also a very interesting one. She wasn't your typical bloodsucker who would consume her "cattle" and then discard it. By the moral standards of someone who lived for more than a century as a mercenary, this woman was relatively good to Erron.
But then Erron remembered that incident, where he and she kissed.
That kiss made him ask himself several questions that he had never asked before about a woman and a kiss.
That moment lasted a second, but for Erron it was enough to punish an answer, not a serious answer, but one to break the tension.
"Are you afraid to call me father?" Erron replied with a smile, with the intention of making her angry, but she didn't flinch, because her laugh surprises Erron.
"HAHAHAHAH" The golden haired woman has to hug her abdomen to be able to laugh out loud.
"We will definitely enjoy calling you 'daddy', Erron." Bela said.
Erron was speechless. He definitely did not expect such an answer, much less the door opening.
"Wow, they already arrived." Said Daniela, who was carrying Erron's lever action rifle on her back.
Erron turned to the door and looked at Daniela and Cassandra, who were carrying their respective hunting tools.
The other two women walked over to where Erron and Bela were.
"So will he be our assistant? Cassandra asked Bela upon learning that Erron would help them hunt outside the castle.
"Yes. I think it's a good idea to start having fun, besides the cruel winter is gone and spring is beginning to be born." Bela answered her, who took a bag and started handing it to Erron.
"Okay, time to go," said Bela, who would then go to the weapons rack and grab a huge hunting knife and another knife that appeared to be a bayonet, but smaller.
"Taking." Bela said, handing the small knife to Erron.
"But I think you shouldn't go like this. You'd look more ridiculous than out there." Bela said. "In that bag is your clothes that you came with, Olga was very cooperative in repairing it. You have 5 minutes"
The way outside was a dirt road, surrounded by dead trees even with snow. The sun was already radiating the still cold hills and melting the snow.
The landscape was wild. After a few minutes of walking, all trace of civilization was lost. Not even the tallest tower of the castle was visible.
After 30 minutes and conversations between the young women, Erron felt some happiness seeing the forest and being able to breathe some of the fresh air.
At one point, Erron asked.
"Well what are you planning to hunt?" Asked Erron, who was carrying a large bag with hunting weapons and other things.
"Well, it's deer season ..." Cassandra started to say. "... but we would like to hunt wolves."
"And because?" Erron asked.
"Because it is easier to hunt deer and they die pathetically. Instead, wolves tend to work in packs so it increases the difficulty and fun." Daniela answered, stealing Casandra's answer.
"But there is a problem, Erron." Bela said. "Both deer and wolves flee from our presence by instinct, so a helper is needed who can attract wolves."
Erron felt the air escape him. Once again, his life would be at stake. At least for his, changing his clothes would allow him to have more maneuverability for the fight. However, Erron also felt anger, as this was Bela's plan to just annoy him.
"Don't worry Erron, almost always the assistant survives." Cassandra said who put her hand on Erron's shoulder. "You just have to stay still and wait for the big bad wolf to come to you and in that we save you." She finished explaining to Cassandra.
"Look, that's a perfect place there." Daniela pointed out, making all the views move towards a cliff, which only had dead trees and the live trees were a bit far away. A perfect place for an ambush.
They all started walking. Erron had various thoughts on this. It would serve as a hook to catch a wolf at best, but there was also the possibility that a pack of wolves would attack it.
"Alright, now stay here, we'll be by those trees. Try to make noise, like a seriously injured herbivore would, okay?" Daniela told Erron, who had the lever action rifle on his back.
A couple of hours later ...
Erron was sitting on a dry log and beginning to eat dried meat. Even though those women would use it as a hook for wolves, they were considerate enough to gift Erron some dried meat.
The women made an appearance from their positions in the trees, where he gave Erron a thumbs up to assure Erron that they hadn't left yet.
Erron considered leaving the place, but knowing that he was not really alone made him erase that idea.
He wondered if Bela was really serious about Erron and Lady DImitrescu's relationship, oh, if it was just a joke.
"A relationship of what?" Erron wondered. He still wondered about that kiss at dinner.
"That kiss was from both parties, there is no doubt about that." He thought. "So warm and soft." He remembered, comparing that warm night to that cold place despite the sun.
He was so lost in thought that he did not notice a group of wolves approaching him, perhaps due to the smell of dried meat or the smell.
Erron regained consciousness from him and looked to the horizon and saw these wolves approach. There were four wolves, the big ones. For a moment he thought that those creatures were like the one he fought in the Heisenberg Coliseum, but no, they were ordinary wolves, but as deadly as any other animal.
"This party started." Erron said as he took the knife from him that Bela handed him. This knife was very sharp, you could see it on the blade. But hardly a knife and a man could not surpass four beasts with robust fur and claws of black steel.
The herd is slowly approaching, perhaps 15 meters from him. Erron's advantage of where he was allowed him to have high ground and thus be able to better see the movements of the wild beasts, causing the beasts to get closer.
Each of the beasts drools with fetid saliva, showing those sharp teeth. Erron remains alert, the wolves are very close to where the daughters are, you just have to wait for them to get closer and closer.
It's not that cold, but even so, Erron doesn't remove his cloak, he just wraps it around to allow for better movement. The armor pieces are on his site. It would be very difficult for Erron to defeat those beasts with just a knife.
"10 meters" he said as the first wolf approached at a brisk pace. Erron already had his heart pounding. His heart had already set the two most essential options for humans: fight or flight. Erron couldn't run, not because the wolves blocked the only escape route, but if he did, he would make a fool of the daughters.
"But you don't owe them anything." A part of him, the selfish part, spoke to Erron. Clearly he did not owe them anything, indeed, they are the ones who owe Erron. However, he was not thinking about his reaction but about the matriarch when he learned that he had escaped as a coward. He certainly wouldn't do that.
"Now it's for her" said the selfish voice. "That is more reasonable."
The beasts were getting closer and closer. They were definitely starving for him.
Nothing like fresh Texas beef, he thought.
The growls of the beasts were present and were increasing more and more.
It was time to attack for the beasts and also to defend Erron.
Finally, the beasts pounced on his lonely prey.
But the poor beasts did not notice the other three figures hidden in the treetops. The poor beasts would seal their fate. Starting with the closest wolf to one of the few living trees.
[X-RAYS. A double-bladed ax pierces the wolf's neck. The cut is clean, since the strength and purity of the edge, as well as the inclination, favor a perfect and clean cut.]
A sound broke the tension, which even alerted Erron. All but one beast noticed. The beast that didn't react was because it had lost its head.
Cassandra had emerged from one of the treetops with a battle ax from her mother's great-great-grandfather, with which she had been used to decapitate enemies in the past. Now the ax was in her hands, covered in the warm blood of the canine. She was behind the pack of wolves, who, under the instinct of camaraderie, wanted revenge. Unfortunately for them, they would accomplish nothing that day.
[X-RAY, A Bowie-type hunting knife pierces the side of one of the wolves. The knife pierces the tough fur with some difficulty, but finally manages to penetrate the layer of fat, muscle to pierce the lung. Several of the beast's blood vessels are broken.]
Bela had emerged from one of the bushes throwing one of her collectible knives that she had recently taken from last week's assassins. She approached the dying animal that was howling in pain. She silenced it with her sickle to pass it down the animal's throat, killing it at once.
The two remaining beasts no longer felt the need to avenge the first fallen wolf, much less the second already fallen.
The two beasts now just wanted to get away from the two black figures and soon proceeded to run towards Erron. The beasts no longer intended to hunt, they just wanted to escape.
But one of the beasts wouldn't even come close to Erron.
[X-RAY. A long knife pierces the side of the beast's chest, piercing through the fur and muscles only to reach the lung. However, a bullet is fired, finishing the job by piercing the wolf's heart.]
Daniela had come out of one of the huge rocks. With Erron's rifle that she had taken, she killed the third beast. The rifle was not designed to hold a bayonet, however Daniela improvised and managed to create a bayonet rifle. She skewered the rifle with the long knife and pierced the meat of the beast, then fired the rifle at point-blank range.
Now there was only one wolf left. Fear is a shared feeling. The wolf felt terror, his breathing was agitated, his legs were trembling and the expression on his face, despite being canine, presented a terrified face, full of fear.
The wolf fled to the only safe place, since those three black figures blocked his way. From the wolf's perspective, that little ridge where the prey originally was was better than nothing.
The wolf sped towards him. Erron braced himself for impact, from where he stood he saw the beast advance towards him.
The wolf had no intention of attacking Erron. But the human was blocking his escape, and in the wolf's primal and bestial mind, a decision had been made.
The wolf jumped thanks to its hind legs that allowed it to make a great leap. The beast jumped on Erron. But this attack would cost the beast dearly.
[X-RAYS. The wolf's belly is open from stomach to chest. The internal organs are destroyed by the knife and the cut lets out the destroyed entrails, splattering blood and visors at the man who stabbed the wolf.]
The beast had no intention of attacking Erron directly, the wolf just wanted to run away, but due to fate, the human would end up killing him. The wolf had died, but he would not let the human win without some injury.
As if it were an act of dignity, the wolf bit Erron's arm with its last strength. Fortunately for Erron, the arm armor protected the front of the arm with the metal part, however one part was only covered by leather, which did not resist the sharp teeth of the wolf.
But soon, the forces of the wolf diminished. The beast had died.
Erron managed to break free. But at great cost. Blood and visors stained his clothes and his left arm was damaged. His arm wasn't severely damaged, but it was enough to hurt.
He pulled out the corpse of the wolf and stood up.
"How did I do it Erron !" Yelled Daniela, who was holding the rifle still embedded in the beast. She was excited, because for her it was the first time that she had killed with a rifle and bayonet, like Napoleon's soldiers that she saw in a book illustration. But seeing Erron in her state, she became concerned.
"Are you okay Erron?" Daniela asked, now without that smile, rather she was worried. She would soon be joined by her other two sisters.
"You suck." Said Cassandra, who made fun of Erron for being stained with blood.
"It's blood, I thought you liked it." Erorn replied, looking at the wound on his arm.
"Human blood, all other blood tastes bad to me." She said.
Bela advanced towards them, but her mocking face was not there, she was more worried than Daniela.
"Tell me you're okay, Erron" Bela speaks who is approaching to see Erron's chest. It was covered in blood and some pieces of the beast's organs.
"Yes, I'm fine," Erron said.
"It was a good hunt." I mention Daniela, when pointing out the corpses of the wolves.
"And now that." Erron said, beginning to withdraw from the ugly flesh and organs of his body.
"Well I guess we'll stick around a bit longer, let's hunt more of these. They're an annoying pest." This is Cassandra, who was beginning to withdraw.
"If you want, you can go, we don't need you anymore." Bela said knowing that Erron was not as damaged as he thought.
"Wait, you know we're in the woods and if he tries to escape." Said Cassandra who managed to hear Bela.
"Don't worry, Cass." Bela said as she turned to look at Erron. "I'm sure mom's friend won't run away"
Erron felt the blood on his cheeks warm him, if it weren't for the wolf's blood, the girls would have seen his face blush. He even cursed himself for blushing over something so banal.
Erron would then start walking. The road to the castle was slow for him. Knowing that he was going back to his cage. And the worst thing is that he had no other choice. He needed his weapons not only to defeat the lycanthrope, but also the natural beasts of the forest. In addition, also of his book and medallion that were both in the castle and in Bela's possession.
Erron walked up and down the dirt road until he reached the imposing castle, which was better seen during the day than at night.
"Back to the cage" Erron said before walking towards the employee entrance.
Erron needed a shower.
Blood and visors had stained his clothes. He needs to change clothes, however there was a problem. The rest of the clothes he had were service uniforms, and these are dirty waiting to be washed.
He had already washed his arm with a lake of water that he found, however, it was necessary to put a bandage there, as the blood continued to flow.
Only a few clean clothes remained, which were left in the armory. But there was a problem for Erron, Erron's blouses were dirty and full of blood. He could stain the floor and furniture, thus ruining the maids. He made a decision. He took off his upper garments, both the sleeveless shirt, the vest, and the cape. His torso was completely naked.
He strolled the hallways, dodging the maids like a ninja. He had finally managed to outwit the maids.
The armory was as he had left it. He went to where she had left her work clothes and took them away.
He was ready to go, just a bath and some bandages and good as new.
"Just a bath and avoid that witch Mariana ..." She said in a low voice when the door she opened, the Lady of the castle appeared.
"My nose wasn't lying, it smelled really good in here" said the matriarch pointing to Erron's arm, from which blood was still coming out. Erron panicked when he saw that imposing woman in the doorway.
"I wonder, why are you half naked in this room, Erron?" She asked her when she saw Erron's beautiful body, and the blood that emanated from the body and how it stained that body so… attractive.
"My lady," Erron began to say, "I went hunting wolves with his daughters, a wolf managed to damage my arm and that's why I was able to retreat."
"Oh I see, and why are you half naked Erron?" The matriarch asked as she looked at Erron's well-crafted chest.
"Well I was wearing my old clothes to hunt, however it got dirty and I left the service clothes here," he replied.
"Hmm I see." She said.
"But I see you have a wound on your arm. I think you should take a shower and bandage yourself." She said as she approached Erron.
"Yes, that's what I'm going to do." Erron said, uncomfortable with Lady Dimitrescu's questions.
"You know, come with me." The matriarch said as one of her gloved hands touched Erron's bare shoulder.
Erron nodded well to the lady's order from him. Erron would take his things and follow the Lady.
He walked behind her and there he could look at the big woman's hips and buttocks. He walked gracefully and smoothly despite her height. That step gave Erron a sensation of intense heat.
She led Erron to a part of the cliff that Erron had not yet visited before. Then Lady Dimitrescu opened a huge door and soon Erron discovered what it was.
"This is one of the communal bathrooms my family used when they shared a warm water bath." The great matriarch explained about the room. That room had a jacuzzi-style bathroom and the steam blinded those who entered.
"It is very beautiful, my lady." Erron said as he looked around the room. But as he looked around the room further, he discovered that they were not alone. There, apart from them, were the main maids, Olga and Mariana.
The servants saw Erron without the superior robes accompanied by Lady DImitrescu. Mariana and Olga were impressed, the fearsome Lady Dimitrescu was accompanied by a man with only pants.
"Maids, get out." Lady Dimtrescu said, killing the silence.
The two servants nodded, their heads lowered. The two walked to the front door, and Ldy gave them a serious look with those piercing eyes despite her smile. It was obvious what it meant: discretion.
"Very good Erron, we are alone." Lady Dimitrescu said. "finally alone"
Hello. I hope you liked it. Sorry for not updating, soon I will be a free man when college finishes. See ya.
