Tales From the Twilight Tournament (After Dark) -

Sexual Healing 2: Crane Technique

by

RobertCop3

So this is another story inspired by JojoDO's story "Dusk After Kumite." So before you go any further, you might want to read that first. I'll wait.

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You're back? Okay, this scene is inspired by the end of Chapter 39, which is Iroha's first appearance in the story, after Rose hires her to get Adelheid back into fighting shape for Round 3. Believe it or not, I'm actually getting tired of writing F/F for Iroha (I think I hit my peak in the AU with "Betty's Birthday Breakfast", so as much as I love writing those two together, I don't think I'll be doing anymore with them anytime soon) and wanted to do some straightforward hetero sex with her. I thought about writing a fic where she consummates with her Master back in her own century, but since the makers of SamSho have pretty much confirmed that her Master is the player, I would feel too dirty writing that. I also didn't want to use LordRyu's "Heroines"-verse as the setting, because the only guy in that fic is Ash Crimson, who is not someone I'd want to pair Iroha with, and she wouldn't like him anyway.

But I like the way Jojo has been writing Iroha in his Kumite-verse, in particular how he handles the whole "Master" aspect (she considers her Master to be whomever she is serving at that moment in time), so I decided to set this there. It's told largely from Iroha's point of view, and… the why should become apparent by the end. With that, I hope you enjoy!

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

Munich, Germany – The Sky Noah, Night After Round Two

It was a position that many German citizens would kill for, to be in the same room as a sleeping Adelheid Bernstein. And the mysterious shape-shifting crane-turned-woman named Iroha was starting to see why. Coming from another time and place, she'd known nothing of this famous family, simply that they were searching for a maid who was experienced, reliable, and could start her duties right away. And ever since she'd been pulled into this century through forces she did not comprehend, Iroha had been looking for a Master to serve. It was her purpose, her mission in life, the reason she'd adapted the form of a young woman who many humans would consider very attractive.

What she hadn't expected when she took this job was for Adelheid to be so… gorgeous. And since Iroha's only duty at the moment was to care for the wounds he'd sustained so far in the Kumite organized by his sister, and nurse him back to peak fighting condition, she'd gotten to spend the last several hours seeing him in little more than his boxers. Iroha took her job as seriously as a heart attack, but sometimes there were added bonuses.

Adelheid was currently asleep, in his chambers aboard his family's equally famous airship, and so Iroha had busied herself tidying the room as quietly as she could. Now she sat in a chair by the bed, hands on her lap, watching her Master rest and waiting to see if he would need anything more once he was awake. He's so different from his sister, she thought. Were it not for the family resemblance, I'd never have known they were related. Briefly, her mind flashed back to an encounter from earlier, after she'd completed her job interview.

Arriving outside the room indicated by the hiring manager, Iroha had knocked at the door, and a moment later her new employer answered. Rose Bernstein was dressed down slightly in a scarlet lounging robe, though still with full makeup and her golden hair flawlessly done in its unique style. A brandy snifter was cupped in her left palm, and she swirled the deep amber liquid in the glass while frowning in disapproval. Finally, after a long scrutiny, her look of disdain only deepened, and she cleared her throat. "What you're looking for is two doors down the hall to your left," Rose huffed. "And it seems I need to have a talk with Silber. I told him if he was going to use that escort service he likes, to keep his deplorable hobbies out of my home."

Iroha blinked her bright baby blue eyes in honest confusion. "I'm afraid I don't know to whom or what you're referring, milady. I'm… simply your new maid." She held up her resumé, still clutched in her left hand, to help emphasize.

The frown didn't leave Rose's face, the edges of her mouth now lined with disgust. "Hm, I see." She beckoned Iroha to step into the room, and then did a circle around her, looking her up and down, pausing to let out a loud tsk of disapproval when she saw the back of the buxom beauty's outfit, or considerable lack thereof below the waist. "Well, either you just came here from your night job as a stripper, or else the agency's standards have disappeared since my father died."

There was an innocence about her angelic face that would have turned most men, and even some women, into putty. But Rose was not most people. "I'm… terribly sorry, milady, but… I'm not from any agency. I was… simply looking for a Master to serve, which is how I learned that you were looking for a maid. So I applied for the position."

"Yes, I'm sure you are very eager to serve," the blonde woman snapped back, sounding overly sarcastic. "Tell me… who hired you?"

Iroha's cheeks were now burning a little, but she managed to answer. "A very nice and somewhat handsome man named Otto. He said I was to start immediately, and directed me to your rooms. I speak the truth." Again, she offered her resumé to Rose, who took it and glanced over it, all while still swirling her cognac.

"Ah, yes," the high-born woman said to herself while she read. "I vaguely remember Otto. If what I do remember is accurate, he's the one who's single, and likes anime. Well, that explains what you're doing here." She crumpled the resumé and tossed it over her shoulder. "Though you do seem to have actual qualifications based off what I've just read, and I know my dear brother has enough discipline to resist the wiles of some peasant sexpot, no matter how shameless her attire." She gulped her drink, placed it on a small table next to her easy chair, and started towards the door with long, almost regal strides. "Well, come along. For the time being, you have only one duty. I'll fill you in as we go. Listen well, because I detest having to repeat myself."

Then they were off, Rose moving quickly despite the considerable train on her robe, with Iroha struggling to keep up. As they left the room, she couldn't help but notice another servant moving quietly past them to pick up both the empty snifter and the crumpled paper, then make a discreet exit.

During her introduction to Adelheid, Iroha had been quite taken by his handsome face, but his first words to her were brisk, making her nervous to the point where she almost forgot to bow in greeting. Then while she was bent at the waist, another of the Sky Noah's staff had intruded, and lost their cool at the sight of the blatant "rear view" offered by Iroha's skimpy outfit.

After witnessing Liam's lack of self-control, Adel's deep magenta eyes seemed to burn from within. "William!" He snapped. "That is enough! You will conduct yourself in a professional manner as befits one in the service of the Bernstein family! Do you understand?"

The janitor winced, his face turning beet red. "Yes, sir, of course. Sorry."

"Good. Now apologize to the lady."

Liam did so, and after getting an answer to the question that originally brought him to the room, quickly left. From there, Iroha started on her task, but with newfound admiration for her Master.

As she worked, she noticed that Adelheid said very little, mostly because he seemed to be carrying the weight of an unseen burden. But he was polite, and there was a shyness to him that his voluptuous caregiver found quite charming. And not only did he have a nice face, but the rest of him appeared to be equally easy on the eyes. As Iroha had learned after the first time changing his dressings, he was extremely fit.

Pretty face, takes care of his body, and he's a chivalrous man. He just might be the one. Iroha lived to serve, and she enjoyed taking care of her Masters, but it could be a lonely existence. Everyone had needs, even those who were only assuming human form. The beautiful maid always longed to find a Master she could serve with her whole body as well as her heart. But as much as she ached for intimate contact, she was determined not to give herself to just anyone. She certainly wasn't easy, despite her revealing uniform or her tendency to be naive at times. The Master she went to bed with would need to be a man (or woman) she found physically attractive, and one whom she knew would treat her with respect.

So far, Adelheid Bernstein seemed to fit the bill. So while he slept, she thought of how best to approach caring for him in the manner she longed to. She may not have been born a woman, but she knew what men liked, which had gone into molding her human form. And she had some ideas on how best to utilize her assets. After all, she was more than your average household servant. She was also a skilled ninja, and like most female practitioners of that art, knew much about how to seduce as well as fight.

Next to her on the bed, a half-clothed muscular figure stirred and sat up, brushing sleep from his crimson eyes. Iroha quickly rose from the chair, turning to face the bed with hands folded in front of that flimsy square of virginal white fabric that was supposed to be her apron. "Are you in pain, Master?" She asked. "Do you require anything?"

Adelheid Bernstein turned, and even he couldn't resist cracking a minute smile at his caregiver, her heart-shaped face framed by her shimmering ebony hair, her bright baby blue eyes radiating warmth and concern. "Nein danke, mein dame," he said with a small shake of his head. "I was just having a bad dream."

She responded with a dutiful bow. "Oh, Master! I'm… I'm so sorry. I hope the pain in your leg had nothing to do with it. If it did, I assume full responsibility for shirking my duties."

Despite the events of the last few days weighing on him, the smile grew a little wider. "It's not your fault, Fraulein. You've done an excellent job. But there are some things even you can't heal, things that go beyond physical wounds. I… just have a lot on my mind."

Iroha raised her head again, beaming her own comforting smile. "Speaking of which, it's time to check your dressing." She reached out and grabbed the bed sheet. "Do… do you mind?"

"Not at all. You're simply doing your job."

Still smiling, the dutiful maid turned the sheet down, managing not to suck in a breath at the sight of her Master's well-sculpted physique, dressed only in a pair of boxers. "Oh, wait," she said. "I need my herbs." She rose from her chair and turned to a nearby table, bending at the waist to pick up a leather pouch that rested on its surface. Of course, the movement was unnecessary, but it did provide Adel a nice view of Iroha's plump, shapely bottom, which if not for the black satin thong flossing her copious butt cheeks, would be on full display.

The beautiful maid cast a glance over her shoulder, and was dismayed to see that though Adel was half-glancing in her direction, he seemed to have his thoughts elsewhere. So she took up her medical kit and moved back to the bedside. "Can you lift your leg please, Master?" She asked him. "I need to take the bandage off."

Without giving her a verbal reply, he lifted it enough for Iroha to unwind the gauze wrapped around the wound he'd received from Freeman. Once it was exposed to the air, she cleaned it with a mix of water and peroxide, then applied more healing herbs from her supply and wrapped it in fresh linen. "There we are, Master," she said cheerfully. "All done. Do you desire anything else from me?"

He did not answer, merely kept gazing in the corner of the room, almost as if he were looking at a specter of his past that only he could see. Her brow creased with worry, Iroha cleared her throat and asked again. "Master?"

"Hm? Oh, sorry." His gaze moved from whatever was preoccupying him and back to the lovely caregiver at his bedside. He noted the new dressing and finally put his leg down. "It… feels better. Thank you."

A forlorn shadow grew over Iroha's normally sparkling blue eyes. "Oh, my poor Master." Once more, she bent at the waist in a dutiful bow, her head leaning in close enough for Adel to get a whiff of her exotic jasmine perfume, mixing with the sweeter smell of her shimmering ebony hair, which reminded him of fresh strawberries and kiwi fruit. "It pains my heart to see you suffering like this. How I wish I could do more to help you."

For a brief moment, those deep red eyes once more gravitated down to the pleasing M shape of her glutes, appreciating how her thong underwear was really only there to keep her crotch decently covered, since the back part was being swallowed by that nice, thick booty of hers. Then he forced himself to remember that she was an employee, and so he cleared his throat and sat up straighter on the bed. "I told you, Fraulein, please don't concern yourself. My problems are mostly of my own making. There are things at this tournament that I should have done differently from day one, but it's too late now, and I have no one to blame but myself." In spite of his bleak mood, he reached out and ran the backs of his fingertips over her chin. "But take heart. You've done what my sister hired you for, and done it admirably. And for that I'm very grateful."

Iroha let out a small sigh at his touch that he thankfully did not hear, and then stood upright once more. "It was my pleasure to serve, Master. And even though I may not be able to solve your problems, I can still make you feel better, if only for a little while. If you like, I would be happy to give you a massage."

He raised a blonde eyebrow. "Are you sure that… wouldn't be too much trouble?"

"No trouble at all. Nothing is more important to me than making my beloved Master feel better, and not to brag, but… I've never heard any complaints about my massage technique."

She was happy to see his gaze soften a little more at that. "Danke, Fraulein. I appreciate that."

"The pleasure is all mine, Master," she said in that infectiously cheerful voice, a smile spreading over her inviting red lips. "Oh, wait. I left my massage oil over there. Just a moment." She turned back to the same table her medical bag had been resting on, and once again bent at the waist. This time she was pleased to see those stern eyes linger on her butt for a little longer than they previously had, and then he moved himself into position, gingerly turning onto his stomach on the mattress, trying toavoid using his right leg.

Finding the bottle of oil, the talented maid moved back to his bed and sat down on the opposite side. She'd considered straddling him since it would put her in a better position to work, but she didn't want to put pressure on his bad leg, or spook him. She could tell he desired her, but he was keeping it concealed. He just needs a little nudge to bring it into the open.

Wasting no more time, she squeezed some oil onto his bare back, and began to spread it over his sculpted flesh. "I apologize that I didn't have a chance to heat the oil, Master."

"It's fine," he answered, his tone suggesting he was still distracted. So Iroha continued to work, applying oil where needed, and spreading it around until his back was well-coated, at which point she began in earnest. She started at his shoulders, fingers gently hooked on either side of his collarbone, curling and uncurling while her thumbs rubbed small circles at the base of his neck.

It didn't take long for the bedroom to fill with Adelheid's soft, relaxed moaning. He'd been tended to by licensed masseuses before, but even they paled in comparison to Iroha's touch. It was as if she were connected with his body on a deeper level, her hands somehow seeking out every tension spot that had built up over the last two days, kneading and rubbing them away in minutes.

Soon, Iroha came upon one such area just under his right shoulder blade, and in just seconds, her expert caress seemed to untie the stress knots that had built up there, and she heard him utter a louder gasp of relief. "Do you like my massage, Master?"

"Mmmmmm," he moaned again, louder now. "You are a miracle worker, my lady."

She giggled, her cheeks blushing slightly. "I am merely a humble maid, Master, but I am flattered you think so highly of my massage."

"You deserve the praise," he assured her. "Tell me, are you a licensed masseuse?"

She shrugged as she continued rubbing. "No, Master. Do… do I need a license?"

"Apparently not," he said, laughing for the first time since Iroha had met him, sounding like music in her ears. The laughter soon gave way to more moans, as the crane-maid's skilled hands continued to work their magic across his sore back. Iroha smiled as she rubbed him down, though getting to touch his muscular body more than she had since starting her job was stoking the fire between her legs. She could feel the heat rising, and the crotch of her panties dampen with her arousal. She would need to make a move soon, but she was confident he wouldn't resist.

For the rest of the massage, Adel found he could do little except lay there and moan, as Iroha's loving ministrations had turned his well-muscled form into putty. Finally, she was finished, and set about wiping up the excess oil with a towel. She leaned in over him as she worked, once more close enough for him to smell her perfume, though this time he could also feel the pleasing shape of her breasts lightly brushing against his lower back, could feel the heat of her soft flesh even through the thin fabric of her skimpy uniform.

"There we are, Master. All done." Iroha got up and walked to a nearby hamper, dropping the towel into it. When she turned back to the bed, she saw Adelheid propped up on his pillows, smiling at her with what looked like newfound admiration in his red eyes. Something else, as well, a fainter light which she hoped was lust.

"Thank you, Iroha," he said. "That was very kind of you."

He's using my name, she thought. That's a good sign. She returned the smile, bent at the waist in a dutiful bow, moving low enough so he could once more see the sumptuous curve of her buttocks in that pleasing M shape, peeking up over the knot of her apron. "It was my pleasure, Master." She moved to the bed, sat down at the edge of it, crossing her long legs clad in their black thigh-high stockings, and noticing when his gaze flicked down to those nicely-toned gams for the briefest of moments. "I hope you're feeling better."

"Physically, I'm not a hundred percent," he said with a nod. "But you helped me relax, if only for a little while. That's honestly worth more to me right now. So thank you."

Iroha shifted position so she was once again kneeling next to him, and leaned in to fluff his pillow, which placed the generous swell of her breasts extremely close to his face, his nose only an inch or two from being buried in her very ample cleavage. Though he told himself it was wrong, he could not stop staring at the sight of those half-exposed mounds of shapely flesh. Her pleasing scent was even stronger now, and he detected notes of not only jasmine but also vanilla and cinnamon, mixing with the smell of lavender soap on her smooth, creamy skin.

The buxom cutie took her time fluffing the pillow, and then moved back, but only slightly, keeping her breasts close to her master's face while she gazed down at him. "Is there anything else you would like me to do for you, Master?" She asked sweetly, but with just a hint of sex dripping through the innocence on her voice. "Or, to you? Or, perhaps… something you would like to do to me?" Her gaze flicked briefly to his waist, was pleased to see a prominent bulge in the crotch of his boxers, before she looked him in those deep, beautiful eyes again.

She heard him swallow audibly, but his hand reached down to take one of hers. "My lady…" he whispered. "This… isn't right."

"You decide what's right, Master," she insisted. "For I am your dutiful, and devoted maid. If you want me, then take me."

"But… but are you… sure? You… really don't mind?"

She giggled, placed his hand between her breasts. He could feel her heart beating with excitement, saw the light of lust now filling her soft blue eyes. "Not at all. It is my job to care for you, and I am willing to do whatever it takes." She leaned in closer to his face, voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "I am happy to serve my Master… in any way."

Before her nerve left her, she quickly pressed her lips to Adel's, placing a gentle kiss that she held for only a second. Then she pulled away, cheeks red as a sunburn, and just as hot. After a moment, her blue eyes looked up from the bedclothes to meet his red, and she saw him staring dumbstruck at her. His hand dropped from her breasts back onto the mattress.

I've made a terrible mistake, she thought, sucking in air through her now-trembling lips. I… I thought he wanted me, but… was I wrong? Her mind raced, trying to decide what to do, if she should drop to her knees on the floor and beg his forgiveness, or if she should just run out of that room, and the Sky Noah, and never return.

She was on the verge of tears when she felt his muscular arms wrap around her, pulling her body close to his… for another kiss. This time it was better, his lips working against hers with a deep hunger, an aching need that he'd likely kept repressed. She wondered how long it had been for him. Given how eagerly their lips dueled, tongues probing each other's mouths, it had probably been even longer for him than it had been for her.

"Iroha…" he whispered hotly into her ear after their lips finally parted. "I've wanted you from the moment I first set eyes on you. But… you were my caregiver. You… had a job to do, and I was your employer. I… didn't want to take advantage of you."

She shifted again on the bed, now straddling his loins with her thick, shapely thighs. Her hands slid up and down the hard muscle of his pecs, lips tracing a series of soft kisses on his neck. Adel sighed and leaned back on the pillow, surrendering to her tender touch. "There's more than one way to give care, Master," she whispered back. "I am here to make you feel better: body, heart and soul. And I gladly offer myself to you for that purpose. If you wish it, I am honored to be your lover."

He shuddered at hearing those words, and the maid couldn't help but giggle softly, feeling the bulge of his stiff manhood poking at the crotch of his boxers against the shapely swell of her bare butt. "Oh, Iroha…" They kissed again, even deeper than before, and his hands now set to undressing her. Which took very little effort. Grasping the white lapels on the front of her maid's frock, Adelheid simply pulled them apart… and then continued pulling, stretching the flimsy fabric to its limits. A loud ripping noise echoed through the room, and then the tatters of Iroha's meager uniform were tossed to the floor with her apron, leaving her dressed only in her panties and stockings.

Now it was his turn to blush. "I'm sorry, Iroha," he said, fingertips caressing her face. "I'll buy you new clothes, of course."

She giggled, pressed her now naked torso closer to his, her large, soft melon breasts rubbing against his sculpted chest and abs. "That was hot, Master," she purred, and licked his lips. "You're very strong."

Their kissing grew more passionate, Adel once more wrapping his arms around her, one hand moving down to cup her butt cheeks while the other caressed the graceful curve of her bare back. His heart raced faster at feeling the contrast of tight muscle beneath her baby-soft skin. His touch moved from her back to one of her arms, letting out a small sigh when he gripped her bicep, felt it to be just as firm. "Such beautiful tone…" he whispered. "Are… are you a fighter, my lady?"

Iroha nodded, the twin sapphires of her eyes shimmering with pride. "I am practiced in the fighting arts, and not afraid to lay down my life to protect my beloved Master." She kissed him again, long and slow on the mouth, before continuing. "But I am practiced in more… intimate arts as well. May… may I show you?"

His hands had ceased their roaming, now, finally moving up the small, nicely-defined ridge of her ab muscles to start squeezing her soft, voluptuous breasts. "Show me everything, my lady."

Iroha gasped with pleasure at feeling his hands fondling her pert mammaries. His touch is so hot, she thought. Like there's a fever burning under his skin. I can't wait to feel him inside me. But of course, her Master's pleasure had to come first. So after letting him worship her bountiful bosom for a while longer, she spoke again: "It would be my honor, Master. But, for what I have in mind, we'll need to move you over here." She gently nudged him towards the other side of the bed, giving her more room on his right side. "Better for me to do it this way, to avoid putting pressure on your leg."

"Do what?" He asked.

"Oh, you'll see, Master. Very soon." Her eyes flicked down to his crotch, happy to see that the bulge of his erection was even more prominent against his boxers. She knelt by his midsection on her side of the mattress and grabbed the waistband, sliding his boxers down his legs and tossing them to the floor, and then sucked in a breath at the sight of his impressive member, rock solid and quivering with long-repressed lust. "Oh, Master," she purred, running a soft finger up and down his shaft. "Your cock is so beautiful. If you'll permit me, I can show you another school of healing that I am well-versed in."

Adel shuddered at her touch, finding he could not speak with this vision of beauty kneeling in front of him, eager to worship his manhood, so he simply nodded dumbly. "As you wish, Master," Iroha gave another demure bow of her head, then wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft and leaned in closer, running her tongue slowly up its length.

She paused when she reached his bulbous tip, gazing up at him and seeing that he was looking towards the ceiling, already breathing hard. Then she giggled and ran her tongue in small circles around the sensitive flesh of his head. She was rewarded with a loud groan through clenched teeth, and his gaze was towards her once more, watching her pleasure his cock. Now that his eyes were back on her, Iroha closed one of her bright baby blues in a wink, then took him into her mouth, her soft lips sliding down the length of his shaft until they were wrapped around the base.

His tip tickled the back of her throat, but Iroha had excellent control over her gag reflex. While he was still completely engorged in her hot, wet mouth, she ran her tongue several times up and down his shaft, alternating the speed of her licks between slow and fast. Then she started to take him out of her, moving back up his member at a snail's pace, stopping to meet his eyes with her gaze when just his tip was was still in her, her full red lips wrapped around it. Then with another wink, she pulled away completely, disengaging with a wet pop.

Adel had been moaning his appreciation the entire time he'd been inside her mouth. After she let go, she saw his member twitching, heard him taking several long, deep breaths to try and regain control, and stop from going off so soon. "My lady…" he gasped. "That was amazing."

"I'm only just beginning, Master. Now that I've gotten your beautiful cock nice and wet, I'll show you my true skills." So saying, she cupped the bottoms of her impressive melon-shaped breasts and leaned in closer to him, wrapping them around his rigid manhood.

Adel gasped again at the feeling of those large, milky pillows smothering his impressive length. With his cock firmly wedged in her cleavage, Iroha began to slide her breasts up and down his shaft, working her Master in between them. She smiled when she heard his moaning grow more pronounced, one hand running through the ebony silk of her hair, while his other stroked her back.

"Iroha," he gasped. "It… it feels wonderful." Her pert flesh mounds were so soft, and the heat generated by them as they glided effortlessly up and down his cock was intense. Not to mention her skill with them easily matched her oral skills, a fact he was reminded of a minute later when Iroha craned her head down to take his tip back inside her mouth, lightly sucking it while her breasts continued to work the rest of him.

"Mmmmm," Iroha moaned around the head of his member, tongue flicking across it in quick little strokes. In her position next to him, on her knees with her upper body bent over his crotch, it again gave a clear display of the pleasing M shape of her thong-clad glutes. The sight of her incomparable butt was enough to move his gaze away from her impressive mouth and breast work. The hand on her back drifted down to her bottom, and Iroha moaned louder when she felt him gripping one of her bountiful butt cheeks.

So she kept pumping him between her breasts, constricting his shaft with her abundant flesh, which still felt lighter than air as her ample pillows slid up and down his length. She smiled demurely while she worked, the tip of his member still engorged in her hot, wet mouth, lips squeezing around it every few strokes, in tandem with small, satisfying flicks from her skilled tongue. "Oh, Fraulein," he gave a loud groan and raised his hand slightly, bringing it back down on her butt with a smack that echoed through his bed-chambers.

This earned a muffled moan from his lover, who kept stroking him with her generous breasts. She changed her oral technique so that her tongue now moved around his tip in circles, which caused Adel to smack her lovely bottom even harder.

"Oh, Iroha… I… can't take it! If… if you don't stop soon, I'm… going to lose it!"

She opened her mouth, freeing his tip from its pleasing confines. "It's okay, Master," she spoke in a seductive purr, voice showing none of the innocence it had the very first time she'd spoken to him. "Please… cum whenever you wish. My goal is to make you feel your best, and I will do anything to achieve that end. If you want, I can let you finish inside of my mouth."

He shuddered at hearing that, caressed her cheek with his left hand while his other kept squeezing and stroking her incredible butt. "Fraulein… will you permit me?"

Iroha giggled and then used her tongue to tickle his sensitive tip, earning another shudder. "Happily, Master." She squeezed her breasts tighter around his cock and began to work even faster, both her hands and her very ample bosom becoming a blur as they worked him. The entire time, the maid gazed at him with her sweet, sparkling blue eyes, her expression one of pure contentment.

It was that look that pushed Adel even closer to his inevitable release. Less than a minute later, Iroha felt him twitching against her cleavage. So she increased her pace even more, and took his rigid head back into her mouth, causing him to lose it after just a few more strokes.

Iroha moaned softly when she felt the explosion of salty warmth erupting down her throat, accompanied by Adel's cries of pleasure at his intense climax. She kept moaning even while she sucked down and swallowed every last string of his thick semen, taking the entire load into her stomach without choking or gagging.

Finally spent, the blond man sagged back onto his pillows, trying to catch his breath. He felt the pleasant tickle of Iroha's tongue while she finished draining him, and then she released his cock from the heavenly confines of her mouth and breasts. She smiled up at him and gulped down the last bit of his seed still lingering at the back of her throat. "I take it you enjoyed my paizuri, Master?" She asked him.

Adelheid gave her a pat on the rear, and then reached over to the nightstand, picking up the glass of water there and offering it to her. She smiled as she accepted it and took a long drink. "Thank you, Master. You're a true gentleman."

He took the glass back and drank from it as well before setting it back down. It was only after re-hydrating himself that he was able to speak. "Iroha… that was incredible. One of the greatest things I've ever felt."

She sat up then and leaned in close to him, huge soft breasts once more squishing against his pecs. "I'm very happy I could please you, Master. Is there anything more you require from your loyal maid?"

He rewarded her with a long, deep kiss before answering. "I would… like every much to use my own mouth on you."

"Of course," she said with a giggle. "Anything for my sweet, handsome Master." Iroha got up from the bed, and with her back facing him, she gripped the sides of her black thong underwear, and began to slide them down her long legs, bending at the waist when she got to her knees, and thrusting her succulent booty closer to Adel. She looked over her shoulder at him, giggled again when she saw his wide-eyed stare at her plump caboose.

"Do you like my butt, Master?" The blue-eyed vixen asked him.

Adel couldn't speak right away, only stare at those large, perfectly-sculpted globes of Grade A meat. "It's perfection," he finally managed to whisper. "Oh, God, Iroha… I need you to sit on my face. Please, my lady."

"My Master never needs to ask, for my body belongs to him," Iroha said, then slipped her panties to the floor, and stepped out of them, turning back towards the bed now dressed in nothing except her white maid's headdress and those black thigh-high stockings.

Adel's breath caught in his throat, once more admiring her toned, yet voluptuous physique. He saw the faint ripple of ab muscles on her otherwise flat stomach, loving how it contrasted with the wide feminine curve of her hips and the inverted triangle of curly black hair on her pubic mound, which crowned her healthy pink slit. "You're so beautiful, Iroha," he stammered out. "The face of an angel, the body of a goddess… a perfect work of art."

Iroha blushed as she sat back down on the bed, once more pressing her soft body close to his. "And you are the most handsome Master I've ever had the honor to serve." She gave him another slow, deep kiss on on his lips. "You may lie down when you're ready."

He was more than ready, going flat on his back right after she spoke those words. She moved into position, her thick thighs straddling his torso while she faced his feet. "Just pinch my left thigh if you need air, Master," she said, and then lowered those glorious butt cheeks onto his face.

Adel managed a deep breath before he was smothered in pillowy softness, her copious butt fat squishing down on either side of him. Wasting no time, his hands moved to grasp all that plump, fragrant flesh, fingers hooking into the soft meat of her succulent booty. The heady musk of her arousal was strong, an indication of her own deep longing, and he loved the way it contrasted with the now overwhelming jasmine scent of her perfume. "Perfect work of art," he repeated, his voice now muffled, then he began to squeeze and fondle those immaculate cheeks.

With his face resting snugly between her plump glutes, Iroha began to grind against him, loving the feel of his hands working her generous ass meat. One moment he would squeeze hard, the next stroking in a circular motion, first with light pressure, then increasing, pressing her hot silky flesh together, then spreading it apart. The whole time he stared up in awe, mesmerized by the near-perpetual motion of her jiggling rump, caused by both his hands and her grinding.

Iroha gasped louder when she felt him grasp more frantically, once more hooking his fingers to bury them as deep as he could in her creamy butt fat. Adel was starting to feel a little-lightheaded from the shallow breaths he was taking in through his nose, but he kept at it, savoring the divine treasure of Iroha's butt for as long as he could. He had never seen one so big, so smooth, yet so soft and perky at the same time. Though she was not shy about showing it off, he imagined that very few men had ever been in the position he was now in, and he considered himself blessed for that.

Finally, Iroha felt two of his fingers pinching the thick, toned flesh on her upper left thigh, just above the lacy cuff of her stocking. She sat up just a little, at which point she heard him replenish his lungs with several deep breaths. "Are you all right, Master?" She asked.

"I am in Heaven, my lady," she heard him reply, his hands still glomped on her butt cheeks, fingers curling and uncurling in her soft flesh. "But could you move back just a little? I… I want to taste you. Use my mouth on you as you did to me."

"Whatever you desire, beloved Master," she said before dutifully complying, sliding back a few inches and lowering herself again. Her butt was still smothering his head, but now she could feel his mouth pressed against the hot pink folds of her sex.

Iroha gasped at the feeling of his warm tongue working her slit, sliding with little effort across her wet outer lips. After a minute of that, he pushed his tongue deeper inside, seeking out the soft walls of her sex, and then her gasps become a much louder cry. "Oh, Master!" Her moaning filled the bedroom much like Adel's had done not too long ago. "Oh, it's so good!"

She was grinding her hips down on him now, her huge, soft butt cheeks rubbing across his head while he lapped at her inflamed womanhood. He savored her sweet taste, his tongue now skillfully probing inside her love tunnel, and his hands continued to squeeze and fondle her incomparable booty.

Iroha's eyes rolled back in her head, and even in her kneeling position she felt her legs going weak. Just like his hands seemed to have a fire burning beneath them, so too did his tongue radiate an intense heat that only made her juices flow more freely, now trickling out of her at a steady pace into his parched mouth.

Adelheid squeezed her butt even harder, fingers clawing more frantically at her thick, succulent ass meat, and his tongue lapped with equal fervor against Iroha's cleft, drinking as much of her womanly nectar as he could while stoking the fires of her lust. "Master!" She cried out again, nearly making the walls of the bedroom shake. "Oooooh! Never have I known such exquisite pleasure! You're too kind to me!"

"You deserve it, Fraulein!" She heard him whisper, voice muffled by his decadent feasting between her legs. Her taste was more satisfying than a finely aged spirit, and combined with the pleasing smells of jasmine and lavender on her baby-soft skin… the blond man felt as though he were in Heaven, despite the agonies he'd endured so far that week.

So their dance continued, Iroha's butt grinding against his face, Adel squeezing her plump flesh for all he was worth, while his tongue lashed at her sensitive folds, stoking the fires in her loins and pushing her towards the inevitable climax. As she ground on him, Iroha was using her own hands to fondle her ample breasts, pinching and tugging her sensitive nipples in time with Adel's stroking of her butt. "Oh, Master!" Her cries rang through the room. "Oh, you're so good! You're the best Master I've ever served! Oh, Gods, I feel… I feel like I'm going to…"

The words died in her throat seconds later, replaced by a cry of passion that shook the bed. Iroha arched her back as she climaxed, pressing her convulsing pussy hard against her Master's face, and the incredible heat of his touch. Adelheid gripped her butt cheeks tightly and continued to drive his tongue into her while she came, lapping at the hot juices squirting from her sex.

Finally spent, Iroha ceased grinding with her hips and settled down once more, arms at her sides, breathing heavily. Adel released his grip on her bottom and let her roll off of him to lie on the other side of the bed, and catch her breath. While she rested, he felt around on the nightstand until he found the rag that Rose had placed on his forehead earlier, used it to wipe his face, and then tossed it onto the floor.

"Thank you, Master," he then heard Iroha whisper breathlessly.

He smiled, reaching out a hand to stroke her backside. "It was my pleasure, my lady. You taste divine. But I expect no less from an angel."

Iroha smiled as she sat up on the bed, having caught her breath. She couldn't help but notice that sitting on his face while he ate her out had gotten Adelheid rock-hard again, as his impressive member stood rigid and erect, jutting upward from the thatch of blond curls at its base. "I'm so lucky to have such a caring Master," she said. "But I can see my task is not finished yet. If you wish it, I am eager to please you again." She gently ran a finger up the length of his shaft, sending a tangible shiver through him.

"I would like that very much, my lady," he said, sitting up a little on the bed, but the maid gently forced him back down.

"Please, Master. You still need to rest your leg. Just lay there and allow me to do my job, and I promise that I'll have you feeling better in no time."

The sight of the almost-naked buxom beauty on his bed, her fingers stroking his throbbing manhood, made Adelheid willingly surrender. He nodded dumbly, which earned a giggle of delight from Iroha. "Wonderful! Now, just relax, Master." She moved into position, straddling his loins with her own. Though she remembered what he liked, so she still faced away from him, her perfect butt cheeks within easy reach.

Adel watched in awe as one hand lightly gripped the base of his member, aligning the two lovers for penetration. Then Iroha heard him gasp loudly as her silky folds slid down around his length, taking very inch of it into her tight, wet love tunnel. She gasped as well, feeling that deliciously indescribable source of heat now filling her eager womanhood, sending fresh waves of pleasure racing along every nerve.

Then she took some breaths to steel herself, remembering that her Master's pleasure must come first. Your job is to make him feel better. So she set to it, rocking her hips against his loins, slow at first, but then with increasing speed, while sliding her hot nether-lips up and down his engorged member.

Adelheid groaned at the intense sensation, while staring in awe at the voluptuous naked maid riding him in reverse. Iroha's arms remained at her sides to avoid putting pressure on his legs, the graceful swan-like curve of her bare back arched just so, gasping and moaning softly as she bobbed against his cock, her tight lips sliding upwards almost to the tip, pausing for a split second before coming back down to bury him to the hilt once more.

"My lady…" he breathed in awe at the sight.

"Are… are you enjoying my healing technique, Master?" She heard him ask.

"It's… incredible, Iroha. It feels even better than your mouth. If… such a thing were possible."

"Aaaah, I'm so happy right now! To be giving my Master so much pleasure and healing!"

"Can… can you go faster?"

"As you wish, Master." Her pace increased then, and a faint, moist slapping noise now echoed through the bedroom in addition to their non-stop moaning, courtesy of Iroha's ample butt cheeks bouncing like balloons against Adel's loins with each downward thrust. He once more found himself staring wide-eyed at the hypnotic sight of that booty meat jiggling in steady rhythm with her riding his cock. Possessed by animal lust, his hands raised up and then came down on her shapely posterior with a loud smack.

There was plenty for him to grab, and he took full advantage of this, fingers once more clawing and squeezing at all her bouncing butt fat. Another cry of passion escaped her full lips, and she arched her back once more, her perfect breasts how pointing towards the ceiling. Since she was not facing him, Adelheid could only imagine those huge, perky flesh mounds heaving in perfect harmony with her twerking butt cheeks, and the thought was pushing him dangerously close to a premature climax. He could feel his shaft starting to twitch against the walls of her hot, tight pussy.

"My… my lady…" He groaned through clenched teeth. "I… I can't take much more. Please… stop…"

Iroha somehow managed to focus through the overwhelming fog of her own pleasure to obey, and ceased riding him. She paused there for a moment until she felt the twitches in his manhood cease, then she rose slowly off of him and moved next to him on the bed, turning to face him in a submissive, kneeling position, her head bowed. "Why did you order me to stop, Master?" She panted, still a little winded from her ministrations. "It felt like you were ready to cum."

He smiled, and sat up on the bed. "I was, my lady. But I… didn't want to do that too soon. Not without experiencing more of your excellent healing. And this time, I'd like to lead. Turn around, please, Fraulein."

Iroha raised her head, then smiled and turned on her hands and knees, presenting herself to her lover like a woman in heat. She glanced over her shoulder at him and swayed her hips sensuously, shaking her plump, naked behind at him. "Of course, my Master. Please… take your pleasure from me in any way you wish."

Adelheid moved gingerly on his injured leg, even though it was feeling better. Finally, he was kneeling behind the beautiful maid, his rigid member standing straight out in front of him. Iroha felt him slap the tip against one of her butt cheeks, but then started just a little when he tapped it on the tight little rim of her anus. "Do… do you wish to violate my butt, Master?" She asked, keeping the apprehension from her voice. "I mean, you may, if... that would make you feel better. I will do what I must."

He responded by swiping his bulbous head down through the crevasse between her shapely glutes, then lined it up with the dripping wet entrance to her sex. Then he leaned in, whispered into her ear. "It's tempting, my lady, but some other time. I know you need to prepare for that sort of thing, which you haven't, and… I don't want to hurt you."

Iroha sighed, a tear of happiness threatening to slip from her bright blue eyes. He's such a kind and caring Master! She thought. Then she felt him straighten up, tightly grip her butt cheeks with both hands, and slide his manhood inside her, burying himself to the hilt in her tight pussy. He then began to pump with his hips, pounding her with hard, deep thrusts in a possessive manner that only made her loins burn even hotter.

The smacking of his flesh against hers reached critical levels, as did their moaning, to the point where Iroha was sure that everyone else in the Sky Noah knew what they were doing. But she didn't care. She was pleasing her Master, which was her purpose for living among humans in their form. She arched her head back and cried out as he slammed into her over and over, feeling his hands tightly gripping her rear.

Taking her from behind was causing those tantalizing glutes to bounce even more prominently, her butt fat jiggling like fresh gelatin each time his loins slapped against her. Adelheid stared down as he pumped her, mesmerized by the sight. His animal longing running even stronger through his veins, he raised one hand and then slapped it down upon her creamy cheek, eliciting a cry of pleasure from his lover.

"Oh, Master! Ah, yes! Take my body! Make it yours!"

He slapped the opposite cheek, then, making her cry even louder. "Oh, Iroha! This is… incredible! I'm so lucky to be your Master!"

"I'm so lucky to be your maid! Aaaaah! Please, Master! Fuck me!"

"With pleasure, Fraulein!"

A slow ache was creeping back into his leg, but Adel did not care. They would deal with that later. Now, there was only him and his beautiful Butt-Maid, their bodies linked in a frenzied dance of lust and passion. He achieved a rhythm of two thrusts per second, churning away at her tight womanhood, one hand gently tugging at her shimmering raven hair while the other continued to smack her bouncing booty.

Iroha's moaning grew louder still, mouth hanging open while her eyes rolled back in her head. "Aaaaah, Master! Please… don't stop! Oooooh, it's so good!"

Adel was putting every ounce of strength he had into pumping with his hips. He ignored the pain in his leg, all his thoughts focused on fucking this stunning woman who now shared his bed, his moaning matching hers in volume. He increased his thrusts to three per second, and from there it was not long before he felt a familiar twitching indicating that he was close once again. And this time, he would not put it off any longer. "Oh, God… Iroha… I can… I feel it's about to happen!"

"Oh! Me too, Master! I'm going to cum!"

"I… I need to pull out!"

"No, Master! Please don't pull out! Cum inside of me! It… it will feel better for you!"

For a moment, she felt him slow his pace as he considered. "Are… you absolutely sure, Iroha?"

"Yes, Master! Please! Finish inside me!"

So he resumed his frantic pace, the rhythmic slapping of their flesh rivaling their cries and moans. "Oh, yes!" Iroha screamed. "I'm cumming! Ooooh, oooooh… I'm… I'm cumming!"

At the exact moment that the walls of her sex began to clench and spasm in orgasmic convulsions, Iroha felt her Master slam into her one last time, followed by the same explosion of warmth she'd felt when he'd cum inside her mouth, but this time spreading across her lower belly as her womb was flooded with his hot seed. The convulsions of his engorged member spilling out inside of her was in perfect synchrony with her own juices squirting from her vaginal entrance, creaming all over his loins. Both lovers screamed out their passion as they surrendered to their simultaneous climax.

Adelheid Bernstein gave one final thrust into his maid, and then he was spent. Still sheathed inside her wet pink folds, he collapsed on top of her, his hands reaching around to massage the hanging fruit of her breasts, while his lips covered her neck and shoulders with gentle kisses.

"Master!" She breathed softly, her heart still racing. "That was so good!"

"You're amazing, my lady!" He whispered into her ear. "A perfect work of art!"

"I'm your perfect work of art!" She answered, then turned her head so Adel could kiss her passionately on her mouth. But once the moment of ecstasy had passed, the pain in his leg returned, and he realized he could not hold this position any longer, much as he wanted to.

Iroha gasped when she felt him pull out of her, and for a time, she wrapped both arms around the bedpost, catching her breath and waiting for the world to stop spinning. She was almost recovered when she felt his cum start to trickle out of her, pooling on the comforter. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Master," she said. "I… seem to have made a mess. I'll change the bedclothes right away."

"Please, leave that for later," she heard him softly say. Iroha turned and saw him propped against his pillows, muscular arms held out to her with a handsome smile on his face. "Come here. Let me hold you."

Her own smile was just as bright. "As you wish, Master," she said, and soon she was on her side with Adel spooning her from behind, holding her close to him, one hand cupping her breast while the other stroked the silky curve of her hip. No words were spoken for the next several minutes, but none were needed. The two lovers simply enjoyed their afterglow, savoring each other like a finely-aged spirit.

"Do you feel better, Master?" Iroha finally ventured to ask.

She felt him shift position slightly, tightening his grip on her. "Better than I have all week," she heard him say. "You may not have solved my problems, but you helped me forget them for a time. In the best possible way. So thank you."

A broad grin spread over her full red lips. "No thanks are necessary, Master. I was so very happy to serve, and even happier that I could please you."

"And were you pleased as well, my lady?" He whispered into her hair.

She turned onto her opposite side to face him, still locked in his warm embrace. "Very much so, Master. You were wonderful. We both came at the exact same time, like our bodies were in perfect harmony. It was… magical."

He kissed her, then, slowly and deeply. "I'm no magician, Fraulein., but I'm happy I could please you too."

Iroha settled back down against him, head resting on his pecs. Her smile did not leave her face, eyes shut as she imagined all the ways she would pleasure her new lover. At last, I have a Master I can enjoy serving with my whole being. One who cares for me just as deeply. My life is complete.

They continued to snuggle, Adel enjoying her warmth and her pleasing scent, but it wasn't long before Iroha felt something familiar poke her in the stomach. She opened her eyes and glanced down at his member, once more rigid with desire. "Would you like for me to please you again, Master?" She asked.

His smile grew just a little wicked. "This time, I think I'll please you." A moment later, Iroha found herself pinned underneath him, his hands clasped around hers with their fingers interlocked. She smiled back and eagerly wrapped her thick thighs around his midsection.

"Oh, yes, Master!" Iroha said with a breathless gasp as he slid inside her with ease, and began to pump with his hips. "Make love to me!" He smiled down at her before turning his attention to her breasts, suckling one of her stiff pink nipples while he softly pounded her. Once more Iroha's eyes rolled back in her head, feeling like she was already about to cum...

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?" A shrill voice screaming from the doorway brought Iroha crashing down from Heaven, and her gaze moved swiftly from Adel's handsome face to that of his sister standing nearby, hands on her hips with a look of murder in her crimson eyes that would have made her father proud.

"Well?" Rose snapped. "Explain yourself, you filthy little slut! What the hell do you think you're doing?"

The familiar voice was screaming in Iroha's ear, and as she was coming awake, she felt a hand roughly slap her thong-clad bottom, making her jump off the couch she'd been napping on. She turned and stood as rigid as possible before her employer, who was only a few feet away. Rose Bernstein was dressed down even more than the last time Iroha had seen her, wearing a white slip with her bathrobe tied loosely on over it, and she'd not yet put on her face for the day, but still she cut an imposing figure. She folded her arms across her breast and repeated: "Well? Explain yourself! I asked you a question."

Iroha's blue-eyed gaze flicked over to the four-poster bed where Adelheid was starting to wake up. Inwardly she breathed a sigh of relief, since that meant the very vivid erotic dream she'd been having while taking a quick snooze had been just that. But if Rose hadn't caught her in the act of being ravaged by Adel, Iroha had no idea why the regal blonde was still so angry. All she'd done was try to get a quick nap on the couch before her Master woke up again. "I… don't understand, milady," she said.

"Well, that's no surprise," Rose snapped, "given that you have no brains in your head, since they're probably all down in that fat ass of yours! What makes you think you can slack off on my dime? I hired you to do a job, and I don't remember saying you could sleep on it. I am not running a charity home, here! If you're going to goof off instead of doing what you're being paid to do, maybe I should find someone else! So, I'll ask again, and this time don't play dumb with me, whore: explain what makes you think you can sleep on the job?"

"Um…" Iroha stammered, her cheeks going red, while tears started to brim in her bright blue eyes. She tried to think of something to say, but found herself at a loss.

Thankfully, Adel was wide awake now, in large part due to his sister's shouting, and quickly spoke out. "Rose, will you leave that poor woman alone? She's been watching over me all night, even while I slept. She has to be tired. She just needed to grab a little rest. Our servants are not machines. They need their sleep as much as we do. So stop berating her."

At hearing his voice, the younger Bernstein rushed to the bed, her ire at the crane-maid forgotten. "Oh, you're right of course, dear brother," she said, taking one of his hands in both of hers. "I only did it because I'm so worried about you! This tournament isn't even halfway over, and even though I know you'll be the victor, I can't have you going into the third round without your leg being fully healed. So I don't want to be stern with her, but I do it for your well-being. She doesn't understand you like I do. No one does."

There were things Adel felt he should have said, but in the end, he just wanted her out of the room so he could relax again. So he nodded his agreement. "Yes, of course. I understand."

Rose smiled and kissed his cheek. "Yes, you know I'm right. Now I have to go shower and prepare myself to meet Lord Krauser for the day's preparations. You still have a full day to get well, so concentrate on that. Don't worry yourself with anything related to the tournament. I'm more than capable of handling things." She then turned her gaze to Iroha, still standing by the couch with hands folded in front of her apron, looking sheepishly down at the Turkish carpet. In an instant, her visage twisted from that of the devoted sister to that of the petulant bitch that everyone else participating in the Kumite knew her as.

"And as for you," she said with less volume in her voice, but still the same amount of venom. "I have half a mind to order you to put on more professional attire, but it would be a case of pearls before swine. It doesn't matter how much you dress her up, a lazy whore is still a lazy whore. Don't let me catch you slacking in your duties again!" With that, she tilted her head back, sucked in her chest, and excused herself from the room.

A long, uncomfortable silence followed after her departure. Adel looked at Iroha, still standing by the couch, a hairs-breadth away from bursting into tears. Finally, he dared to cautiously say: "Iroha… can you come here, please?"

With eyes still fixed on the floor, she obeyed. Her steps contained none of the purpose, the boundless zeal he'd seen in them over the last several hours, when she'd been devoted to her task. Now she moved meekly, like a once-proud stallion broken by the whip. After several tense, agonizing seconds, she reached the bedside. Before Adel could say anything, however, she dropped to her knees, still not daring to look at him.

"She's right, Master!" The maid blurted out. "The fault is mine! I… I should have been more focused on my task, my duty to serve you! What if something happened while I was asleep, something that aggravated your wound? Then I would have failed my beloved Master. I am completely in the wrong, and will face the consequences of my actions. Even if it means you wish to send me away!"

Somehow, Adel found that he was even more uncomfortable than she. It took a moment for him to compose himself, willing the red from his cheeks, and then he reached out of the bed, placed a hand on her shoulder. "Please… get up. The floor is no place for a lady."

She looked up at him, then, saw the softness on his handsome face, so unlike his sister. Relief quickly replaced her fear, and she rose to her feet, though she still kept her hands folded demurely in front of her apron. Adel gave her a faint smile. "I must apologize for my sister, because I know that she won't. I also know I was… short with you when we first met, and I apologize for that as well. Rose and I have a lot weighing on our minds at the moment, but that's no excuse for treating others poorly. You have nothing to fear, my lady, because you did nothing wrong. I know you've been doing an excellent job taking care of me. Don't concern yourself with my sister's threats. I'm the one who's injured, so I get the final decision on who gets to care for me, and I say you may stay. I am very grateful for what you've done for me so far."

Those words were all it took to instantly change her mood. "Thank you, Master!" She said, her face beaming as she threw herself at Rugal's heir and wrapped her arms around him in a hug, burying her face in his chiseled pecs.

After an awkward moment, Adel placed his own arms loosely around Iroha, hands barely touching her back. It felt like the maid was lingering there almost a little too long, and nuzzling his bare chest with her cheek more than he was comfortable with. Finally, he cleared his throat. "You're… welcome, of course, Iroha, but… that will do, please."

Reluctantly, she pulled away, her angelic face still radiating warmth. Adelheid smiled faintly back at her, and with her dream still fresh in her mind, Iroha found herself feeling a little bolder than usual. "Master," she asked. "Do you… like me?"

He raised one blond eyebrow at the question, and after looking like he was considering his options, answered cautiously. "I haven't… known you very long, my lady, but from what I've gathered in our short time together, you are a very kind, and caring person who doesn't seem to have a hateful bone in their body."

"Thank you, Master!" She giggled, and gave a dutiful bow. "I… like you very much, as well." She turned over to the table, a short distance from the bed, and bent over its polished mahogany surface, pretending to be looking for her bag of healing implements, but instead thrusting her wide, thong-clad bottom in Adel's direction. She shimmied her hips while she worked, making her plump cheeks sway from side to side, just as she'd done in her dream.

Except now that I'm awake, I see that Master Bernstein is very much as sweet and kind as he was in my dream. He deserves to have me, if he desires. I'm going to take that chance. While still bent over, Iroha reached behind her and placed one hand flat on her silk-clad leg, resting her palm against the juncture where the lacy black cuff of her satin stocking met with her equally smooth flesh. She ran her hand slowly up her shapely thigh, then across the round expanse of her butt cheek, pausing to glance over her shoulder at Adel.

The blond man was still sitting up in bed, but now looking away from her, trying to keep his magenta-eyed gaze fixed on the floor. The maid giggled again at his modesty. "Master… do you find me beautiful?"

The red in his cheeks deepened at hearing that, matching the color of his eyes. "I… beg your pardon, my lady?"

She turned back towards the bed, closing the distance between them until her ample chest, and the absolute display of her cleavage, were only a few inches from his face. As in the dream, she was close enough for him to smell her perfume. "Do you find me beautiful?" She repeated.

He took a deep breath as he raised his head, doing his best to look her in the eyes. "I… would be lying if I said I didn't… find you attractive."

Another giggle escaped her full lips. "And I… find you very handsome, Master. It may interest you to know that… I am skilled in many different forms of healing."

He gulped a little. "Are… are you? I don't… think I knew that."

"Yes, Master. If there is anything you want from me, and I mean anything at all, whatever you desire, you have only to ask." Summoning all of her nerve, then, she grabbed the lapels on the front of her uniform and pulled the fabric aside, exposing her breasts to the young Bernstein. Her voice then dropped to a whisper. "I am happy to serve my Master… in any way." She closed one of her baby blue eyes in a suggestive wink.

Upon seeing Iroha expose herself, Adelheid's demeanor changed in an instant. He sat up straighter on the bed and actually backed away from her a little. "Cover yourself at once, Iroha!" He snapped, his voice raising to a volume she'd never heard before. "This behavior is not acceptable!"

Iroha was so stunned by his response, it took several seconds for her to register, but finally, she pulled the fabric of her garment back into place over her breasts, and then turned her gaze towards the floor, fear once more clouding her normally vibrant eyes. She tried to speak, but no words were coming out, so Adel used the silence to continue.

"What in Heaven's name has gotten into you? Was my sister right about you?"

This time, Iroha could not stop the tears from spilling out over her eyelids. "I'm… I'm so sorry, Master," she spoke through quivering lips. "It was never my intention to offend you. I… I only wanted to serve."

"By whoring yourself to me? Have you no pride?"

She lifted her gaze to meet his, then. "I have more than you think. What I offered you just now… is not something I offer to just anyone. I only give myself physically to a Master who I think is actually worthy of me, one who is sweet, and compassionate, and treats women with respect. I did not do this out of any sense of duty or obligation. I offered my body to you willingly, because I would enjoy it, too. I don't know much about this world, but I know it isn't wrong to have needs, as long as you have standards."

His expression softened a little, then, through a combination of her words and also her tear-stained expression. "I am sorry if I implied you were… loose, Iroha. Even though you sound like you mean well, I… I can't give you what you need."

"Why? Do you not find me beautiful?"

"I think you are extremely beautiful. It's just…"

Iroha gave a heavy sigh. "There's another woman, isn't there? Is it… your sister? I mean, it's okay if it is, I won't judge. But I've… seen how she looks at you, and speaks to you."

Now he couldn't help but laugh, in spite of himself. "Oh, God, no. I am aware that Rose's… feelings towards me border on being unhealthy. But I can assure you, my lady, that attraction is not mutual."

Confusion marred her face, then. "So… why can't we make love?"

Adelheid reached over and gave the edge of the mattress a pat, inviting her to sit. With some hesitation, Iroha did so. Before he began, the blond man opened a drawer on the nightstand, pulled out a silk handkerchief, and offered it to her. Iroha accepted it, and after she'd wiped her face, Adel asked her: "What do you know about my family, Iroha?"

"Very little, Master," she answered. "It's a long story, but… I'm not familiar with this time."

"It's all right," he said. "Honestly, the less you know about my father, the better. What I will tell you is that after my mother passed on, he was fond of seeking out what he called 'pleasant temporary distraction' with the chambermaids on the Sky Noah. Though lately I've had the feeling that he started this before mother died, after he learned of her illness."

"I'm sorry, Master," she said.

"You don't have to be. He was who he was. It's something I struggle with, but it's my own struggle, no one else. Anyway, when I turned sixteen, he decided that it was time for me to… become a man, as he said. So he sent one of the maids to my room, with instructions that she let me… have my way with her until morning."

"And… and did you?"

He scoffed. "Of course not. When she told me who had sent her and why, I could never have done that to her. It would have been rape. But I also knew that I couldn't send her away, or else my father would beat her for failing in her task. So I told her to sleep on the bed for the night, while I slept on my sofa. In the morning, before she left, I instructed her to say that if my father asked, she was to tell him that she carried out his instructions. I of course played along whenever he brought it up."

"You're a good person," said Iroha, smiling brightly. "I chose well."

He shrugged. "Yes, well, my point is, my father enjoyed his distractions. It's who he was. But not who I am. I am not the sort who goes to bed with a woman he's just met, let alone one who is in my family's employ. Please understand that."

Iroha stood up once more, gave a bow. "I do, Master. Please understand it was not my intention in any way to offend you, and if I did I'm truly sorry. I was sincere when I offered myself to you physically, because… I felt you were worthy of that honor."

This got a small laugh from him. "You have a good heart, my lady. And I would like you to continue your services, but strictly in a professional and platonic sense."

Another dutiful bow. "I would be honored, my lord."

He reached out, and took her hand in his. "I do understand the need for intimacy. It's something we all want from life. And I'm sorry that I can't fulfill that need. But I will hope that someday, you find a Master who can. But make sure he treats you with the respect you deserve." He leaned towards her hand, then, placed a soft kiss on her knuckles.

She blushed a little at that. "Thank you, Master. If you're ready, I'll… see to your wound."

He leaned back on the pillow, grunting as he stretched his right leg. "Danke, Fraulein."

Iroha moved back to the table and retrieved her supplies, this time not bending at the waist. After washing and dressing Adel's knee, she stood and wiped her hands on a towel. "Do you require anything else, Master?"

He nodded. "Please. When you have a minute, could you go to the kitchen and tell Christof that I'd like my breakfast? A half dozen eggs over easy, a half-dozen potato pancakes with lingonberry jam, some fried weisswurst, brown brötchen, and a bowl of bircher muesli. And plenty of coffee and orange juice. Do you… need to write this down?"

Iroha shook her head. "No, Master. I have it all committed to memory. But I do have a request."

"Which is?"

"With your leave, I'd like to assist your chef with preparing your breakfast. I… don't mean to boast, but eggs happen to be my specialty."

Adelheid gave her a warm smile. "By all means. I look forward to trying them."

He probably wouldn't be saying that if he knew why Iroha was a genius with eggs, but she chose to keep quiet about that. "I am happy to serve, Master. I'll see you shortly." She bowed low, then, but not low enough to display the "letter of the day," and then she turned and left her Master's bedroom, starting towards the kitchen.

Even at this early hour, the Sky Noah was starting to bustle with activity, and Iroha passed several staff as she walked down the hallway, most of whom turned to glance at her blatant rear window, but the she paid them no mind. There was no harm in just looking, and if they got grabby, she knew how to handle herself.

No harm in just looking. She would have to apply that thinking to her current Master. She may not be able to touch him in the manner she would like, but she could still admire him all she wanted with her eyes. And she would continue to hope that someday, she would find a Master who she could serve with her entire being.

But for the moment, she had a job to do. She picked up the pace as she continued towards the kitchen, moving with a new sense of purpose, and self-worth. A maid's work is never done, she thought to herself. Or a woman's.

Fin.

ADDITIONAL NOTES

So I know it seems like I've been over-using the dream trope lately in my smut fics, but it honestly seemed like the best way to write a hetero sex scene with Iroha. I could have done the fic of her consummating with her "Master" in the eighteenth century, but then I would have been filled with the urge to scrub my hands with steel wool after I was done (and probably set fire to my keyboard). Same if I had set this in LordRyu's "Heroines"-verse. And like I said, I like what Jojo came up with for Iroha in his Kumite-verse. Iroha considers whomever she is serving at any particular moment to be her Master. And the only way she could do it with Adelheid was in her dreams. But this will probably be the last "dream sex" fic I do for a while.

This fic references a lot of things that happen in Kumite 2, or are happening around Chapter 39. I won't list them all here, but if you've read Jojo's fic, as I told you to do before reading this one, you probably spotted them.

Iroha's line about the eggs… is a reference to LordRyu's "Shin Nihon Shitposts," in particular Chapter 5. I recommend checking it out, as it's an amusing read, but my only caveat is that it might kill your "Iroha boner" if you're squeamish.

Food porn education:

Weisswurst – mild veal and pork sausage that is a popular breakfast item in Germany.

Brötchen – German for "bread". The brown variety is apparently also popular at breakfast.

Bircher Muesli – oats, fruit, honey and other ingredients usually softened overnight in milk.

And that's all for now. Hope you all enjoyed, and that you've read Jojo's Kumite fics. They are a love letter to the last three decades of SNK's history in video games. If Jojo considers these fics I keep coming up with to be gifts, well… he deserves them. Because his Kumite-verse is a true labor of love.

Until next time, stay thirsty...