Michael comforts Siesta when she awakens from a nightmare in the early hours of the morning.


Comfort

"...Michael?" comes a soft, whispery voice, followed by a delicate nudge against my side.

My eyes flicker open and I slowly stir with a soft groan.

"Mmh... Hey," I moan, lifting a hand over my face to brush away the dry drool crusting over my chin, my voice groggy.

Though it has to be early in the morning at best, pale moonlight shines through the gaps in the curtains covering Louise's large bedroom window.

Turning onto my side, I lower my eyes to the mattress bed. Quilts pulled up to her shoulders, and eyes half-closed with drowsiness, Siesta is gazing up at Louise's bed from down below.

"Siesta...?" I mutter, propping myself up on my elbows. "You, uh, you need something?"

Siesta doesn't say anything. Instead, she shuffles about down on the mattress bed and puffs out a quiet sigh. I feel a twinge of concern tug at my stomach.

"Siesta..?"

"Oh, M-Michael, forgive me, I didn't mean to wake you," stammers Siesta beneath her breath, sounding very distraught and embarrassed at the same time. "I just had an unpleasant dream, that's all."

An unpleasant dream, huh?

Frowning in sympathy for her, I lay a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"It's okay, don't be sorry," I reassure her. "Have plenty of those myself sometimes. What about...?"

Tight as a coiled spring beneath my palm, the maid doesn't respond immediately.

"Count Mott. I've been having them since he tried taking me," she replies, her voice very, very heavy. "In these dreams, you arrive too late to rescue me, and he- He..."

My heart sinks, and a deep sense of guilt clings to my conscience.

The poor girl still fears what could've happened had Kirche and I not arrived at Mott's manor in time.

"It's only a nightmare, Siesta. He won't bother you anymore."

The timid maid sighs again, trembling a little as I stroke her shoulder.

"Michael..." she mumbles very timidly and then turns her head about on the pillow so that we look straight into each other's eyes.

Tears glisten in Siesta's lovely blue orbs.

Wide and full and pleading, they cling to mine most hypnotically. Lashes dark and thick, eyelids tinted a soft pink, the girl in the green linen gown gazes into me as though I'm the centre of her very world.

"Thank you," she whispers, and I swallow the sudden dryness in my mouth. "Thank you for rescuing me that day..."

There's something unnervingly beautiful about Siesta's stare.

"Hey, it's my pleasure," I reply, forcing a soft laugh as I meet it, rubbing her shoulder warmly. "No way was I going to leave you. Damn, I'd do it all over again if I had to."

With her eyes flickering shyly, she casts her stare aside for a moment, and her face flushes pink. She lets out a trembling sigh, and closes her eyes, settling her face back into the pillow.

"I know you would, Michael," she says, very quiet.

Heart surging in my chest, I exhale a silent sigh and shift my eyes to the ceiling. Flashes of the times Siesta and I have spent together race through my thoughts as I do.

They're few and they're simple, far different from the trips to the movies or the vacation to the States Anna and I took were in university together - a trip largely funded by leftover student loan money. There were no fancy dinners or expensive gestures, either.

But they were meaningful nonetheless.

For me, every moment spent with Siesta and Louise means something. In ways, my time with Anna doesn't match.

And as I realize that, a deeply intense and heartfelt affection sparks to life in my chest.

"Hmm..."

Lips curling into a smile, I close my eyes and breathe a contented sigh.

I'm a really lucky bloke. In some ways, at least.

What Tristain lacks in modern tech and home comforts, it makes up for with a sense of charm and fondness that grows on me the longer I'm here.

Siesta's bedsheets rustle off to the side of me, prompting me to re-open my eyes.

Then, turning over, I face the girl.

Having dried her eyes, her cheeks are rosy and her eyes gleam with affection. Curling in very close, she stares longingly at me.

"Michael," she whispers, her lips parting slightly.

"Hmm?" I hum back as she inches even closer, cupping a small, shaking hand over my shoulder.

"Would you like to join me for a little while...?"

I smile warmly at her proposal.

"After a cuddle, are we?" I reply.

Receiving a meek nod from her, I get out from under the covers and turn myself around, Siesta shuffling up in her far smaller bed to make what space she can.

Lowering myself onto the familiar mattress bed, I slip under the covers beside the maid, laying my head down on the pillow.

Our faces mere inches apart, I feel her arm timidly creeping over my waist.

"Hello there," I whisper, offering Siesta a wide smile.

"Come here," she breathes, her arm clasping into a gentle embrace and pulling herself close to me.

My bare skin prickles as my warmth seeps into Siesta's cotton bedsheets, which lie on top of the quilted bedcovers already wrapped all the way around my body.

Heartbeat fluttering in my chest, the smell of her soft black hair wafts into my nose and sends my senses skyrocketing.

Nose pressing tenderly into my collarbone, her hot breath tickles my neck, quick and skittish like a feather against bare skin.

Relaxing into her, my heart swells with a feeling of intense devotion.

Beneath the sheets, my hands gently creep up her back, easing her body in.

"Does that feel nice?"

She swallows audibly.

"Yes," she breathes. "Very much so..."

Stirring herself about the soft fabric pressed around her in a gentle hug, Siesta lets out a satisfied exhale that presses her curvy frame closer to me, and I, in turn, hold her there.

"God are you warm, Siesta," I tease, eliciting a tiny moan from her when I kiss her forehead.

"My sister once said the same," she giggles, drawing back a moment, wide blue eyes staring up at me with playfulness. "I guess that makes me the best person to snuggle with on such a cold night, hmm?"

"Damned right," I whisper, lowering a hand to stroke her cheek with my thumb.

Giggling sweetly, a blush spreads over her cheeks and it causes her to grow breathless.

"Tell me about your family, You've never talked about them before," I say, moving my hand up to stroke back the black bangs tumbling over her ear.

The corner of her mouth quirks into a half-grin.

"Gladly," she sighs dreamily as I repeat my soothing strokes, her brows wrinkling up with curiosity as she obviously ponders my question. "Though I warn you, my family is rather unremarkable."

"I'm sure they aren't, Siesta. Your parents. What do they do?"

A fond smile returns to Siesta's lips as she considers her answer.

"My father, his name is Kojiro; he's a woodsman in my home village of Tarbes," she says with pride in her voice, eyes gleaming in the low light. "He and his childhood friend, Anton, run the lumber mill."

"A woodsman, hmm?"

"Yes."

Eyes glinting with joy, the maid squeezes her arms more firmly about me, resting her head comfortably beneath my chin.

"I'm getting an image of this huge, imposing guy in my head, not gonna lie," I remark, stroking her side again. "And your mum? What about her?"

"Mama helps out in the postmaster's office for a few extra coins on weekends when my younger sister Maria isn't busy at the schoolhouse. She delivers important letters to our local merchant's guild," Siesta explains, lifting her eyes and gazing into mine.

"A woodsman and a post girl, that's actually really nice, Siesta," I whisper very tenderly, offering her a small smile. Jobs from a bygone era as far as my world goes, but they're still respectable.

"And you have a sister, too?" I continue, honestly curious to learn more.

"Two, actually, and five brothers, I'm the eldest of eight," the maid responds with an air of fondness about her. My sister, Maria, is the third eldest after me and Kota."

My eyes widen a touch.

Eight?! Bloody Hell.

"That right there's a large family, Siesta," I murmur, the reality of so many siblings refusing to sink in. Especially since I'm an only child with a fairly small extended family.

Siesta simply blinks at my saying so with a look of slight innocence on her face. "Oh no it's not, Michael. Most families I know, at least those in Tarbes, have no fewer than four to eight children."

Oh, fuck me. It's probably best I keep fucking to a minimum while I'm here!

"Holy shit. How many cousins do you have?"

The maid quirks a shoulder.

"About... twenty-nine, I think? Maybe thirty..." she replies. "We're a very close family, and most of us live in Tarbes or Cloux, the next village over."

"Bloody hell, that many huh?" I whisper breathlessly, thinking it must be a nightmare keeping track of who was there for family reunions and all that sort of thing.

Receiving a simple nod, Siesta then turns to lower her eyes.

"Did I say something strange again, Michael, like the other day? You seem surprised."

"Nah, I'm just genuinely impressed, that's all. Back in my world, parents tend to have two, maybe three kids at most," I explain, raising my fingers. "Heck, some of us don't have any siblings at all."

Returning her affections as fully as I can, I wrap Siesta in a gentle yet protective embrace. The girl's deep blue eyes round in surprise, and for a few short seconds, she just stares at me with complete shock and even astonishment.

"But then... Who cares of the younger siblings if the elder ones work?" Siesta eventually asks, sounding slightly disbelieving at the notion I put in front of her. "And..."

Pausing, Siesta's cheeks redden intensely.

She then bites her lip and draws her arms around me tightly.

"The people of your world must live awfully boring lives," she breathes, a rather playful look coming to her features. "And their marriages must be terribly empty of passion..."

A chuckle leaves my mouth at Siesta's implication.

Louise said it was the year 1702 that one time, I think. When I told her about Queen Lizzy.

Is it worth even trying to entertain a conversation about contraception here, or will Siesta look at me like I'm some sort of alien from an entirely different galaxy?

Eh, fuck it. They have magic, running water in some places, and folks keep up fairly solid personal hygiene. Even the commoners. That latter one pleasantly surprised me, too. The same cannot be said for a great many countries from my world back in the olden days, though.

We'll give this a shot, and see where it goes.

"There are ways we avoid having kids if we don't want them in my world, Siesta," I explain to her with another soft smile.

Cocking her head, she blinks.

"How do you mean?"

"I'm talking contraception."

Siesta frowns in confusion. "Contra... c-comic..?"

Okay, maybe this was a bad idea.

"...The things guys wear over their... sword, to stop diseases, or girls getting pregnant," I persevere, despite a nervous jitter in my stomach over where this might end up.

Siesta suddenly grows incredibly embarrassed, her eyes widening.

"Sheathes, you mean...?" she asks with a surprised undertone, cuddling close to me despite her obvious shyness at the topic.

"Well damn, Tristain actually has them too?" I follow, wide-eyed and genuinely surprised.

"We do, though they're terribly expensive and almost impossible for peasants to find, let alone buy," Siesta answers quietly, her beautiful eyes meeting mine.

I can't help but scoff at what I've been told.

"Lemme guess, another special privilege of the nobility, am I right?"

At my having posed a question, Siesta swallows and gives me a cute, little half-smile.

"Yes, only the richest of this land know where to purchase them from, I'm told, let alone afford them," the maid explains in a whisper, her lips falling into a small frown. "Although, I cannot begin to imagine why a gent of status would want to slip something made of animal skin over his manhood..."

My stomach churns suddenly, and I shudder.

"...Animal skin?" I utter, staring at Siesta in disgust, now equally uncomfortable.

"They are cured sheep's intestines, I hear," Siesta muses, sounding genuinely unhappy. "I would very much dislike you inserting one of those into me, Michael," the girl adds, pouting at me.

Feeling my guts twirling anxiously at Siesta's point, I force a laugh.

"Hey, even if I could afford one, I wouldn't. Not after what you said they're made from," I assure her before I settle in and kiss her on the forehead.

"Thank goodness," Siesta sighs with relief, running her arms affectionately up my back.

I smirk a little at her reaction.

"Getting a little ahead of ourselves there though, aren't we?" I prod, giving Siesta a playful poke in the nose. "Don't think you should get too carried away, fantasizing about us like that."

Eyes shimmering, she giggles and blushes in response.

"And supposing such fantasies are what I yearn for...?" she hums seductively.

My heart surges within my chest.

Leaning in, and press my lips into the maid's pink blushing cheek. Holding them there for a long moment, I tilt my head and plant kisses along the length of her smooth, flawless skin.

Inhaling and exhaling a slow and measured breath, her breasts heave tantalizingly against my chest.

After a while, I inch back. Then my eyes linger on Siesta's two, large, soft, and supple mounds damn near bursting out from their gown. Overwhelming warmth fills my body as I drink them in.

"Michael..." comes the breathy murmur of Siesta's husky feminine tone, snapping me from my thoughts, her arms tightening their grasp. "My eyes are up here..."

She sniggers, having noticed where my eyes are fixated.

"...Sorry," I mutter, pulling my eyes away from her gorgeous funbags and locking them with hers.

"Don't be, please," she purrs affectionately. "...They are yours to enjoy, should it please you."

I swallow a hard lump in my throat at her offer.

Blushing strongly and breathing unsteadily, Siesta tilts her head and curls her fingers around the nape of my neck. "After all, you were certainly looking when we shared our last bath with Miss Louise," she continues, her voice thick with a delicious heat.

My hands sliding further up and along her back, I grin.

"Problem...?"

Eyes smoldering brightly, Siesta releases a gentle sigh and shakes her head.

"Not at all. I welcome it wholeheartedly, even," she answers with a weak smile.

And, seeing my expression twitch at her approval, the maid rests her hot, pink cheek gently on mine and whispers, "So long as my hero wants them, they shall always be his to cherish..."

I shiver at Siesta's words and my pride surges red-hot.

"Y-you're killing me here, girl," I whisper, tingles running down my spine.

"Perhaps that is my intention, considering you and Miss Louise will be away for a while," she replies a bit playfully. "But," she pants with another shiver, "the memories of our previous encounter will warm me until the two of you return..."

Releasing another long, contented sigh, she draws my forehead to hers in a soft kiss, and cuddles close once more.

"...Never even dared consider a threesome before that," I admit in a small voice.

"Mmm..." coos Siesta, her heart beating a sweet rhythm through her chest. "Does enjoying as I did make me a sinful girl, Michael?"

Feeling Siesta's long, curled eyelashes brushing softly against my brow, my heart swells fiercely.

"Of course not," I reply gently, her voice washing soothingly over my ears. "You're way braver than me, just diving in and kissing Louise on command like you did."

"Hhmn," she coos, her cheeks flushing deeply and her nose tracing my jaw with an affectionate kiss. "And supposing I wish to provide you the same satisfaction this evening...?"

I suck in a slow breath, heat spreading from my gut.

"Are you trying to drive me crazy here...?"

With a soft chuckle, her mouth brushes my cheek and a thrill runs through me.

"And if I am? What will you do to me...?" she breathes softly, her eyes falling closed.

Closing my eyes, I swallow hard.

"Siesta..."

Suddenly, I feel Siesta's warm, soft lips pressing against mine, kissing me slowly and deeply.

Then Siesta mews quietly, as my hands move up and tangle themselves in her hair.

There I stay, locked together with her, cherishing her taste. Breathing her in. My tongue delicately runs along her lower lip as my hands glide over her gown's soft fabric.

Eventually pulling back, we both fall breathless into the bed, our bodies and our hearts aflame.

"Don't have any sheathes, if that's what you wondering," I tease, chuckling.

Pouting bashfully, she squeezes her frame affectionately up to mine and embraces me tightly. "There are plenty of things we could do without one," she suggests, her voice smooth, warm, and seductive.

Pulse racing under my skin, the sensation of Siesta's soft breasts pressing into my chest causes tingles of pure affection to flash through me.

"Oh yeah?"

Siesta nods, biting her lip.

"Slip off your gown," I whisper, leaning in and pecking the girl's cheek. "I'm game if you are."

My lover's breath catches.

Her face darkening to a deep rose color, she gives me a sharp nod and casts an awkward look to the ceiling, exhaling nervously as I lift and slide myself out of her soft arms.

Nostrils filled with the warmth of Siesta's wonderful scent, I roll away from the girl and curl myself around the edges of her mattress, providing the space she needs.

The sound of rustling fills the room as Siesta pushes herself upright.

After a second or two, the bedsheets slip a ways down her bare, sensuous shoulders and she slips her arms free.

Then, grasping the blankets gathered around her waist, the maid pulls them slowly, hesitantly, from her gorgeous, slender figure.

Mouth slack, my gaze roams the maid as she gets up from her bed, turning sideways to slip them past her hips and sending them crumpling into a heap on the floor.

A wide, uninhibited grin tugs at my lips.

I glance back up to see Siesta standing in nothing but a pair of simple cream-coloured cotton panties. She then slides them down her smooth legs to her dainty ankles. Carefully stepping out of the cute little number, she kicks them gently aside.

Stripped down to her birthday suit, Siesta returns her gaze to me with a fiery blush.

Heat floods her cheeks in glorious scarlet. A stark contrast to her beautiful skin.

I see why Mott wanted her. I see why I had to fight to bring her back to Tristain Academy with Kirche's help. And I see, plainly as daylight, that the stuck-up noble would've certainly had lots of fun with her had my reckless mission not paid off.

My chest swells as my eyes lower, taking in every detail of the gorgeous, black-haired girl standing before me.

Siesta's perfectly formed, exceptionally large, and full breasts, hold my attention. Each darkly shaded rosey peak pointing gracefully upwards to her clavicle enthralls me.

And, driven by instinct, I begin unbuttoning my shirt whilst not daring to shift my gaze from its resting place.

I push myself up, and lean against the cushions, shuffling myself to a seated position. With that, I carefully lift, slip down my boxers, and reach out to Siesta with arms outstretched.

She crawls willingly into my lap, her luscious, satiny-smooth thighs on either side of my waist.

I bring a hand to her gorgeous face, then brush it gently against her cheek.

"Men in my world would die for a girl as hot as you, you know," I say in a soft whisper, keeping my eyes upon Siesta's sapphire-blue orbs.

When Siesta blushes again, my heart sparks with joy. Then, with a chuckle, I draw her close and caress her soft, pouty lips with mine.

Wasting no time at all, Siesta presses on.

Crushing my mouth hungrily with her own, her hands immediately grapple me by the shoulders. Digging her nails in, our tongues clash in a blissful dance, leaving us to breathe only when we absolutely have to.

Headl fuzzy and spinning, I come back to reality when the maid unexpectedly pushes me over onto my back and my head hits her soft pillows.

In a flash, her hands work themselves down over my arms, and slip both of them softly over her erect, bare breasts.

"Play with them, please," the maid purrs seductively as she presses my hands against her lustrously smooth rack, giggling very pleasantly in response. "And, should you like, I'll let you suckle," she coos.

Licking my lips and feeling my pulse quicken, I spread my fingers and allow my palms to mold around the shape of Siesta's plump and round assets.

Suddenly, with a deep sigh, my beloved leans forward, embracing me.

Our bodies press deliciously into one another.

Our kiss deepens. Then, as we explore each other's tongues eagerly, heat surges through me.

The world melts away, and we lose track of how much time we spend making out with one another on Siesta's mattress bed.

Eventually, Siesta eases up from me and puts a modest breath's worth of distance between us, her sweet, fragrant breath falling softly against my lips, her forehead dropping delicately atop mine.

My sweetheart blushes madly, eyes sparkling with fond excitement as she brings her head up.

"...M-Michael," the girl eventually hums, panting for air as her wet lips part from mine, gazing lovingly down at me.

"Yeah, Siesta...?"

Nodding slowly, the maid releases a loving sigh and drags her chest along my rising and falling midriff.

"Go down," she exhales sensually. "I'm aching for you..."

Already flushed a lovely shade of pink from our intense make-out session, the pretty servant's eyes flutter mischievously and she lowers her stare.

Hearing that, I chuckle and tilt my head at her in faint surprise, unsure if I heard her properly.

"Seriously?"

At that, Siesta casts a bashful look away before shuffling out of my lap and gliding the side of her face over my bare chest.

The maid nods, again biting her lip.

"Please," she mumbles, still clearly a bit shy as she moves a hand up to the nape of her neck and begins twirling a lock of inky, shoulder-length hair affectionately around her fingertips.

Not something I've too much experience with. Still, I enjoyed the handful of times I did it back home.

"'Kay then. Climb on and turn your butt to me," I chuckle in response, leaning back to make myself as comfortable as possible.

With a small squeak exiting her throat, Siesta straightens up and the blush blooming across her cheeks transforms brilliantly into a brilliant tinge of cherry pink at my reply, her crystal-blue eyes beaming at me with surprise.

Stunning girl.

Rising higher to balance herself, she lifts one leg out of the blankets and follows up by draping a smooth, toned limb over my shoulder.

Following this, my lover turns her rear carefully around, my eyes taking in the vision as her soft, nicely rounded ass glides into view, the rest of her body shifting fluidly with it.

Seconds later, Siesta moves herself into a high straddle on her hands and knees, her inner thighs resting themselves on my shoulders, looking over at me.

Flashes of excitement course through my body, and a feverish desire rushes through me.

I slide forward and wrap my arms around her soft, curvy backside and give her thighs a loving, tender grope.

This elicits a hum of surprise, and then a warm smile of adoration follows.

Pausing for a moment, I inch in. My digits carefully spread apart the thick, shapely globes of her pillow-soft cheeks.

Still propped on her arms, Siesta lays her belly down on the mattress. Resting her cheek on my hip and gazing ahead, she lets out another long sigh, and spreads her shapely thighs apart further, granting me easier access to her.

And, as she does, I drink in the sight of her most special of places.

Thick with natural, bushy black hair and positively oozing arousal, the maid looks divine.

Swallowing hard, heat pools in my gut.

My breathing increases and my girth stiffens to the point of absolutely amazing agony. The scent of Siesta's aroused state clouds my senses, invading my nostrils, taking me.

The throbbing in my aching length grows stronger and stronger.

"Suck it," I command of Siesta, driven by desire and my burning blood.

Siesta nods in response and shifts her face forward, leaning closer and closer.

Pressing her soft, pouty lips against the head of my shaft, my lover's hair spills beautifully about her shoulder, dragging trails of black across my thighs as the girl bows forward slightly, then coyly extends her wet, pink tongue.

As she does, I press my lips to her sweet spot and send a line of kisses up her most sensitive patch of skin, earning myself a whine of delight as a result.

The minute she's hit, Siesta wraps her perfect mouth about me and presses down against me, suckling affectionately at my thickness as she starts pleasuring me back.

I groan through my teeth to not wake Louise, but can't stop myself when the maid slides me into her mouth as far as she can and begins slurping lovingly at my head with her skilled tongue.

Siesta moans around my length, my member pulsing strongly within her mouth's depths. Her breasts are exposed and her slender, soft tummy is touching the edge of the bed as she parts with a pant, then with a lewd, loving-yet-eager, humming noise, she presses me into her mouth once more.

I keep lapping and lapping and sucking on Siesta's gorgeous entrance.

In doing so, my nails grasp further at the top of her hips, and I am rewarded for my efforts with the girl's erotic little whines, mews, and exclamations of appreciation that only egg me on.

Girl tastes salty and sweet, like honey. Like syrup. I could go at her like this all night and it still wouldn't be enough.

Groaning, Siesta releases me from her mouth once more. Whimpering quietly, she proceeds to slide me back inside to a lulling moan, as I return with a hard, upwardly thrusting lick to her rosebud.

"Feel good?" I halfway moan between sloppy slurps of her wetness.

Siesta mews around me in obvious blissful affirmation, and her wet muscles tighten around my length as she sucks ravenously, hungrily on my manhood. She bobs with greater pace and enthusiasm.

Continuing to pay her lower lips the affection they deserve, I decide to have more and start darting my tongue into prod and stroke against her inner wall.

And all the while, the tip of my thick rod burns for her, smoldering needily in Siesta's loving mouth.

The maid replies in earnest and works herself faster.

F-Fuck... So good. C-Can't think anymore. Gonna burst. Gonna spill all of this red-hot love down her throat if she does- Ooohhh fuck!

Shiiiit!

My entire body seizes up, electrified.

As it does, I lick and suck and slurp like the dirtiest animal I can be. I'm getting Siesta there with me! We're peaking together, for fuck sake!

"Mmh.. Mmmfff..." I hear Siesta attempt to communicate from her spot. Her voice vibrates as I spurt powerful jets of burning hot white down her throat, and a powerful gush of pleasure pours from her gash and coats my mouth. What I can't gulp down leaking from the corners of my mouth.

The sensation tips me and a thundering wave of relief accompanies my climactic high, pulsing a second, thicker load of pleasure into the depths of my darling's wet, welcoming throat.

Panting harshly, my eyes fall closed in ecstasy as I feel Siesta suckle forcefully suck every last drop out of me.

She pulls her face up, my meat's length slipping free with a pop, leaving it smeared with drops of my pleasure as she lets it drop onto my soft stomach.

Breathing fiercely, Siesta turns back with a heavy blush to lay back down with her back on me, sighing warmly and gulping down the last of my release in a sticky, gooey mess.

And then, in the aftermath, the two of us are left panting gently.

Until I clear my throat and regain my strength.

"H-Holy shit," I groan. "You learn those moves from a book, like Louise?"

Laughing deeply and tenderly, Siesta plants a strong kiss on my hip. "Mmm-hmm."

"I'd better read some of these Tristanian romance novels, shit," I decide with a hefty sigh.

"I'm surprised some of the books under my cousin's bed aren't outlawed, being truthful," Siesta replies with a hum, planting a kiss on my thigh.

I chuckle.

"That kinky, huh?"

Grinning impishly, Siesta climbs off my face and repositions herself atop my thighs. "More than you can imagine."

"Color me intrigued," I tease, stroking her shoulders.

Licking her lips in my direction, my girl chuckles and leans forward to press a kiss to my cheek. "Another time, perhaps. For now, I'd love to cuddle before returning to sleep."

"Hey, sure thing. C'mere then, you," I encourage the maid, freeing up space for her to get comfy beside me. And after a moment or two of settling, my arm falls easily across her.

"Lovely, thank you..." she coos warmly, her bosom pressing happily against my bare skin.

"My pleasure," I reply, glancing up to the still-sleeping Louise, who lays snugly under the covers of her large four-poster bed above us.

Following my gaze, Siesta lets out a gentle sigh.

"Let us hope she is still asleep," the girl says with another lazy laugh.

"If she weren't then she sure as Hell would've let us know," I respond with a dry chuckle.

Siesta titters lightly in response.

Gathering a lock of her long, black locks into my fingers, I squeeze her firmly to my side.

"Think that'll tide you over until Louise and I get back from Tristania?"

Still smiling, Siesta hums slowly and nods against my chest.

"Absolutely, but please don't have too much fun without me."

"Eh, no chance of that. Isn't as though I'll be allowed out of our room in the palace anyway. Not if what Kirche said earlier's true, about servants and commoners not being given free reign," I huff, running my fingers through the tresses of my love's hair.

Nodding, Siesta sighs sadly.

"That's the general rule, yes. Or so I've heard."

"Hmm, it doesn't matter," I decide with a shrug. "I just enjoy traveling in general."

Yawning, Siesta nestles her head against the nape of my neck and closes her eyes.

"Tell me more about your world when you return please, Michael," the maid requests.

Chuckling, I nod and lean my cheek comfortably against the top of her dark and glossy head. "'Course I will. Until then, though, let's rest. I'll bet Louise will have us up at the crack of dawn to head for Lenore."

"I imagine so, yes," Siesta answers. Yawning, she then shakes her head gently. "Goodnight, Michael."

Leaning down a tad, I place a gentle kiss on her warm cheek.

"Sleep well, Siesta."

Cuddled close, the two of us drift off together.

To be continued...


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