Author's Note: TW sex scene. I think it's a bit cringe but I can't keep re-editing this thing so you're going to have to deal with it.

Chapter 18: A Special Lesson

"I'm not mad at you, I'm just disappointed."

Iris was silently stewing in her anger, she'd never considered herself to be cocky. Confident sure, in the castle she was the most seasoned, most capable maid. The leader of her girls, regardless of age. She was used to being the best at what she did, even if what she did was have nice tasting blood and be good at dusting.

But her horrendous performance today was nothing short of being overly cocky.

"I'm sorry boss, I'll do better next time."

Heisenberg snorted, "You better, although I did enjoy chasing you little rabbit"

Iris pretended to not hear him and that the heat in her cheeks were simply from the alcohol, but Heisenberg wasn't having any of it.

"Now now, don't get all bashful. I know you didn't randomly suggest hide and seek for no reason" He was mocking her, she could just tell, "Was someone hoping for a repeat of last time?"

"Oh yeah because getting cornered by Sturm was a wonderful experience" Iris snapped.

"You know what I meant"

"Shut it" Iris's face was burning. How could he read her so well? Was she that obvious? She wished she'd just stayed bored outside in the cold, and never spoke the stupid phrase 'hide and seek' ever again.

Her boss stood up, standing over her with that stupid, smug, all-knowing smile.

"Come on now, did you not enjoy it?"

Iris glared at him, she was such an embarrassment, being so obvious. She wouldn't let him get the satisfaction of being on her mind like this.

"No" Her boss looked hurt by her instant answer, it made her stomach tighten. "Well… I liked it. But you didn't ask." He was staring at her with round eyes, but she refused to properly look at him. She wished the ground would swallow her up. Maybe she could spark something amongst the Haulers, or Sturm. Something to distract him from this.

"What?"

Iris huffed, drank the rest of her glass and set it harshly on the table. If he wanted to pry? Fine.

"In the books, the man asks. You didn't… It's rude."

"Books? You got some dirty little stories hidden in our room somewhere? Duke sending you erotica now?"

Iris rolled her eyes, "No. In the Castle, the maids sometimes… borrowed romance books from the library. Dimitrescu didn't read them anyways, not ones with men in. In those books, the man would ask if they could kiss the girl."

"Well I'm sorry I'm not a character in a romance book."

"Look I didn't want to say anything you brought it up" Iris snapped, glaring daggers at the table.

"Iris"

She refused to look up, her boss sighed above her.

"Iris, may I kiss you?"

Her heart jumped a bit, it wasn't exactly like those books, in those the man was usually some dark, handsome, tortured soul who came across some poor downtrodden maiden. Not a parasite infected madman with a penchant for experimenting on corpses.

She'd take it, however. The feeling of being desired, of being sought out after and not just used made her chest flutter. She would never let anyone just grab and use her, like how Dimitrescu used her, ever again.

She stood up to meet her boss, and with a feather-like touch, kissed him. He hesitated for a moment then deepened the kiss with a small groan. A warm hand cupped her waist, the other threaded through her hair, pulling her ribbon and letting the hair fall.

This was a kiss.

She broke away first, breathless and unsure on what to do next. She knew what happened next in the books, what she wanted to do, but…

"Better?"

"Yes"

His hand was so warm, fingers tracing random patterns on her waist. She wished her dress wasn't there, a barrier between him and her skin.

"Would you like to join me in the bedroom?"

Her Boss laughed under his breath, she knew she sounded stuffy, old fashioned, she bet this wasn't how people had…. relations outside the village, in the real world.

"I think I was right, what I said back in the church. Because only a fairytale princess would ask for sex that politely"

"Shut up" Iris grumbled, but allowed herself to be led by her still chuckling boss into the bedroom. He crowded her as soon as the door shut, lifting her chin up to his for another kiss. He tasted like his whiskey and stale smoke, but not an unpleasant thing. She boldly raised her arms around his shoulders, he seemed to like that.

"Hold on"

She tensed up as he lifted her, legs wrapping around him, her dress gathering around her waist in a very unladylike manner. Her back was now pressed up against the wall, she disregarded the discomfort and leant in for another kiss.

Heisenberg moved them from the wall to the bed, gently laying Iris down, her hair fanning around her head and chest heaving.

"You sure about this?" He sounded breathless too, still smiling and eyes darkened, it made Iris proud that she'd had this effect on him. She nodded silently, skin practically vibrating with anticipation. She knew what was coming, what to do, she'd heard the giggles and whispers of her fellow maids, either about boys in the village, Heisenberg himself, or eachother. Iris hadn't understood, the idea of sex seemed like a waste of what little free time they had, a silly biological "need" that some maids had to succumb to.

She understood her friends now, as she stared with eyes the size of dinner plates, as her boss removed his shirt then took care of the ties of her dress. She was immensely thankful that she had picked an older, simpler dress that morning.

They were both naked now, Iris tried not to shift awkwardly from her position on the bed, her Boss's eyes roved around her, from her chest which she hoped was big enough, to her private area which she also hoped was to his liking. She was sure it was, it was certainly normal looking from what Iris knew, remembering a time when a fellow maid had begged them to compare parts after being mocked by the gardener, who'd caught her skinny dipping in the moat. A foolish girl who barely lasted the summer at the castle, Iris couldn't even remember her name now. But she remembered her privates, Iris wasn't sure what kind of person that made her.

Definitely not a good one.

"Stop fretting in that head of yours, I can hear the cogs turning"

Iris blushed and hoped that he wouldn't ask what she was thinking about.

"I'm ok just-"

"Nervous?" She nodded, you're so fucking embarrassing.

His fingers traced a breast, muttering soothing words whilst rolling her nipple.

"No need to be nervous doll, just lie back and relax for Ol' Heisenberg"

She wondered if that's what he said to the other girls, but stomped that thought out fast.

A warm mouth enclosed her other nipple, tongue circling and flicking it. She'd never been so aware of her body before, not like this. Even as she assessed her naked self, post-infection, she'd been detached, as if herself and her physical being were two separate things that just happened to coincide to make "Iris".

With a sharp suck, Iris gasping for air, Heisenberg released her nipple and crawled further down her body. Hands kneading her waist, then grasping her hips and tugging her body forward, until her privates were facing her boss.

"Now, I was telling the truth when I said I wasn't mad at you before, but I was disappointed. You need to focus more on your power, how it feels in your body." His arms wrapped around her thighs, spreading them further. Iris was straining her head to keep eye contact with her boss, stomach tight with tension and eyes glassy from need of the unknown.

"Think of this as a lesson, I want you to concentrate on what I'm doing to this pretty cunt of yours, and I want you to tell me when you sense something coming. If you don't sense it in time, like how you didn't sense that it was Sturm you were tracking, I'll know."

She was confused, struggling to focus when he was so close, his breath tickling her "cunt". Now was not the time for riddles.

Heisenberg rolled his eyes with a wolfish smile.

"I want you to tell me when you're about to orgasm"

Oh.

"Got it?"

She nodded her head frantically.

Heisenberg slowly dragged a finger down her slit, circling around her entrance until his finger was wet. He was watching her intently as the finger stretched her open, it was uncomfortable, she hoped he couldn't see the discomfort on her face.

As the finger slowly pumped and circled inside her, her boss lowered his face until his lips were touching her clit. His tongue swiping up and down, circling the nub. Iris could feel the blood rushing to it, her heart thudding crazily. If he carried on for long enough, maybe her heart would simply give out.

His finger crooked upwards rubbing her walls as he swirled her clit, she was vibrating, it felt too much, like she was balancing on the tip of the tallest tower in her castle. As Heisenberg sucked suddenly she yelped out a hedonistic cry.

"Heisenberg I sense it I-"

His lips were gone, his finger halted, she was no longer about to fall off her tower, and the sudden denial of that relief caused tears to form in the corners of her eyes.

"Good girl"

Iris sobbed out a thank you. With his free hand, Heisenberg soothed her with strokes up and down her body.

The respite was brief, another finger joined the first, Iris founded herself embracing the sting. Her legs had a mind of their own, thighs squeezing against her boss's head as he moaned and thrummed beautiful vibrations directly onto her clit. It spurred her on, a hand wrapping in his greying hair, locking him in, forcing him to keep going.

Her eyes were wet, tears threatening to spill over, the characters never cried during the sex scenes in those romance books, but Iris felt so good, better than she had ever felt, she didn't know what to do with all of these feelings.

She was back on the tower, about to fall.

"Heis-Oh!"

It was like a rope snapping, she bucked into him, breathily repeating his name, he slowed his ministrations but didn't fully stop until her legs fell open bonelessly, twitching occasionally.

"Good girl" He growled, wiping his mouth with a wolfish smile, "Do you have more in you?"

"Yes Boss"

"Karl"

Iris repeated the name like a prayer, her voice soft and far away. She always knew his name, but it always felt wrong to use it. They weren't equals, it would be rude to. Now they'd gone from Lord Heisenberg and Maid, to Boss and Iris, to Karl and Iris. She liked it. Their names fit well.

Hei- Karl had his penis in his hand, it was large, although the only male genitalia she'd seen other than his own were that of the corpses they experimented on. He was stroking it, red and weeping, and was breathing heavily over her.

"Not to sound like some goofy teen, but I don't think I'm gunna last long sweetheart. You might just be too much for this old man" She giggled stupidly, and attempted to relax herself. Even in the books the first time hurt.

He swiped his dick up and down her slit like he had with his fingers, coating it in her wetness. The spongy head pressed against her hole, Karl hunched over her, kissing her forehead and cheeks gently, one hand carding through her hair and the other teasingly grazing her clit, causing her to jolt and yelp as electricity shot down her spine.

It hurt for a moment, but not like in the books where the male interest seemed to have the genitals of a horse. He bottomed out and stayed still for a moment, analysing her eyes, playing with her nipples. The first thrust made Iris groan, her legs tightening around him, after the first few strokes she was sloppily trying to meet his thrusts. With each thrust she let out a pathetic grunt, Karl matching it with groans of his own.

His hands gripped her tighter, clutching at her thighs hard enough that Iris expected some light, finger shaped bruises in the morning. She didn't have the mind to care, as she shot a hand in between them, rubbing her clit in a much rougher, more frantic motion than her boss had cared for her, as she found herself climbing up the hypothetical tower.

Her boss was getting close to, his thrusts harsher, faster, breathing rushed and grip tightening. Shooting up to kiss him one more time, Iris pinched herself, breaking from his mouth with a cry.

"Karl, oh Karl" She could feel herself pulsating around him, pulling a loud moan from the man's throat. He doubled over her, burying his head in her neck. She could hear him calling her name in a strained muffled voice, tied with some words she couldn't fully hear or understand. She could feel him release inside her, it felt hot and strange. He continued to thrust into her as he rode his orgasm, clutching her like a man drowning.

He was kissing her again, wiping sweaty hair from her forehead when he pulled out.

"I'll be back in a sec" his voice was hoarse, Iris felt out of her body, staring at the dingy ceiling as liquid leaked out of her. She'd have to do the washing tomorrow.

Karl returned with a wad of tissue, wiping her down gently, one of her night-time dresses draped over his arm.

"You need to go pee now."

"Excuse me?"

"Just go, it's a girl thing. You need to pee after sex."

Iris furrowed her brows but didn't question him, her brain was still lying in the bed, wanting to sleep.

"The romance books certainly never mentioned urination after sex." She muttered as she left the room, leaving her boss hollering laughter in her wake.

The last bit is a bit of an inside joke because I too was told to immediately pee after my first time lest I get a dreaded UTI from it.