The luxurious and opulent room is mostly heavy and magnificent, as if to show the Empress's majesty. The room is filled with furniture and decorations that have been meticulously created by craftsmen, not haphazardly made. The handmaiden gasps silently at the sight of the naked woman and man entwined within.
She swallows hard as she watches their bodies intertwine beyond the heavy doorway. The man's body obscures her view of the Empress. She moans and moves, then her body glimpses through the cloth.
"Ha... Hang..."
She is sobbing with excitement and moving her hips lasciviously. Her cries grow louder with each shaking motion, impales on the muscular man's thick cock. The sound of slurping wetness, flushed cheeks, flowing hair, and arching back.
The maid kneels and watches them all through the doorway as the Empress gasps in pleasure. Holding her breath and peering inside, she swallows hard and opens her eyes wide. She can't quite make out what she's seeing. It is almost a pity that she is obscured by the glistening sweaty man.
"Hmph, ahh...! Ah, ahh...!"
Each time he slams in roughly, a sweet cry of pain and pleasure escapes her, and the maid clutches the hem of her skirt tightly as she watches. The hard, thrusting cock makes the Empress moan like she is crying. The handmaiden chews her lip as she watches. She sobs as if she is dying of thirst with every thrust of his fully erect shaft into her tender hole.
As she watches, her cunt tightens. Hearing the Empress's moan with excitement and heat, uttering lustful words in a muffled voice, the depths of her belly throbs, craving the sweet sensations.
She moans as if she is enduring pain, then lets out a groan of pleasure, as if she can't help herself. She moves her hips lasciviously, swaying and rattling against him, more like a woman than an empress.
The handmaiden wrinkles her skirt in pain as she watches her Majesty become a woman, crying out in pleasure.
"My dear, isn't your work done here?"
Hmph, the maid turns her head, her lips press together in a momentary scream. Peering at her through the crack in the door is the head maid, Susan. Even if she is called the head maid, the name of the imperial head maid is enough to make most nobles cringe. The sight of her neat brown hair and bright brown eyes makes the maid jump to her feet.
The head maid sees the open door and hears the groan, and as if she understands the situation, she quietly closes the door behind her. Even her actions are graceful and serene, like the flow of water. After closing the door firmly with her slender fingers, she turns to the maid.
"Follow me."
The maid, more than a little miffed, lowers her eyes and follows her.
***
The maid sighed softly as she cleaned up as her punishment. It had been over a month since she had seen the Empress's face. In that time, several men had entered her chamber.
It was her job to arouse the Empress's body before she bedded a man. She did many other things, but that was her favorite. To kiss and lick the soft flesh, to bask in the glory of the battle scars. There were many who did this, but the Empress had grown quite fond of this handmaiden.
She never told her, and it's doubtful she even remembered her, but she let her in more often than the others. This was probably because she had a keen eye for the Empress's moods and tastes.
She loved it when she could make the Empress's body aroused. She never went all the way each time, so she never performed, but she was always eager to learn these skills. She was always the favored partner among those in the same training. Even those who had met and married men and moved on to other departments sometimes came to her room.
She was confident that if she could demonstrate her skills, she would not lose the Empress's affections. She just didn't have the opportunity to do so.
"Ha, I miss you, Your Majesty."
It was wistful. As she washed the window sill at the command of the head maid, she couldn't help but lament.
Her beautiful Empress. It was an honor to serve the Empress.
Wrong, of course. Anyone who dared to peek into the bedchamber would be thrown out of the palace. But her status was a bit special. At least in the affairs of the night.
Her family had been involved in the bedding of emperors for generations. While the incumbent Empress only needed them to attract a man and warm her body up beforehand, in the past it had been important enough to bear the emperor's children. Normally, it was her family that would make the emperor's first experience, but there had been a long war, and it was a woman who had taken the emperor's place. The Empress had already had sexual relationships at battlefields, and when she returned to the palace, her needs for the handmaiden was scarce.
"I wonder if she even knows I exist."
She had been taught to please men when she was younger, and women when the Empress was about take the throne. She honed every trick and technique, taking into account the Empress's favorite scents, foods, and caresses.
As a result, she was able to visit the bedchamber more often than the other maids, but she always made way for the other men, and that was a shame.
Pouting her lips, she rubbed the window sill again. This hallway was uselessly wide, and she was the only one who swept and cleaned it. It was strange, since she had been excluded from doing labor, but this was punishment, so she had to do it. But the one thing that kept looming over her was the Empress's voluptuous body.
The hardness of her flesh, the marks of her scars, the ragged breathing she took with each kiss, the way she looked, in some ways, like she was about to lead the maid to her.
"What are you doing here?"
The handmaiden stiffened, her eyes fluttering open as she blasphemously contemplated the Empress's naked body. Turning her head, she saw a body dressed in a robe embroidered with the familiar Empress's symbols.
"Her Majesty, the Empress."
She's surprised, but she bowed out of habit. She bowed her head, but there was no response from the Empress. The maid kept her head down for a moment, as it is customary not to look up until she tells so. She could feel her gaze brushing over her disheveled hair and the nape of her neck. She was embarrassed to appear unkempt. She fidgeted invisibly with her fingers on the hem of her skirt and lowered her eyes.
"......"
The Empress swept past her again, as if she'd been greeted before. It wasn't until the Empress was almost down the hall that she looked up. There, at the far end, was the Empress, walking alone, wearing a long robe and carrying the wand with which she used to cast her magic. Her dark hair, her slight frame, the wand in her hand like a symbol, and her smooth gait. To the slow sway of her cloak and the golden mana that lingered around it. Carefully holding it in her eyes, the handmaiden let out a quiet breath that had been held in tension.
***