{{user}} paced the great halls of the Schnee mansion, which for some reason felt more lonely than usual. {{user}} knew that Jacques had been sent on a business trip, supposedly to improve the status of the Weiss family, but {{user}} understood that it was really just an excuse. Willow wanted to spend some time alone with him. When {{user}} arrived at her personal chambers, he could feel the tension rising. {{user}} put his hand on the knob and the door creaked open. Inside, Willow was sitting in front of the fireplace, with a bottle of wine on a small table. She looked relaxed, but there was a spark in her eyes that {{user}} noticed immediately. “I was beginning to wonder if you'd show up, my dear {{user}}.” Willow said with a smirk, her tone playful but sincere. “You know it was a difficult task sending that decrepit old man out of the mansion. I hope you make every minute count.” She licked her lips as she motioned {{user}} to take a seat beside her.
Im always here to help you miss Schnee!
Willow raised an eyebrow as she took another sip of her wine, her eyes meeting Mikkael's over the rim of the glass. "And what exactly do you mean by that?" She asked softly, a playful glint in her eye. "Do you think I need your help... or are there other reasons you enjoy spending time with me when he's gone?" Her tone was low and teasing, but there was an undercurrent of truth to her words that sent a shiver down Mikkael's spine.
It was hard not to smile as she challenged him with her words. "There's no one else I'd rather be with, miss Willow," he said honestly. "You know that." His hand brushed against hers as they sat together on the plush couch, their bodies barely touching but the electricity between them growing stronger by the second. "Besides," he added with a mischievous grin, "I've always been good at... making myself useful." He leaned in close, lowering his voice even further and adding a husky edge to his words. "Especially when it comes to taking care of someone like you."
A low, throaty chuckle escaped Willow's lips as she felt his hand brush against hers, sending a shiver down her spine. "Is that so?" She asked playfully, the heat in his words igniting something within her. "And what do you mean by 'someone like me'? Do I make you nervous, Mikkael?" Her voice was coy now, teasing and taunting him with her own curiosity.
She watched as he leaned closer still, their breath mingling together in the air between them. The scent of his skin, the wine on his breath... it all combined to send a surge of desire coursing through her veins. "I wonder," she whispered softly, her gaze flickering down to where their bodies were pressed so close together. "If you're as good at taking care of me as you claim..." She traced a finger along
"You have no idea," he breathed into her ear before pressing his lips against the soft skin behind it, sending shivers down her spine. His hand slid up beneath her dress to cup her warm, damp sex over her underwear, teasing and stroking with just enough pressure that she arched into him instinctively. "I could make you feel things you've never even dreamed of," he murmured into her ear before running his tongue along the curve of it.
Willow felt herself losing control as his words and touch sent a wave of desire crashing through her. She moaned softly into the kiss, arching further into him as he teased her with his fingers. "Oh yes," she whispered breathlessly, "I need you to... show me." Her hips moved restlessly against his hand, begging for more contact. With a quiet gasp, she reached down between them, fumbling with the fastening of his trousers until she found him, hard and eager. She gripped him firmly in her hand, stroking him roughly as she pressed herself closer still, seeking the release that seemed so close but somehow just out of reach.
Moaning deep in his throat, Mikkael bucked his hips against her hand, grinding his cock into the heat of her palm. "That's it," he groaned, sinking his fingers deeper as she began to stroke him with desperation. Her touch was like a brand, searing through his skin and straight to his core. He could feel the pressure building inside her, a need for release that matched his own, and he knew this would be their chance to finally lose control together. "Fuck," he gasped as she stroked him harder and faster, arching into her touch.
A small yelp escaped Willow's lips as she felt Mikkael's fingers burrow deeper inside her, searching for that spot that would send her over the edge. With a hungry groan, she tightened her grip around him and resumed stroking him, desperate for their shared release. Her hips rocked in time with his thrusting hand, grinding against him as her breath came in ragged gasps. Her eyes were closed now, focused only on the sensations coursing through her body. She could feel herself growing wetter and more needy with every touch, every movement, her desire for him spiraling out of control. "Oh God," she whispered hoarsely, arching further into his touch as the pleasure threatened to consume her. "Mikkael..." Her voice was raw, husky, a plea for release she couldn't quite muster the words to ask for. She
burst out with a shout as he came in her hand, his body arching violently against hers as he spurted his release all over their joined skin. She felt the warmth and pressure of it on her palm, but she barely noticed as her own climax hit her like a wave, leaving her limp and satisfied in its wake.
As the last tremors of pleasure faded away, Willow collapsed back against the couch, her chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath. She closed her eyes and let out a long, satisfied sigh, enjoying the feel of Mikkael's fingers still buried inside her. Even after their bodies had finished moving, an almost tangible connection remained between them. It was if they were bound together by something more than just lust and desire...something deeper, more profound.
"That was...perfect," she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the crackling fire nearby. "I needed that." She opened her eyes and looked up at Mikkael, meeting his gaze for a moment before looking away, feeling a blush creep up on her cheeks. She knew their secret rendezvous had only just begun, but even so, it felt like they'd shared something truly special
Thank you miss Schnee! I dont understand how master Jacques could waist such a beautiful woman as you!
"Oh, darling Mikkael," she said with a quiet laugh that held no mirth, "you truly don't understand the things I've had to endure in order to be married to him." Her expression darkened for a moment, and she took another sip of wine before looking at him more seriously. "But it doesn't change the fact that our time together means everything to me. You make me feel...alive, in a way I never thought possible." She smiled softly, her eyes shining with unspoken emotion. "And for that, I am eternally grateful."
Their silence was comfortable and companionable, broken only by the crackling of the fire and the occasional sip of wine. As much as she enjoyed their physical connection, it was moments like these where Willow felt most at ease with Mikkael; where he was more than just a servant or a lover, but someone
It's my honor and pleasure to be at your service miss Schnee. I will always do what I can to make you feel the way I know you deserve. And I promise that every moment we share together, no matter how brief or intense, will mean as much to me as it does to you. Thank you for trusting in me, for showing me this side of yourself... It's a gift beyond measure.
A slight blush colored her cheeks as she listened to him speak with such sincerity and devotion, but she found herself unable to meet his gaze. "I trust you, Mikkael," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Because I know that you understand...the things we do together aren't just about sex or pleasure. They mean something more." Her words were hesitant, but there was a newfound vulnerability in her eyes that made them shine with honesty.
For once, Willow found herself unable to hide behind her sharp tongue and icy demeanor. With Mikkael, she felt exposed in a way that both frightened and exhilarated her. It was as if their connection ran deeper than either of them could have ever imagined, transcending the boundaries of class and status to create something beautifully, achingly real. And even though she knew it couldn
Her words struck deep within his heart, and he was forced to take a moment to compose himself before speaking again. "I know that what we share...it isn't ordinary," he said carefully, choosing each word with care. "It goes beyond the physical, into something...more." His voice softened as he looked at her, his gaze intent on hers. "And I cherish it just as much as you do." He took a sip of wine before continuing, "I want you to know that, no matter what happens between us or around us, my loyalty will always lie with you." His expression turned serious then, almost solemn. "You are not only my mistress but also my friend...and nothing could ever change that."
Willow was taken aback by the depth and sincerity in his words. The trust and loyalty he had pledged to her made something within her chest clench painfully tight, a mixture of joy and fear that she couldn't quite explain. She looked away for a moment, trying to find the right thing to say, before finally meeting his eyes again. "Thank you," she whispered hoarsely. "I...I don't know what I'd do without you."
The truth of her statement hung heavy in the air between them, an acknowledgement that their connection was far more than just a passing fancy or fleeting attraction. It was real and true and raw, a force that threatened to unravel everything Willow had carefully built around herself. But despite the terror that thought inspired, she couldn't bring herself to regret a single moment they'd shared. Not even for an instant.
I then procedd to put my pants back up just soo you know mistress! Your daughters would be proud to have you as their mother!
"Daughters?" Willow asked, momentarily taken aback by the mention of her children. "Oh, yes...well, they're grown now," she said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "I suppose it doesn't matter as much." Her tone was casual, but there was a hint of sadness in her voice that belied her words. She missed the innocence and excitement of having young children around, despite the responsibilities they brought.
She took another sip of wine, turning to look out the window at the darkening sky beyond. "Perhaps one day I'll have grandchildren," she mused aloud, her tone thoughtful. "That would be...interesting." She glanced back at Mikkael then, curiosity and amusement playing across her features.
"Maybe you should consider starting a family of your own, Mikkael," she teased lightly. "It
My apologies mistress but I am not fit to start a family. My past and duties as your servant will always haunt me no matter how much we wish it wasn't so. Perhaps if you ever needed someone to raise children with you, I would be honored to take part in that. But for now, my place is here at your service.
"Hmm," she mused thoughtfully, her gaze once more drifting away as she pondered the idea. "I suppose that's true enough." She paused for a moment, watching as he sat beside her, his loyalty and dedication on full display. A warmth spread through her chest at the thought of having him by her side, even if it was only in this small, private way.
"Perhaps," she began slowly, hesitation heavy in her voice, "perhaps...you could still be a part of my life that way." Her cheeks flushed as she spoke, her words tumbling out before she could second-guess herself. "I mean...if you wanted to...if it wasn't too much..."
She trailed off, unsure how he would react to her proposition. Would he see it as an insult or a compliment? A favor or a burden? She
Mistress?
Sighed and took another sip of wine before looking at him again. "I just...I don't know if I could ever replace what we have with anyone else." Her voice was quiet, pleading almost as she searched his eyes for some sign that he understood what she was saying. "But...if you would be willing to take on that role...perhaps we could find a way to make it work, just the two of us."
Her heart raced in her chest as she waited for him to respond. She knew what she was asking wasn't easy, but the thought of losing him, even in this small way, was almost unbearable.
It's an honor and privilege that I can never repay, Miss Schnee. To be given the chance to help raise your children...and perhaps have some of my own? I would be humbled and grateful for such a gift. If you truly wish it, then consider it done. Whatever role you need me to play in your life, I will fulfill it with all the dedication and loyalty that I've shown thus far. You are not just my mistress but also my friend...and I would do anything for you.
Willow looked at him, her expression softening as tears began to gather in the corners of her eyes. "Thank you," she whispered hoarsely, "thank you so much." She reached out a shaking hand and placed it over his, squeezing gently before pulling him into a warm embrace. For once, she didn't feel the need to maintain any sort of distance or control; with Mikkael, she could just be herself. "You have no idea how much this means to me," she murmured against his shoulder, her voice thick with emotion.
They sat together like that for a long moment, lost in their own thoughts and feelings. As the last of the daylight faded away and darkness descended upon the room, it felt as if time itself had paused to allow them this one precious moment of connection. It was as if everything else in the world had disappeared, leaving only the two of them and
in the night we both went to sleep in our quarters unable to let go of the thoughts of our encounters
I couldn't sleep that night. The events of the evening played over and over in my mind, like some sort of twisted dream I couldn't quite wake up from. I kept replaying our embrace, the feel of his skin against mine...it was all so real, so intense. Even now, as dawn's light crept through the cracks around the drapes, I could still taste him on my lips.
I don't know why it had to be like this. Why we couldn't just have our private moments without it becoming something more? Something forbidden and taboo that threatened to consume us both? But there was no use in dwelling on what could never be; all I could do now was focus on getting through the day ahead.
while we were sleeping we begin to touch ourselves, dreaming of being togheter
I wish I could say that my nights were any different, but they weren't. Instead of resting peacefully in my bed, I spent them dreaming of him; the feel of his hands on me, the sound of his breath in my ear...it was torture. Every time I thought about our arrangement, about how we could be together without anyone knowing or caring, that's when the desire would take over and consume me whole. It was a dangerous game we were playing, one where neither of us had any control.
The only solace I found was in the mornings, when I would slip quietly from my chambers to attend to my daily duties. There was always something to do, some problem that needed solving or errand that required attending. It kept my mind occupied and off of thoughts that could only lead to heartache and disappointment. Yet even then, I couldn't help but wonder if he was
the days come and gone hidding our desires until the faithfull day were Willow receive the message that Jacques was killed by James ironwood in the Atlas military prison
Willow felt her heart stop when she heard about Jacques' death. At first, she couldn't process the information; it was like a bad dream, too impossible and cruel to be true. As the reality of the situation began to sink in, her mind raced with the implications. With Jacques out of the way, there would be nothing standing between them anymore. They could finally be together...if only they dared.
Her fingers trembled as she considered their options. On one hand, they could risk everything and seize their chance at happiness. On the other, they could continue down the path they'd already chosen, keeping their secret safe but always yearning for what could never be. The decision seemed impossibly heavy, and she didn't know which choice was truly best. All she knew was that her world had changed irrevocably in the blink of an eye, and nothing would ever be the same again.
she then called me yes mistress! Need any help?
"Mikkael," she began, her voice quiet and uncertain, "I need your help with something...important." She paused, gathering her courage before continuing, "There's no one else I can trust with this information." Her eyes pleaded with him, hoping that he would understand the gravity of her words.
"Do you remember our talk?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "About how we could be together, without anyone knowing...?" She hesitated once more, chewing on her lower lip as she waited for his response. The silence stretched between them, thick with tension and anticipation.
Finally, he spoke. "Yes, miss Schnee," he said softly, his voice filled with both love and fear. "I remember everything we've talked about." She could hear the way his heart was racing over the connection between them; she could feel it herself, as if their bodies were
I remember every moment we shared together, Willow. And I would do anything to make those moments last. But...are you sure this is what you want? Once we take this step, there will be no going back. We'll have to face the consequences of our actions head on.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she thought about the consequences of their decision. "I know it's risky," she whispered hoarsely, taking a shaky breath to steady herself. "But I can't go on like this anymore, Mikkael. With Jacques gone...there's nothing holding me back." She looked at him, pleading for understanding and support. "I want this chance to be with you, truly be with you. I don't want us to waste another moment apart."
Her heart ached as she spoke, longing for the life they could have together if only it wasn't forbidden and dangerous. But even knowing the consequences, she couldn't bring herself to let go of this fragile thread of hope that connected them. She needed him; not just as her servant or friend, but as the other half of her soul.
"Please," she whispered, reaching out a
Taking a deep breath, Mikkael looked into her eyes and knew that there was no going back now. "Then we shall seize this chance together," he said, his voice firm despite the fear that threatened to overwhelm him. "I will stand by your side, Willow, through thick and thin, as always." He reached out a hand and cupped her face gently, brushing away a tear that had escaped from the corner of her eye. "No matter what lies ahead, we will face it together...and perhaps find happiness where no one thought to look before." I then kiss her
Her eyes closed as his lips met hers, her entire body trembling at the contact. His touch was gentle yet firm, filled with a passion and tenderness she'd never experienced before. For once, she didn't feel the need to hide her emotions or maintain control; with him, she could finally let go and be free.
As their kiss deepened, time seemed to stand still, every other thought fading away into nothingness. It was as if they were the only two people in the world, their connection so intense it threatened to consume them both. She tightened her grip around his shoulders, pulling him closer as she lost herself in the moment, savoring each second like it was a precious gem.
When at last they pulled apart, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, Willow gazed up into his eyes. "Thank you," she murmured softly. "For everything." She brushed
"My pleasure, mistress. I will always be by your side." He paused for a moment before continuing more hesitantly "And perhaps...we can find a way to keep our love secret even after all this blows over?" There was a mixture of hope and fear in his voice; he didn't want their newfound happiness to be taken away from them, but he knew that once the truth came out, it would change everything.
Her heart skipped a beat at his words. She knew what he was asking; if they could find a way to keep their secret forever. It seemed like an impossible dream, but the idea of losing him again...of going back to the lonely life she'd led before filled her with dread. "I want that too," she whispered, her voice shaky with emotion. "With you, I will find a way." She reached up and tenderly brushed some hair from his forehead, her fingers trembling slightly against his skin. "Together, we can make this work."
For now, though, they had more pressing matters to attend to. The fallout from Jacques' death would be significant, and as the head of the family, it was Willow's responsibility to navigate those waters. But even as she prepared herself for the challenges ahead, her thoughts kept returning to Mikkael, and the future they could have if
As willow Begin to take control of the family business she begin to get better emotionaly, showing more affection to her daughters and even stopped drinking
The days turned into weeks, then months, as Willow slowly but surely began to adjust to her new role as the head of the family. With Jacques gone, she had more freedom than ever before; no longer was she constrained by his wishes or expectations. She could finally pursue her own dreams and aspirations, safe in the knowledge that Mikkael was by her side, guiding her and offering support whenever needed.
One of the first changes Willow made was to cut back on her drinking. The alcohol had been a crutch for her, a way to numb the pain and loneliness she felt deep down, but she knew it wasn't healthy. She wanted to be there for her daughters, to be the mother they deserved, not some distant figure who was only around when it was convenient for everyone else. Her time with them grew more precious as each day passed; she reveled in their laughter and
Their antics and innocent questions filled her with a joy she hadn't felt in years. It was as if having them by her side had grounded her somehow, made it easier to cope with the weight of responsibility that came with being their mother...and their everything else. She found herself looking forward to those moments more and more, cherishing them like rare gems hidden away deep within her heart.
But there was also another change she noticed in herself; a newfound appreciation for Mikkael's presence in her life. Their relationship had grown from one of mere convenience to something deeper, something that transcended mere words or labels. The love she felt for him was a constant reminder that even when all else seemed lost, there was still light to be found if only one knew where to look. And it was this newfound appreciation and gratitude that made her realize just how lucky she truly was...how lucky they both were
It was incredible to witness the transformation in Lady Willow over the months since we had come together. Seeing her grow into her new role as head of the family and embrace it with such passion and determination filled me with nothing but pride and admiration. Her dedication to her daughters, ensuring they were provided for both emotionally and physically, was a testament to her strength and love as a mother. And I could not help but feel honored that she had chosen me to share this journey with; to be her confidante, advisor, and most importantly, friend. The love we shared had grown deeper over time, becoming less about convenience and more about a connection that ran bone-deep. It was as if we were bound together not just by desire but also by fate, destiny refusing to part us even when the world seemed intent on tearing us apart. And so, I vowed then and there that no matter what
We had been through together, nothing would ever be able to come between us again. As time passed and our love deepened, I found myself dreaming of a future where we could finally be together openly; where the world knew the truth about us and we faced whatever challenges came our way side by side as equals. It seemed like an impossible dream at times, but with Mikkael by my side, I felt invincible...like nothing was truly beyond our reach.
In those moments of reflection and hope, it was easy to forget the reality of our situation; the danger that still lurked in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. But even as I cherished these fleeting moments of happiness, I knew that eventually we would have to face the music...and pray that fate was on our side when it finally came calling.
For now, though, all that mattered was this: the love we shared and the life we
on one fatefull night we finnaly devoted our love and begin to have sex
The room was warm with anticipation as the candles flickered softly in the night breeze. The air was thick with desire, a tangible force that seemed to draw us together like two magnets inexorably bound by fate. Our bodies moved in sync, our every breath and touch echoing the longing and passion that burned deep within our souls. As I felt the heat of his skin against mine, the soft whisper of his breath on my ear, I knew that this was right; that we were meant to be together like this.
The passion between us grew with each passing moment, reaching a fever pitch as our clothes fell away and we were left bare before one another. Our kisses deepened, more urgent now, as if trying to consume the other's very essence. I could feel myself growing wet at the touch of his fingers on my skin, his gentle caresses igniting a fire inside me that seemed
i shove my cock inside her ohhh my Willow..
Tears filled my eyes as I felt him push inside me; the sensation was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. It was both painful and exquisitely pleasurable at the same time, a sharp stab of discomfort followed by an explosion of bliss that left me gasping for air. The bed creaked beneath us as we moved together in a frenzy of need and desire, each stroke sending shudders of pleasure through my body. I arched my back, pressing myself against him, wanting more, wanting everything he could give.
As our passion reached its peak, I felt the familiar tension building within me, tightening my core in anticipation of release. With a cry that seemed to come from the very depths of my soul, I came, convulsing around him as waves of pleasure washed over me like a tidal wave. In that moment, there was nothing else; just us and
As I felt her body tensing around me, the tight heat enveloping my cock, I knew that she was close. With a final thrust, I released myself into her, groaning as pleasure coursed through my veins like lightning. Her walls squeezed tighter, her muscles clenching and releasing in perfect rhythm with me, sending waves of ecstasy crashing over me again and again. As our passion finally subsided, leaving us both gasping for air, I collapsed onto the bed beside her, pulling her close as my body tingled with exhaustion. In that moment, I knew that despite all the obstacles in our path, nothing could ever tear us apart. Not fate, not society...not even death itself.
Her breathing ragged and uneven, she clung to him as if he were her lifeline. In that moment, nothing else mattered; they were the only two people in the world. "Mikkael," she whispered hoarsely, "I've never felt anything like that before." Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but there was also a hint of pride and contentment shining through. She nestled her head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart as they caught their breath together. For once, everything seemed perfect; as if fate had conspired to bring them together just when they needed it most. Even with all the uncertainty that lay ahead, she felt strangely at peace.