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Overstaying Her Welcome (and loving every second of it)

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Marcus smiled down at the girl and slipped off his coat, draping it across her shoulders before guiding her into the house, out of the pouring rain. "Normally I'd take you down to the local inn to get a room but in this rain we aren't about to turn anyone out." He told her simply. Marcus Corwin was known for being a fair man. Of course, when it came to women he might have been a bit more generous. Alessia never held it against him. Hell, it was one of the reasons that she'd started to fall for him.

Marcus was a bit over 6 feet in height and quite handsome. He was either in his late twenties or early thirties. No one ever bothered to ask which since he looked young for his age either way. He was rather muscular, the result of years spent working hard to achieve his position. Well, that, and being a rather accomplished swordsman. He dressed more like a peasant than a noble, his cloths rather simple. Then again, judging by how nice the jacket draped around the girl's shoulders was, he probably had a full wardrobe of expensive clothing. But what was the point of wearing expensive clothing when it was liable to get shredded by a sword anyway?

Alessia came down the stairs soon after her husband to see who he was talking to. She was positively radiant. She looked a few years younger than her husband and was several inches shorter. She was dressed in a simple white dress that left a little less to the imagination than most people of the period found appropriate. Then again, Marcus probably wouldn't have taken long to remove the offending garment anyway. That was one of the reasons she'd worn it afterall. "Ohh, poor thing... Were you out there long?" She asked as she saw the soaked young woman. She moved closer, a practiced sway in her hips (which had become almost second nature by now). She was quite well endowed, probably a D cup by today's standards, with a rear to match. All in all, the young demoness had picked quite a good looking couple to drop in on
 
Opening her hazel eyes, the soaked woman nodded slowly and smiled sweetly at the woman who approached her. “Yes I was, but thankfully Master Corwin was kind enough to bring me in for shelter. I am deeply in both of your debt.” She then gripped her dress and curtsied deeply. Although she was drenched the young demon’s guise was rather fine. The soft blue dress she wore clung to her sides from being soaked earlier before Marcus had found her, revealing that she had a dainty yet curvy frame. Her skin was paled from the cold, making her movements of breathing even more noticeable as her chest rose and fell. She wasn’t nearly as developed as Alessia was, but still had a nice figure regardless. Just a tad shorter than Alessia, the demon raised her head as her hazel eyes glanced between the two humans before her.

Indeed these humans were kind, perhaps they would be worthy of the gifts she could bestow upon them. Lifting her paled hands to her face, she gently peeled back some of her golden locks back from her face so she could get a better look at the woman before her. “The rain simply wouldn’t let up; I do hope that I am not too great a burden upon both of your shoulders. After all, I am just a lowly noble’s daughter.” Her voice was elegant, proclaiming that she was younger and probably still pure in the purest ways of all. “I will be sure to properly compensate the both of you for your inconvenience.” She said in a very polite manner, not revealing any of the thoughts going on within her mind.
 
Marcus found himself unable to help but smile at the young girl as she curtsied. Usually, their impromptu guests weren't nearly this well mannered. If she kept this up she might be one of the few who actually got themselves invited back rather than getting a few nights at the inn to get them back on their feet and out of the couple's hair. The Corwins weren't just generous, they were philanthropists by the standards of most nobles. But having guests around all the time did cut into time that the two of them could find better ways to spend.

Alessia stopped her when she told her that she'd compensate them. "There's no need. We're happy to have you. I especially think my husband is going to be rather fond of you. That's quite a nice jacket getting soaked on your shoulders." She said, more to her husband than her. "She looked cold..." Marcus coughed softly, bringing a smile to Alessia's face. "Anyway..." He continued. "We should get you out of those wet cloths. Some of Alessia's old cloths should fit you and I'll get a fire started and find you something warm to eat." He told her before heading into the living room.

Alessia turned back to the young girl and took her hand softly. "Come on. Marcus would feel terrible if you caught a cold on our watch." She said with a smile as she lead her upstairs insistently, taking her to a large bedroom with a bed in it that looked more like it was meant to fit 5 or 6 people than the two of them. She lead the girl to a large closet, pulling the door open and leading her to the back. There were quite a few dresses back here which ought to have fit the young lady. Alessia picked up one and looked down to the girl, one of her hands running over her own breast softly. "I wasn't sure I'd ever find a use for these old dresses. I certainly don't fit into them any more. Well, not without a corset, and between you and me, I think I look better without one." She said with a little grin. She was proud of her ample bust
 
Watching the exchange between the two, the demon kept her eyes down politely until they were finished. Nodding to the offer from Marcus, she smiled softy at Alessia and curtsied slightly. “Thank you Mistress.” She said cheerfully. Hearing Alessia mention that they should go so she wouldn’t get sick, the girl nodded with a bright smile and allowed herself to be escorted upstairs without protesting. Slowly slipping the jacket from her shoulders, she held it with her arm as she glanced at Alessia who was perusing through all of her fine dresses.

The girl immediately bowed her head when Alessia mentioned that she thought she looked better without one. “If I may be so frank, I would agree with you Mistress Corwin.” She gave the older woman a soft smile as she glanced down at the dress held up to her once more. Taking it gently from Alessia’s hands, she smiled and walked back into the bedroom, placing the dress down upon the bed as she began the task of unbuttoning her dress. Eventually the wet buttons came undone and she slipped out of the soaked dress, just standing before Alessia in her slip and corset.

Hanging the wet dress on a hanger, she propped it beside the fireplace so it could dry. Not bothering to remove them, the demon then grabbed the dress that had been given to her and slowly pulled it up over her frame, working at the buttons slowly with her icy fingers. Indeed it did feel good to get out of the wet dress; she hadn’t been planning on it raining that night. The demon turned toward Alessia as she buttoned the dress up as best as she could. Smiling brightly as she flicked a few blonde strands from her brow, she spoke to Alessia.

“Heavens, I have completely forgotten to introduce myself to you and Master Corwin.” She bowed her head with a soft smile before her golden hazel eyes flicked up to meet Alessia’s. “My name is Eve. I am daughter to Lord Byron, who owns a farm along the outskirts of town.”
 
She really didn't have to keep her eyes down while they were talking. The two of them were used to taking little pot shots at each other in front of company. Then again, if company wasn't there if might very well have lead to them fucking in front of the fire place. There was a good reason there was a thick and comfortable fur rug right in front of it. Really, it was a wonder that the two of them were still invited to events. The two of them didn't really maintain a good amount of shame for this day and age.

Alessia rested a hand on the girl's cheek softly as she agreed with her, her icy blue eyes looking into the demoness's hazel ones. "Ohh, we are going to have to have you over again." She cooed before the girl headed back into her room with the dress. She moved to the door of the closet but did her best to avoid watching. She was a little curious about the young girl's body. She'd been covered by her husband's jacket by the time that Alessia arrived. Either way, the girl was facing away from her so she wouldn't notice too much until she turned around. She strode up to the girl and lightly brushed her blond locks aside, starting to help her button up the dress.

"Your father must be very proud to have a polite daughter like you." She mused as her fingers ran over the last of the buttons. With that she took a step back to admire her work. "Perfect." She said before moving to the door, her hips swaying perfectly, accentuating her beautiful rear. "Come along Eve, I'm sure Marcus will have a meal ready for you."
 
Eve smiled brightly as Alessia came up behind her and helped her button up the last of the dress. She adjusted her breasts a bit by pushing on the dress, making sure that they were snuggly fit inside and wouldn’t cause a scene. Even for being a demon, Eve had tact and it was usually what made her be so powerful around humans. It pleased her when the woman mentioned that she would be invited to stay once more. Perfect... Perhaps this would become her new home, after all... Byron was getting older and he had exhausted her interest years prior. When she heard Alessia mention Byron being proud, Eve couldn’t help but smirk devilishly while Alessia wasn’t looking.

“Indeed he is,” she said softly as she slowly adjusted the gold necklace around her throat, toying with the pendant using her fingertips. “I do my best to please him and be a good daughter. I am the only woman of the house so I learned how to run things from an early stage.” Part of this was a lie, and part of it wasn’t. The demon didn’t feel that these humans needed to know the truth about her, at least for now anyway. Perhaps they would in due time if they deemed themselves worthy of the treasures she could bestow upon them.

Alessia mentioning dinner made the demon’s attention return to Alessia, and she smiled brightly. “Ah, I am sure Master Corwin has. Please, you two are too kind to such a petty girl like myself.” She said following Alessia quickly, noting how she walked. Clearly these humans were much different than most she had encountered before. They descended the stairs and indeed Marcus had prepared a meal. Eve immediately curtsied before him and lowered her head as she did so. “Master Corwin, I realized I neglected to introduce myself to you before. My name is Eve Byron, Lord Byron’s daughter.”
 
Alessia really should have noticed that there seemed to be an underlying tone to the girl's talk of Byron. Then again, there were plenty of people who probably should have caught on to her, but it was hard to assume anything bad about such a sweet girl. Well, that, and for the most part people who believed in demons were superstitious weirdos who were more liable to single out their neighbor they'd known for 10 years than the suspiciously perfect young lady who just showed up on their doorstep. And that didn't really sound like it applied to the Corwins.

Alessia didn't bother to check on Eve as they walked. She wasn't expecting the girl to be eying her like that (or to pick up on that sort of thing at all). Afterall, she seemed like such a pure girl. When they reached the living room Marcus handed her a plate of warm food. The meal was rather simple, just roast and potatos. "The maids have already gone home or else I'd have had them cook up something more substantial than leftovers." He told her. There was a roaring fire in the fireplace behind him and she could already feel herself warming up. When he heard that she was Lord Byron's daughter he smiled before raising a brow softly. "I wasn't aware that his lordship had taken a bride..." He mused softly, noticing the surprised look on Alessia's face. Clearly she just realized that she hadn't either. Still, Alessia didn't take long to reprimand her husband. "You know full well that we aren't always as social as could be expected..." She pointed out.

Marcus gave a little nod. "You are right about that." He told her as he took a step up to her. "Maybe we should go out more. You do look ravishing in a ball gown." He told her before kissing her. Alessia feigned a bit of resistance, not sure that they should be acting like this in front of Eve, but that didn't last long. When the kiss ended Eve noticed Alessia's tongue withdrawing back out of Marcus's mouth. The two of them quickly took a seat on a nearby sofa before motioning their guest to a large arm chair.
 
Taking the plate that was given to her, Eve bowed her head in thanks. “Oh please don’t fret about it Master Corwin. This is more than enough to tie me over.” She heard the surprise from the two humans before her and swiftly spoke to calm their confusion. “Truth is good sir... My father did marry quite some time ago, approximately twenty two years. He was terribly grief stricken though when my mother died giving birth to me. So distraught was he that I was sent away for most of my childhood. I’ve only been living with him for the past ten years or so, but he’s kept me hidden away from sight.” Eve said as she motioned toward her paler complexion, definitely a sign that she wasn’t allowed outside.

“As for being social, he isn’t much himself. I’m sure that everyone in the whole village knows about how he isn’t mentally sound. He’s quite possessive of me. I’m sure once the rain lets up he’ll send out the servants to bring me back to the manor.” To this she let out a heavy sigh. Clearly eve didn’t like being cooped up, for the human was possessive of her. He didn’t want to allow the demon to possibly stray from his side, he was still power driven and lustful for what she could give even though he had expended all of her desires.

Her face remained still as she watched the two kiss and eventually pull apart. Her thoughts were buzzing though. It was so rare to see humans so passionate for each other. Perhaps these two should become the new objects of her fancy. She took the seat that was shown to be hers, and began to cut the food up into bite sized pieces as she ate. Sitting with her legs folded up in the arm chair, clearly it being bigger than she was, she slowly ate and stared at the couple before speaking once more. “I do believe that Mistress Corwin would be rather divine in a ball gown. I’m sure that Master Corwin would also look rather diviner in a dress suit.” She smiled softly and continued to eat before speaking once more. “I wish that I had such a loving family life, like you two have. It’s been quite tiresome to deal with Father’s antics these past few years.”
 
Marcus smiled at the polite young girl as she accepted the plate. Truth be told, he might have actually been a better cook than some of the maids. He just didn't actually have the time to do much cooking. "Poor thing..." Alessia cooed when she heard of Eve's plight. Even Marcus was inclined to trust her on this one. Alessia was right about her husband, he was a sucker for a cute girl. And the pale complexion certainly helped her story. Assuming that that was a more natural complexion for a demoness didn't really seem like a good explanation. Well, not to any sane individuals.

Both of them nodded when she mentioned that Lord Byron wasn't mentally stable. Marcus could almost remember a time when he was more normal since he was a bit older than Alessia. Still, he couldn't remember for the life of him what had changed to make Byron act so differently. Either way, both of them exchanged a quick glance when she mentioned that he'd probably send out servants to bring her back to the mansion.

"Marcus dear..." Alessia began before he held up his hand to quiet her, giving her a knowing smile that told her he was already on it. He stood up and moved over to Eve, leaning against her chair and looking down at her with a little smile. "I think we can solve that..." He began happily. "Alessia and I have been..." There was a pause as he considered the girl's innocent demeanor. "working rather hard on a child of our own, and we'd be honored to have a daughter as polite and beautiful as you. If you'll have us, we'd like to offer you a home here." He told her with a smile.
 
Eve glanced up at Marcus, noting how he was leaning over the chair. The demon’s face didn’t betray her thoughts. He’s probably eyeing my breasts... she thought to herself, noting that the pendant rested perfectly above her cleavage to draw attention here. Acting oblivious, Eve’s face brightened when Marcus mentioned her staying there to be their daughter. The demon had an inkling that a bit more was implied, but that was more than alright. Perhaps these two would be worthy of her contract, and possibly accept her for what and who she was.

Slowly setting the plate down on an end table, Eve rose from the chair and curtsied lowly before the two. “I would be honored to be taken in by the Corwins. Perhaps my father, Lord Byron, can be convinced to allow me to become Mistress Corwin’s lady-in-waiting so that I may be more properly instructed how to care for a household and a husband when I am to be married. It is only proper that I learn from such a refined woman since I have no mother.” Continuing to keep her innocent tone, Eve secretly thought that what she just said may perk Marcus’ attention even more. She could already tell that there was an interest in her, and wanted to efficiently play at their hearts to gain sympathy. What better way to keep this going and earn a temporary, if not permanent residence in their home?
 
Marcus most definitely hadn't meant for anything extra to be implied in the comment, though she was right about his eyes wandering a little bit. Of course, it was only for a moment or so. Eve was a good looking girl and a little glance wouldn't hurt anyone. Hell, Alessia was just as guilty as he was of having eyes prone to wandering. But even if the two were starting to have thoughts wandering in that direction, it was more liable that the two of them would be getting to bed sooner rather than later, as opposed to going so far out of line as to make a pass at their newly adopted daughter.

Alessia stood up and moved over to the girl as well. "That sounds wonderful, though I doubt I know how to give such instruction. The maids do much of the housework and caring for a husband is easy." "Or perhaps something you have a natural talent for." Marcus chimed in, getting a look that told him that was the one time he'd get away with that in front of Eve. Alessia continued. "Whether or not I'd be fit to teach you, I'd be happy to have you as my lady in waiting." She said with a smile. "Besides, I've still got plenty of nice dresses for you to try on." She said, giggling a bit as she realized that she might very well be treating Eve a bit like a doll now and then.
 
Eve smiled brightly at the possibility of being dressed up. If there was one thing the demon enjoyed, it was being dressed up and treated like a queen. She rather enjoyed lavish gowns, even if it was just to gawk at herself in the mirror for a few minutes. There were quite a few portraits done of her back at Lord Byron’s, but she wasn’t sure if she’d be bringing them with her. “Then it is settled. Once the weather improves, I will contact my father and alert him of this decision. I am after all a grown woman; I can make my own decisions.” She smiled brightly at both of them, not disclosing her age, but verifying that she was of age for marriage. Bowing her head once more, she smiled brightly at the two and let out a soft giggle. “I look forward to learning from you, Mistress Corwin.”

Glancing out the window, even though to a human they wouldn’t be able to see much due to the storm, Eve pressed a pale hand to her brow and let out a soft sigh. “I don’t mean to be rude, but I fear I might need to retire for the night. Would it be possible to get parchment and a quill so I may begin to draft a letter for my father?” She looked up at the two as she stood there, her hazel eyes sparkling as the flame’s light hit them. Even her golden locks seemed to shimmer and glow in the firelight as her hair was almost completely dry, having some curl to it. Eve was rather beautiful for a girl of her stature, quite a temptation to those around her despite her pure persona.
 
Alessia would have caught that look on Eve's face from a mile away. She was going to have some fun with her new "daughter" around. Though she still wasn't sure whether or not she was ready to have someone calling her "mom". The Corwins gave a nod of agreement along with her decision. "I'm sure your father will accept the decision." Marcus said with that calm confidence that told her that the acceptance could come either before or after Marcus had a few stern words with Lord Byron and it wouldn't matter much either way to him. Alessia smiled when she realized that Eve had intentionally skirted the subject of her age. "Well, it seems that you've already got a good understanding of what I'd be teaching you. We'll just have to fill in the gaps."

Marcus gave a little nod when she told them that she might need to retire for the night. "Certainly. I'll see you to your room while Alessia gets you the parchment and quill." He told her, offering her his arm before he lead her up to the guest room. He had a little trouble taking his eyes off of her and almost bumped into several bits of furniture." Alessia gave a little giggle as she saw where her husband's attentions lay. He was going to catch hell for this later and she was going to enjoy the result. Marcus soon brought the young girl to a well furnished room with a bed almost as big as the lover's. "Here we are." He said, lighting a few candles to keep the night at bay as the light faded from the sky. "I hope you'll enjoy it here Eve. I get the feeling that Alessia and I are going to be quite fond of you."
 
Hearing that Marcus would take care of the situation with Lord Bryon, Eve nodded with relief and smiled kindly at Alessia as she went to get the parchment. Eve took Marcus’ extended arm happily and allowed him to lead her up to the room, acting concerned whenever he bumped into something, keeping up the innocent and pure persona about her. Within her mind she knew what was going on, he was already infatuated with her and Alessia was showing interest as well. As she was shown the room, she held her hand to her mouth in awe, whether it was artificial or real was unknown.

“This is far too much for me Master Corwin. Really, this is much too lavish for petty old me.” She slowly walked into the room, inspecting it before running her finger along a sitting chair before the fireplace as he lit candles. “I cannot properly thank you good sir.” Slowly sitting down in a chair, Eve smiled at Marcus sweetly as she waited for Alessia to arrive with the parchment. “I will do my best to finish the letter by morning sir.”
 
Between the two of them Marcus certainly did hold more power and if it came down to a physical confrontation things were even more certain to go Marcus's way. But he didn't really like the idea of harming Eve's father politically or in any other sense. He hoped that the man would be reasonable about this whole situation. Still, he could see why he wouldn't want to lose Eve, she really was a pleasure to have around. Of course, Marcus was assuming that some of the enjoyment was lost on Byron, afterall, she was his daughter as far as the Corwin's knew.

"Think nothing of it. I'm certain that Alessia will find some work for you to pay for your stay with." Admittedly, he doubted that Alessia would force her to do anything too difficult. Still, if she was looking for training at how to get a husband, his wife was second to none. He could name few nobles who wouldn't have happily taken Marcus's place. "You don't have to. I always wanted a daughter just like you. That's more than enough for me." He told her before taking her hand and kissing it softly.

Alessia stepped into the room and set the parchment, quill, and ink on the desk before moving up behind her husband. "You wouldn't happen to be thinking of practicing what I'm going to be teaching you on my husband, would you?" She purred. Marcus shot her a little look that told her not to tease Eve like that. "You know... I'm thinking me and my wife need to have a little conversation about that comment. Perhaps we should retire to our bed chambers and leave you to your letter." He said with an evil grin. Alessia returned the grin before looking to the younger woman with a softer smile. "I think my husband is right. Good night Eve." With that the two of them hurried out of the room. Within moments the bedroom door locked.
 
“I will do whatever she asks of me, Master Corwin. I don’t want to be a burden to either of you, just a joy as a proper daughter should be.” Alessia blushed accordingly to the kiss upon her hand. As Alessia entered, Eve smiled up at her and took the items from her without a peep, rising out of the chair and going to the desk, setting them down and setting the area up. When she heard the comment about her practicing on Marcus, she immediately held her hand to her lips and gave Alessia a frightened look.

“Of course not Mistress! I would never do such a thing!” she effectively played the innocence off of her tongue as she spoke, her look of shock and appall genuine. Hearing Marcus say that they needed to leave, Eve nodded and curtsied to the couple as they left. Her super human hearing allowed her to pick up on their door locking, and smirked a bit as she shut her own door. Slipping to the desk, she muttered out a few words in a dead language and began to write on the parchment. The pen was now enchanted, so that all who read the note would read this message except for Lord Byron.


Dearest Father,

Truth be told, living in our home has become rather stifling and won’t permit me to flourish as I should. I am of age and still not wed, nor have you made any attempt to arrange my marriage. With this knowledge, I have become a lady in waiting to Mistress Corwin. I beseech to respect this decision of mine, and I promise I will do you proud. I need to make a path for myself as a lady, and clearly I will not be able to do so with marriage under your guidance. Forgive me Father, but I am doing this for both of us.

Sincerely,

Eve Byron

Setting the pen down, Eve muttered another set of words, removing the enchantment from the pen. She yawned and stretched, cracking a few bones in her body. Rising from her chair, she walked over to a dresser and picked out a simple nightgown that was inside. Slipping the dress off of her body, she hung it in a closet she found near the bed and removed her corset and slip. Standing nude in the moonlight, she walked to the window and gazed outside. The storm was slowly calming itself, and part of her yearned to go out and hunt something to feast upon. But it was too risky. The Corwin’s may come into check upon her.

Sighing a bit, she crossed her arms, letting the moonlight kiss her exposed form for a few more moments before going to the nightgown, pulling it over her head. Pulling the blankets back, she scooted to part of the bed that was bathed in moonlight and closed her eyes. Tuning out the noises that her enhanced senses picked up on, she sighed contently with a pillow and curled up to sleep. Rising her hand, she snapped her fingers and all the candles went out as she proceeded to sleep until she would be awoken in the morning by the Corwin’s or their servants.
 
She was quickly endearing herself to the both of them. Of course, Alessia had expected just such a reaction from her, as well she should. Marcus was going to have to have a little word with her about scaring the poor girl like that. At least, he intended to. Really, the way that she'd been talking about the stuff she intended to teach Eve had his mind somewhere completely different by the time they reached the room. In this time the church had a lot to say about what people should and shouldn't be doing and he doubted highly that they'd be happy with a lot of Alessia's talents. Well, unless she gave them a taste. He couldn't think of a man who'd be willing to condemn her after having tried her.

Her hearing would probably allow her to notice what went on after they left her side. They were certainly louder than a key in the lock of a door, oddly enough considering how fitting the metaphor was. And the noise continued for a good bit of the night before finally having died down.

In the morning it was Alessia who came to wake her up. Her hair glistened softly still from a recent bath. Still, super human senses were probably more than enough to notice that she hadn't really done much to get Marcus's scent off of her. She was positively glowing as well. Clearly last night had been just what she needed. She was dressed in an elegant red dress that was cut scandalously low in the front. "Wake up Eve." She called out in her usual sing-song voice. "It's time for breakfast."
 
Having heard someone open her door, Eve remained still, pretending to be asleep. When Alessia called out to her, Eve slowly rolled around in the bed to face the other woman, opening her eyes slowly as she stretched out on the bed. “Good morning, Mistress Corwin.” She sat up in the bed, her blonde locks falling halfway down her back as she let out a little yawn. Smiling brightly at Alessia, she titled her head in an innocent manner and gently slipped out of the bed.

“You look radiant this morning Ma’am.” She said in a soft tone. Alessia was able to see more of Eve’s figure now that she was simply in a night gown. She walked to the dresser and picked up her slip, slowly stepping into it and hoisting it over her hips. As the nightgown was lifted to do this, Alessia saw the girl’s slender pale legs and the side of her rear, which had a nice round shape to it. Eve eyed the corset for a few moments, pondering if she should bother putting it on yet. Slowly walking to the closet, she glanced at the dress from the night before then remembered the one she had arrived in.

“Oh, Mistress. Is my dress dry that I was wearing last night? If it is I can wear it today until Master Corwin returns with my things? Oh!” Eve quickly ran to the desk and held up the parchment, revealing her very elegant penmanship. “Here is the letter for my father.” She gave it to Alessia with a bright smile, seeming to completely forget about getting dressed for the day.
 
Alessia smiled brightly as she was greeted by Eve. She strode over to the young girl's bed and took a seat on the edge as the young girl stood up. She didn't bother looking away when the girl's nightgown was lifted. She wasn't exactly expecting anything she hadn't seen before. She smiled when she saw the girl's nicely curved rear. She could see why her husband had been starring at her. Really, this made her job much easier. One of the first things that she intended to teach the girl was how to walk. You could get away with saying or doing most anything when a man's brain was focused solely on the motion of your ass.

"Thank you. Last night was... quite invigorating..." She purred, grinning a little as she thought about it. She really was going to have to start her lessons soon if she wanted to get to a point where she wouldn't be stopping herself mid sentence around Eve. When Alessia noticed her looking at the corset she shook her head softly, moving over to her and gently pressing her hand to the girl's stomach. Nice and flat. "You don't need that. And even if you did, it never pays to be short on breath before you have a reason to be. No corsets. If you don't fit into your dress you either need a new dress or more exercise." She said simply, removing her hand from the girl's stomach. Admittedly, she tended to get most of her exercise from Marcus, but she was certain that they could find something else for her if they needed to.

When she was handed the letter Alessia folded it and slipped it into an envelope before sealing it with Marcus's family seal. "I'll have Marcus deliver it after breakfast." She said with a smile. "Now get dressed. A lady should always be a little early. It helps make sure you're seated exactly where you want to be. Preferably next to a handsome gentleman." She said
 
When Alessia touched her stomach, the demon almost squeaked with alarm but forced herself to stay calm. Hearing Alessia mention that she didn’t need a corset, the demon blinked slowly at her. She’d never been told that by anyone before, and found it a rather interesting point. Her hands immediately rose to her breasts, holding them with her hands. She was used to having a corset push them down and up, making them bulge a bit in a dress, but assumed that a gown would do a similar effect.

Eve nodded briskly and slowly pulled on her nightgown off when told to get dressed. Relieved to hear that the letter would be delivered, the demon pushed those thoughts aside and concentrated on what to wear. She didn’t mind Alessia seeing her bare breasts, for it was quite common for women to help her get dressed. She was used to Byron having servants dress her after all, so she picked up the dress given to her last night and began to step inside of it, pulling it up over her exposed breasts as she slowly buttoned it up.

“Indeed you are right Mistress Corwin. I will try to look my best for my new father.” She gave the taller woman a soft smile, finishing up with the dress, grabbing a brush that was on the vanity and quickly began to brush out her blonde locks, which by now were fully down out of the partial bun they were in last night.
 
Alessia might have expected that reaction. Most women were so used to the idea that they needed a corset and as little exercise as possible that the suggestion of otherwise was quite shocking. But if she was wrong about this, then why is it that when her and Marcus attended a ball, all the men had their eyes on her? Admittedly, she might have been a bit of trouble of her some what promiscuous behavior if it wasn't for the fact that no one wanted to publicly insult the wife of a man known for his aptitude in duels. Fortunately, Marcus's reputation preceded him enough that the actual duel almost never happened and the mere suggestion that it might often jogged the memories of people who owed his wife an apology.

The older woman watched as her new daughter got dressed. She did want to see what she was working with afterall. "You're certainly built right for this. But you need to carry yourself a little bit differently." She purred before reaching around her daughter once more, guiding her back to straighten out her posture a little bit. Her hands moved up to the girl's breasts, making sure that they were properly situated in her dress. "Good..." She purred before releasing her, giggling playfully. "Every mother should have a cute daughter like you." She said before leading her daughter out of the room.

They reached the dinning room as the servants were setting their places. Marcus's spot was at the head of the table with a spot being set beside of him and one more beside that spot. Clearly they meant for the lady of the house to have her lady in waiting and husband on either side of her. She smiled and took her seat, thanking the servants. She looked up at her daughter shortly. "Well, aren't you going to have a seat while we wait for your father?" She wondered if the girl remembered what she's said about being early and getting to pick who you sat next to.
 
She stood perfectly still as Alessia fixed her dress, not objecting to the help. She was used to having others help her after all. Not being able to help but blush to the compliment, Eve glanced up at Alessia and smiled sweetly. “Thank you. I thank my mother for my figure to be honest. And how do I need to carry myself differently?” Her question as pointless as she realized what Alessia meant when she adjusted her posture. Smiling once more, she bowed her head in thanks to the taller women. Gazing at herself in the mirror, she compared herself to Alessia for a few moments before speaking softly. “Every daughter should have a beautiful mother to aspire too.”

Following obediently down the stairs, Eve kept close to Alessa’s heels until they entered the dining room. Eve nodded swiftly when she was asked if she would sit. “Of course Mistress Corwin,” she said as she took the seat across from Alessia so that Marcus would sit between them. She wasn’t bold enough to take a seat at the head of the table, not yet at least. With her straight poise, she bowed her head to the servants and glanced around at the table, wondering what would be served. She patiently waited for Marcus to arrive, wondering if Alessia would give him the letter immediately or wait until after they had eaten. She was afraid Byron would try to confront her, for if that was the case, she might be forced to use her wiles upon him.
 
Alessia smiled at the way that the girl blushed. She'd learn to fake a blush long ago, afterall, not a whole lot embarrassed her at this point. But the nobles expected a lady to be embarrassed by, well, most everything. So being able to fake a blush was a good thing to know. Somehow, she figured that such training would be lost on Eve, who already seemed prone enough to that reaction. "Stand up straight, don't slouch forward, we'll cover the other important parts of your posture later." Namely that there were very definite times when you should be slouching forward. Namely, when you wanted a man looking down your dress. But that often involved the subtle tactic of pretending to be interested in nothing to give yourself a reason to lean forward.

Since the servants were still setting the table they didn't think twice before rearranging it a bit so that Eve was sitting next to her adoptive father. "Very good Eve. Though at an actual dinner party you'll want to find a seat next to a man without a wife." She said with a little laugh. Eve seemed to take to her lessons like a natural. Finding a smart young girl like her a husband would be easy, teaching her to pick a good husband, well, that might be a bit harder.

Marcus strode out into the dining room but was quickly stopped by the servants. "Sir, we've prepared the carriage for your journey to Lord Byron's estate after breakfast." Marcus shook his head a little bit and rested a hand on the man's shoulder. "That's hardly a journey and I won't need the carriage for it anyway. Leave it here incase my wife or daughter fancy a trip somewhere. I'll just need the one horse. And yes, I will go get it myself." Marcus had bought a stallion trained for military cavalry. The upshot was that it was the fastest horse he'd ever owned. The down side was that Marcus was just about the only one who could get it to do what he wanted.

The lord of the manor headed over to the seat between his wife and daughter, looking to Alessia for a moment. Alessia tried to look innocent which Marcus took to mean that she was responsible. He knew full well that the servants wouldn't set up the table like this on their own, but he liked the change. "Now this is the way a man ought to have his breakfast, with a lovely lady for each arm." He said. He got the distinct feeling that Alessia's blush on that one might have been a bit more real than usual. At about that point the servants brought breakfast in. It wasn't anything complicated, just some eggs, biscuits, and potatos.
 
Eve nodded slowly as Alessia mentioned she’d need to sit by a man who wasn’t married. Granted the demon had been thinking about leaving Byron’s stead for quite some time, she just hadn’t been given an opportunity to do so. And to think while out on a nightly hunt she would come across such a wonderful opportunity. The Corwin’s were sexual deviants, rich, powerful, and most of all...buying her act of being an innocent girl. Perhaps this couple really would be worth what she could offer them. Perhaps with time a contract would be made, but that was a matter that would need to be thought about later.

Hearing the servants address Marcus, Eve looked up and stayed silent. The idea of a carriage ride was desirable to the demon, but she was more concerned with getting her things safely brought here from Byron’s estate. There was a certain chest in particular that needed to be brought over as soon as possible. Once he sat down with them, she offered him a bright smile and chuckled politely to his comment about sitting this way. “This is where I normally sit back with Father, so I thought it would be appropriate to do so here as well.” Eve said softly as she bowed her head. Her long blond curls were falling past her shoulders, and framed her face rather well. She looked older today than she did the night before, now that she was sufficiently rested and dry.

Once they were dished, Eve waited for Marcus to take the first bite then slowly began to eat her potatoes and eggs. Rising her dainty hand, she gently added jam to the biscuit given to her and ate it. the demon ate over half of her meal before resting her hands on her lap, staring at the two with her. “Master Corwin, if I may be permitted to request it... I was wondering if perhaps after you take my letter to my father, and he agrees to let me stay, if we could go to the manor and bring my things here. I would like to pack my things up; I fear that father might try to take some of my things if I don’t personally pack them.” She smiled at him sweetly before adjusting the skirt of her dress a bit. “He’s always been a bit odd about things...”
 
Marcus and Alessia were generally trusting people. Well, at least by noble standards, which were notoriously low. Still, she'd covered her tracks well and even if she hadn't, Marcus was generally rather trusting of cute young girls. What could he say? The man wanted a daughter and a seemingly perfect candidate had just shown up on his doorstep and taken a shine to the position.

"Certainly, I'll have to have the servants set up the table like this in the future." Marcus agreed as Eve told him that this was how she usually sat. Alessia had noticed that she looked more mature than last night, bringing up her estimate of Eve's age by a little bit. Either way, it made her that much more certain that Eve was ready for the lessons she'd be given.

Marcus began to eat happily, pausing once or twice to discuss what housework Eve ought to learn as well as which of Alessia's old dresses would fit her best. The latter conversation was rather short as they both agreed that she'd look good in any of them, though one or two might not be appropriate for a distinguished young lady such as herself. Marcus raised a brow when his adopted daughter began to speak suspiciously about her father. After a moment he gave a little nod before looking to Alessia. His wife could read the look like a book and knew that her husband wasn't fully comfortable with this situation. Still, the look he received in return told him that she'd go along with whatever he decided. Marcus looked back at Eve. "I suppose it might be simpler if you came with me. Could the possessions you're looking to pick up be carried by a single large horse?" Lord Byron wasn't exactly known for his mental stability as of late and he didn't want to bring more people than he could look after. Not on the first visit anyway.
 
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