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Moonlit secrets

He made his way to almost the door and felt her arms around him. Standing he looked at the heavy oak door and sighed softly. He wasn't going to do this, not here not now."Its fine." He said to her simply. "You've made your point, now make your breakfast." He said simply before he reached down and slipped her arms from about himself. "You've got a busy day ahead of you." He added before he placed a hand on the door. His eyes fixated on a particular spot, a deep smudge on the door that stood out as though long ago something or someone has pressed against it.
 
Miss Lovelock then dipped below his arm. He said he was fine~ Humming ever so innocently, she skipped along the hall. Her hair swishing behind her as she made her way back to her room. Oh! Playful little lamb, seductively prancing along the dewy grass.. Soon, time will come for the slaughter. Her rump bounced, her breasts jiggled. It was a good day in her world~ She sang a happy little song, before swinging around the post and heading upstairs to her room.
 
He ignored it and made his way up to his room. Soon after he was dressed, his body cloaked in oxblood trousers black boots and a black shirt with a silver scarf about the neck. He didn't wear underwear but now his member was lessened now, but still somewhat prominent. Stretching he made his way out of the room and down the stairs when he heard a loud knock at the door. Opening it he saw a young man who had a large box sitting next to him along with a cart for moving it. "Morning sir." He said. "Delivery sir."
 
There suddenly came a long scream. Lestelle had gone and washed herself with hot water, and used the last bit of her vanilla scent. But... upon return to her room, there was no such thing as her clothing! She searched, and searched, but to no avail. Where did it all go?! Oh! That Edmund must have thrown them out... How cruel! Tossing on her silken slip, Lestelle rushed out of her room. Maybe.. she could wear some of Edmund's clothing? She checked his room, he wasn't there! She hurried down the stairs, her breasts bouncing this way and that with her quick steps. She had this concerned look on her face. Then, her eyes popped open; there was Edmund, with the door wide open. Her face turned red as she quickly hid behind Edmund.
Softly she whispered,
"W-why is the door open?"
 
He heard the scream and sighed before he saw her running down the stairs and stepped between her and the boy to block his view. "This boy came to deliver your clothing." He said simply. Edmund stood between the two of them and lifted the collosal box easily without so much as bending before pulling it inside. "Wait here and I'll bring you my wardrobe.

The boy was speechless as he saw the wet and gorgeous woman peek out from behind the man. He saw that she was naked too and from how far back she was her chest had to be huge. Tilting slightly he tried to see more before he caught the look on the man's face. Looking down he sighed.

"Once she goes upstairs I'll let you in, you can wait in the den." Edmund said to him slowly with a slight nod before he closed the door.
 
Oh yes. Human girls of stature are already pretty, but elven women? Oh! There is no comparison. Her wet breasts pushed against Edmund's back as she hid so stealthily. And here he was protecting her from prying eyes; what a wonderful man, that Edmund. He could feel her trembling with embaressment behind her, but it was just the delivery boy. She nuzzled her cute lil' face against his back before hurring off. Lestelle also groomed herself down there like Edmund. It was all clean shaven to create a smooth passage, before comming to a soft little patch of hair to give depth between her thighs. The hair its self wasn't too short, nor was it long; but just the right length to be delicate like rabbit's fur!

Lestelle had bounded up the steps, and was safely waiting in her room; seated by the window.
 
He let her go before opening the door and pointing the boy in the direction of a sitting room. The boy began to head offf but doubled back to slowly follow Edmund as he brought the large box easily up the stairs. Slipping into Lestelle's bedroom He put the box down in the center before leaving. The boy however waited till he was gone and peeked through the cracked doorway.
 
She smiled when Edmund stopped by. Hopping up, with a boin og her breasts. She walked over to the large white box on the floor. Humming to herself, she began to open the packaging. Of course this gave the pervert a glorious view of herself. She exclaimed happily, seeing the beautifully crafted dresses. Pulling out a sky blue one, she held it infront of her and twirled around; stopping to face a mirror. Humming, Lestelle slipped off her wet nightgown, and did as Master Edmund had advised; not underwear. The clothing slipped over her body wonderfully. She spun about; what a pretty princess! Humming, she took off that dress, and tried on the others. Her giggles filled the house. Ahh~ So pretty~!!
 
The boy's breath hitched in his throat as he saw the woman fully unclothed. His pubescent member stood straight up as he gasped audibly at the disbelief at how beautiful and well built she was. His eyes went wide and his gaze was focused on her. As such he didn't see Edmund till he was beside him holding a large box. "Shows over." Edmund simply said with a firm tone before gripping the boy by his head and lifting him. He carried boy and box down the stairs before depositing both outside. "You tell anyone what you saw...and the next time I crush your skull." Edmund said to him as the young man nodded before loading the box onto his cart by rolling it and carried it off quickly his step now jovial his eyes still wide with what they had seen.
 
And to witness this site was excilent. The elven girl pranced about joyously; hanging the dresses once she checked to see if they fit properlly. The feel of the fabric beneith her hands was so enriching... Lestelle could easily get used to this sort of life! Clank. Hanging the last dress she stopped. Was she being spoiled? She smacked herself cross the face, cupping her cheek afterwards; she had to get a hold of herself. New things should not make her happy... She let out a soft sigh, pulling at one of the dresses. They were very pretty... Taking the blue dress off of the hook, she clothed her body; removing the slip. Humming, she walked about. The dress, for most women, would cover clevage, but when her chest size, her breasts bulged with the slightest breath; Almia would have to make alterations for sure. Beneith her bosoms, the dress fell graciously, splitting down to the center and opening to reviel a sheer fabric, backed with a silken one. The deisgn of the dress looked simple, but it was rather complex. A ribbon was placed beneith the chest to tighten it; tieing in the back. The sleves only couvered the shoulders.. it was a perfect late spring, early summer dress.

She pulled on the only other pair of shoes she had, which were white slippers. Singing a happy song, Lestelle braided her hair and tied it with a pretty white ribbon. She would go make breakfast, then hurry off to run errands. Her feet made a little pitter patter as she walked through the house.

She smiled to Edmund as she passed him. The girl did clean up well..
 
He looked her over briefly with a surprised look, he didn't think she could look better but she did. The clothing fit her so well it was rather surprising for such a short amount of time put into the alterations. Now however he needed to address other things. "Hurry up, were headed toe the cobbler's at 2 and the jewelers at 3" He said to her firmly. "I'd rather not be late." He continued as he made his way upstairs to his bedroom. Slowly he undressed and slipped back into bed, it was ten o clock and as such he had three hours before he really needed to be up, and lately he was feeling all the more fatigued. He curled up under the soft down comforter and his eyes closed.
 
Soon enough, his slumber was disturbed. There was an annoying knock on the door, before it creaked. It was Lestelle! She held a tray of food for him. A nice steaming omlet stuffed with herbs and cheese, a few slices of toast, and a small pot of her homemade jam. She even made him a small pot of tea! Placing it on his bed, the flower in the thin vase bounced slightly. Lestelle crawled onto his bed, before whispering into his ear,
"Master Blackwell, please wake up... your breakfast is all nice and hot!"
 
He pulled a pillow onto his head and rolled away from her in annoyance at first. He really couldn't believe she would do this and after he had told her he wasn't hungry. Slowly he turned back and jabbed her stomach with his once again swollen member as if to prod her out of the bed. "Yeah yea, leave there, I'll get it." He said sleepily before he rolled back over and curled up slightly hoping she'd take the hint and leave before he simply ravished her in his bed.
 
"You should eat it while it's hot, Mr Blackwell.." It was no use to deter him. Humming, Lestelle stood up and began to walk around his room. She looked over all the old paintings and tapistries... There were many things convaying to the moon... It was very pretty, espcially when full! Lestelle enjoyed viewing the moon on those nights. Still humming, she left his room.
In fact, she left his house! With the ammount of money he had given her, she deiceded to go our an buy them food to eat; since there wasn't much.
 
"Yeah sure." He said before he laid down once more and curled up. Sitting up a few hours later he sat upwards and slowly ate the breakfast. Standing once more he walked down the stairs bringing the tray with him before throwing out the tea. He sighed softly before he made his way through the house and back up to his room. Stretching he slid under the covers, he had two more hours to go and he'd savor them. Eventually he was up and about dressed in a red shirt and white pants along with black boots. Stretching he walked down the stairs and headed out the front door.
 
The wagon that had been left infront wasn't there, nor was Lestelle's horse.. or dog! Until, the steady creaking of the wagon wheels filled the once silent air. Sitting atop, holding the reins was Ms. Lovelock. she directed her horse to the backside of the house. Two men, one in his fourties, the other in his twenties hopped down from the back and began to load the food off of the wagon. She thanked them kindly; they had demonstrated their cooking techniques well! So... she hiered them as chefs.
Walking around the house, she ran to him; her cheeks becomming more red with signs of health. She smiled happily, "I found us some chefs~ And I bought us groceries. Here is your bill, and how much should be pay them?" She held out the bill which she had paid for since he was asleep. She smiled to the foot man as the carriage was brought around.
"I told them we were going out, but upon our return I would show them to their living quaters, and also!"
She cozied up to them,
"I informed the companies that we are looking for maids. Interviews are tomorrow, starting at ten."
 
He watched the procession then he watched as they got off of the cart and unloaded it. His eyes trailed from one to the other before he nodded. "I'll handle their pay." He said sternly as he saw her cozying up to them "Its just better that way, allows me to keep better track of it, that and it seems you lot are....rather friendly." He said, his voice slowly said before he shrugged and he waved off the carriage. "If You're going to cozy up with the help like that then honestly, I don't need to make you over." He continued. "If anything I'll have the cobbler come here." He said stiffly obviously slightly miffed at the way she pressed in close to the chefs. Turning on his heel he simply began to walk back into the house hands folder behind his back.
 
"But..." Lestelle was a bit taken back. She looked to him with concern, why was he acting like this? Shuffling along, she caught up to him, and stole one of his large hands. She it lovingly in her own as she looked up to him with her great big eyes, "... I have been friends with Mr. Donald and Mr. Infanti for years! They were the chefs at Saint Mary's Academy, until the head of school changed and wanted chefs who made meals that cost less. They really do work well, and their food is good; which is why I hiered them..." Her breasts lightly pushed together, she gave him a bit of a pouty expression, as if to beg for his forgiveness,
"... to make you happy, Mister Blackwell,"
 
He looked to her with just his peripheral vision first as she grasped his hand. Stopping he eventually turned to face her his eyes wide and piercing before he leaned in closer to her. "That's nice dear, I never said that was a problem, if you want to cozy up to them, fine, that's your business." He said before he slowly slid his hand out of hers. "Thank you for the gesture. I appreciate it." He said as he smiled to her. He could feel it creeping upon him, 9 days left and now his heart was pounding in his chest. "I'm going to bed." He said to her simply. It was an odd thing to say as the sun had recently set and he was bright eyed as he stood before her. "Go catch up with them darling." He said before he cupped her cheek and headed toward the stairs once more.
 
She held his hand too his cheek, giving it a light nuzzle. She was in a much better mood than last night! Maybe it was because she had something to eat? Lestelle watched him move to leave, that is when she took his hand again,
"N-not yet, Mr Blackwell.. we have your oppointments to go to. If we delay, then we will miss them! And, you have to eat dinner at some point... sleep can wait for later..." She smiled to him still, waiting for him to enter the carriage with her.
 
He looked up to her and smiled as she looked down to him. Slowly pulling her hand closer to him he kissed the back of her hand slowly. "Dear, its fine, and frankly the cobbler has a bit of a ..thing for young women with pretty feet. If you're there alone he will not only do a better job, he will give you a better price. Don't worry, old Ludwig is the best in the area but too old to act on his little fantasies. He may touch your feet a bit more than is regular but he's harmless. In any case I will meet you at the Jewelers ok?" He asked her slowly before he leaned in closer and gave her a gentle hug before pulling back.
 
Lestelle was happy at first, but as he revielled the secret fetish of the cobbler's she began to become a bit frightened. Was... everyone so sexual? Her hands fell down to her dress. Lifting it, she exposed a tiny foot donned in a simple white slipper made of silk. She had a few years of ballet training, but like her hands, her feet were extreamily soft. She bit her full bottom lip, "You positive...?" She looked up to him with her large eyes, some what scared. He seemed rather confident that she would be fine.. Dropping the skirt, she held her hands, "Well... I will bring you back the bill, I will see you at the jewelers!" She gave a cheerful smile before hopping into the carriage. With a click of his tongue, the driver directed the horses to leave.
 
He looked her over and sighed before shaking his head. "He's just an old man." He said to her slowly. "I'm rather sure he probably made your shoes, or one of his apprentices did at least, but it looks more like a shoe for a large child, we'll get you properly attired darling." He said to her. "I'll be down the street at the jewelers if you need me, the carriage will take you right there." He said to her before she leaned back and awaited for the driver to go. He smirked slightly before he turned and made his way back into the house.
 
Lestelle set attentatively in the box. Her eyes scanning the scenery as she rode past. The sun shone from behind a few clouds, the sky was such a clear blue! There were green meadows, and large forrested areas with an abundance of wild creatures! She should finish up all this shopping and hiering buisness, so she can go an paint! Master Blackwell wouldn't mind all too much if she did so... The sceenery changed as the carriage travelled down the dirt road. Soon enough, she was in town and the buggie stopped infront of the cobbler's. Stepping down, she left the carriage, and headed into the shop. A bell chimmed, summoning the old man. Lestelle smiled, "Good afternoon!"
 
Ludwig Kobold was a tiny man with gold spectacles constantly danging on the end of his pointed nose as though they'd fall off. He left his back room of various leathers and cloths to shuffle forward. The old man pushed up the spectacles to take in the young woman before him and his lips stretched into a pleased smile. He enjoyed the look of her curves. Leaning over the counter he was delighted to see the size of her feet before he leaned back barely containing his enthusiasm. "Hello..Miss" He said to her slowly in a voice smooth as oiled leather.
 
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