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The Garden of Corruption [Zprimal & Luscious]

Ida's eyes were shut tight out of necessity, it allowed her to focus on the relentlessness of her partner when it came to things he wanted. Her voice was kept low during her needy moans, though she let out a loud moan that harmonized with the slap that caused it. "Mm! M'Lord!" She kept her face against the bed for fear of her being as loud as the act itself. Undoubtedly anyone who passed would know she was engaged in a certain...act, but they didn't need to know who it was with.

She positioned herself properly so she wouldn't slide too much as he kicked her legs apart and aligned himself. He could see the threatened hole pucker before he deviated to spear her properly. Her hands gripped the bed tight and her hips rose slightly to meet him. Each rut of his hips into her caused her to moan and he could see her hands twist the bed sheets. "Ohhh, M'Lord..."

***

His lips twisted into a bit of a grimace at the question. "The walls have ears." It was very much like him to decline the chance to gossip, if it wasn't for his scullery maid talking his ear off all the time he wouldn't know a thing about it. They went down into the cellar once Seth unlocked it and he worked his way through the rows of liquors and wines to the older vintages near the back. There were a total of six of the bottles left. He dusted off the one closest to the door and nodded. "This will pair nicely."
 
The sturdy wooden legs of the bed creaked as he thrusted against her. Each downward stroke drove him deeper into her and his weight settled on her back. A hand slid up her side and cupped a breast. His fingers pinched her nipple and rolled it between them as his weight settled against her back. For a moment, he enjoyed the sensation of being sheathed in her soaking cunt. "Your lord is pleased." He breathed in her ear, rolling his hips against her once more. He grunted as he began short, deep thrusts in her. The sound of her reddened buttocks slapping against the front of his hips filled the room.

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Seth said nothing to that statement, only a short grunt in response. The cellar was unlocked and they descended down where it was kept dry and cool. Once inside, he made a quick check on the wooden furniture for any rot, which there were none. He turned back to the cook, "Yes. I shall leave you to prepare dinner, although... I would have you prepare dishes that the Lord enjoys. Since he hardly has any time here now." His lips curved slightly, before he added, "His wife requested it. Oh, and also prepare food for the child, they shall be eating together."
 
Ida's hips rose slightly to allow him to thrust deeper into her, softly repeating M'Lord under her breath with every thrust he made into her. He could see the muscles in her back flexing as her back arched and a low moan escaped her. "I'm...mm...glad, M'Lord." Her nipple grew hard with his attention and she slid her hand between her thighs to begin to rub at her sensitive nub.

***

The cook nodded, "I'll do as the good lady wishes, the little one will have something special as well." He was a kind man who much seemed to prefer Sophia and the child much more than he liked the Lord of the house. He raised the bottle in indication. "This is all I needed from here, you can take your keys with you when you leave." He began towards the stairs, starting up them at an old man's pace.
 
He grunted, a hand slipping around her throat as his thrusts increased in force and urgency. Her appreciative moans as well as how her body bounced back, stretching herself around his cock each time. It was not long before he felt a coil form in his belly. His hand pinched her nipple, tweaking it as he pulled her upright, flush against his front. Whatever vows he had held, it was obviously forgotten as her juices slicked his shaft.

With a groan, he sheathed himself fully within her, spilling his essence in her pussy. He throbbed within her even as he gripped her with bruising strength. Possessive and careless.

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"Very well." Seth nodded and watched as the cook began to climb up the steps with difficulty, "Let me help you." He extended a hand for the bottle before a hand to support the other man, "You could have asked someone younger to go down here first in hopes that they knew what you were talking about. It would be trouble for you if you were alone and somehow injured yourself here."
 
There was a certain side of Tristan that Ida had the unique pleasure of seeing, a side that his lovely wife would likely never even know existed. The dominant way his fingers curled around the column of her neck as his hips slammed against hers was usually reserved for whores, concubines, and slaves. Ida was also the type of woman that enjoyed seeing those sides. As she was dragged upright her eyes opened to stare at the ceiling and her hand worked harder on herself. The last few thrusts into her made her shudder, her hips jerked back against him and the muscles of her pussy clenched tight as if not wanting to release him.

"M-M'Lord..." Ida managed a whisper finally as she knelt there, sheathing his cock. Her tongue wet her lips before she cleared her throat, "I'd like to talk...about something, please." Her juices coated him thickly enough that he might feel some dribble down.

***

The cook's face twisted with an old man's pride as Seth helped him along, but he relinquished the bottle without protest. "I could have," He admitted, "But nobody in this castle can cook worth a damn, I'm still looking for someone to take my place so I can retire."
 
He sighed as she clung to him. Slipping a hand over her belly, he rolled them onto their sides while remaining sheathed deep in her, still throbbing while he enjoyed the afterglow of sex. His eyes focused to attention as she spoke, "What is it now? You aren't going to be asking for hush money are you?" He chuckled, of course not. Why would she? His hips moved in a slow circle as his semi-turgid member remained within her.

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"We'll have to see to about that and perhaps your retirement. Since you have served the house for a good many years, I can recommend that they gift you an amount of money for you to help." His lips curved up ever so slightly. Once they were out of the cellar, he made sure to lock the door and bade the old man farewell. They would meet again later if he came down to inspect the dishes again and perhaps find Ida.

That girl was getting out of hand as the years went by.
 
Ida's smaller hand covered his as they laid down together and she arched her back in a way that left him pressed up the full crescent of her ass. "Mm...no, not money." She murmured to him. Her hips moved in tandem with his. "I'm not completely sure yet, but...M'Lord, I think I might be pregnant." Her voice dropped to a whisper, "I haven't told anyone, I won't tell anyone. She drew her lower lip into her mouth anxiously, never before had she told her Lord anything quite so serious. "You know I won't..."

***

"I do appreciate it." The cook let out a loud, grateful sigh. "M'Lord is here all too infrequently with this war going on and M'Lady has the child to tend to, I don't want to bother her with an old man's problems." As their ways parted he'd begin to prepare dinner. The mean for the family, of course, was different from the meals for both the child and the servants, though the servants hardly ate gruel.
 
Tristan remained silent as she broke the news to him. This silence only continued to build as though he had not heard her. But inside, he felt as though he was doused with a bucket of ice cold water. This went on for a full minute as the nobleman considered how to respond. "And..? What do you have planned, if any yet?" His hand moved, stroking her, though slightly more robotic now with his touches as his mind jumped from solution to solution on how to best remedy this situation.
 
The silence was deafening for Ida, but she didn't seek to fill it. Instead she waited for her Lord to process her words and work through the solutions. Her eyes lowered to the bed. She hadn't been certain how he would respond, but she knew she needed to tell him. It wasn't until he spoke that she broke her own silence. "I have no plans as of yet, M'Lord. I had hoped to speak to you first. I... I wish to stay on as your maid if you let me. Perhaps I could say an ex-employee is the father? A few have left during your absence to return to their families."
 
"That's good. I'm glad that you have decided to do so as it will make things easier for the both of us. Now," Tristan cupped her rear, "Yes, it would be best not to implicate me as you know it will cause problems. However, I assume you will be taking care of the child instead of sending it to an orphanage to church?" He considered his words carefully. Yes, it was of utmost importance that this child was silenced before she could blab on about the one who seeded her womb.

He smiled reassuringly as his hands kneaded her flesh, "Don't you worry, I'll handle things but you'll need to keep quiet about it." A finger pressed against her rosebud, "Got it?"
 
Ida shuddered as his cupped her rear and whispered in his ear. Her master took the news better than she expected, it was as if a weight lifted off her shoulders. She smiled a bit at his question and nodded. "I'll take care of the child here...and nobody except us shall know the truth. I promise not to speak a word of it, even in confession."

His finger against her made a shiver run through her spine and one of her hands reached behind her to touch his cheek. "I promise, M'Lord...I only wish to continue on as we have." Her voice lowered into a whisper. "My bastard child won't be a bother."

Of course she had no way of knowing that just about every servant already knew about the two of them, but luckily none of them were brave enough to say anything.
 
Tristan remained silent, knowing what she said would be the opposite. She needed to be removed. "Of course," He reassured her one more time, his eyes closing as though in a semblance of rest when in actuality he was thinking how to best remove her quietly. Seth would have to learn of this, the butler would be trusted to know to keep his mouth shut.

He remained there for a minute longer before sliding away to get dressed. "You aren't causing trouble for the other members of staff are you?" He inquired as he buttoned his shirt up.
 
The breath that left her was relieved as Tristan withdrew and she turned to him. "Of course not, M'Lord." Her smile spread wide before she crawled off the bed and began to redress herself. "I set an example for the other maids, it's important to always represent my Lord and Master in the best of ways and tend to his every need." There was a moment of hesitation after she pulled her dress on and turned so she could watch herself in the mirror as she buttoned up the back of her dress.

The way she stretched made her bump noticeable, she had waited until she was certain to tell him. "Shall I go assist with preparations for dinner if nothing else is required of me?"
 
"Only some are allowed to do so." He reminded her. In fact she was the only maid which had spread herself for him, the others, some her age, were wise enough to be more prudent. "Just make sure to check your dress before you leave for work, don't overwork yourself," He dusted himself and checking his bearings once more before exiting the room cautiously. Thankfully the surrounding hallway was free from prying eyes and he left, in search for the butler.

Seth left the presence of the other servants when it became clear that Tristan was looking to speak to him in private. "Is there anything I can help you with milord?"

For a moment Tristan doubted if he should do this, but replied, "It's about the girl, Ida. I need her to retire."

His face was indifferent, save for a single raised brow. "Any particular reason for this?"

"No particular reason. I just need her to be sent away, quietly too."

"I see. Then it will be done within the week if not a few days. Will she be paid for her termination?"

Tristan shook his head, "No, she will not. Send her on her way, and that will be all. She will be in the kitchen, and I expect you to keep her quiet about this whole thing until she is gone."
 
Ida smiled at Tristan as he left her chambers. She felt safe after having told him her secret. While her child might never know who the father was, she knew that the security of the manor would afford her security to raise the child in ways that being outside in the world as a single mother would not give her.

After she dressed she went to the kitchen and began to help the cook. The old man knew all too well the scent she entered the room and spoke to him and he quietly reminded her to wash her hands before working. She was none the wiser. The thought that her Lord could have betrayed the trust she put in him didn't occur to her as she worked.

***

As time for dinner drew near, Sophia woke Thiphania. She dressed her before bringing her down the stairs, the young child insisting on hopping down every step. This brought a smile to Sophia's face as she watched her.
 
Dinner followed a certain pattern, he had noticed. Everytime he had returned home, the main course would always include some form of steak while the appetizers were varied up, usually soups and bread bowls, with a serving of salad. Not that he complained. It certainly did remind him of home, away from the troubles which would soon summon him away. He had bathed and rested a short bit before proceeding to have dinner in a dining room which overlooked the garden below.

He waited, a book in hand as he leafed through the pages not particularly dedicated to reading each word but rather getting the gist of the passages. No longer did he yearn for knowledge, much less to be taught things. He knew enough. As for the girl, she will be removed and any traces of their relationship, Seth would see to it, personally he had hoped.
 
The servants set the table as Sophia finally arrived with the young one, Thiphania cheered out a happy, "Daddy!" Before she sought to climb into his lap for the usual hug. Sophia leaned down to kiss her husband, unaware of the sideways look Ida gave them. Dinner grew closer, the servants already beginning to bring out the appetizers. It was only then than Thiphania slid from his lap and they took their seats, the child sitting next to her mother.

"Duke Allerton sends his regards, dear. He's hoping to see you on your next return, to discuss a business proposal. I believe Seth put the letter on your desk in the study."
 
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