Module:RPG/A Knight and a Maid.json

[   {        "posts": [ {               "content": "Maid Melyssa Would be cleaning the place up dutifully, clad in her usual, classic maid outfit. Not brooming herself, but instead, standing and focusing on the enchanted brooms that\u0026apos;d sweep up the place more efficiently than a whole group of servants.\n", "date": "2018-05-16T20:04:24.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1526493864, "user": "Maid Melyssa" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond just arrived to the castle, not really knowing what to expect. He was a frequent visitor of it, so he knew the place, for the most part. But he certainly did not expect to see an actual maid doing maid things in this castle that he assumed was dead all along.\n", "date": "2018-05-16T20:09:27.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1526494167, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Maid Melyssa looked at the arriving man, turning and making a small bow. \u0026quot;Greetings, I am Melyssa, the new head maid. Are you looking for someone, sir?\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2018-05-16T20:11:50.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1526494310, "user": "Maid Melyssa" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond shaked his head immediately. \u0026quot;No, not at all. I happen to personally know the owner and properitor of this most peculiar institution, but no, I am not looking for him at the moment. By the way, when did he hire such a beautiful maid?\u0026quot; he asked the question.\n", "date": "2018-05-16T20:12:44.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1526494364, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Maid Melyssa\u0026apos;s piercing blue eyes would be fix on him with coldness, not out of any wrong feeling towards the man, but simply because that was her usual mood in any case. \u0026quot;I appreciate the compliment. Recently. Two days ago to be exact.\u0026quot; Looking around, with one look the brooms stop, and withdraw themselves as clones, dissappearing into a single one that lays by the staircase.\n", "date": "2018-05-16T20:15:04.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1526494504, "user": "Maid Melyssa" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond tilts his head in an arbitrary horizontal direction, then asks again. \u0026quot;Really? Did he now? Well, that sure is a surprise, milady... I remember a time when this castle was a tavern, and it was full of barmaids... Oh, a looong time ago. Now the castle has become a place I can hardly find my way in. Speaking of which... Am I being indiscrete by asking how did you find your way to getting hired by Aetharis? Just curious.\u0026quot; he stated, having a much more blas\u0026#xE9;, easygoing attitude than her, taking one hand up to his hair.\n", "date": "2018-05-16T20:19:29.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1526494769, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Maid Melyssa His comment does catch her attention more, and her expression softens a bit. \u0026quot;That is interesting. Tho I can handle the cleaning work by myself and rather prefer it that way, help in other affairs would be... well, helpful. Barmaids especially, as it\u0026apos;s far off from what I specialize.\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003EAt his question, she hesitates for a moment, but sees no point in omitting a clear, direct answer. \u0026quot;Master Aetharis saw that I was a able maid, and was positive on my skills in sexual intercourse as well.\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003E\n", "date": "2018-05-16T20:26:19.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1526495179, "user": "Maid Melyssa" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond raises his eyebrows on the mention of sexual intercourse almost immediately. \u0026quot;Sexual intercourse? Oh my, oh my... I didn\u0026apos;t know that he still expected that kind of service from his maids. You know, when I first came here, and the castle was still a tavern... He kept two kind of maids, essentially. Ones he branded with a collar, and ones he didn\u0026apos;t. The earlier belonged to him and only him, and were killed when trying to escape - not that they could anyway, since the collar brainwashed them. The latter on the other hand... they were barmaids AND prostitutes at the same time. I remember it, as I have made use of their services.\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003EHe explained to her. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;ve been here that long enough, I can tell a lot of stories about Aetharis and this castle of his.\u0026quot;\n", "date": "2018-05-16T20:28:50.000+02:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1526495330, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Maid Melyssa The route of the talk displeased Melyssa, but she didn\u0026apos;t show it much in her neutral expression, instead saying only. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m not keen of that fact, but my contract does require me to provide such a service as well. As I said tho, it\u0026apos;s not what I specialize in. At all.\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003ETruthfully, Melyssa was more keen to female ministrations than male ones, or at least, she rathered more \u0026quot;princely\u0026quot;, graceful males as well, and not those that she\u0026apos;d deem brutes. Then again, she wasn\u0026apos;t that lustful of a person in any case either.\u003Cbr\u003ETo his later comment, she smirks a bit. \u0026quot;Oh, I believe I passed on the wrong idea, I\u0026apos;m not really a curious person, it was a more practical concern, as tho if master Aetharis would be able to find more servants to work around here. The past is in the past, after all.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-05-16T20:34:44.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526495684,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond made a slightly confused expression and tilted his head again. ~ Another beautiful girl, caught straight in the paws of Aetharis... please let her NOT become another Nerida... ~ he thought to himself, only to snap out of it a few moments later. So he pretended to go along with nodding to all that she said. \u0026quot;Oh, don\u0026apos;t get the wrong idea. I wasn\u0026apos;t assuming or asking if you... I assumed that ever since he upgraded the tavern to a castle, the contracts only apply to himself.\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003EGreat work, paladin. You just dug your own grave by trying to avoid the accusation.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Ah yes, curiousity killed the cat. If I told you all I witnessed during my much longer stay here.... oh, that story would probably keep you up all night.\u0026quot; he teased her like that. \u0026quot;As for Aetharis finding more servants... I\u0026apos;m not so sure. I don\u0026apos;t even know what happened to the old ones. I never heard of any of them deciding to terminate their contracts with Aetharis. They just.... disappeared. Perhaps one day, the same shall happen to you?\u0026quot; intentionally trying to scare her with a somewhat exaggerated, but otherwise unfortunately very true story. He did not know where did Nerida, Naerie, Eira, Sankaku and all the others disappear to. They just vaporized out of existence - from his point of view, at least. They probably silently slipped out while Aetharis was having his more neglectful days.\n",               "date": "2018-05-16T20:40:36.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526496036,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa The change of direction took her by surprise - truly, she was expecting him to crassly push on about her official work as a prostitute, and purchasing a lay with her. She was pleased it didn\u0026apos;t go there, even tho she would have easily perform whatever was asked. \u0026quot;Well, I have no collar in my neck, as you can see. I\u0026apos;ve not discussed deeply with the master about this. In any case, I\u0026apos;m here to serve, but do prefer to simply being a maid, as I\u0026apos;ve always been since a kid.\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003EWhile interested, none of his attempts to spook her really hit home, or at all. Instead, she looked skeptically at him - she had her own reasons to. Hesitating for a moment wheter it was proper or not, useful or not to share something about herself too, she decided to go along with it - after all, part of why she\u0026apos;d taken this job here was to feel able to speak out without shame of what had happened - it had looked to her like a place where she wouldn\u0026apos;t be judged, simply.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Did master Aetharis tortured and bleed out to death his unwanted maids or innocent visitors, to bathe in their blood in hopes of mantaining eternal youth trough black magic? My former mistress did. So I don\u0026apos;t really feel much issues as to the existance of some dark mysteries in the master\u0026apos;s or the castle\u0026apos;s past.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-05-16T20:48:56.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526496536,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond actually was willing to pay for her for \u0026apos;those kinds of services\u0026apos;, but decided not to - for now, at least. Maybe later. Maybe when he gets to know her a little bit better.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;No, he did no such thing. He may have raped and brainwashed some of his maids, but he never tortured or otherwise physically harmed any of them. At least not as far as I could tell.\u0026quot; he answered with full honesty. \u0026quot;Yes, Aetharis does have a skill in black magic, but not that kind of black magic. His works seem more focused on... I don\u0026apos;t know. Setting traps, setting barriers, rather than altering one\u0026apos;s body.\u0026quot; he tried to explain. \u0026quot;The castle has no dark past. The tavern used to have a secret chamber no one else could get into... but I don\u0026apos;t know if it still exists in this castle... \u0026quot; he continued. \u0026quot;Either way.... I am still curious about the extent of the contract.\u0026quot; he snapped the rope. He cut the string. He said it out loud. \u0026quot;But before making any quick decisions, I would prefer to wine and dine you - I need to drink to the memories of those old lost friends to begin with, the ones I used to frequent the tavern with. Oh, that would be a perfect opportunity to tell many stories to you...\u0026quot; ... how chivalrous. Before paying for the opportunity to sleep with the maid, he would like to wine and dine her. How pseudo-romantic and pseudo-chivalrous. It almost looks like he is looking for an outlet to tell his stories to - his less than believable stories.\n",               "date": "2018-05-16T20:57:19.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526497039,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa She looked at him, taking in every detail he shared, noting it down in her mind as she did found useful to know more about this place and her master. Again not for mere curiosity, but because it could provide hints on how to better work, as well as how to make her work better.\u003Cbr\u003EAs he mentions the contract, and then the wine and dine, some confusion takes over her mind. With a small sigh, she says.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I fear that I am not understanding what exactly you want at this point, sir. Forgive me but I am a rather direct person, and often can\u0026apos;t take innuendos or read between the lines. Do you wish to purchase my time to share dinner with you and then pleasure you as a woman? Or do you simply want to take my time to tell me of such stories? Either way is fine with me. I am but a servant, nothing more.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-05-16T21:15:27.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526498127,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond had to sigh at the fact that she did not understand his innuendo. \u0026quot;I would like both, actually.... first dine and wine you and tell you my stories, then, make use of those peculiar services of yours.\u0026quot; he was making it sound like it was his obligation to make her - the one from whom he is buying the service - comfortable with providing him the service. He was a fool who did not realize that he was buying a service that was being sold. He could have easily just solicited her and pushed a sack of gold into her hands.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Pardon me, even if it\u0026apos;s a paid service, I feel obliged to make a lady comfortable, and properly compensate her for any such services, especially if she is not exactly comfortable with providing them.... So I will be paying in advance.\u0026quot; he said, taking out a small sack that contained gold and gems. He was about to hand it over to Melyssa. In truth, it was probably just him trying to make himself feel less guilty about soliciting Melyssa, as he could somehow feel or sense that she was not exactly comfortable with it. Or it was just a delusion of his.\n",               "date": "2018-05-16T21:20:12.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526498412,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa She looked to him and realized the obvious discomfort and contradiction in the man. She realized then that she was the one that had just been blunt and impolite, in not having realized that while needing to have his desires satisfied, the man before him was far from a savage that\u0026apos;d just as easily pay up and take what he wanted, and instead had a way, a protocol to reach that stage in a far more enjoyable path.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I, am ashamed.\u0026quot; Melyssa bowed. \u0026quot;Forgive me, I have made you uncomfortable, it is I who have given you a wrong impression of the situation. I apologize sincerely.\u0026quot; Leaning back up. \u0026quot;I would be glad to dine with you and hear out your tales of this place and the people that stood here before me.\u0026quot; For the first time, smiling, even if it\u0026apos;s a quite small, subtle smile.\n",               "date": "2018-05-16T21:29:46.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526498986,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa Not taking the coin yet, naturally, feeling it would not be proper to. In any case, she\u0026apos;d relay it all to Aetheris without even counting it, given she believed the man when he said he was a friend of the master, and thus, trustworthy.\n",               "date": "2018-05-16T21:31:17.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526499077,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond smiled at Melyssa, \u0026quot;Thank you, I really appreciate it. I shall be looking forward for it, any time it feels comfortable for you.\u0026quot; he said, still trying to make her comfortable with the idea. In truth, he was looking more for affection than simple carnal desires, but she did not need to know that. \u0026quot;Now, with that being said, I assume you have a bit of work to do. Why don\u0026apos;t we stop by at the dining hall by the time you feel comfortable with the whole ordeal, and discuss the matters in more detail?\u0026quot; he asked Melyssa, still looking at her, smiling.\u003Cbr\u003EThat is, unless she ais already free to follow him. \u0026quot;By the way, do not feel wronged at all to take the money. It is my protocol to always pay in advance for something I am about to buy, be it an object or a favor. I prefer to have a more optimistic approach with the assumption that I won\u0026apos;t be disappointed.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-05-16T21:36:01.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526499361,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa nodded. \u0026quot;Truthfully I have. It is a vast place after all. Without wanting to sound lazy or anything, I\u0026apos;d rather any secret chambers lying around remain secret, or I\u0026apos;d have even more rooms to concern myself with cleaning...\u0026quot; She attempted to joke, letting out the shadow of a giggle, and then bowing. \u0026quot;I shall meet you in the dining hall later then.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-05-16T21:49:21.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526500161,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond nodded to Melyssa, and smiled. \u0026quot;Very well then. Fare thee well in that case, we shall meet later.\u0026quot; he bowed to her, and even made an attempt to kiss her hand, if she allowed it, tipping his nonexistent hat, and then smiling.\n",               "date": "2018-05-16T21:52:39.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526500359,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa She allowed it, naturally, and it intrigued her even more. Maid and harlot by contract - she really wouldn\u0026apos;t expect a visitor, especially one that seemed distinctly to be of noble brand, to treat her in such a way, to woo her as if she were a damsel and not a servant.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EWork would take her focus to what she did best, but to her surprise, she\u0026apos;d find herself thinking back to the meeting and forward to the dinner rather often. Naturally, she tried to keep her expectations low. It was still a task to her. And even if it turned out pleasurable, odds are these would be a very rare type of encounter when working as a wench.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EFinished with the cleaning - doing the later rooms by hand, as her humble magical skills would get close to depletion by then -, Melyssa took a long bath, making sure to add in some salts and perfumes, something she not often did and wouldn\u0026apos;t usually do for anyone either. Much to her surprise as well, she wasn\u0026apos;t going into this with a mere perspective of an unwanted chore anymore - she wanted to do it properly, and to the best of her abilities.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EClad in one of the few gowns that wasn\u0026apos;t her standart worksuit - a dark gothic lolita dress that was quite fashionable amongst the noblety, altho the fabric was simple and there was no jewels or precious metals added anywhere as it was the standart for the noble (she wasn\u0026apos;t a part of such a cast anyways, so even if she had money for such extravagancies, she\u0026apos;d not use them in the risk of offending anyone who\u0026apos;d not want to see a plebeian wearing jewels around). Making her way to the dining hall ten minutes before the combined time, waiting for the man to appear punctually.\n",               "date": "2018-05-16T22:08:19.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526501299,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond, truth to be hold, was not a noble but a commoner. But being a paladin meant, that he was educated like one, educated in the same etiquette - always respect the woman, always treat her with respect, make her comfortable, defend her. This is why he treated her like that.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EFor him, preparations were simple - just get dressed in a nice, but comfortable set of clothing. Just a loose-fitting shirt with golden and silver laces and one colour. Simple, comfortable, yet still radiates the tappings of nobility. Augmented by a bit of golden and silver jewelry, but nothing obnoxiously flashy and blingy - a necklace, a torc, a belt, and the linings at the clothes, he was already waiting for Melyssa - or rather, they arrived a rather close time, both before the pre-arranged time.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;There you are, sweetheart. I believe the wine and dine is already prepared for us. Your master is an excellent cook, you know. By the way, you look gorgeous in that dress.\u0026quot; he made the remark, then kissed Melyssa\u0026apos;s hand. \u0026quot;Let\u0026apos;s go.\u0026quot; he said, taking Melyssa\u0026apos;s hand. Not forcefully, but rather lightly, trying to take her to the two chairs prepared just for them. \u0026quot;It\u0026apos;s only us, there is no need to be ashamed and fraid.\u0026quot; he tried to reasure her.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003ETheir drink was red wine, their food was one of those weird specialities that can only come out of Aetharis\u0026apos;s head - chicken with apricots, pepper and onions deep-fried in butter, coated in a garnish he can\u0026apos;t recognize, dipped in grinded dried acorn-bread before the frying. Exquisite, unorthodox and unusual, but most likely very delicious.\n",               "date": "2018-05-16T22:17:10.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526501830,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa It\u0026apos;d be another point towards Melyssa enjoying his company that he wasn\u0026apos;t just punctual, he was ahead of time by the same ammount as hers. Naturally, she took in every detail of how he\u0026apos;d dressed, while not having him expected to prepare as much. It was light and pleasant, and fitted what the portray of his personality she was painting, stroke by stroke.\u003Cbr\u003EQuite evidently tho, it contrasted with her looks. Dark, heavy-looking, while still graceful, the aura of order and sternness I emanated when clad in my maid outfit was still there now, altho dwindled as even my attitude was by now less formal - truly, he\u0026apos;d made her feel comfortable by now.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EOn the other hand, discovering that Aetheris had made the meal surprised her, and concerned her.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Master Aetheris cooked this for us? I... I can\u0026apos;t possibly dine as this, sir Stephanus.\u0026quot; Her concern genuine, felt in her voice. \u0026quot;A master cooking for a mere servant is unacceptable. Even if the intention is nice, I am unworthy, it goes against everything I was taught...\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-05-16T22:33:24.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526502804,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond smiled at Melyssa - \u0026quot;Do not concern thyself with it. Aetharis often cooked for all the patrons when the castle was still a tavern. And the maids were also counted as patrons.\u0026quot; he said. What he ommited however, was that when said patrons were female, there was a high chance of them getting raped by Aetharis, or that he would attempt to seduce them.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Your master is a man of many dimensions, beautiful one. He is, probably the most complex personality I have ever seen... He has a dark side and light side. I have told you about his dark side before... now you have witnessed his light side.\u0026quot; he told Melyssa. \u0026quot;In either case, let\u0026apos;s drink to us!\u0026quot; he said, smiling at Melyssa, taking a glass and waiting for her to get their glasses together to say their cheers.\u003Cbr\u003EHe is considering just what stories should he tell Melyssa. Should he tell her about Nerida Talori and how she was treated by Aetharis. Should he tell her about Eira. Or should he tell her about the time he widowed himself in self-defense? None of them sounded like stories one should tell to a woman he intends to woo. \u0026quot;Off course, as much as the food he prepared is gorgeously delicious - but not as gorgeous as you are, sweetheart - some of the stories I will tell will involve revealing his dark side more, no matter how it hurts.\u0026quot; he said, waiting for Melyssa to begin eating. Even if she felt unworthy. \u0026quot;If you can\u0026apos;t bring yourself to eat food preapred by your master, think of it as payment. Extra payment. And even if it\u0026apos;s difficult... this is a time for you and me to enjoy a meal.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-05-16T22:40:54.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526503254,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa I look at you distrustful - not for doubting your kind feelings behind it, but for doubting if I really should take in such arguments to break my work ethic, or if that could be considered a flaw in me. Sighing. \u0026quot;Very well. If anyone asks, I shall say that it was to please you that I\u0026apos;ve agreed to this. Still, this feels wrong...\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003ETruthfully, it helps my acceptance that the food truly is delicious. I\u0026apos;m not used to eating more than leftovers or more quickly cooked meals. I\u0026apos;m a good cook, for sure, but never really cook for myself or my tastes. So every bite is a treat, and the fact that the wine is by far the best I\u0026apos;ve ever had - not that I drink much at all, seldom do -, only adds to that. In fact, for someone used to such fancy meals, my reactions to every new taste are visible, even if I try to seem neutral and don\u0026apos;t comment on it, asside a very modest \u0026quot;Master Aetheris certainly is a skilled cook...\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EOblivious to the numerous stories the man could share, on that Melyssa only commented. \u0026quot;Anything you wish to share, I\u0026apos;ll be glad to hear. And worry not, as I\u0026apos;ve told you, I\u0026apos;ve seen a lot of darkness quite up close, I\u0026apos;m not easily impressed or offended at all.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-05-16T22:48:48.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526503728,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa She looks at him distrustful - not for doubting the kind feelings behind it, but for doubting if she really should take in such arguments to break her work ethic, or if that could be considered a flaw in her too. Sighing. \u0026quot;Very well. If anyone asks, I shall say that it was to please you that I\u0026apos;ve agreed to this. Still, this feels wrong...\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003ETruthfully, it helps to her acceptance that the food truly is delicious. She\u0026apos;s not used to eating more than leftovers or more quickly cooked meals. While being a good cook for sure, she never really cooks for herself or her tastes. So every bite is a treat, and the fact that the wine is by far the best she\u0026apos;s ever had - not that she drinks much at all, seldom does -, only adds to that. In fact, for someone used to such fancy meals, her reactions to every new taste are visible, even if she tries to seem neutral and doesn\u0026apos;t comment on it, asside a very modest \u0026quot;Master Aetheris certainly is a skilled cook...\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EOblivious to the numerous stories the man could share, on that Melyssa only commented. \u0026quot;Anything you wish to share, I\u0026apos;ll be glad to hear. And worry not, as I\u0026apos;ve told you, I\u0026apos;ve seen a lot of darkness quite up close, I\u0026apos;m not easily impressed or offended at all.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-05-16T22:52:56.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526503976,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond used the knife and fork to grab a bit - or rather, a literal bite\u0026apos;s worth - of the chicken, putting it into his mouth, like an aristocrat would, despite the fact that he has commoner origins. \u0026quot;Well then... I shall start with the darkest one.\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;There was a blond woman in the tavern once... her name was Nerida Talori. By the time I arrived, she was already enslaved. She had a lover named Kestrel or something, some rogue type of fellow... Nerida was enslaved and raped by Aetharis, and he put the collar onto her neck. Yet somehow, she and Kestrel escaped. I remained a regular of this tavern, and haven\u0026apos;t heard of those two in a while... then, after a lot of things have happened - I will ellaborate on them later - Nerida reappeared. She lost all of her memories of this tavern, Aetheris, and even me. But somehow, Aetharis made her remember, and re-enslaved her, impregnated her. Kestrel did not appear again, as I\u0026apos;ve heard Aetharis killed him. Nerida even gave birth to Aetharis\u0026apos;s child, but then one day, Nerida disappeared. Without any trace at all. And that was during the time Aetharis neglected this castle.\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EAnd this was just the first story. Then he kept eating the chicken and downed it with wine.\n",               "date": "2018-05-16T22:54:02.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526504042,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa As much as the amazing food was a distraction, Melyssa still kept keen ears and usually paused to look at him while he spoke. \u0026quot;That is grim. Tho, if it is the darkest one, I\u0026apos;m confident that I can hear it all quite well.\u0026quot; Realizing she could be sounding a bit smug, she was quick, almost clumsy to retract. \u0026quot;Not that I mean to donwnplay such a story tho. Love, death, possession. It is an interesting tragedy, and does show master Aetharis on a darker light. I meant just that it doesn\u0026apos;t contrast to the view I have of this world at all. It fits in well with all that I\u0026apos;ve witnessed myself.\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\n",               "date": "2018-05-16T22:58:34.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526504314,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond nodded. \u0026quot;I think this is the darkest.... unless you consider casual talks about self-widowing to be less dark than what you just heard.\u0026quot; he said, first taking a bit of the meat, downing it with wine, before continuing with the story. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;After Nerida\u0026apos;s first disappearence, I would casually hang out at the tavern. My pasttimes mostly involved flirting with female patrons, drinking, eating, sleeping... and I guess going out. One day, we got company. A fox-lady named Naerie became one of the new maids, and along with her came a woman name Mery Lenaii, one with a human face, but animal, chimera legs... I don\u0026apos;t know what were her origins, but I think we are best not knowing, as it may be an even more grim story than the story of Nerida.\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EThen he continued.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Naerie was basically the only barmaid whose carnal services I made use of. Somehow, I ended up marrying Mary, probably out of boredom and joke. Then came several other people, such as a man named Byrce, a woman named Eira, another woman named... oh, I don\u0026apos;t even remember the redhead\u0026apos;s name, the one who had a dragon mother. But basically, they appeared. And oh boy, things got out of hand very qucikly... nothing as grim as the story of Nerida, but oh boy, I can\u0026apos;t tell that one with one breath...\u0026quot; he said, deciding to grab the wine and drink.\n",               "date": "2018-05-16T23:06:03.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526504763,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa looked at him, nodding. \u0026quot;It truly seems like this was a once very lively place. Even with the tragic undertones...\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003EOne thing he said caught her attention - about how he\u0026apos;d only take the services of one girl so far, and even more, one he ended up marrying. It thus seemed strange to Melyssa that he\u0026apos;d have thus chosen her for a new experience.\u003Cbr\u003EAlso realizing he was drinking a bit heavily now, Melyssa said with a small note of concern. \u0026quot;Maybe we shouldn\u0026apos;t dwell on painful memories so much, tho. Would there not have been happy stories, too around, here?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-05-16T23:13:47.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526505227,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond shaked his head. \u0026quot;Not so much. I can\u0026apos;t really think of a truly uplifting story from this place. But, what I started I must finish... even if it is a sad and tragic story, I must finish what I started.\u0026quot; he said, first taking a big bite of the chicken. Then another one. Then yet another one.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;As I was saying, they arrived. Things were lively, until Mary changed... She turned from her normal self into some kind of giant insect of a sort.... And we killed her in self-defense. Me, Byrce, and that red-headed dragon girl whose name I can\u0026apos;t even remember. Then Aetharis put the collar onto Eira, the frost-woman... but she eventually disappeared. I had a brief relationship with the dragon-girl, her mother, and even that barmaid... but all of them disappeared eventually, along with Byrce. Sometimes, new people would show up, like an Elven barmaid... But they would always quickly disappear. Oh right, and Nerida\u0026apos;s reappearence was before the dragon-girl and her friends disappeared. Nerida\u0026apos;s second disappearence? I don\u0026apos;t remember.\u0026quot; he said.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EThen he was careful only to drink a little, then eat some of the chicken. \u0026quot;And I think that is where the story ends. Oh, and... the tavern got upgraded to a castle between Nerida\u0026apos;s reappearence and her second appearence. If I recall correctly, she gave birth to Aetharis\u0026apos;s child after the tavern became a castle.\u0026quot; he said. \u0026quot;Mary\u0026apos;s death, the disappearence of Naerie, Byrce, Eira, the dragon-girl and all the others... those happened when this castle was still a tavern.\u0026quot; he finished. \u0026quot;I guess that is it for the story of my times in the tavern and the castle. Lord Aetharis still trying his best to make this place as lively as it used to be.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-05-16T23:20:55.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526505655,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa Nods, looking down to the food, eating too and being almost finishing it, as she didn\u0026apos;t really fill up her plate. Realizing she assumed too quickly that he hadn\u0026apos;t been with others, she knows it shouldn\u0026apos;t matter but is surprised to find herself slightly dissappointed. In a way, it turns out she really was just another one now. Not that she expected anything more, or rather, that she\u0026apos;d ever accept to have such expectations. In any case, she finishes her wine, and looks to him, waiting for him to finish up.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I gotta say, I wouldn\u0026apos;t take it this castle to be so recent tho. How many years have it been meanwhile?\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003E\n",               "date": "2018-05-16T23:27:39.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526506059,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond tilts his head in confusion. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m not sure. It is definitely not recent, but... it can\u0026apos;t be more than a year since the tavern has given way to the castle. Funny, isn\u0026apos;t it? By what I have told about the tavern and what happened there, it\u0026apos;s all tragedies, death, rape and sadness... yet I can\u0026apos;t help but feel nostalgic about it. There were people. There was partying and dancing. I guess all the tragedies I focused on were just short breaks from the happiness we all had.\u0026quot; he sighed, and ate more of the food, drank from the wine, finishing it up.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I am sorry I had to make you hear all the sad stories about all the blood that has been shed within the walls of this most peculiar institution. Not the best way to make a beautiful lady like yourself comfortable.\u0026quot; he said, looking at Melyssa. \u0026quot;But at least I prepared you for what might come in the future, if this castle becomes as lively as Aetharis has intended. Off course, I would prefer not to seek out such thrills again - if I am satisfied with your services, I would prefer to only come to you in the future.\u0026quot; he said it out of blue, even though he had absolutely no knowledge of her disappointment. But he was like this with Naerie before as well - just a prostitute he paid for sex, yet he still treated her as a girlfriend, or a lover, showering her with affection and one-sided loyalty. That is what he was planning for Melyssa too. But will she notice it in time?\n",               "date": "2018-05-16T23:35:01.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526506501,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa Finishing her wine, Melyssa blushed quite softly at his last comment, looking down. \u0026quot;I must warn you, I\u0026apos;m not very skilled at all, odds are I\u0026apos;ll fall short of any expectations. I\u0026apos;ve never worked in such ways before, nor ever had it as an often event otherwise either.\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003ENaturally, she\u0026apos;s guessing she was the one picked for the task because she\u0026apos;s the only one around really. She doesn\u0026apos;t consider herself to be a stunning beauty, while knowing she\u0026apos;s far from ugly; but in any case, she imagines any of these elves and fox-girls and chimera\u0026apos;s were far more visually interesting than a simple human girl as her. Still, she\u0026apos;s up to try and do her best.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;In any case, I\u0026apos;ll do all that I can, and hope I can please you in the least, master Stephanus.\u0026quot; Getting up with a decided look, and smiling softly. \u0026quot;Shall we go then? I have readied a room.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-05-16T23:47:50.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526507270,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond nodded to Melyssa, and all of the sudden smiled and cheered up. \u0026quot;Let\u0026apos;s go.\u0026quot; as if he was like a child who just got candy and heard the best news in his life. He did not answer to her sentences about pleasing him - he was already guessing that she can most definitely please him, and satisfy him. And so he took her hand and decided to follow her.\u003Cbr\u003EIn truth, her imagination was somewhat off. Perhaps only the fox-girl would be the one whom she can be jealous of. With the chimera, he never even consumated the sham marriage. With the elf, he only had one time, which wasn\u0026apos;t anything special. In truth, this paladin is looking more for affection than the carnal pleasures, and is more than likely to be more than satisfied with Melyssa\u0026apos;s performance, no matter what it may be. So he followed her to the room she planned out, smiling at Melyssa all the way.\n",               "date": "2018-05-16T23:52:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526507520,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa In her turn, Melyssa would still be surprisingly off point where it came to Stephanus\u0026apos;s intentions.\u003Cbr\u003EMelyssa didn\u0026apos;t know much affection trough her life. She was an orphan who was took off the streets and put to work in a castle, and from that chance, delved into the profession with heart and soul, caring for little else. What romantic experience she had had turned out too painful for her to discuss in depth - another servant to their wicked mistress, who ended up killing her in her psychopathic trail until the people uprose and hanged the cruel countess in public square. Melyssa herself was almost executed along, but ended up being spared as she had never really taken part of the crimes.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003ESo, what ran trough her mind was how to sexually please him best.\u003Cbr\u003EThe thought he might want to grow any feelings for her, or even share a moment of intimacy and fondleness asside mere animal lust, was alien to her. There was no way someone from the upper class (which she still assumed Stephanus was from) would look at her in any such way. Not that the meeting so far hadn\u0026apos;t clashed against some of her pre-conceptions, but still - she just didn\u0026apos;t feel like she could garner anyone\u0026apos;s love interest.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003ETaking him by hand, walking trough one of the long corridors, polished clean by her own work, she\u0026apos;d have chosen one of the rooms with a larger bed, and had organized it, prepared it for the consumation of the act with incenses and candles. Wanting to display her meager magical powers, with a wave of a hand all of the small flames lit up, and she turned to him and smiled. \u0026quot;This way please, sir Stephanus. I hope it is all to your liking.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-05-16T00:02:51.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526421771,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond looked back at Melyssa, clearly impressed at her skills, both at cleaning and magic, smiled back at her. \u0026quot;Yes, it is to my liking, and so are you.\u0026quot; he said, smiling, entering the room together with the maid. Having closed the door, he next accompanied her to the bed, signalling her that they should sit down at the bed first, and instead of undressing, begin with some foreplay of a sort. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EAccompanied by the smell and sight of incense and candles, he put his hand onto Melyssa\u0026apos;s head first, rubbing it with affection. He started with rubbing her head. Instead of letting her decide how to please him, he started by rubbing her head like a child, then kissing her nose, and finally kissing her lips softly, while still simultaneously rubbing her head with affection. That is, assuming she did not resist to any of these. Stephanus does not know what kind of sex did she have with Aetharis, but he was assuming that this kind of affectionate foreplay must have felt alien to her.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EAnd that is not to mention what followed next - instead of undressing her, he wanted to kiss her lips once again, then tongue-kiss her, licking her tongue and swirling it together with his. What was this? Is this what he was paying her for? If she didn\u0026apos;t put up resistance, than yes, this is what he was paying her for... so far. But if she gave into the kissing, eventually, one hand of his did find its way to her breasts to cup one of them, and rub.\n",               "date": "2018-05-16T00:09:31.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526422171,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa wasn\u0026apos;t oblivious enough to think that Stephanus would want to get into rutting her right away - all his actions showed that more likely he\u0026apos;d like some more romantic-leaning foreplay at first, so she wasn\u0026apos;t surprised at all when he started quite softly.\u003Cbr\u003EOn the other hand, it still surprised her the effect it had on her. She\u0026apos;d fluster, closing her eyes, and savour but his gentle touch on her hair. The kiss to the nose made her exhale a giggle, and then, as he locked his lips on her, she\u0026apos;d kiss back eagerly, passionately.\u003Cbr\u003EBy the time his hand cupped her breast, her nipples were hard under the fabric, just as, down bellow, she felt moist. She was aroused, much more than she thought she\u0026apos;d get from being with a \u0026apos;customer\u0026apos;. No, this patron clearly was more than this. There was something special to him, and certainly it seemed like he saw something special in her too. That warmed her cold heart a bit for once.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EStill practical-minded, tho, Melyssa took her hands to undo the laces of her corset and take it away, starting to slide the dress off after, if he\u0026apos;d let her, to soon make her breasts bare.\n",               "date": "2018-05-16T00:21:40.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526422900,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond did in fact let her, as he was focused mostly on kissing her. The one hand that was cupping her breasts would depart momentarily to let her undo the laces, while his other hand was still busy caressing her head, and he himself was busy kissing her as passionately as he could. The classical way of tongue-kissing seemed like the most obvious choice for them - he considered it the best sign of affection, and affection he was looking for. As a man in search of affection, he kept caressing her head, and felt guilt once she revealed her bare breasts - because after the kiss, another kiss, a different kiss has to be placed somewhere else, where it may be harder for him to keep rubbing her hair.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EAfter the long session of tongue-kissing, he turned his attention to her neck first, kissing it. Afterwards, it is down to her breasts, kissing her left nipple and beginning to suckle on that breast of hers, cupping the other one in his hand, rubbing it softly and gently. He seemed to have an attention to detail, deliberately trying to be as gentle as possible. Most likely the complete opposite of Aetharis.\n",               "date": "2018-05-16T00:27:52.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526423272,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa Whenever their lips met, Melyssa would kiss back eagerly, allowing herself to indulge in it\u0026apos;s simple, pure but oh so delightful pleasure, soon finishing to strip her upper body, shivering as his hands would touch her smooth skin and cup her breasts directly now, nipples quite hard to the touch. Panting out a soft, natural moan into the kisses, savouring the way he fondled her hair so gently too, she looked into his eyes lustfully as he started to make his way down, first onto her neck, her shoulder and clavicula, and finally her breasts...\u003Cbr\u003EMelyssa was honestly surprised. It had been so long since she\u0026apos;d partake in such a sheerly pleasurable moment. She didn\u0026apos;t thought much of pleasure, nor pursued it openly. She made way with what small satisfactions she could pile up in life, polish her pride as an honorable and skilled maid, and on rare spare time pick up a novel or a romance to have a go at the perspective of someone else, historical or fictional.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003ETo feel this good, with whom technically is a client purchasing her as a whore, is almost bad. But for once, she puts her moral judgements on hold and just savours it. It\u0026apos;s work in any case, and certainly being transparent on how good he\u0026apos;s making her feel will add to his pleasure too - thus making her better at her work.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003ETentatively taking a hand to caress his own hair, as he suckles on her nipples, she sighs, looking down and smiling softly. She wasn\u0026apos;t sure of how he wanted to do it next - if he\u0026apos;d keep the slow, sensual pace, or if it\u0026apos;d build up to a sudden, passionate twist of pace. Both were fine. Any were fine. Truthfully, she was happy at the moment.\n",               "date": "2018-05-18T21:10:02.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526670602,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond was very happy with Melyssa, and how she was treating him. He felt almost like he was having his sweet moments of pleasure with a woman he truly loved, cared for and cherished, rather than a prostitute whose services he purchased for money. He kept sucking her breasts, enjoying the sounds of her moans. The woman who previously glared at him, was now moaning as a result of him suckling her breasts, and cupping the one he wasn\u0026apos;t suckling at the moment. A truly paradoxial moment.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EAfter having suckled on her breasts for so long, he decided to kiss her neck again, and at the same time, remove - magically, if necessary - any of the remaining clothes he was wearing, as he was about to engage in something far more heavy-handed than what he was doing before. He tried to remove more of Melyssa\u0026apos;s clothing, kissing her neck and breasts at the same time, laying one last kiss on her lips before taking her arms and going for the act of pinning her down, so he can make her non-venomous snake enter her cave of wonders. It seemed like he was going for neither the slow and sensual palce, nor the sudden, passionate twist in pace, but a sort of intermezzo between the foreplay that involved kissing and breastplay, and the actual main course, which is going to involve the penetration of the most feminine part of her body, what makes her woman.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EOff course, at the same time, he also began to kiss her lips once again, in a truly romantic fashion. He did not say anything, but there were so many things he wanted to say. So many things, so many words left unspoken. But if she offered absolutely no resistance to it, then the deed happened, and the first penetration with it as well. Then the first pullout, and the first pushback.\n",               "date": "2018-05-18T21:19:48.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526671188,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa need not to be told to strip as he started doing so, instinctively stripping herself of her clothes, slipping out of the dress and tugging away her panties, while leaving the dark, silky stockings up above her knees, unless he\u0026apos;d say otherwise.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EShe knew what he wanted. To take her as a woman. To sheat himself inside her. And... she wanted it too. Looking to him with soft pants, her blue eyes gazing with intensity and lust, she spread her legs appart, revealing her pink, moist slit, with a small, perfectly trimmed patch of dark hair over her mound.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EWhen he took position, she leaned up, kissing him back, letting out a more accute, eager moan as she felt his tip slide over her lips, aligning to her cannal... and then, she tensed and moaned, as in one move all of his cock would push inside her tight cunt, her steaming wetness making it an easy slide despite it.\n",               "date": "2018-05-18T21:28:55.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526671735,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond closed his own azure-blue eyes as he kissed Melyssa while simultaneously penetrating her with his own instrument of reproduction. He too moaned, or rather, attempted to let out muffled moans, as he was once again letting his tongue dance with that of Melyssa. In and out, he went, or rather slided, as the wetness made it all the easier. He was enjoying himself very much. Much more than he did with anyone else before. In fact, this might be the first time he was genuinely enjoying it, not feeling any emptiness at the same time.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003ESo did he go in and out, with each motion feeling like a bomb of plesure to him. She was soft and wet, at both sides. The grinding of his skin against her soft, silk-like skin enhanced the experience even further. Her lips and tongue felt like the sweetest honey he has ever tasted, and his instrument of procreation was simply put full of initiative to repeat the motions and make this woman moan. He wanted to tell her that he loved her, even though they only met this day, and this was the first time they ever done something like this.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003ESo he went back and forth and continued to kiss her passionately.\n",               "date": "2018-05-18T21:35:01.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526672101,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa By now, Stephanus had already changed Melyssa\u0026apos;s perspective entirely on how sex with a man could be. In the places she worked since a young girl, men were inevitably brutes. Some were so without any attempt to veil their ways. Others hid it with finesse and hypocrisy, but unleashed their beasts so soon the doors were locked.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EAs a maid attending to nobles, she\u0026apos;d been raped many times by men, it was almost part of the job. After all, more than a job, being a maid ment being a possession. Part of that was why she\u0026apos;d taken in this contract as a maid and prostitute at the same time: deep down she knewed nothing changed much.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EIt\u0026apos;s why so far her pleasurable sexual encounters had been with females instead. Sure, Aetharis had made her reach orgasm with his, unusual biology... but for all the physical pleasure, none of it really could change her mindset that that was an inevitable displeasure she\u0026apos;d have to endure, deep down.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003ESo this was all too different, and Melyssa enjoyed that as she realized it. Kissing back with gusto, moaning more and more freely as he takes her, as he slides deep inside her again and again, building up his pace slowly but with such deep strokes.\n",               "date": "2018-05-18T21:43:57.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526672637,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond had absolutely no knowledge of Melyssa\u0026apos;s past. He had no idea that she was raped before, although he assumed it, knowing that Aetharis has had sex with her. He had no knowledge about all the brutes and noblemen who raped her. Or that she preferred women - if he knew, he might have had a lower opinion of her, at least at first... but that was his own cultural and religious bias. The very same bias that told him that women - unless they prefer the company of women over men - are ought to be respected, protected and cherished.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003ESo he slided in and out of her cave of wonders with his snake, and while continuing to lick her tongue with much romantic passion, yet at the same time being able to think about a few things... To think about this sudden flame of emotion he has towards Melyssa, and how he wants to be with her... despite the fact that they barely know each other, don\u0026apos;t know each other\u0026apos;s back-stories and backgrounds, and things like that. He is enjoying this act of pleasure with her, and in the heat of the moment, would even say yes to marrying her, if they had a ring - but they don\u0026apos;t.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EDeep down, he knew that he was paying a prostitute for a service, but he couldn\u0026apos;t help but to feel the flame of emotion light up his heart. He was just an ordinary human after all, with with a righteous indignation, and, despite some of his bigotry and cultural biases, a good heart, at the end of the day. He hit her walls over and over again, letting out his own muffled moans while the kiss went ongoing, and a hand slided towards one of her breasts. Her moans were encouraging him even more.\n",               "date": "2018-05-18T21:50:24.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526673024,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa felt how much this man wanted her at every moment, how it visibly thrilled him to be taking her as this. It puzzled her slightly - what could he have seen in her that was so pleasurable?\u003Cbr\u003EMaybe he was just lonely. Judging by his nostalgic stories, that was quite likely. Maybe she reminded him of someone precious of days past. Maybe he was just pent-up with lust and she made her type. She guessed she\u0026apos;d find out eventually, but now was a time of pleasure, and not mysteries.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003ESo much her pussy leaked, that his thrusts started to make loud, wet slapping sounds, as the sheetings under her bum started to get drenched. It felt a bit embarrassing, truly, but she pushed her thoughts away from that easily, kissing once more and shivering warmly at how his hand squeezed her tighter now, while his cock delved deep into her again and again; her feet lifted a bit, slightly kicking up in the air in motion as he\u0026apos;d lay over her.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;A-Ahhh...\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-05-18T21:59:24.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526673564,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond knew, that by this time, the peak was coming for both of them. The climax that is. From his experiences with women, he learned that women climax much later than men, and that he has to slow himself down somewhat to synchronise their climaxes. And at this point, that has gotten instinctive for him - temporarily slowing down as they approached the climax, only to speed up back again, and speed up even more, at an even higher rate, pushing further in, until it actually happened.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EHe was still passionately kissing her when it happened. His instrument that shoots the seeds of life eventually erupted, like a volcano, shooting out that semi-transparent, white, gooey, hot liquid-like consistency straight into her drenched cave of wonders, without any interruption, as he was not using any protection at all whatsoever. In the heat of the moment, he did not think about it at all. In fact, he jjust assumed that despite all this, she just wouldn\u0026apos;t get pregnant to begin with. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EAfter it happened, he temporarily broke the kiss on her mouth to kiss her neck, hug her tightly, and kiss her lips once again. Even if he had climaxed - and hoped that she did too - there was still room was a little bit of pleasure, some afterplay, rubbing, kissing, and being affectionate towards each other.\n",               "date": "2018-05-18T22:04:25.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526673865,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa Truly, slowly, it build. Embracing him and pulling herself up, cheek to cheek, she arched her back and cried out, eyes closed.\u003Cbr\u003EThat explosive sensation, that wave of pleasure that formed and crashed within her being, energizing as if every cell in her body, emanating fromher melting hot insides, tensed and clenched around his maleness, jolting up her spine and to every corner of Melyssa there was, her fingers digging nails against his back softly, while her toes curled up with all the strength she had in them.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;S-Stephanus...\u0026quot; She gasped his name as he poured his seed inside her. She wouldn\u0026apos;t get pregnant, as she\u0026apos;d prepare a simple spell against the possibility, but something told her that if that failed for some reason, he\u0026apos;d do her right and be by her side, name their child to his family name, even if (as she still assumed) he was a nobleman. He seemed like that sort of honourable, good man.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EThe orgasm lingers on for her trough minutes, to the point she knows not if it\u0026apos;s the same one still or if the slow pumping of him into her sperm-filled cunny just triggered new peaks, new aftershocks of that powerful earthquake. As it does come to subside, she feels as happy as she feels spent, lying back, panting hard and looking to him. A bit sweaty as their hot bodies entwine into one another, with her loose hair a bit messier, she doesn\u0026apos;t look like that proper, stern maid that coldly first greeted him, just earlier the same day.\n",               "date": "2018-05-18T22:15:40.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526674540,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond gasped Melyssa\u0026apos;s name right back at her.... \u0026quot;M-Melyssa...\u0026quot; and indeed, she was half-right - as a man of honour, he would strand right beside her, put a ring onto her finger, help to raise their child... but he wasn\u0026apos;t a nobleman. Yes, he acted like one, because he was raised in a similar environment. Oh, the irony of fate - born to homeless bums, adopted by an order of religious warriors, and raised amongst noble boys, growing up to act just like them. His way of talking, his mannerisms, his honour-codes, all of them screaming of the nonexistant aristocracy she attributed to him.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EHe finally pulls out of her and rollsright next to her. facing her face, kissing her lips, placing his hand onto her cheek and rubbing. \u0026quot;I... I don\u0026apos;t know how to explain it, but... I have strong feelings for you. I can\u0026apos;t explain.\u0026quot; he said, and kissed her lips once again, while their hot bodies were effectively stacked next to each other on the bed. He did not want to say the chlich\u0026#xE9;\u0026apos;d sentence of \u0026apos;I love you\u0026apos;, as he was already educated on the differences between love and infatuation. In fact, one of those other women he had a romantic encounter with criticized him for treating love like a game of rescuing stray kittens, feeling obliged to love back the women who claim to lvoe him, out of duty rather than true love. The difference was that this time, he initiated all of that, he was the one who started to feel for her, and he was the one who subconsciously already made up his mind that as a man of honour, he will stand beside her.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;You are a perfection, Melyssa...\u0026quot; he complemented her, while rubbing her cheek.\n",               "date": "2018-05-18T22:22:08.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526674928,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa looked at him, smiling softly for a moment. The tingling afterglow, the warmth, and his gentle eyes, looking to her with such care that one could think she bewitched the paladin somehow.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003ENone of it was her intention, tho. And suddenly, as the heat dissipated, she started to realize it. She\u0026apos;d done wrong in let him think so highly of her. She wasn\u0026apos;t. She knew she wasn\u0026apos;t.\u003Cbr\u003EAnd for once, it hurt her. Softly, but certainly, she felt as if she was on the wrong, as if she was sinning. She needed to remind him of what she was, of what basic, plebeian being she was. But it hurt to feel the need to wash away such a cherished image he seemed to be constructing of her. Her eyes looked away. There was only one thing she could say.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I... believe the price was five golden coins.\u0026quot; And with that, she just looked down, unable to look him in the eyes again. She was a harlot. Nothing more. It\u0026apos;d only hurt to pretend anything else.\n",               "date": "2018-05-18T22:31:19.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526675479,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond got up to look at Melyssa. \u0026quot;Melyssa, wait!\u0026quot; he said, touching her at her shoulder, and sighed. \u0026quot;Melyssa, I will pay you double that, but hear me out, I...\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I am serious. I know, I can\u0026apos;t stop you, because of your contracts, but.... I do care for you, and want you to be happy. I will stand by your side whenever you need me....\u0026quot; he tried to get Melyssa\u0026apos;s attention again. She apparently couldn\u0026apos;t look him in the eyes again - but he wanted her to look him in the eyes. \u0026quot;I want to be with you...\u0026quot; he said it. He didn\u0026apos;t say the chlich\u0026#xE9;\u0026apos;d L-sentence, but he said something similar. Too bad that this wasn\u0026apos;t a romantic novel of any sorts, and he was already prophesizing that her response would be negative.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EAnd to think that she would return the strong, unidentifiable feelings he had for Melyssa. He wanted her to be happy, and not to consider herself a harlot, even if that is what she actually was. So if she was still on the bed, he tried his best to stick close to her and rub her head, no matter where she turned it, no matter how embarassed she was of showing her eyes to him. \u0026quot;Your eyes are so beautiful, Melyssa... it would be a real shame to see tears come out of it.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-05-18T22:38:16.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526675896,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa kept looking away, hearing him out. Truly, she had betwitched him, this couldn\u0026apos;t be... or perhaps, was this what they called \u0026quot;love at first sight\u0026quot;, on his end? On hers? She didn\u0026apos;t know. She didn\u0026apos;t know if she still knew what love meant. She loved someone once. One day she didn\u0026apos;t see her anymore and found out her lover\u0026apos;s bled out corpse had been fed to the hounds of the duchess she served. She couldn\u0026apos;t even spent too long crying in her room or at every chance she was alone - she knew her fate would be the same if she didn\u0026apos;t do her tasks as efficiently as usual.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003ELove hurt. This man seemed to had fallen in love for her quickly, and she had to cut it off before it grew more.\u003Cbr\u003EOr maybe - a voice in her head questioned - he\u0026apos;s but infatuated with how well it felt to fuck her. Or maybe even he was but mocking her with such words. But she didn\u0026apos;t think that of him. And yet she couldn\u0026apos;t get her hopes too high that it wasn\u0026apos;t a mistake. Rather, she knew it was.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EShe closed her eyes, and lifted herself up in bed. She felt herself tearing up. She felt herself borderline crying.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Sir Stephanus, I...\u0026quot; She gulped. \u0026quot;There might be someone else needing to use my cunt at the castle already. I-I ought to clean up. Excuse me.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-05-18T22:53:06.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526676786,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond touched Melyssa at her hand and didn\u0026apos;t let go of her yet. He didn\u0026apos;t grip aggressively, and didn\u0026apos;t shout like a maniac, but there was still firmness in his voice. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m not finished talking...\u0026quot; he said to her. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Listen, I... I don\u0026apos;t exactly know how to describe these feelings I all of the sudden developed to you... but I feel a strong urge to do all I can to make you happy, to make you.... When I see your beautiful face, I am compelled to smile. I know, you consider this to be a mistake, but I... I don\u0026apos;t. I know, you don\u0026apos;t feel the same, and to you, I am just a consumer, a client, someone who bought a service from you... just like the other one...\u0026quot; and with that, he was referring to the long-gone and disappeared Naerie, the fox-girl who was also a prostitute in this place, when it was still a castle. The one with whom he had a brief romantic encounter with, who, despite being a prostitute annoyed by his affection for her at the time, eventually grew to accept it... until she disappeared. And that\u0026apos;s a part of the story Stephanus never told Melyssa about. But it probably already made sense to be suspicious that there was more to the stories he told and the names he mentioned than what he was telling.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EWas he truly in love with Melyssa, or just infatuated? He doesn\u0026apos;t know. But if Melyssa assumes that he\u0026apos;s infatuated with how good it felt for him to have sex with her... then she\u0026apos;s wrong. If it truly is infatuation, it has already developed before they went to bed. In fact, it may have developed the moment he laid his eyes on her. \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t know if this is love or infatuation... but what I do know, is that I want to stay with you, and stay like this... for as long as possible.\u0026quot; He deliberately neglected mentioning the possibility of marriage, for two reasons: because she has a contract that makes it impossible, and because he does not want to make a promise he can not guarantee to keep. He hay those strong emotions for her in the heat of the moment, but he can not say for certain if he\u0026apos;ll have them in a decade, in a year, or even tomorrow.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;How do you feel, Melyssa?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-05-18T23:01:20.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526677280,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa felt a tear run down her cheek, that she turned away from him so that he couldn\u0026apos;t see.\u003Cbr\u003EHow did she felt?\u003Cbr\u003EOne moment ago, she felt as if in heaven. She could stay there forever.\u003Cbr\u003ENow, she was reminded why such moments were inevitably a trap.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EUnlike the paladin, Melyssa did not consider herself someone good, at all. She had just stood by as tens of girls her age, even younger, had been slaughtered in the place she worked at.\u003Cbr\u003EShe disliked it, disdained it, and sometimes, catching a glance of one of the poor souls, seeing the eyes of those that sometimes were terrified at knowing they were being taken to the upper floors to be sacrificed - and sometimes, even worst, had eyes so dulled by all the terrors and tortures they\u0026apos;d lived already, that their expressions at being walked towards death was more of relief.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EYet she did nothing. It just wasn\u0026apos;t her business, she just had no power. Truthfully, in time, she grew used to it. She only realized how despicable herself had become when her friend and lover became the next in line and was eventually killed, and for her, she wept and cried and screamed.\u003Cbr\u003EWith what right? After having not shed a tear for any of the others, just because this time it was someone she held dear, she could have such feelings?\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EMelyssa, truly, found herself despicable. She was certain her exterior beauty was but a veil to the rotten being she was inside. That\u0026apos;s why she needed to focus on work, to be orderly, to be useful.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EHer expressions turns grim. \u0026quot;How do I feel?... Dissappointed.\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003ELooking down and sighing, as another tear shed. \u0026quot;You nobleman are always like this, always so egothistical... I don\u0026apos;t believe you love me. You don\u0026apos;t even know me. If you did, you\u0026apos;d certainly not love me... I... I feel like you\u0026apos;re a fool, dear sir. And I\u0026apos;d rather you whip me bloody for my insolence against thy noble sir, than speak to me once more of this lust-blinded, ego-driven love you tell me of...\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-05-18T23:17:01.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526678221,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond was disappointed and confused at the same time. He did not understand at all what made Melyssa\u0026apos;s mood change so suddenly. He thought he already made himself obvious when he said that he himself isn\u0026apos;t even sure if he loves her. He said to her that he wants to make her happy. He was accused of being a lust-blinded, ego-driven nobleman, who should whip her blooody... but he was having none of that.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m not a nobleman. My parents were homeless people straight from the freezing alleys of the shanty towns of a large city. The exact opposite of nobility. The Knights of the Blood Red Light took me in and raised me to fight evil, to destroy the demons who have made a habit of invading our realm. But not all demons are red-skinned people with goat horns. Some demons reside within us, within you and me. To let go of your demons is the first step to a peacef-\u0026quot; he stopped in his own tracks, realizing what a hypocrite he was. Despite having absolutely no knowledge of Melyssa\u0026apos;s past, he assumed that she felt guilty or something, and couldn\u0026apos;t forgive herself for something, pretending to be incapable of love. But he was no better than her in that respect - he too had his inner demons, he too had his inability to make peace with himself and forgive himself.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EBut the hand that tried to hold Melyssa back remained. \u0026quot;You are right. I can\u0026apos;t be certain if I love you. In fact, I don\u0026apos;t even know if I\u0026apos;ll feel the same about you tomorrow. And you are right - I don\u0026apos;t really know you either. I don\u0026apos;t know your past. But even if I did... the past is the past, and you must forgive yourself for all the sins you attribute to yourself. Let go of your inner demons...\u0026quot; ... the demons he himself is unable to let go of. The nostalgia. The longing for someone to be affectionate to. In the end, he wasn\u0026apos;t looking for sexual pleasure, even if it felt nice. He was looking for a stray cat in the form of a human, someone who will figuratively purr when pet and fed.\n",               "date": "2018-05-18T23:25:57.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526678757,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa She turns and looks to him, teary, as he tells her he\u0026apos;s no nobleman at all. It surprises her, a lot. Then again, that soon fades, as she realizes it really was just an assumption on her end - he never presented himself as a lord of any kind, and while having all the finesse and seemingly being of good wealth, she should\u0026apos;ve known enough by all the little details now obvious that he wasn\u0026apos;t a noble. After all, no noble let\u0026apos;s anyone be too long without letting his aristocratic titles be clear to everyone.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EShe\u0026apos;s not sure how to feel as to that revelation. Still, she finds it in her to look at him now with some anger. \u0026quot;You know not if you\u0026apos;ll feel the same tomorrow... W-What about my feelings? What if I were to fall for you, and just tomorrow find out your heart has so easily changed... You might not be a nobleman, but you\u0026apos;ve learned all of their etiquette, and all of their self-centeredness the same, it seems. You don\u0026apos;t want to m-make me happy, nobody does, you want to make yourself happy trough me... Everyone uses everyone, t-that is the rule of this rotten world.\u0026quot; Gritting teeth, pulling away from you by force this time, crossing her arms over her breasts. \u0026quot;W-What the hell would you know about my inner demons? W-What bland, blind advice is that... I-I don\u0026apos;t have inner demons, I-I am the demon! I am a w-witch, I am a h-harlot of hell!\u0026quot; I scream, loosing entirely my composture, driven by pain as with so little time you\u0026apos;ve managed to move things inside me I\u0026apos;d happily lay dormant.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EAnd still, she cannot go so far as to not realize herself.\u003Cbr\u003EShe whimpers, and slowly cleans up her tears. \u0026quot;L-Leave... Please... I-I\u0026apos;ll service you whenever you pay. I... I n-need to clean myself, clean the room...\u0026quot; Pushing her feelings back down, jamming them back inside, dulling myself to the pain and pleasure as she forces herself to regain her composture, changing back to her apathic self so quickly as she\u0026apos;d have bursted out in fury and self-despise. \u0026quot;I-I\u0026apos;m sorry, I hope you enjoyed it... I n-need to work...\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-05-18T23:38:45.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526679525,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond sighed. \u0026quot;So be it....\u0026quot; thinking to himself - he said too much. He should have said less. Much less. And he got up from the bed, taking back the clothes of his that he previously tossed. He has already paid Melyssa a good sum of gold in advance, but, he forgot that, and decided to give her ten coins - double the amount he asked for. Then he looked at her, still thinking that he should hug her. \u0026quot;There is your gold. Know that I enjoyed every second of your company, from the moment I laid my eyes on you, until this very moment... No gold can truly pay for that kind of value.\u0026quot; he said,\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EHe looked at her posture, looking for an opportunity to atually hug her, even if he felt that he should really leave now and give her time to calm down. One of his cardinal mistakes was his inability to just temporarily let go and wait until things calm down. She claimed to be the demon. He said nothing to that. She accused him of wanting to make himself happy through her instead of truly making her happy. And she actually has a point there, as at least two of her predecessors have pointed out. A serious character flaw of his that he is growing self-aware of.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EShe claimed to be a witch and a harlot of hell, but to Stephanus, he was still a sweet and beautiful woman in desperate need for hugs. If she was still on the bed, he had no choice but to stand in front of the bed and open his arms to invite her to a hug - something he assumes she will reject and decline, given her earlier angry outburst. But if she was standing, he makes an attempt to gently hug her, regardless of her will towards it. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EAnd what of the money he gave her? He is not taking back any of it. If she wants to give it back, he glares at her and forcefully makes it clear that it is hers.\n",               "date": "2018-05-18T23:47:21.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526680041,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa Already having gotten up from the bed and stepped away, the slowly calmer Melyssa turns and glances to him, teary. She won\u0026apos;t move to hug him, even if part of her wanted to. But, as she smiles softly and nods, she wishes to make him be sure that she won\u0026apos;t go anywhere, and she\u0026apos;ll be here, as she said, to be with him other times he pays for.\u003Cbr\u003EThe money means nothing to her. As far as she\u0026apos;s concerned, it all belongs to Aetherius. It isn\u0026apos;t her money, which is why she\u0026apos;d never offer herself without charging either - it\u0026apos;d be the same as stealing from her master to give an unallowed discount to anyone.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EHer voice sweet again, as she says. \u0026quot;F-Forgive me for my outburst. I don\u0026apos;t intend it to happen again... I appreciate that you enjoyed being with me. It, gave me great pleasure too. I\u0026apos;ll be happy to be purchased more if you so wish... Just... I think it\u0026apos;d be better if we stay away from delving into each other\u0026apos;s souls. It\u0026apos;s clear both of us have things we cannot easily deal with...\u0026quot; Ending my small, far more rational speek with a deep, grateful bow.\n",               "date": "2018-05-18T23:55:57.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526680557,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond tried his best to smile at Melyssa, and in the end, even if he didn\u0026apos;t hug her, he gave in the temptation to pat her head as she made her bow. And with that, he said. \u0026quot;So be it, sweetheart... For now, I\u0026apos;ll try to be content with seeking and paying you, and only you, for such services...\u0026quot; consumer-loyalty is as close as he can get to being in a relationship anyway. He wished that time would return when he and her kissed each other, felt genuine pleasure by being with each other, and all that. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I will be back, and next time, I will dine and wine you again, as before.\u0026quot; he said, making it clear that he still wants her to be happy, or rather, he still wants to make her feel like he isn\u0026apos;t just one of those costumers, but someone who wants more. ~ One day.... ~ he thinks to himself. One day what? One day, he will walk hand-in-hand with her and kiss her... or so he hopes. He doesn\u0026apos;t know how is Aetharis treating her, which is part of his motivation to wine and dine her before the deed.\n",               "date": "2018-05-18T00:03:23.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526594603,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa wakes up as the sunrays peep trough my room\u0026apos;s windows. Grunting as I realize I\u0026apos;ve overslept a bit - something quite rare for me. At this rate, she\u0026apos;ll be late to start work early... Stripping off her nightgown, she quickly puts on her maid outfit, from stockings to the frilly hat, and makes her way out. Seeing master Aetheris is nowhere to be found, she\u0026apos;d start with hastily eating a loaf of bread at the kitchen, and start cleaning from there. Maybe some could argue what was the point of keeping every spot of the huge, mostly unused castle sparkling clean - but Melyssa wouldn\u0026apos;t listen to such drivels of the lazy.\n",               "date": "2018-05-19T17:08:56.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526742536,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond arrived to the castle in the usual fashion, getting inside first by peeking in, and only then entering, making his way to the kitchen. He had some work to do, and Aetharis seems to trust him enough to allow him access to the castle. He made his way to the kitchen, only to see Melyssa. He first stood, getting to the previous room, having his back against the wall, only then peeking through, noticing that Melyssa was cleaning. He figured that this is not the best time to approach her, so he attempted to sneak besides the door, to bypass the kitchen, to get into the feasting room - hopefully without Melyssa noticing it - and into the wine cellar. He was hoping that Melyssa wouldn\u0026apos;t notice him, so he could get his hands on some fine vintage.\n",               "date": "2018-05-19T17:12:49.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526742769,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa\u0026apos;s cleaning routine was halted suddenly, and she stopped, blinked, and looked back, seeing if there was anyone watching her or it was but her impression. Stephanus hiding in time to avoid her gaze, she seemed to just return to work, coordinating half a dozen flying brooms and some wet cloths and buckets trough her practical-leaning magical powers.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EYet, as sir Tavilrond would be opening the door to the cellar, Melyssa spoke behind him, having sneaked up on him in turn - or, actually, she didn\u0026apos;t really ment to, but had a really light, silent walk.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;What are you doing, sir Stephanus?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-05-19T17:21:00.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526743260,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond \u0026apos;s skin crawled as a voice said his name. It was Melyssa. He had to hesitate for a moment to explain himself, and had several ideas: One was to be honest and tell her that he was going to drink some fine vintage, like he used to back in the days when the castle was a tavern. Refugee in audacity. The other was to be romantic and tell her how happy he was to see her again, and attempt to hug her. In the end, he decided to seek refuge in audacity.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003ESo he turned towards Melyssa - as he was previously backing her - and said: \u0026quot;Just looking for a fine vintage to drink alone. Why? Aren\u0026apos;t you supposed to be cleaning?\u0026quot; he asked all naturally, glaring at her, glaring at her eyes. In truth, he was somewhat bitter about the rejection he got from her, but then again - she is supposed to be a prostitute he pays for with money. He can pay for her services. He even accentuated and emphasized the word \u0026apos;alone\u0026apos;.\n",               "date": "2018-05-19T17:25:08.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526743508,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa\u0026apos;s eyes narrowed before the bold explanation; well, he wasn\u0026apos;t really explaining himself, just confirming his obvious thieving.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EWell, Melyssa prefers it in that direct way. And the emphasis on \u0026quot;alone\u0026quot; is easily picked up too. She takes no insult. If anything, given the contrast with his romantic, love-dove stance three days before, as he\u0026apos;d have taken her for dinner and then laid with her for the appropriate fee, Melyssa finds his saltiness an amusing contrast.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Well, sadly master Aetharis is not around and he has not told me anything about giving free use of his treasured cellar to anyone.\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EWell, to be fair, Melyssa would\u0026apos;ve easily argued to herself that, given the friendship between her master and the paladin, it was evident he\u0026apos;d have no problem with such an act - she\u0026apos;d learned enough to know her master wasn\u0026apos;t a petty or greedy person at all, and cherished his relationships above wealth, seeming to have that one to spare and the beforementioned on a more meager scale.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EBut Stephanus had sassed her. And as she now knew he wasn\u0026apos;t a noble, for some reason she felt comfortable to just sass back and leave it at that. \u0026quot;If you want something, I trust that you\u0026apos;ll pay beforehand, correct? Otherwise... I\u0026apos;ll have to kick you out.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-05-19T17:44:18.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526744658,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond was found out. And he couldn\u0026apos;t get his hands on the wine either! He was saddened. Looks like he is going to have to do things differently. He is going to have to pay.... again. So he sighs, taking his hand into his pocket, looks at her, and says.... \u0026quot;Fine. How much gold is a hug? And how much gold is a bottle of wine?\u0026quot; he asked from her, deliberately teasing her with the hug, even if his voice was sighy. If he was going to be salty, he would deliberately tease her with it.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EOtherwise... otherwise what can he really do? Try to knock her out and make a run for it? He knew that Aetharis seemed to have taken no issue with patrons of the tavern pilfering through his collection of wine, especially in his absence - after all, when this castle was still a tavern, Stephanus and his friends very often did that. In fact, they even did that when Aetharis was around. And most of them didn\u0026apos;t even know Aetharis as much as he did. He considered not even waiting for Melyssa\u0026apos;s answer, but instead trying to make a run for it in either directions - either away from the wine cellar\u0026apos;s door, or into the wine cellar. But in the end, he remained there, standing.\n",               "date": "2018-05-19T17:50:43.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526745043,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa rolled her eyes. \u0026quot;Well, for you, I\u0026apos;ll grant... two hugs for a gold coin. It\u0026apos;s expensive but I do have more things to do than complying to such strange wishes. As for the gold, it depends. I believe there should be a book in there accounting for prices, so, if you want you can choose and I\u0026apos;ll search for the wine\u0026apos;s brand and charge accordingly.\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EClosing one eye and evaluating him, before sighing and stepping up close to him, looking down from his eyes while opening her arms and hugging him mechanically - but slowly in the hug giving in to comfort, while forcing herself not to nuzzle or do anything so far as to that.\n",               "date": "2018-05-19T18:05:58.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526745958,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond all of the sudden smirked. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;ll pay double that, just in case I accidentally do more...\u0026quot; he said that, referring to the possibility of him not being able to resist the temptation of kissing Melyssa while hugging her. Then he took out four golden coins, put them to the nearest flat surface that can hold them - aside from the floor - and opened his arms, slowly hugging, or even, embracing Melyssa.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EAnd once they are hugging, he does do what he prophesized - he starts rubbing Melyssa\u0026apos;s head for no reason, but he does not kiss anywhere. He can\u0026apos;t, since his head and Melyssa\u0026apos;s head are right next to each other, making it physically impossible for him to kiss or nuzzle any parts of her - and the same is true for her. He hugs Melyssa very tightly, almost as if what was in his heart was the opposite of the saltiness he displayed earlier - almost as if he was longing for this tight hug with Melyssa. For someone who was just teasing Melyssa with the hug, and meaning it as a half-joke, he sure is hugging her like someone who has been longing for her.\n",               "date": "2018-05-19T18:10:27.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526746227,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa blinked. \u0026quot;No, I meant...\u0026quot; Narrowing eyes, and them closing them, as she silences herself to give in more to the hug, pressing herself against you. She\u0026apos;d say two hugs per cold coin, not the other way around. Both because she wouldn\u0026apos;t wanna over-charge THAT much, but also, as a hint that she\u0026apos;d accepting hugging him more times, as she\u0026apos;d still be left owing him a hug after this one...\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EThe warmth in the embrace did get to her, as well as his hand on her head. Inevitably, she thought of the joyous mating of the day before... her body remembered her of it, surely.\u003Cbr\u003EBefore things further escalated, she turned and gave him a kiss on the cheek, then leaned back and stated. \u0026quot;Now as for the wine...\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-05-19T18:26:12.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526747172,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond enjoyed hugging Melyssa tightly, and rubbing her head. He remembered the time they were all lovey-dovey yesterday. He wanted to replay that. He wanted to feel that again. But he wasn\u0026apos;t going to ask for that kind of service this time. Not this time. Instead, he had different plans. Unfortunately, she let go of the hug, but kissed him on the cheek. This made him smile, and tempted to say the L-word... but he resisted that temptation. He also wanted to kiss her on the lips, but that didn\u0026apos;t happen either.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Oh yes... Just about any wine will do... although I would prefer the Port Wine... for two.\u0026quot; he stated. For two? Didn\u0026apos;t he say he wanted to drink it alone? Why was he saying two now, all again? \u0026quot;I... \u0026quot; but he couldn\u0026apos;t find the words, looking away in embarassment. Only after a few moments of hesitation did he turn back to Melyssa to state things plainly - \u0026quot;I want to have wine with you again!\u0026quot; ignoring the fact that she was on duty. But in Aetharis\u0026apos;s absence... it\u0026apos;s not like it really matters when does she exactly do her job, so long as she actually does her job. He wants to have wine with her again. That\u0026apos;s all that he said for now. Once the wine gets to him, he\u0026apos;ll have the courage to say even more.\n",               "date": "2018-05-19T18:42:35.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526748155,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa blinked, surprised that he\u0026apos;d invite her to share a wine just as that - then again, she guessed she shouldn\u0026apos;t be too surprised. By the end, she flusters a bit, and nods, but sighs. \u0026quot;Do you mind that you enjoy the wine alone for now, so I may do my chores, and that later in the evening I join you in? I also need to reiterate the enchantment as to not to get pregnant.\u0026quot; Clearly meaning she thinks you\u0026apos;ve asked to buy her out again - she isn\u0026apos;t, still, too good with reading in between lines, to which sometimes she misses something, and others she reads in too much, making assumptions of what she think is a clearer goal.\n",               "date": "2018-05-19T18:54:23.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526748863,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond feels it\u0026apos;s the perfect time to crack a joke about her worries about the risk of pregnancy - \u0026quot;Oh? But I\u0026apos;ll take full responsibility and take care of the child...\u0026quot; he said jokingly. Yes, he is a man of honour who WILL take care of the child, if one is born... but he didn\u0026apos;t mean to actually seriously discourage her from using protection. Obviously, he silently agrees to the idea that she shouldn\u0026apos;t become a mother for now, and neither should he become a father so far. It\u0026apos;s just an opportunity to tease that he couldn\u0026apos;t let go of.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I guess I won\u0026apos;t be buying the wine then... It will taste infinitely sweeter when I\u0026apos;ll be drinking it together with you, Melyssa. Unless I can buy your time as well now...\u0026quot; he said to her, winking. Then he laughed. \u0026quot;I know, I know, your love is so expensive, not even the richest king could buy it...\u0026quot; he laughed. \u0026quot;Well then, in any case, I guess we shall see each other again when you are finished. Good work!\u0026quot; he said to her, ready to turn around and leave.... unless she stops him.\n",               "date": "2018-05-19T18:58:50.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526749130,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa Naturally Melyssa takes it as a joke, tho she doesn\u0026apos;t really laugh along. Instead, she gives an advice. \u0026quot;You ought to be careful tho as to whom you say that. There are women who\u0026apos;d be glad to trick you into breeding them to hold you by such honour and then marry you and enjoy your evident wealth undeservingly.\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EThat said tho, she softens up a bit as he says he\u0026apos;ll wait to drink with her, nodding and sighing.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EShe thinks she shouldn\u0026apos;t. She even tells herself she knows she shouldn\u0026apos;t. It is clear he has feelings and it\u0026apos;d be best for both that she wouldn\u0026apos;t do such things that could further stoke such spontaneous, erratic flames of desire that he\u0026apos;d catter for her.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EBut then again... the money was not right at all. It\u0026apos;d been a very overpriced hug and it shamed her. So, as he turned to leave, she halted him, grabbing him by the hand, and without a word stepping close, pressing her lips onto his, hugging him once more and making out, trembling with a small gasp of a moan.\n",               "date": "2018-05-19T19:06:12.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526749572,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond was definitely taken by a surprise there! She not only stopped him, but pressed her lips on his! off course, he should have known that she was merely compensating for his overpayment - he paid her four times the amount she asked for for a hug, and while most likely neither of the two remembered, the time he went to bed with her, he paid double the price. But, being a hopeless romantic he was, he took it as a sign that she was returning some of the feelings he had for her. The fact that she moaned while they were making out made it more evident for him.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003ESo he hugged her back... no, outright embraced her, kissed her back, had his tongue dance with hers. While he did not moan, he did in fact enjoy the kiss very much. He licked Melyssa\u0026apos;s tongue passionately, just like that night. He kissed her with lots of hot passion while holding her tightly. Is this feeling love? He still cannot truly answer, as he is not decisive enough... But this will make everything so much easier. He did not want to let go. He wanted to stay like this forever.\n",               "date": "2018-05-19T19:10:52.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526749852,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa In for a penny, in for a pound. Melyssa initially ment only to give him one deep kiss to at least pretend his money was well spent. Instead, she finds herself unable not to kiss him again and again, and make out with him for minutes right there.\u003Cbr\u003EEven if her cold heart, the warmth of the embrace stirs things up.\u003Cbr\u003EA foolish, a silly feeling perhaps breeding there. Not a flame as what seemed to have lit in him for her, but a spark for sure, that could dangerously ignite...\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EIn any case, she gives into it, blushed heavily and feeling her lips so wet as she finally parts a bit, looking at you with narrowed eyes. \u0026quot;I... I take it this was, more worthy than a hug?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-05-19T19:21:57.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526750517,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond did not want to let go. Not at all. He wanted to continue savouring these moments with Melyssa... but eventually, she let go, albeit in a different manner than he imagined. He imagined she would just let go when the time was up, and act all serious. But instead, they kept on kissing for minutes, and when she let go, she was blushing. Her lips were wet, and she was looking at him. What was this.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EHe laughed, saying. \u0026quot;Everything you give me is pricess, sweetheart, so I can\u0026apos;t compare infinity to infinity.\u0026quot; he laughed, desperately trying to make it sound like a tease or joke, while in reality - he definitely had feelings for Melyssa. He even called her sweetheart! Off course, even if he tried to pass it off as a joke, there was a degree of redness on his face too, a little bit of stutter to give his the real message behind what he said away, to make it known that despite all his attempts to pass it off as a joking tease, it probably wasn\u0026apos;t.\n",               "date": "2018-05-19T19:25:51.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526750751,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa looked at him conflicted once more, but didn\u0026apos;t answer at first, instead leaning and pecking him again. Duty called her to tell him what she considered to be the truth.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I\u0026apos;ll only end up hurting you, badly, and myself, if these feelings are left to flourish, sir Stephanus. It is a clear path towards pain this which you are taking, please, please know that, and that I\u0026apos;ve warned you...\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003ELooking down and taking your hand, then glancing up. \u0026quot;Still, forgive me if instead of parting, of not being strong enough to resist, I find myself endulging in your company too... Even now, my wish is not to hurt you. I... I want to pleasure you instead.\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003ELooking to the cellar\u0026apos;s door and to you, she lets go and walks over. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m a servant of the house, in any case, and shouldn\u0026apos;t let my work as a maid get in the way of any more pressing matters. If you want wine and company now... well, I\u0026apos;ll make the time. I, just guess I won\u0026apos;t be as properly dressed for the occasion as if I\u0026apos;d leave it for after, but... Waiting all the way to the night as this would be tormenting...\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-05-19T19:47:37.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526752057,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond decided not to go, but to look straight into Melyssa\u0026apos;s eyes. \u0026quot;I am ready to take on the challenges that await me. If I have to suffer to be true to you, so be it.\u0026quot; he said, meaning that he was not going to reject his own feelings for Melyssa, but instead walk the road of honesty. With that, without any invitation, he places his hand onto Melyssa\u0026apos;s head, and gave it pats and rubs, caressing her hair, whether she asked for it or not.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I want to spend as much time as I can in your arms. A life is best spent in each other\u0026apos;s arms.\u0026quot; he said, quoting what appears to be something a wise man supposedly said... but in reality probably didn\u0026apos;t. However, at her last sentences, he was confused. What did she mean? Did she mean she is going to be tormented by waiting through the night? Or did she mean that she is impatient, and wants to be with him right now? He did not understand, only guess from what she said about the dress. \u0026quot;Well, in that case...\u0026quot; he said, taking hold of Melyssa\u0026apos;s hands. \u0026quot;Shall we pick out a wine?\u0026quot; he asked.\n",               "date": "2018-05-19T19:52:25.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526752345,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa heard you out. She enjoyed poetry and romance, but so far it had been a strictly separated part of her life. It felt strange to find the two worlds bridging, but she considered such poetic romance to not have as much meaning spoken as this.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003ELeaving that asside, she nods and takes your hand, opening the cellar and descending with you, even leaning herself against your shoulder gently. \u0026quot;Port\u0026apos;s Wine you said? I believe it is to the left section.\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EThe cellar was completely dark, but with a touch of magic Melyssa could see everything clearly, guiding you trough the barrels and stocks of bottles from the likely quite diverse array.\n",               "date": "2018-05-19T20:03:58.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526753038,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond nodded to Melyssa. \u0026quot;Yes, port wine.\u0026quot; he said, staying back and backing against the walls next to the door leading to the cellar. He sighed, but at the same time was also smiling and blushing. It was a happy sigh. A sigh of relief. He put his hands onto the rough location of his heart.\u003Cbr\u003E~ After all this.... yet my heart is pounding for her. I don\u0026apos;t know her family name. I don\u0026apos;t know her past history... I don\u0026apos;t know what she is really like... Is this really love? All I know is that delightful smile of hers when she is smiling, her warm hugs, her beautiful eyes, her silk-like skin, and her gorgeous hair... Is this really love? I guess we will see... ~ he thought to himself, not saying any of it out loud. ~ I am making a commitment, if I say anything rash... If I say I love her, I must cherish her. But isn\u0026apos;t that what I want to do in the first place? To hug her, to cuddle with her, to hold her tightly, to make her happy, to see her smile... Whatever inner demons she has, I want her to smile in my arms... ~ he thought to himself, losing himself deep in thought.\u003Cbr\u003EIn fact, by the time Melyssa would come out, he would still be deep in thought, in need of some external help to snap out of it. But once he does snap out of it, he just smiles at Melyssa - almost in a feminine way, combined with half-closed eyes - and in case either one of his hands are free, he takes it, to accompany her to one of the tables in the feasting hall. And if he does take a grip of her hand, it has to be the lover\u0026apos;s grip, having all the fingers wrapped around each other. Then, he will smile at her even more.\n",               "date": "2018-05-19T20:10:16.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526753416,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa Soon enough, Melyssa would be handing him a glass full of the very dark purple liquor, while holding a glass of her own. Touching yours with it for that clear, crystalline sound of commemoration, she sipped it while taking a seat next to you, each one in a puffy chair with armrests, made of noble wood, with a small round table in front where the bottle of the exquisite, 12 gold coins-worthy wine rested.\n",               "date": "2018-05-19T20:19:38.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526753978,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond first put the wine onto the nearest table, so that he could actually pay for it. He always pays his debts - so he interrupted their time together by taking a hand into his pocket to take out twelve golden coins, putting it onto the table, then taking back the glass. He looekd at Melyssa with an endearing smile before beginning to drink it up. \u0026quot;I... I\u0026apos;m sorry for what I did the last time... I want you to know that I am a serious about what I am saying. I enjoy your company to a high extent, and see in you something that brightens my day.\u0026quot; He started. For someone who has bedded his fair share of women, had his fair share of sexual and romantic encounters alike, he sure wasn\u0026apos;t very skilled at flirting, at actually wooing a woman. \u0026quot;But I assume I should start explaining my own feelings, starting from inside... To make things clearer, why don\u0026apos;t we both do this, sweetheart? Why don\u0026apos;t we both say out loud how we feel, not just towards each other, but towards the world?\u0026quot; he asked from Melyssa, looking at her with an endearing smile, a glass of wine in his hand.\n",               "date": "2018-05-19T20:23:35.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1526754215,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa Would sit on one of the many halls, resting on an armchair by Stephanus\u0026apos;s side, who\u0026apos;d sit on another. On our front, a small wooden table where the wine he chose to purchase, picked by her, would rest. Glasses in hand, she\u0026apos;d look to him, thinking about what he just had proposed. \u0026apos;To say out loud how we feel about each other, and the world\u0026apos;. Her mind briefly considers some responses. The one she gives tho is quite indirect.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I believe I\u0026apos;ve not drank enough to be able to say something as that, out for the world to hear. Well, I don\u0026apos;t believe anyone else would hear, but still...\u0026quot; Looking to the dark purple tint of my glass and sipping again, glancing to you. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m not sure I should drink much at all tho. Are you certain I can? You\u0026apos;ve bought for my time so I won\u0026apos;t deny a request, but still... it is quite rare of me to take in alcohol. I\u0026apos;m afraid I\u0026apos;ll embarrass myself and be less to yours eyes as result.\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\n",               "date": "2018-05-24T21:52:24.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527191544,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond sat in the armchair by Melyssa\u0026apos;s side, having the glass of wine in his hand. He looked at Melyssa, and smiled at her, then went on to attempt to reassure her. \u0026quot;You see, sweatheart... They say that a little bit of booze helps a lot when overcoming one\u0026apos;s inhibitions and limits. But yes, I want to hear about your feelings.... It is only fair that way. I will have a confession to make after that.\u0026quot; he explained to Melyssa, looking at her. Truth be told, the confession of his was fairly simple, but he preferred to delay it until Melyssa told him about some of her own feelings.\u003Cbr\u003ESo he did not tell anything yet. \u0026quot;It is just the two of us, I believe... but even so, I have come to a point that I am no longer embarassed to say out loud my feelings for you.\u0026quot; he said, having come to the conclusion. All this to enbraven Melyssa. HE then sipped from the glass, albeit a bit more than Melyssa did.\n",               "date": "2018-05-24T21:55:40.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527191740,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa looks to you, sighing softly. \u0026quot;I fear I know what you might want to say. Even tho I will hear it, nothing changed from the other day to now, sir Stephanus. Please know that I cannot retribute such feelings, for my duties lies elsewhere, and my heart... well, I am not sure I have much of it left.\u0026quot; She closes her eyes for a moment, then leans the glass and finishes it, gulping down all and allowing herself to lean and pour another one. Swirling it, she focuses on it and says. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;ll start with the world then. This world displeases me. It is chaotic and arbitrary, ruthless. I was once a street beggar. I thought that the one who took me from the cold, harsh streets was a saint, those streets where I was meant to become a prostitute so soon my looks would stop beckoning for pitty and start to startle lust in the eyes of men. Instead I was put to work as a maid, and I embraced it, heart and soul. For, at least in a small pace, I could make things right, as they should be, I could make my small world proper and orderly, with everything in place and with no space for rage, treachery and spite. Soon enough I found out that would never be just as easy. I wasn\u0026apos;t a prostitute, but to the eyes of those who I served I was still but a tool. From place to place where I worked, that was the rule. And that became my own feeling as well. Even now, if master Aetharis, a man I barely knew, told me to stop seeing you, to deny you, and instead lie with anyone else that\u0026apos;d walk trough these doors, I would abide. Because my will can only be that of my master\u0026apos;s. I\u0026apos;ve reasoned that it is my fate, for everything that I\u0026apos;ve done against such a law called forth great pain and disasters in my life.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-05-24T22:07:49.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527192469,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond shaked his head a bit, but listened through it all. Melyssa\u0026apos;s words about not being able to return his feelings did displease him, summoning a frown to his face, and a tear to one of his eyes.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;If I may, Lady Melyssa.... I spoke with Master Aetharis the other day. I confessed to him that I have strong feelings for you... He told me, that if I want you all to myself, he can have it arranged.... at the time, I told him, that it is not necessary, unless you yourself wish it so.... even then....\u0026quot; he explained some more - Aetharis definitely didn\u0026apos;t tell Melyssa to stop seeing Stephanus, because he spoke to Aetharis very recently. \u0026quot;The world is a strange place. When you make a mistake, you become self-aware of it. So self-aware, that you begin to overcompensate... Such is the the fate of all mortals. I used to think that when I look at a girl in a special way, when her very presence makes me happy, it must be love... After a few big mistakes and harsh lessons, I learned the difference between true love and foolish infatuation.... But I made the even greater mistake of overcompensating, of trying to shield myself from my own feelings. No more...\u0026quot; he said, putting down to glass of wine to the table, looking at Melyssa, even going as far as attempting to take her hands - or any free hand of hers - and then continue only after that. \u0026quot;... after I confessed to Aetharis that I have feelings for you, after he offered me that I can have you all for myself, if I desire.... I realized that my biggest mistake is my indecisiveness. I spent all my life being afraid of making decisions. But I have decided to make up my mind...\u0026quot; he said ever more slowly.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Lady Melyssa... I know that you said you cannot retribute my feelings, but.... I love you. And, if you would be fine with it.... off course you wouldn\u0026apos;t.... I want to marry you.\u0026quot; this was mighty foolish of the knight to say. Mighty sudden. But saying all of this out loud felt like taking a huge rock off his heart. Even if she is going to reject him, at least he can have some clousure. \u0026quot;Aetharis gave me permission. If you choose to be with me, you no longer need to sleep with just about any man... off course, you\u0026apos;ll still have to clean up, but...\u0026quot; he tried to reiterate. He assumed he was going to get rejected, but...\n",               "date": "2018-05-24T22:16:03.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527192963,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa looked to him, her eyes widening a bit as he mentioned he talked to Aetharis about that. Then she hears out the rest, feeling her chest hurt, in a good way, in a bad way, she\u0026apos;s not sure. But it\u0026apos;s a feeling she hasn\u0026apos;t felt for long. And that she\u0026apos;s not sure how much she wanted or didn\u0026apos;t want to feel again.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EShe\u0026apos;s silent, by the end.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;You... You really feel that way for me? I... I wonder, what you see in me to feel that way, what can you see of me... I\u0026apos;m not a good person, sir Stephanus. I\u0026apos;ve suffered a lot in life, but I can\u0026apos;t say I didn\u0026apos;t deserve to suffer either. What...\u0026quot; Sighing deeply, closing her eyes and tearing up, leaning down. \u0026quot;W-What makes you think I\u0026apos;m in t-the least worthy of such feelings?\u0026quot; Looking to him after, borderline crying, and nodding. Perhaps giving the impression she\u0026apos;ll say yes, before her words catch onto him. \u0026quot;I acknowledge your feelings. I-I won\u0026apos;t think lightly of them, I-I won\u0026apos;t say they\u0026apos;re shallow in the least. B-But, they\u0026apos;re still a mistake. I cannot say yes. I-I\u0026apos;m not worthy, of saying yes.\u0026quot; Gritting her teeth, feeling her emotions flourish, blaming it on the wine perhaps, but unable not to speak out. \u0026quot;I-I like you. I really like you. T-These past days here without y-you feel hollow. The other night, a-and today too, your presence, i-it feels warm, it feels good... S-So I owe it to you t-to keep you from making s-such a mistake, sir Stephanus. No. No I-I can\u0026apos;t marry you and I\u0026apos;ll never be able to. B-Because you deserve a g-good woman, a decent woman. I\u0026apos;m not...\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-05-24T22:34:01.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527194041,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond blinked and raised his eyebrows first at Melyssa\u0026apos;s monologue, but as he saw her descend into borderline-crying, stuttering, and utter sadness, his eyebrows were no longer raised. Instead, a look of sympathy overtook his face. Too bad they were sitting on chairs rather than standing, because he would have hugged her so tightly, that both of their lungs would have been crushed. But sadly, that wasn\u0026apos;t the case, and they were sitting and speaking.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t care about that.\u0026quot; he said it plainly and bluntly. \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t care that you think of yourself as unworthy of me... I spent my whole life thinking of myself as unworthy of those I harbored affection towards. That kind of attitude leads to ruin and suffering. I don\u0026apos;t want you to suffer anymore. I know, I am selfish for wanting you all to myself, but.... I don\u0026apos;t care. You think of yourself as bad, as wicked, as undeserving of my affection... But despite all your warnings, I still want to be with you. It doesn\u0026apos;t matter to me....\u0026quot; he said, looking at her seriously, speaking very clearly, with a deep and confident voice. \u0026quot;You say I\u0026apos;m making a mistake by loving you.... But to me, you would be doing a great favor by saying yes. If you feel the same, don\u0026apos;t deny yourself the opportunity... I want to sleep in the same bed as you every night, even if it is impossible. I want to cuddle with you every day. I want to hold you tight every day. I want to kiss your lips every day. I want to proclaim to you how much I love you every single day... I know, I am utterly selfish... but I have already found the perfect woman: you.\u0026quot; he threw his own monologue to Melyssa.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EAnd just to top it off, he leaned towards Melyssa to suddenly kiss her lips! That is, unless one of her hands had a wine glass in it, because he couldn\u0026apos;t be calculating enough to avoid that, so in that situation, he would just avoid kissing her altogether. But if both hands are freed - he goes for the sudden kiss, and goes for holding the hands.\n",               "date": "2018-05-24T22:42:58.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527194578,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa She looks to you, tears running down her face, all composture lost in one of such few events in her life, at least since becomming who she is now.\u003Cbr\u003EIn a romance somewhere she once read \u0026quot;Nobody will love you if you don\u0026apos;t love yourself\u0026quot;. And yet, this man before her seemed to be able to love her, even tho she hates herself, truly.\u003Cbr\u003EShe kisses back, shyly, coily, but still. She makes out with him, feeling the warmth of his hands, of his body.\u003Cbr\u003EShe can\u0026apos;t take it. Even if it\u0026apos;s a crucial point, where she\u0026apos;s not sure she\u0026apos;d be able to make him see how she saw things if she\u0026apos;d give in... self penitence can only go so far. She can\u0026apos;t deny herself of her need for him, now. So she pulls her down to him, to feel him weighing her down on the chair, as their tongues entwine, as he transpasses to her physically how much she\u0026apos;s perfect to his eyes, to his lips, to his touch, how much he wants her to be his woman...\n",               "date": "2018-05-24T22:51:44.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527195104,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond certainly did not expect Melyssa to take the initiative and actually pull him towards herself. He was a man of much strength, but the whole unexpected and sudden nature of this pull had him falling straight onto her, with his hands weighing her down, his lips being glued to her lips. Even then, he kept a certain level of self-control - he did not grope her breasts, even though he very much wanted, and he did not turn the lips-kiss into a tongue-kiss either - that is something Melyssa had done herself -, even though that is something he wanted to... at least for the time being.\u003Cbr\u003ETruth be told, he wanted to break off the kiss and get the conversation serious again, but in the end, he decided that he would be content with the kiss. He kept his lips on Melyssa\u0026apos;s, with their tongues entwined and one hand of his pulled out a golden ring from his pocket. Now was the time of stealth. He began to slowly transition to a more passionate tongue-kissing to distract Melyssa from what he was doing - placing that golden ring onto Melyssa\u0026apos;s finger and pulling it down to fit. A golden ring with a glowing green gem on it. All in the same time, he was greedily sucking on Melyssa\u0026apos;s tongue, letting his own tongue dance with hers. He wanted to say it again and again - \u0026apos;I love you\u0026apos; - but this was time to kiss, not to say words.\n",               "date": "2018-05-24T22:57:19.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527195439,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa\u0026apos;s legs spread around him slightly, his hips inevitably grinding down on her. She wants it as that - no, while he wanted to discuss feelings, she wanted nothing more than to live them for the moment.\u003Cbr\u003EBecause the moment she stopped to think about them, she knew she would cut them, she would ice them and if things got too dangerous, she\u0026apos;d try and kill them, at least for now. Strangely, she doesn\u0026apos;t notice the ring, too lost in the intensity of the moment.\u003Cbr\u003EAnd while not ready at all to say \u0026apos;Yes\u0026apos; to a marriage proposal, she allows herself to be honest in one thing at least, a half-point perhaps. Breaking the kiss, she says.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I-I don\u0026apos;t want to be a p-prostitute. I must, b-but... I don\u0026apos;t want t-to service anyone that arrives with a bag of coins, I d-don\u0026apos;t want to have to give pleasure to anyone just like that... If... I-If master Aetharis did truly a-allow me for you to be the only one to have me, I... I-I\u0026apos;ll be glad with it. Because you, I-I want to pleasure, you I want to l-lie with, Stephanus...\u0026quot; Running a hand across his face and smiling softly, acknowledging that much about her feelings. She cannot marry him, but if she can be his alone...\n",               "date": "2018-05-24T23:06:54.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527196014,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond kept himself leaning dangerously close to Melyssa even after the kiss was broken. \u0026quot;This is it then.... We belong to each other from now. That ring... is the symbol of it.\u0026quot; he said, not even bothering to have asked her before if she would actually want to marry him, or be able to. At the same time, he pulled out an identical copy to the ring he put onto Melyssa\u0026apos;s finger, and put it onto his. \u0026quot;I love you, Melyssa. And I\u0026apos;m eternally happy, that you have finally accepted my feelings. From this day on, our hearts shall be as one, with our hands always held together, in spirit at least.\u0026quot; he said to her.\u003Cbr\u003EHe was still open to the idea of doing what he originally paid her for, and going up to a room with her to do what he originally paid her for... but at this point, he considered that irrelevant. He already put a ring onto her finger. He ran his own hands accross her face, kissing her lips briefly. \u0026quot;I love you. It makes me feel so good to say this to you. In the last days, I was afraid of saying this to you... but now I am not. I love you very much, Melyssa.\u0026quot; he said, kissing her once again, before finally getting serious again, breaking the kiss and slowly sliding back to his chair, clearing his throat a little.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I... Well... let\u0026apos;s drink to this!\u0026quot; he said. \u0026quot;Let\u0026apos;s drink to our newfound love for each other, my love... We should eventually inform Aetharis of our decision.\u0026quot; he said, lefting up the glass of wine to let it come into contact with that of Melyssa, so they can drink to their own newfound happienss. \u0026quot;You have no idea how happy you made me, my love... I feel like I could just burst and explode from happiness.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-05-24T23:14:37.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527196477,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa looks to him, puzzled. Rubbing her fingers together she realizes the cold piece of metal there, turning to look at it after, and then to him.\u003Cbr\u003EShe\u0026apos;s bewildered and lost, as he proceed to tell her all that.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I... I-I didn\u0026apos;t say yes to that...\u0026quot; She says, sheepishly, lost at first.\u003Cbr\u003EBecause she cannot believe he just did that. She can\u0026apos;t believe he just ignored all that she said, that the most she\u0026apos;s ever opened to anyone about her anguish, about how she finds herself to be a bad, unworthy person, but that still she\u0026apos;d prefer to be his whore alone, as she could never accept to be his wife... that all that was lost in translation, and he\u0026apos;d go as far as to put a ring on her and act as if they\u0026apos;d just wed.\u003Cbr\u003EShe never said he loved him either. Even if she felt like that - not so intensely, as such a burning feeling would take time to become more than a small candle fire in her coldened heart once turned to ashes -, she hadn\u0026apos;t said that.\u003Cbr\u003EHer eyes tear up, and she laughs. She just leans forward, and starts laughing. Panting by the end, as she looks to the ring, tears running down her face. Her words cynical once more, as a cold cascade poured over all that she felt, all that she was allowing herself to feel.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I drank too much. What a joke. I-I\u0026apos;m usually not this sloppy.\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003EAnd she takes out the ring, placing it over the table, not even looking to you. \u0026quot;I w-wondered what you saw in me, but, I-I understand now. You don\u0026apos;t s-see me at all. You see me f-for what you want to see... Of course, how could I forget. This is a selfish world of selfish people. I\u0026apos;m as that. So are you...\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003EAny attempts to take hold of her hands or any part of her, she avoids, stepping further away each time, still not looking to him in his eyes. \u0026quot;E-Enjoy your time with your fantasy bride, w-with the Melyssa that exists in your eyes. I have w-work to do, master Stephanus.\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003EAnd she bows, and turns, hasting, rushing, almost running away. Straight towards her room, as her chest hurts as only once it ever did before.\n",               "date": "2018-05-24T23:25:14.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527197114,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond stands up as quickly as he can, not realizing what exactly had he done. He absolutely had no idea why did Melyssa go on to destroy this moment between the two, but he made an attempt to stand up as fast as he could to run after her and take hold of her. If he was too slow, he would even use his magic - telekinessis to either make himself go faster, or pull Melyssa back. \u0026quot;Wait!\u0026quot; he said to her, but ultimately, none of it was hard enough to truly prevent Melyssa from going if she wanted. Whether he took her hand physically, or used his telekinessis to hold her back, he didn\u0026apos;t hold her back strongly enough to truly prevent her from getting away if she really wanted - only to send a message that he didn\u0026apos;t want her to go.\u003Cbr\u003EUnfortunately, in the end, she slipped away from him, not looking him in the eyes. In his rush, he used his magic to pull her ring into his hand, and then ran after Melyssa. Even if he couldn\u0026apos;t catch her, he could still catch where her room is, and knock on it. \u0026quot;Melyssa, wait! I said wait!\u0026quot; he said in a demanding tone. He may have made a big mistake, but he was completely oblivious to that. Yet he was determined. He was persistent. He was not going to let go of Melyssa this easily. Not at all. One way or another, he is going to get a speaking audience with Melyssa - either via the muffling of her door, or directly. He was determined.\n",               "date": "2018-05-24T23:32:22.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527197542,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa She was hurt. She was crying as she made her way away from his, as much as she could. \u003Cbr\u003EThe way he\u0026apos;d have slipped the ring into her and pretending she accepted to marry him, pretend that she\u0026apos;d said he loved him and wanted to be his wife, his soulmate, like that... It hurt her to no end. She felt used. She was accostumed to being used, naturally. But that\u0026apos;s why it hurt - because he\u0026apos;d make it seem like he wanted more than that. Instead, she now feels like he just wanted to use her in a different way. Had he raped her when they first met wouldn\u0026apos;t have hurt so badly than his attempt to make her his wife, without her consent at all.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Leave.\u0026quot; She said simply, loudly but sternly, gritting her teeth as she\u0026apos;d cast a spell to reinforce the door, making it so he wouldn\u0026apos;t be able to breach in unless he\u0026apos;d use magic himself.\u003Cbr\u003EThen she sank down, sitting on the floor, against the bed, curling up, trembling. She felt stupid. She berated herself, in her mind, for letting it have come to this. She should have never let such feelings flourish, she should have never let him go as far as to propose to her. This was all her fault, for giving into his foolishness. Now, she was hurt, she felt bleeding there, sobbing. All because she had once more tried to avoid her role of merely being a dutiful, compliant, unopinated maid.\n",               "date": "2018-05-24T23:48:07.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527198487,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond refused to leave. As a matter of fact. He remained there, thinking to himself.... Did he get the signals wrong? Did he... misjudge everything? She kept telling him that she feels like she doesn\u0026apos;t deserve to be loved.... so he thought to himself that she wanted to return his feelings badly.... which would translate to actually returning his feelings, just refusing to acknowledge them. But no. He was dead wrong... but he didn\u0026apos;t know how he was wrong. He felt pain inside, but it was not just the pain of rejection - it is also the pain of being made a fool, of having his openness backfire on him. He said it to Melyssa again - he always tried to shield himself from his own emotions, always waiting for his chance to come out of his mental shell and open himself up... and when that happens, it backfires terribly. Because this happened.\u003Cbr\u003EHe didn\u0026apos;t use magic to breach the door. He just talked - he hoped her magic didn\u0026apos;t prevent sounds from coming in. \u0026quot;Listen, Melyssa! Why? Why did you do this? I was ready to give myself to you fully.... but now I know. I was a fool. I allowed myself to harbor feelings of affection for you, even while knowing that you have a darker side you refuse to show me. But, despite all this, despite your past, despite how much you hate yourself, how much you consider yourself the devil.... I was willing to love you and give myself over to you. Now I know why... my feelings for you are one-sided, I assume. To you, I must be a foolish man, with a foolish infatuation for you, who needs a good smack on his head to get woken up into reality.... Well, this man wants to love you no matter what you are! The real you!\u0026quot; he said, stomping the ground once in his anger.\u003Cbr\u003EAfter that... if Melyssa does not say anything or let him in... he just leaves, as she ordered, with an angry expression on his face, and tears in his eyes. The woman he was willing to tie the knot with.... had rejected him.\n",               "date": "2018-05-24T23:57:23.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527199043,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa just steps over and collapses over her bed, sobbing. She feels like an idiot. To her, he had just trampled over the feelings she was harboring, flourishing. That he had ignored everything she had said, she had opened out about her struggles and anguishes, and just cared for sating his own romantic desires.\u003Cbr\u003EShe didn\u0026apos;t reply to him. He had not listened before, and she considered vain effort speaking to someone who does not listen.\u003Cbr\u003E\n",               "date": "2018-05-27T18:56:06.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527440166,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond only made his appearence the next day. Deliberately avoiding Melyssa, he tried to make his way into the wine cellar early to pilfer some of the fine vintage without being noticed by her. That\u0026apos;s why he sneaked around and deliberately tried to be early. He really wanted to avoid her this time. He was subconsciously accused of being someone who does not listen, but it wasn\u0026apos;t true - he merely wanted to make things better. But this time, he figured, he would have to get back to the old ways to flush it all out.\n",               "date": "2018-05-27T18:58:44.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527440324,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa There really was no way past the dilligent maid, however.\u003Cbr\u003EShe wanted to avoid him also. But without master Aetharis around, it was her duty to stop any such misdeeds as taking booze without paying for it.\u003Cbr\u003ESo, just as usual, while he was opening up the wine cellar\u0026apos;s door, she\u0026apos;d crept over, standing some two meters behind him, and said.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;That still is a restricted area, sir Stephanus...\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003EShe looked him the eyes again. But, they were colder, a lot more than the previous day. She had no intention to let her feelings run wild and cause her the pain she felt just that day before. In truth, wine would be a comfort for her as well.\n",               "date": "2018-05-27T19:05:45.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527440745,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond did not want to look at the maid. He tried go around, he refused to look her in the eyes. He didn\u0026apos;t want to look in the eyes someone who rejected him yesterday. No. In fact, he was being conflicted: one part of him still had those strong feelings for her... the other wanted to pretend she doesn\u0026apos;t exist. And this time, the latter was the one trying to dominate him.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Don\u0026apos;t you call me that... You have no permission to call me by my first name.\u0026quot; he said quite plainly and clearly. But off course, if yesterday was any lesson to Melyssa, it was that he was just acting salty, while secretly still wanting to hug Melyssa tightly. By this time, she should have figured that all out. \u0026quot;Master Aetharis gave me permission to borrow some wine. I might report your lack of cooperation to him to take note.\u0026quot; he cleared his throat. No he wasn\u0026apos;t - he wasn\u0026apos;t going to report anything to Aetharis. He was just playing salty, as usual. It was pretty clear he wanted a hug, but was playing the tough guy male-tsundere.\n",               "date": "2018-05-27T19:10:24.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527441024,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa His colder attitude is refreshing to Melyssa. Were he to be insistent, it\u0026apos;d only hurt her more. Sighing, she crosses her arms, tilting her head a bit.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Alright, master Tavilrond. I\u0026apos;ll refrain from addressing you too casually. Now, even tho I trust that must be true, master Aetharis said nothing to me on the matter. I haven\u0026apos;t even seen him around today. When exactly did he give such a permission? Also, why not just pay for it as it\u0026apos;s the rightful thing to do? I know you\u0026apos;re not short on money.\u0026quot; He had payed her four gold coins for a hug just the previous day after all...\n",               "date": "2018-05-27T19:19:16.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527441556,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond still refused to give Melyssa that eye contact, thinking it would be a waste of time.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Good. I will only allow those I deem close to me to address me by first name. My friends. You are not one of them.\u0026quot; he was actually lying. He secretly loved her romantically. But this was probably the best for now. \u0026quot;I have had permission to do that long before you even came to this castle, and I have already told you about that.... Oh, speaking of money.... I think I paid you for a service yesterday that you refused to provide me, yes?\u0026quot; in reality, he didn\u0026apos;t remember clearly if he paid Melyssa for the whole get-into-the-room shebang, but he thought that he maybe did. \u0026quot;You really are a nuisance... But fine, have it your way. I\u0026apos;ll pay for the wine if that\u0026apos;s what will it take to get rid of you.\u0026quot; Yes, suspiciously specific denial. It\u0026apos;s not because he likes her or anything! He really is not the type that would throw insults at someone for no reason at all. Not even at his enemies. So it\u0026apos;s clear that he\u0026apos;s being tsundere. But is she going to be oblivious to it? Part of him wished yes, part of him wished no.\u003Cbr\u003EAnd he still refused to look her in the eye.\n",               "date": "2018-05-27T19:25:03.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527441903,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa She noticed that denial to look her in the eyes. She figured she had hurt him too, badly it seemed. But he caused it on himself. For not being patient. For not giving her time, and instead, trying to force her to fully respond to the feelings he had abruptly developed for her. Thinking back of it leaves a bad taste in her mouth...\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EAnd yet, she can\u0026apos;t help but find his stance amusing. He had not payed her for \u0026apos;room service\u0026apos; the last day, but that made no difference as she still felt in debt to him since he payed her double on their first - and so far only - time together. Then again, that might just have been considered a tip... but again, he\u0026apos;d pay exorbitantly for just a hug the past day.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EWanting to test how strongly his rejecting stance would go, as well as not being one to enjoy being in debt and not paying up, she says simply. \u0026quot;You didn\u0026apos;t pay me anything yesterday but the wine and the hug. Yet, I do feel in debt to you, because you\u0026apos;ve been overpaying me for each service you wanted. Yesterday, you payed three gold coins more for a hug I asked half a gold coin for...\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-05-27T19:35:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527442526,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa \u0026quot;So, for such three gold coins, should I fellate you? Or perhaps, use my breasts?\u0026quot; Figuring he\u0026apos;d reject it, tho she wasn\u0026apos;t gonna back down if he wouldn\u0026apos;t.\n",               "date": "2018-05-27T19:42:04.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527442924,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond tried to come up with a simple response. \u0026quot;I pay for good quality. That is all.\u0026quot; at least, that\u0026apos;s how he tried to explain himself away for her. He regretted saying these words, as it probably gave it all away - he considers her superb quality. Even superior to those with whom he has been before. Even compared to the ones she unfavorably compared herself to. So he had to add these words.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;You know full well while I paid you so much. So don\u0026apos;t ask any stupid questions, if you already know the answers to them. You know full well what am I looking for... something you are incapable of providing. I was a fool to assume otherwise.\u0026quot; Still refusing to look her in the eyes, he made his attempt to flank her and walk away, not even caring about the wine anymore - unless she took his hand or tried to stop him. \u0026quot;Just stop asking stupid questions. You\u0026apos;ll make everyone\u0026apos;s lives easier that way.\u0026quot; he said for the last time. He wasn\u0026apos;t a mind-reader, but he was guessing that she felt guilty about not being the obedient, unopinionated maid she felt obliged to be - so he figured he would throw in even more salt by saying \u0026apos;stop asking stupid questions\u0026apos;. He even considered just saying \u0026apos;Stop asking questions\u0026apos;, but figured it would have been even ruder, unnecessary.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EIn the end however, it seems that she had her lsat words. Fellatio? \u0026quot;... but I guess I won\u0026apos;t look a gift horse in the mouth. Fine. One last time, before I try to erase you from my memories.\u0026quot; he said, stopping in his tracks. No, no, no! Stupid Stephanus! With her amazing skills, she is going to make you forget that you were angry at her! Stupid, stupid, stupid!\n",               "date": "2018-05-27T19:44:03.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527443043,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa Truthfully, she didn\u0026apos;t take offense at anything he said. It was too easy to read trough it all, so to her it was just grumpy gibberish. As he walked away, she wouldn\u0026apos;t try to stop him, there was no point in it. She was hurt, but as her feelings weren\u0026apos;t that deep, she could regenerate from it faster. She figured it\u0026apos;d take him more time. She wanted to tell him why she reacted how she did, as it seemed like he had missed the point on how his actions offended her feelings, but still...\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EShe\u0026apos;s about to walk away too, when he stops and asks for that.\u003Cbr\u003ETurning to look at him, she was both surprised and amused that his resolve for denying her wavered and failed before the prospect of getting his cock in her mouth.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EShe sighed. Men...\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Alright. I take it you might want some wine too? Port wine once more? I\u0026apos;ll pick a decent bottle, wait for me in the lounge.\u0026quot; Referring to the place where they were yesterday too, with the armchairs and small tables.\n",               "date": "2018-05-27T19:55:28.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527443728,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond shakes his head. \u0026quot;No... no wine is needed. Not this time. We aren\u0026apos;t about to engage in a discussion that will inevitably end with you rejecting me through and through again. Let\u0026apos;s simply get to the point as soon as possible.\u0026quot; well, this was different. Normally, he would ask for something more romantic, something with more build-up. Normally, he\u0026apos;d propose to wine and dine her on his expense before the inevitable - but no, not this time. This was to drive the point even further down that he wanted love and affection first and foremost, but after that was denied from him, he decided to use Melyssa for her intended purpose.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EHe already knew where her room was, and figured she wasn\u0026apos;t going to fellate him in the wine cellars or anything like that... But on second thoughts, he had a radical idea in his head - why not do it here and now? Get it over with as soon as possible, so he can get to whatever he was about to do, without having to go through the pain of going into her room. He almost said \u0026apos;lead the way\u0026quot;, but he changed his mind, saying. \u0026quot;Allright. Let\u0026apos;s do it here and now. No one will see us, and even if they did... I paid you for a service where I dictate the terms.\u0026quot; He said, but still hd the decency to wait for her response instead of pulling his pants down that instant. Which meant that even if she insisted in going up to her room, he would have followed through.\n",               "date": "2018-05-27T20:03:08.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527444188,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa The request took her by surprise, and less amusement. To just ask her to blow him right there, so non-chalantly...\u003Cbr\u003EWell, it\u0026apos;s not like it made much difference, on a second thought. She planned to perform at the lounge, which wasn\u0026apos;t exactly a secluded place either. But the way he requested it, unnerved her.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EAlright, so it was gonna be like this then. So be it...\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EShe stepped to him, and with a hand, pushed him back, not harshly, but with strength that might\u0026apos;ve surprised him - as she imbued her movement with a bit of magic -, to have him against the wall, leaning close to him, staring him silently, before sinking down to her knees.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EUnbuckling him, slowly, she\u0026apos;d glance up from time to time, to check if he\u0026apos;d keep averting her eyes, before looking down as his phallus would come to sight.\n",               "date": "2018-05-27T20:18:09.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527445089,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond was having a harder time refusing to look Melyssa in the eyes. But he did have the decency to at least make an attempt to pull down his pants as soon as he got pushed against the walls... at least, more or less. The loincloth had to come off too, but that took a little bit longer. After that, his phallus came into Melyssa\u0026apos;s sight. It was the same size, shape, form and colour as it was when they had sex the first time.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003ETruth be told, he wanted to avoid going to her room because he knew, that it would have involved actual emotions, it would have forced him to make even more confessions. While he still tried avoiding Melyssa\u0026apos;s eyes, he was no longer avoiding her face altogether. He looked down at her as she was doing her job, carefully looking away any moment she would look up. It\u0026apos;s like they were romantically involved or anything.\n",               "date": "2018-05-27T20:21:38.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527445298,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa She looks at your fully erect cock, much so to her surprise. Despite all the act, it seems like his body urged for the pleasures her own could give...\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EOn a very brief thought, she wonders if she should just do a straight up mechanical blow, get him off quickly or even do it worse than she can do intentionally, as maybe to give him too much pleasure wouldn\u0026apos;t help him in getting over her at all... But she shuns that away, of course. It\u0026apos;s not like her to ever be sloppy on purpouse. What she must do, she does it devotedly.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EOn the other hand, she isn\u0026apos;t exactly a skilled fellatrix either...\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EWith one hand gently gripping his shaft and her mouth opening a bit, she puts her lips on his tip, pecking it, realizing her lips are dry. Pulling back, she runs her tongue over them to wet them, and leans again, pecking just his mushroomy tip, and then sliding it in, slowly, spreading her lips more as she takes the first inch of shaft too - her tongue pushing up and caressing his tip wetly, rolling around it too.\n",               "date": "2018-05-27T20:31:07.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527445867,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond must have had cheap tastes, because the kiss of Melyssa\u0026apos;s dry lips on his erect member didn\u0026apos;t see bad to him at all. Either because his standards were extremely low, or because it was Melyssa. Either way, he moans, and he does it loud. He hasn\u0026apos;t been sucked off in a looooong time, so it feels amazing to him. Even a probably sub-par fellatio feels good to him, if it\u0026apos;s an actual fellatio, and Melyssa does it. The way she kisses it, the way she rolls her tongue around it, the way she takes it into his mouth. It feels so professional to him. So he moans a lot, making it clear that he is definitely enjoying this first-class treatment.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EHe rewards Melyssa by instinctively putting his hand onto her head to rub it like it belonged to a kitten or something, further betraying his true feelings for her. After all, one wouldn\u0026apos;t do it for a true prostitute, would he? So he keeps moaning and rubbing her head. \u0026quot;Yes, good girl.... keep going.\u0026quot; he says. That\u0026apos;s all he could say. She was a real professional, it seemed.\n",               "date": "2018-05-27T20:37:37.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527446257,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa She feels him softening in his treatment of her and it soothes her, warms her.\u003Cbr\u003EDamnit. She knows it shouldn\u0026apos;t.\u003Cbr\u003ETho, on the other hand, she would prefer to be on good terms with him regardless...\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003ELooking up to him as he caresses her head, she pushes forth, sliding inch after inch of his member in her mouth, suckling all along, almost taking him down her throat but stopping there, mouthing half his dick and pulling back, then forth again, starting to slowly bob on his man pole, leaving it well coated in her warm saliva.\n",               "date": "2018-05-27T21:01:01.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527447661,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond makes another moan, almost as if it was somewhat painful. \u0026quot;Ahhh... ahhh!\u0026quot; - but ofcourse, he was overflowing in pleasure while she was bobbing her head back and forth. Oh, he would prefer to be on good terms with her too... but his ambition to eventually make her his wife still remains. And he can\u0026apos;t just give up on that. He must always give back what he thinks he owes others - if he asked Aetharis to go through with the proposition that she give her services only to him.... he\u0026apos;d still feel obligated to be loyal to her, to cherish her. That\u0026apos;s the true origins of his desire to marry her. That\u0026apos;s what she must have misunderstood.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003ENevertheless, there is no time to discuss such abstract philosophical questions with himself right now, as he is too busy enjoying the treatment Melyssa is giving him, and rewarding her with head-rubbing. \u0026quot;Yes, yes, good girl...\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-05-27T21:05:53.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527447953,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa Forth and back, she sucks on his hard, throbbing member, a fluster blushing trough her face as, inevitably, she feels greatly aroused with the taste and scent of his manhood filling her senses. Rubbing her tights together subtly, she starts speeding up her pace, until a few minutes in she\u0026apos;s bobbing on his dick quickly, purring out a soft moan of her own against his throbbing flesh, feeling a mix of saliva and precum thinly drizzle down her chin as she look up to him with his cock sticking deep in her mouth, his underside caressed directly by her velvety tongue.\n",               "date": "2018-05-27T21:12:56.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527448376,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond couldn\u0026apos;t think he could moan any harder, but apparently Melyssa proved him wrong. \u0026quot;Aah...arrrgh! Yes! You are perfect! ... Ahh... I love you!\u0026quot; .... \u0026quot;Ahhh... Wait, what did I just say? Aahhhh!\u0026quot; he moaned out....\u003Cbr\u003E~ Wait.... what did I just say? ~\u003Cbr\u003EAs if it wasn\u0026apos;t already obvious enough, that is. But it seemed like he wasn\u0026apos;t the only one moaning. The fact that Melyssa also started duing it wasn\u0026apos;t lost on him. He couldn\u0026apos;t take this for much longer, and just a minute or two, he once again, ended up erupting like a volcano, shooting everything he had, all that semi-transparent, white, hot liquid straight into Melyssa\u0026apos;s mouth. Even if this was a several minutes long session, he still felt he was coming too early. After all, she was just beginning to do it properly, to do it fast, to truly satiate him. But in the end, he moaned somewhat softer, somewhat mixed with a sigh of relief. \u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Aaaahh.... yes... you are perfect....\u0026quot; he said, rubbing Melyssa\u0026apos;s head one last time, but his member was still in her mouth. \u0026quot;Yes... good girl...\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-05-27T21:17:36.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527448656,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa The little declaration wasn\u0026apos;t lost on her either, but she took it well enough in the heat of the moment, even feeling an inevitable tingle of happiness that his feelings for her weren\u0026apos;t as shallow as to dissappear overnight, even tho she couldn\u0026apos;t retribute them in the way he wanted her to, and to her, had tried to force her to.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EShe sucks with gusto, but once she\u0026apos;s sucking him quicker, harder, wetter, he reaches his orgasm and she feels jet after long, gooey jet hitting the back of her throat and coating her tongue.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EHeavily flustered, she suckles on his tip gently, as his orgasm starts to subside, and the pops him out, her mouth sealed with a little droplet of his seed on the left corner of her lips.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EAnd then she gulps, twice, loudly, panting out after. And realizing that stray droplet, she runs her tongue there, capturing it, and eating it too, effectively having thus drank every drop of his sperm. Keeping herself on her knees as she looks up, flustered and aroused, but keeping as much composture as she can. \u0026quot;W-Was that satisfactory, sir Tavilrond?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-05-27T21:37:41.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527449861,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond nods. \u0026quot;Yes.... anything you do is satisfactory....\u0026quot; his orgasm still hasn\u0026apos;t subsided completely - he was still somewhat dazed from the orgasm and treatment he received. It was like coming out of a massage - sure, you get all relaxed and whatnot, but you also lose your ability to co-ordinat properly, time just starts flowing in an entirely different manner, everything is blurred out, all sounds are muffled, everything looks and sounds steamy... It will take some time until the effects subside.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EBut even in such a state, he managed to - albeit in a clumsy manner - pull up his pants at least partially, just to access his purse... \u0026quot;M-maybe we can sh-do more... yesh... maybe I should repay you and do the shame to you ash well, Melyssha...\u0026quot; he says... \u0026quot;I will sh-pay you fo\u0026apos; it... \u0026quot; clearly, Melyssa\u0026apos;s blowjob was so magical that it had a similar effect on him as some kind of drug, or even alcohol. Orgasm doesn\u0026apos;t usually have this kind of effect on a man. Or rather, not this radically. But his offer to give Melyssa a cunulingus and even pay for it... That\u0026apos;s a change from what he said earlier.\n",               "date": "2018-05-27T21:43:28.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527450208,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa heard him out, a smile breaking in the corner of her lips, very briefly, before she puts her more neutral face again, slowly letting the arousal slip away as she rises.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EAnd she pecks his cheek, simply.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Let\u0026apos;s not jump ahead of ourselves, once more. I\u0026apos;m happy I pleased you. But I have work to do around here now, alright, master Tavilrond?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-05-27T21:48:34.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527450514,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond was played again - her peck on his cheek was the last straw that broke his anger\u0026apos;s back for her... This must have been some kind of black magic, to make him, someone angry with her moment ago - declaring his love for her. He looked at her. \u0026quot;Wait... jusht call me Shteph... I.... I want ush to.... I will ashk mashter Aetharish to... you know. I\u0026apos;ll work out the resht...\u0026quot; he said, meaning that he will take Aetharis\u0026apos;s offer to arrange that Melyssa please only him from that moment on. \u0026quot;But I\u0026apos;ll shtill dream of...\u0026quot; of marrying her one day. But he didn\u0026apos;t say that. HE had been impatient. But he will take the opportunity to take Aetharis\u0026apos;s offer, and work his way around things.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EThen he eventually pulled everything back up, took out ten coins from his pocket, and pushed it into Melyssa\u0026apos;s hand. \u0026quot;Take. You\u0026apos;ve more than earned it.\u0026quot; But she was actually repaying him for the three extra coins he paid her earlier. Why the hell was he paying her so much again?\n",               "date": "2018-05-27T21:52:44.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527450764,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa almost giggled at his lack of breath. She didn\u0026apos;t consider herself to be too skilled at sex, but it was evident she\u0026apos;d been perfect for him.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EStill, as he talks about talking to Aetharis, and implies marriage again, plus tries to give her the money for the act that already had been payed for in a way... She sighs, shaking her head.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;You still don\u0026apos;t understand. But that\u0026apos;s alright. See you around, sir Stephanus.\u0026quot; And she bows, turning and leaving, not taking the money.\n",               "date": "2018-05-27T21:57:33.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527451053,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond decides to wait for Melyssa to leave, not because he wanted to steal any wine to begin with - as he had already forgotten about it - he waited until he could breathe normally again, see normally again, hear normally again, and speak normally again... then he realized - unless Melyssa somehow remained - that he was all alone in the wine cellar.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E~ Oh? Well, don\u0026apos;t mind if I do! ~ suddenly remembering his original intend to \u0026apos;borrow\u0026apos; some wine... which, unless Melyssa catches him, he does by trying to sneak around and grab a bottle silently. tuck it into his small haversack - the one that contains even more gold than his pockets - and make a run for it. If Melyssa catches him now, he will snicker, almost like a child who was caught being naughty, but was too busy laughing at something to be sad about the punishment.\n",               "date": "2018-05-27T22:01:15.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527451275,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa Truthfully, the stoic maid would fail this time in preventing his misdeeds.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EShe excused herself out for having work, but she was on par with that. What she had to deal with was her arousal - and she didn\u0026apos;t feel like she could rely on him because it\u0026apos;d be taking two steps back and putting them on the verge of conflict again. She had no intention to play with his feelings, after all, so she didn\u0026apos;t wanna give him too much hope, especially as he seemed to cling to anything she did as a reminder that he could still try and marry her or other such nonsense - to her eyes.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003ESo she diligently made her way to her own room, locked the door... and curled on the bed, raised her skirt, and started to rub herself, pushing on her little clit, gasping out a moan as she caressed her wet slit with two fingers, again and again... In some minutes, crying out and arching in bed, as she\u0026apos;d get herself off. Thinking, trough her lonesome session, of the feeling of Stephanus\u0026apos;s member throbbing in her mouth, his semen pouring in her mouth, and now resting in her tummy... as well as the time they fucked, the other day, and fantasies of doing it again or of him eating her out...\n",               "date": "2018-05-27T22:08:52.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527451732,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond eventually made his way to the room he normally stayed in, putting his haversack onto his chair, then falling to his bed. Unlike Melyssa, he had no lewd thoughts after he went to bed. No session of masturbation. He was in those ways the opposite of Melyssa - he wasn\u0026apos;t nearly as sexual as her, he didn\u0026apos;t have a high sex drive, he didn\u0026apos;t desire it every time. But when he did, he made no secret of it. He was an honest man after all, who spoke what he felt. He eventually stood up, yawning and stretching his hands, to take out the bottle of wine from the haversack. He didn\u0026apos;t realize that his room\u0026apos;s door was still open, but he made no effort in closing it so far.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EHe opened the bottle, and began to drink the wine. Then he thought about Melyssa for a moment. Unlike her, who had fantasies of him fucking her, Stephanus had no fantasies of fucking Melyssa. His mind was filled with more childish, romantic images of him kissing Melyssa on the lips, him hugging Melyssa tightly, the two of them cuddling, the two of them at a wedding arch, the two of them holding hands and walking together in an arbitrary direction. Then he keeps drinking. No, still no lewd fantasies, only a few memories - but unlike Melyssa, he does not masturbate to them.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E~ One day, Melyssa, one day.... one day, I will make you my wife. Even if it will be in a hundred years. Even if it will be in another life. But I am certain, one day... I love you. I love you with all my heart. ~ he thought to himself, as he drank out all the wine. While still somewhat sober, he walked to the door, closing it, and locking the door. Then onto the bed. Then he could finally close his eyes to enter a slumber.\n",               "date": "2018-05-27T22:16:38.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527452198,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa would clean herself up and resume her work for that night. Just as the next day, she\u0026apos;d wake up early, bathe with water she\u0026apos;d heat herself with her magic, and after dressing up impecably as usual, would start cleaning up any spot in the castle that hadn\u0026apos;t had her cleaning it recently.\n",               "date": "2018-05-27T22:46:28.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527453988,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond would wake up the next day, leaving his room gruggy, still yawning constantly, as he made his way downstairs to have his typical lunch, waiting for his chance to eat and drink, as usual. ~ Let\u0026apos;s see what this day will have to offer for me... ~ he said. Off course, he didn\u0026apos;t go down without anything to make him smell good. Sure, he didn\u0026apos;t go to the bathhouse, but he certainly cleaned himself with a wet towel before leaving the room, and used a combination of herbs and perfumes to make himself smell decent... before leaving his room, not feeling fresh at all.\n",               "date": "2018-05-27T22:49:27.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527454167,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa Leans over a balcony, overseeing the gardens. A bit too bright, almost an eyesore, but unaccounting for that, a beautiful sight non the less. A glass of wine next to her, half taken already. Contrary to usually, she\u0026apos;d not wear a uniform, but a slim, short sleeved summerly dress - asside for the black colour.\n",               "date": "2018-05-30T17:50:07.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527695407,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond comes up a bit later, making his way to the very same balcony that Melyssa is at. He is wearing his usual set of somewhat aristocratic-looking, but comfortable clothes. Off course, as soon as he makes it out to get exposed to direct sunlight, he straggers back a little, covering his forehead with his hand. \u0026quot;Ah, sunlight... Oh hey, lovely Melyssa... you look gorgeous in those clothes....\u0026quot; he said. Actually, she looks gorgeous in just about any clothes.\n",               "date": "2018-05-30T18:32:51.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527697971,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa ran a hand trough her hair, let free and not tied in the usual ponytail, glancing back and smiling. \u0026quot;Oh, if it isn\u0026apos;t sir Stephanus. Why did I have a feeling you\u0026apos;d appear... Well, want wine? It is of the cheapest of master Aetharis\u0026apos;s collection but surprisingly good.\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003EMelyssa didn\u0026apos;t lie in saying she had a feeling he\u0026apos;d appear - she even had another glass ready, next to the bottle she signalled to. She wouldn\u0026apos;t serve him this time, she was on her day off after all.\n",               "date": "2018-05-30T18:37:25.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527698245,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond did briefly - for a moment - consider rejecting the offer, but in the end, he decided to play along. \u0026quot;Off course. How could I reject the offer of a flower whose beauty surpasses that of every other?\u0026quot; he said, smiling at Melyssa, even while he managed to sneak in shameless flirting and romancing into the way he accepted her offer. The flower whose surpasses that of every other. \u0026quot;Well then, shall we take a sample from this fine vintage of the lord?\u0026quot; he asked Melyssa, waiting for her to begin pouring into the other glass - his glass, that is.\n",               "date": "2018-05-30T18:39:35.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527698375,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa was a bit surprised he didn\u0026apos;t just poured it himself, but non the less, as she\u0026apos;d made the invitation to drink, got around to take the bottle and pour him a cup, handing it to him, and setting the bottle asside again.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Well, I\u0026apos;m sure your taste is quite more refined, tho I hope my pick isn\u0026apos;t too bellow your standarts. Well, not that master Aetharis has any bad wine in his cellar I guess, but still.\u0026quot; Turning around, back against her balcony. \u0026quot;In case you\u0026apos;re curious, I\u0026apos;m on my day off by the way. Ah, and naturally, I payed for that wine already. Wouldn\u0026apos;t do what I prohibits other from.\u0026quot; Chuckling as she\u0026apos;s obviously suggesting towards the times she barred him from taking his wine first and paying another time.\n",               "date": "2018-05-30T18:44:45.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527698685,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond didn\u0026apos;t pour, becasue he was the invited one, off course. But he gladly took the glass after she poured into it.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;My tastes aren\u0026apos;t as picky as you might think. The life of a knight isn\u0026apos;t just high-class wine and the finest of food... it\u0026apos;s also sleeping in mud, starving, and eating whatever is available. Even then... the fact that you are here with me will make it taste infinitely good.\u0026quot; he smiled, and then he began to eventually drink. \u0026quot;Oh, it IS good! You have a very good taste! You truly know what makes a man happy...\u0026quot; he said to her.\n",               "date": "2018-05-30T18:48:05.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527698885,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa nodded. \u0026quot;Thank you.\u0026quot; His over-flattery weighted a bit on her, tho she did want his company, to which she tried changing subjects. \u0026quot;I figure you\u0026apos;ve waged your share of wars. Is it as bad as it is told of? I mostly lived my life in chateaus and great halls as a servant, I wouldn\u0026apos;t know one thing about military asside from what I\u0026apos;ve read.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-05-30T18:52:11.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527699131,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond sighs before drinking a bit more wine. \u0026quot;Oh, it is much worse. The life of a noble knight is... the opposite of all stereotypes about the aristocrat. He wears rusty armour, he must sleep in conditions quite far from that of a palace, he must eat whatever food is available to avoid starvation, he must even drink the dirty water - as nothing better is available during war. And then come the battles, during which your survival isn\u0026apos;t guaranteed. You may die a gruesome death of a having your limbs cut off, or your body pierced with many errors, or burned to death in an exploding fireball.... Oh, I\u0026apos;m sorry, I got carried away.\u0026quot; telling a tale at first, only realizing how carried away he got, deciding to change everything in a panic. \u0026quot;This is a beautiful day, a beautiful garden, the most beautiful flower of all sitting next to me... this is supposed to be a time of happiness, not gruesome war stories.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-05-30T18:56:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527699386,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa heard him out, feeling he was at many parts reminiscing; sighing and nodding in agreement. \u0026quot;Alright, let\u0026apos;s not talk of that. Tho, I must say, it is quite different ot the aristocrats I knew, most certainly...\u0026quot; Drinking another sip, she swirls the last purple gulp still on the glass, looking to it. \u0026quot;You know, you needn\u0026apos;t compliment me so much. It, keeps giving me the impression of how you put me on a pedestal. Truly, I don\u0026apos;t want to be idolized, at all...\u0026quot; She finishes the last gulp, and turns to you. \u0026quot;Tell me something you dislike of me. Greatly, preferably. Tell me there\u0026apos;s nothing and I shall go for a stroll on my own.\u0026quot; She threatens only as to not give him an easy way out in using the chance to flatter her again.\n",               "date": "2018-05-30T19:03:32.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527699812,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond gets cornered by Melyssa\u0026apos;s threat. \u0026quot;Something I.... I don\u0026apos;t like about you? Hmmmm... You want me to be brutally honest, don\u0026apos;t you? Very well....\u0026quot; he said, sighing. \u0026quot;You seem to ask a lot of questions at inconvenient times. You dig deep, often too deep. And.... I guess this is more of a fault with me than you, but I guess I resent that my feelings for you are one-sided. Aside from that, what don\u0026apos;t I like about you... I think it\u0026apos;s your reluctance to open yourself up, while at the same time constantly trying to dig deep in others.... and your tendency to stop me from drinking wine.\u0026quot; he laughed at the end, joking obviously.\n",               "date": "2018-05-30T19:07:04.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527700024,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa\u0026apos;s surprised how much he does open up. She was expecting something along how she didn\u0026apos;t open up easily, but the problem with her making questions surprises, and bothers her. She looks away. \u0026quot;I, didn\u0026apos;t mean to offend with questions. Our first talk, about this place and the past, you were the one who offered to discuss it. And right now I would\u0026apos;ve settled for just a \u0026apos;yes\u0026apos; or \u0026apos;no\u0026apos;, I was just trying to make for a topic that wouldn\u0026apos;t revolve around me or how you feel about me.\u0026quot; Dammit, she feels annoyed, even tho she knows she was the one who asked for this. \u0026quot;I can\u0026apos;t say if your feelings are one-sided. To a large extent yes because, you just fell too quickly for me. But... I can say that when I tried to open up, I felt you didn\u0026apos;t pay attention at all, Stephanus. Because I opened up on how I don\u0026apos;t think I\u0026apos;ll ever feel worthy of marrying someone, and you just sneaked a wedding ring on my finger...\u0026quot; She\u0026apos;s borderline angry. On the other hand, she is opening up once more, letting out her feelings. The wine certainly aiding in that, otherwise she\u0026apos;d have chosen to just let it back, burried.\n",               "date": "2018-05-30T19:13:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527700406,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond shakes his head. \u0026quot;I didn\u0026apos;t ignore what you said about yourself. It was a misunderstanding. I thought I made it as clear as the sun that in spite of all the bad things you attribute to yourself, I still have those feelings for you, and I will love you, for who you are - even if it\u0026apos;s something with a darker interior, something that others do not see. I wanted to... and still want to marry you, not because I ignore all your flaws, but because you are you. Whether you are worthy of someone\u0026apos;s love... let that person decide that. In my case, I deem you very much worthy. I only regret falling so quickly for you and not having more patience.\u0026quot; he said, rather calmly, before drinking more of the wine. \u0026quot;The less worthy you consider yourself of marrying, or being loved by someone like me, the more I will insist on loving you. It\u0026apos;s not in spite of, but because of. Light cannot exist without darkness.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-05-30T19:18:56.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527700736,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa looks to you, and then down. \u0026quot;Maybe my darkness suits you, but your brightness often pains on me...\u0026quot; Taking a hand to cover one of her eyes as she leans on the balcony and sighing deeply.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I loved someone once, badly. And she loved me back too. We were together, as many nights as we could, as every day we worked along for our blood-thirsty mistress. Her name was Diana. She was so bright and light too. And I couldn\u0026apos;t even say goodbye, as she was taken, murdered and disposed off, all so briefly. I told you bits of this already, haven\u0026apos;t I? The Countess that I served, and that killed young woman to bathe in their blood... Often, I helped these naive girls bathe, and comb, and dress, and pamper them, knowing full well I was just preparing them for their sacrifice, but not speaking a word. And I never truly regretted it, until Diana was killed just the same way, for breaking a dish in the kitchen. Only then I realized... what a fowl creature I was, for never feeling more than some pitty, some silent sympathy for the girls that had been killed that far, when someone dear as butchered the same way as any other...\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-05-30T19:29:06.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527701346,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond listened to her story, but felt like something was amiss. She loved a woman? No, that can\u0026apos;t be right... the Melyssa he loves... loved a woman? That is a cardinal sin in his religion - normally, he would have been obliged to take matters into his own hands and enforce the laws. But he just listened. After all, after all he said to Melyssa, he was forced to be understanding. He was forced to sympatize with her. Even if she - and her dead friend - were sodomites he would normally condemn and call irrepentant sinners who deserve hellfire, he couldn\u0026apos;t help but sympatize with them, for what happened to her friend at the mansion.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I... I\u0026apos;m sorry about that. What happened to Diana was horrible. Those killed her are the most foul demons that exist on the realm of mankind, and should suffer a death of boiling hot excrement. But it was not your fault. It was never your fault. You tried your best to make the best of a bad situation. Anyone else in your boots would have acted the same. You were cornered, you didn\u0026apos;t have a choice. So you shouldn\u0026apos;t feel any guilt for that. Even I wouldn\u0026apos;t have acted differently were I in your shoes, believe me.\u0026quot; he says, trying to reassure her, placing a hand onto her shoulders. \u0026quot;You are not evil. The people who unjustly murdered Diana are the pure evil. You did absolutely nothing wrong. You did what any human being would do in that situation.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-05-30T19:36:34.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527701794,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa She looks to you, and shakes her head. \u0026quot;You\u0026apos;re honorable... you would\u0026apos;ve tried, y-you would\u0026apos;ve tried to save those girls. To flee that place and dennounce what was happening. S-Something, I don\u0026apos;t know... Yes, most humans would do as I did, b-but that just makes me despise them too. There had to have been a way but, as long as I was comfortable with her I, d-didn\u0026apos;t really care... Now I don\u0026apos;t have her, a-and I must live in regret for my sins... For her and all those t-that I refused to try and save, to try and stand up for. Even if it had meant poisoning the Countess. I c-could\u0026apos;ve done that too, I had so many chances, and it would have ended her massacre...\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-05-30T19:46:09.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527702369,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond kept his hand on Melyssa\u0026apos;s shoulders. \u0026quot;Listen, my beloved sweetheart... I\u0026apos;d hate to break it to you, but you are only human, like everyone else. You are a human being with human limits, and you have devoted your life to... something other than what I did. I have devoted my life to saving people like you. I have done it, so the likes of you won\u0026apos;t have to. Allow me to bear this cross for you, and for the dead girl you loved. My duty is to protect and serve, so that others won\u0026apos;t have to. Those others also include you... Not just because I love you, but because you are an innocent woman, whose only sins and crimes are those that are inherent to humanity. You are safe now. No massacre is going to happen again.\u0026quot; he tried to reassure her - he tried.\n",               "date": "2018-05-30T19:50:48.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527702648,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa She trembled, struggling with all her strengths not to just collapse into sobbing, as everything returned to her, so vivid. But she listens to you, and it calms her a bit. Partially tranquiziled, partially able to burry back those feelings, even if inevitably they\u0026apos;d try to burst out another time, Melyssa sighs, recomposed, taking a wrist to clean the tears that had formed and almost leaked down her face. She nods.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I-It\u0026apos;s in the past. And yes, it won\u0026apos;t happen again. I\u0026apos;m safe here, master Aetharis seems a decent enough man, asside the dark details you spoke of... and, I guess I, have you, looking over me.\u0026quot; Leaning forward, pressing her face against you.\n",               "date": "2018-05-30T19:57:51.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527703071,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond pressed his face against Melyssa\u0026apos;s. \u0026quot;I love you, Melyssa. I\u0026apos;ll try my best to always be with you, to protect you, and make sure you never lose anything you love again. I want you to be as happy as you can be, even if your dark past keeps haunting you like the evilest of spirits. I\u0026apos;ll be here for you.\u0026quot; he said, and kissed Melyssa\u0026apos;s cheek. Truth be told, he felt extremely guilt about the fact that he was tempted to laugh, as Melyssa called Aetharis a deccent man. Aetharis was a very complex man. A rapist, a murderer, an enslaver... but at the same time, a very generous man, who shared his wine with his friends, and even gave permission for Stephanus to have Melyssa all for himself. Truly a complex figure who is beyond human comprehension - and sadly, both Stephanus and Melyssa are human beings. Stephanus did not make an attempt to kiss Melyssa on the lips - he was content with just kissing her cheek. He didn\u0026apos;t know what else to say. \u0026quot;Melyssa, you deserve all the love there can be on this world. You\u0026apos;ve been through a lot, and you deserve love.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-05-30T20:02:38.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527703358,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa held onto you for some time, letting you kiss her cheek and saying that to her. Saying softly. \u0026quot;I wish I could love you back just the same, so easily... I really did... But, I cannot yet just accept such love and wed you, when I can\u0026apos;t give it back the same. I... Maybe in time. Maybe if I can change. But not today... Can you understand that?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-05-30T21:11:01.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527707461,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond nodded to Melyssa, still holding onto her. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;ll try my best to understand.... After all.... to truly love is to understand.\u0026quot; he tried to contort himself to that. \u0026quot;Maybe in time... Maybe eventually...\u0026quot; he said. Then, hefinally made his attempt to kiss Melyssa on the lips, but not suddenly at a.. All his movement towards her lips was slow, gradual and predictable - no sudden movies, giving her plenty of chance and time to resist if she didn\u0026apos;t want to consent.\n",               "date": "2018-05-30T21:13:52.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527707632,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa looked to him, and closed her eyes, leaning to kiss back in the same slowness, soon their lips meeting; a peck, that pushes into a deeper kiss, their tongues shyly meeting and loosing that shyness touch by touch, as they\u0026apos;ve been joined many times before now. Her hands slowly going around him too, so she\u0026apos;d pull herself against him.\u003Cbr\u003EShe was vulnerable, emotional... and she needed him, now. His comforting embrace. The feeling he gave her that she could be forgiven, that she should forgive herself. It was appeasing. Warm.\n",               "date": "2018-05-30T21:19:43.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527707983,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond embraced Melyssa warmly, having his hands wrapped around her body, having kissed her on the lips first, only to have their tongues shyly embrace each other too. He didn\u0026apos;t intend it to be a tongue-kiss - this was done on Melyssa\u0026apos;s initiative. He would have been perfectly content with just a lips-kiss - but this was perfect too. This time, there was no greed or lust in his way of kissing her - no greedily sucking on her tongue, only shy love and affection, his tongue shyly embracing itself with hers. He wanted to pack as much as love and affection into this kiss as he could. So he tried his best to make it slow, yet passionate.\n",               "date": "2018-05-30T21:22:27.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527708147,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa She makes out with him in that slow, delightful manner.\u003Cbr\u003EShe wanted to appreciate it thus, because, for the first time, it wasn\u0026apos;t done because he was paying her to, one way or another.\u003Cbr\u003EWhat occurred, and anything further that occurred, was her choice, her free choice. Remembering that, she felt happy, breaking the kiss. She had no ways of being as poetic when it came to such things - even tho not for work, she still couldn\u0026apos;t help but be clear, almost blunt in her words, but still, they obviously carried some affection.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Stephanus, would you like to spend the night with me? Not for gold, not for anything but my choice.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-05-30T21:35:35.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527708935,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond happily played along with the kiss until Melyssa eventually broke it. Even then, he was still left in a lovestruck euphoria, smiling at Melyssa, like he was in heaven. And she offered him a chance to sleep with her, not for gold, but out of her own will... he couldn\u0026apos;t help but to accept it. \u0026quot;Off course I accept it, my love. I will always accept it, now and forever.\u0026quot; he agreed, still looking at her smiling and dazed, left in a lufestruck euphoria. But, even with the kiss being broken, he was still holding Melyssa tightly.\n",               "date": "2018-05-30T21:39:12.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527709152,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa had trusted him. That he\u0026apos;d understand her emotional limits. If that was the case, she didn\u0026apos;t feel the need anymore to not allow herself to feel the affection for him that she did. Not blazing passion, but still, a warm care, and inevitably, desire too. He was a gentle but passionate lover. None since that who\u0026apos;d she lost had made her feel as good. Had made her feel loved, and not just used.\u003Cbr\u003EOf course, the night was still away.\u003Cbr\u003ESo she leaned and kissed him again, somewhat used to taking the initiative by now, or, best, to escalating the initiative, as he usually did the first move, but left it to her to up it\u0026apos;s intensity.\n",               "date": "2018-05-30T21:42:46.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527709366,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond leaned into and embraced the second kiss with Melyssa - this is what he was looking for all along. Not the raw lust he originally paid Melyssa for, but this. This is what he is always searching for, and he found it. He found someone to embrace, someone to hold tightly. Someone who gave him a reason to chase. And she, in her own way, responded to his feelings. Off course, the night was still away, but he kept embracing her. This time, however, after the kiss o nthe lips, he took the initiative to disconnect their lips, but only for a moment. \u0026quot;I love you.\u0026quot; he said, before kissing her once again, jumping straight to the tongue-licking phase of the kiss.\n",               "date": "2018-05-30T21:47:49.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527709669,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa She looks to you as you say that, and she smiles softly, nodding. She can\u0026apos;t say it back, as she\u0026apos;d warned, or she\u0026apos;d believe she\u0026apos;d be lying.\u003Cbr\u003ETho perhaps she just doesn\u0026apos;t realize that what she feels is a form of love already. Not so intense and blazing, but one where she cares for your company, for your well-being, for your happiness still.\u003Cbr\u003EKissing him more intensely too, she keeps making out with him for what feels like forever, flustered and panting by the end, having been too long since she truly indulged in a kiss like that.\n",               "date": "2018-05-30T21:54:12.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527710052,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond felt like this may have been one of the happiest moments of his life so far. Making out with the woman he loved in such a passionate way made him even more dazed, even less able to see things clearly. IN the aftermath of the long and passionate kiss, he felt like there was steam around him, like his vision was blurred and he could only see Melyssa\u0026apos;s face clearly. He felt like the whole world turned into some sort of beautiful dream. Love. He wished that this could go on forever. That they could be like this forever. Embracing and cuddling on the balcony, kissing passionately. \u0026quot;I wish we could be like this forever. Hugging and kissing each other while on the balcony, with me boldly declaring my love for you. This is one of the happiest moments of my life... if not the happiest one so far. I love you, Melyssa... The night is almost half a day away, but I wanted to say this. I love you.\u0026quot; he said to her, smiling. It felt like a sweet, smooth cream.\n",               "date": "2018-05-30T21:58:38.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527710318,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa \u0026quot;I... Care for you, Stephanus. And I\u0026apos;m happy, that you feel this way around me...\u0026quot; She said, truthfully, leaning and pecking him again. \u0026quot;Should, we take a walk trough the gardens, or, go to my room?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-05-30T22:23:41.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527711821,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond smiled at Melyssa, slowly standing up together with her. \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t mind it either way, my love. But perhaps we should start with the gardens, sweetheart.\u0026quot; he said, already giving her affectionate names again, standing up and taking her hand. He wouldn\u0026apos;t mind taking the longer route in the garden first, getting some more fresh air before heading to her room to spend the night with her.\n",               "date": "2018-05-30T22:25:12.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527711912,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa She nods, chuckling. \u0026quot;I figured you would. But, I like that. Let\u0026apos;s walk then, no time to be hasteful.\u0026quot; Giving you her arm to take her away, down to the floor level and out of the castle structure.\n",               "date": "2018-05-30T22:30:34.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527712234,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond gladly took Melyssa\u0026apos;s hand and walked hand-in-hand with her down to the floor level, and then out of the castle, smiling as happily as a schoolchild who just received a ton of candy. Except that he had an even better reason to be happy. He walked hand-in-hand with Melyssa, not letting go of her hand. Not at all. In fact, he even tried to turn it into the lover\u0026apos;s hold, with fingers interlocked with each other, difficult to separate - but it was up to her to accept that, or force him to be content with simple hand-holding while walking.\n",               "date": "2018-05-30T22:32:33.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527712353,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa She has no problem in locking fingers with him, glancing him with a blink. Walking quietly, enjoying the serenity of the place. Gazing at the mountains at the distance, cold and stoic, while commenting. \u0026quot;Since we both have troublesome pasts, what should we talk about then?\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-06-01T14:20:31.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527855631,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond walked together with Melyssa, smiling at her. \u0026quot;Hmmm... instead of our dark and troubled pasts, we should look forward to a bright future in each other\u0026apos;s arms. Yes, we should talk about the future....\u0026quot; but now Stephanus was having flashbacks of how Melyssa reacted when he proposed to her the sneaky way. \u0026quot;... I mean, let\u0026apos;s talk about the scenery.\u0026quot; he chuckled awkwardly, suddenly having changed his mind so suddenly,from a flashback. \u0026quot;The scenery is beautiful. The glorious mountains hold oh so many secrets. The trees whisper day and night, and the flowers are blooming... Off course, your beauty surpasses them all.\u0026quot; he said, looking at Melyssa and smiling at her.\n",               "date": "2018-06-01T14:22:59.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527855779,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa She chuckled at the change of topic, and nodded. \u0026quot;It is truly an inspiring sight. These mountains have been here for eras, and long after we\u0026apos;re gone they\u0026apos;ll be here still, gazed by countless others. This beauty of mine you see on the other hand won\u0026apos;t last more than a few decades, so, I don\u0026apos;t believe you\u0026apos;re right at all...\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-06-01T14:30:20.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527856220,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond had to change the topic at the right time - \u0026quot;Those mountains have been here for even longer than the existence of humankind. And they are staying here, even after the age of man is over. In fact, they may have been here forever.\u0026quot; he said, just thinking out loud. \u0026quot;But don\u0026apos;t underestimate yourself. They say that true beauty is timeless, and can be seen and felt, even when the person is well past their prime.\u0026quot; Off course, he was talking about a different kind of beauty there - not necessarily sexual attractiveness, but an aura of a sort. Or just a smile.\n",               "date": "2018-06-01T14:34:39.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527856479,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa would give up on arguing she wasn\u0026apos;t that beautiful - the man clearly saw her that way and, well, it wasn\u0026apos;t unpleasent at all to be desired or thought of as that.\u003Cbr\u003EFinding a clearing amidst clean, well kept grass, she\u0026apos;d walk over and lean down, patting the floor for him to join her.\u003Cbr\u003EThen, with some words and a circle over it, she conjured the wine she had bought before and two glasses, as well as sandwhiches she had prepared and left back at the kitchen.\n",                "date": "2018-06-01T14:38:23.000+02:00",                "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1527856703, "user": "Maid Melyssa" },           {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond sat down next to Melyssa as soon as she invited him, always so happy to be near her. However, what really surprised him was her act of summoning a whole array of picnic-materials in front of him: wine, two glasses and sandwiches. Yes, he can use telekinessis to move objects around, yes, he saw human beings teleporting, but to teleport an object from afar? This was new to him. New, but not completely an unimaginably alien.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;You sure have great skills and powers, darling. And you are awfully well-prepared too. Almost as if you could predict that we would find ourselves in this position.\u0026quot; he said, while smiling at her. He was trying to get used to calling her by affectionate words like \u0026apos;my love\u0026apos;, \u0026apos;sweetheart\u0026apos;, \u0026apos;darling\u0026apos; and \u0026apos;dear\u0026apos;. It was a lot easier said than done, and he still felt a bit awkward saying it like that.\n",               "date": "2018-06-01T14:41:21.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527856881,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;ve left my personal rune on each of these items for this situation. I can always summon my broom and cleaning kit this way too, and a clean outfit. The castle is a huge place, so, it isn\u0026apos;t convenient to be walking up and down several stories because I forgot something. It also makes it easier to carry heavier things around.\u0026quot; She explained, while pouring them two glasses, handing one to him and tinting it. Sipping of it after and offering him a sandwich, taking the other for herself. Turkey ham with a fresh slice of tomato and lettuce, plus a rich local sauce to moisten it.\n",               "date": "2018-06-01T14:46:32.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527857192,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond didn\u0026apos;t say anything, and happily took the wine and sandwhich, having the facial expression of a child who is knee-deep in candy. He didn\u0026apos;t start with the wine - he started with the sandwich. Taking only one bite, he felt almost heavenly. It was the sound people make when they taste something so delicious, that it makes them feel like they are in heaven. For him, it was for two reasons: the combination of meet, tomato, lettuce and sauce, along with the fact that his beloved Melyssa made it, made it all the mroe delicious. \u0026quot;This is the most delicious one I have ever eaten! You make the best cook, my love..\u0026quot; he tried to complement her. From the \u0026apos;ummmaaah\u0026apos; sounds he was making, it sounded like he was sincere and genuine about how much he enjoyed it. Then he finally took a sip of the wine. \u0026quot;You would make an excellent wife...\u0026quot; accidentally referring to marriage. Then he covered his lips suddenly. \u0026quot;I mean... you know the way of preparing a delicious meal.\u0026quot; he said, intentionally with a deeper pitch, trying his best to redact what he said earlier, but sadly, a verbal backspace is not a true backspace.\n",               "date": "2018-06-01T14:52:58.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527857578,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa Chomping on her own sandwich, she looked at him with some strangeness too, gulping it down and sipping on wine again. \u0026quot;It really is just a sandwich, there\u0026apos;s nothing too special on it asside the sauce maybe. Also, let\u0026apos;s not touch the matter of marriage...\u0026quot; And she sipped more wine.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003ESoon enough finishing the sandwich, she layed the glass asside too and sighed, crawling up and lying down, with her dark mane on his lap, using him as a pillow of sorts.\n",               "date": "2018-06-01T14:56:46.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527857806,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond gulped as she noticed how he touched the matter of marriage. Truth be told, he wanted to make her his wife badly... but he figured, seeing her smile like this, seeing the two of them be so affectionate towards each other, is more than enough for now. With time, maybe, with time. So he said nothing at all, other than the gulping. Melyssa\u0026apos;s act of laying her head on his lap came as a pleasant surprise. It was pleasnt, he instinctively began to almost immediately start rubbing her head, her hair felt pleasant and smooth, and he rubbed her head like that of a cat. But he was still surprised, he still got a little red from this sudden gesture. He was rubbing her head with only one hand, as one was still holding the glass of wine, finishing it slowly, before putting it down, letting his hand rest on Melyssa\u0026apos;s cheek.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003ENow, in moments of sweet silence and serenity, he could only whisper in an effort not to violate the scene... so he just said quietly - \u0026quot;I love you\u0026quot; - as he kept caressing her head with affection.\n",               "date": "2018-06-01T15:00:59.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527858059,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa She hummed happily, closing her eyes and relaxing, enjoying his touch on her very dark coloured hair, her hands resting over her tummy. Opening one eye, she\u0026apos;d notice him getting a bit flustered, and blushed herself, realizing how comfortable she\u0026apos;d have gotten with him, asking. \u0026quot;I-Is this appropriate? I just, felt like cuddling a bit, like this...\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-06-01T15:04:43.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527858283,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond nodded. \u0026quot;Off course it is... I will always welcome you and your presence, sweetheart...\u0026quot; he tried to remind her that due to his feelings for her, things like this were one-hundred percent apropriate. That\u0026apos;s why he kept rubbing her head. He enjoyed cuddling with her. \u0026quot;I wish we could do this every day. Cuddling with you, rubbing your head like this... eating your m- I\u0026apos;m sorry, Nevermind.\u0026quot; in the end, he realized he was hitting too close to marriage again. So he went silent and continued to rub her head. \u0026quot;I want to rub your head every day, and I want you to rest your head against my lap every day.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-06-01T15:08:05.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527858485,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa She smiled a bit, tho her expression changed to slight embarrassment. \u0026quot;E-Eating what?\u0026quot; Realizing after a moment you didn\u0026apos;t refer to oral, and sighing, then chuckling. \u0026quot;Don\u0026apos;t, confuse me like that. I thought of obsceneties.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-06-01T15:19:44.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527859184,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond hesitated for a moment - he wanted to say, her meals... but he was worried it would remind her to marriage so much. \u0026quot;Your meals, my love, meals prepared by you...\u0026quot; he said, although was shaking a little, of fear how will she respond, as this was coming fairly close to the topic of marriage. \u0026quot;You have the magic power of making even the most mundane meals taste like the most magical gourmet dish.\u0026quot; or Stephanus was just biased, because he\u0026apos;s so madly in love with Melyssa.\n",               "date": "2018-06-01T15:21:48.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527859308,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa She looked at him, nodding. \u0026quot;Right, meals.\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003EWhy the hell would she have thought of... well, she knew, actually; his words on the last time ressounded, when after orally pleasing him, she\u0026apos;d promise to return it. And since every time they\u0026apos;d been together so far had ended in sex - except the one time that ended in a feud -, and as the evening would slowly pass by to give way to night, well... Maybe her body was already getting a bit anxious.\u003Cbr\u003EClearing her mind, she replied, not connecting the meals to marriage at all.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I can cook for you more often, whenever you\u0026apos;re around for lunch. I already make my own meals, adding some more to make a portion for you is easy.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-06-01T15:25:52.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527859552,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond \u0026apos;s face lightened up again, like a child who was promised a gift from his parents after begging so much. \u0026quot;R-really? That would be wonderful! I would be delighted to eat your delicious meals. It would make me eternally happy.\u0026quot; he told her, and returned to rubbing her head. \u0026quot;You truly are wonderful, Melyssa...\u0026quot; he said, this time much quiter. And he kept caressing her head. He looked at her face, smiling, but part of him was thinking - he knew that he was madly in love with her... but what made him fall for her in the first place?\n",               "date": "2018-06-01T15:29:31.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527859771,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa She opened one eye, looking up to him, about to say something, but just sighed. Then smirked a bit. \u0026quot;You know, you\u0026apos;re rather childish sometimes. It\u0026apos;s interesting.\u0026quot; Clearly not meaning it as an insult, more of a commentary.\n",               "date": "2018-06-01T15:35:43.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527860143,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond didn\u0026apos;t actually have a proper childhood, to be technical. So maybe he\u0026apos;s compensating for it? \u0026quot;They say that if you want to be happy in life, you have to remain a child forever.\u0026quot; he laughed, not meaning it seriously - and even when saying it as a joke, he himself was misinterpreting the saying, the saying whose point is, that adult responsibility is all good, but one should strive to maintain a child\u0026apos;s openness to fun and all the finer things in life. \u0026quot;I can\u0026apos;t help it. You make me feel like a child who is receiving invaluable gifts from his parents. Off course, the greatest gift of all is your presence.\u0026quot; he smirked.\n",               "date": "2018-06-01T15:38:03.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527860283,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa She looked at him, closing her eyes.\u003Cbr\u003EHer childhood had been hell, really. To the point she\u0026apos;d strived to forget most of it, and managed. So it didn\u0026apos;t make much sense to her wanting to keep as a child - someone vulnerable, dependant and weak. But she figured that wasn\u0026apos;t how childhood was supposed to feel for the most, so she refrained from commenting.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;You know, it still feels strange to be with someone that looks at me like you do, says such things.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-06-01T15:42:12.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527860532,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond was a little bit confused. \u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t know. It\u0026apos;s just that... well... I can\u0026apos;t put it in any better way, but you feel like the greatest gift ever. You make me feel like I have received the greatest gift of all time.\u0026quot; Truth be told, his childhood wasn\u0026apos;t a dream either. After all, he was technically a child soldier from the year he could speak and walk, with very little time left for children\u0026apos;s games - yet, somehow, he still came out as a mostly functioning adult, who knows what a normal childhood is supposed to look like - or rather, he imagines normal childhood to be a certain way. He may have even had more experience with children than Melyssa, as the knightly order he was a member of also maintains and operates orphanages - he himself was an orphan too.\u003Cbr\u003EBut this wasn\u0026apos;t the time to tell sad stories, so he didn\u0026apos;t tell any of this to Melyssa. He already did once before. \u0026quot;But I think I\u0026apos;m exaggerating. Children don\u0026apos;t always act like that.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-06-01T15:48:10.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1527860890,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa glances you as she walks by, smiling softly as you glance back. With Stephanus already knowing where her room is, quickly the pair are by the door, where she just opens it (not keeping it locked, as the castle didn\u0026apos;t have much visitors to justify it) and, walking in, gestures you to follow.\n",               "date": "2018-09-20T19:28:42.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537464522,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond smiles at Melyssa, following her and kissing her on the lips, if she allows it, before entering the room to close the door - and give her time to lock it. Then, he waits for her to come over again, so he can kiss her cheek, take her hand and begin walking with her to the bed.\n",               "date": "2018-09-20T19:29:52.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537464592,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa Door locked - as there was now a very specific reason for the need of privacy -, she turned and took your hand - turning her cheek for you to instead kiss her lips as you go for it, letting out a faint chuckle.\u003Cbr\u003EFlustered, as you got to bed, she gestures you to sit by it.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I... want to pleasure you, sir Stephanus. Not because I\u0026apos;m being paid to this time. Because I want it, simply.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-09-20T19:33:35.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537464815,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond nodded to her. He wanted to pelasure her too. And this time, it was going to feel extra good, because he didn\u0026apos;t pay for it - because he didn\u0026apos;t have to pay any money to it, because he earned this, out of love. But, off course, as he was a man, he did not say anything. He just nodded to her, smiled at her, taking his hand onto her cheek, kissing her on the lips once again, and in fact starting to turn the lips-kiss into a tongue-kiss, all while he began taking down his own clothing, partially. All while they were very near her bed. \u0026quot;I love you, Melyssa.\u0026quot; he said to her between the kisses, giving her a bit of time to gradually discard her clothing while they were kissing.\n",               "date": "2018-09-20T19:36:21.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537464981,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa kissed back, close to him, panting in between tongue-locks and small moans as, piece by piece, the fancy clothes she had donned for their date, for him, fell to the floor.\u003Cbr\u003EIt was strange for her how familiar and unprovoking his love confessions had become. At first, she rejected them, veemently. She thought she was opposed to the idea of love at first sight, but really, what she couldn\u0026apos;t deal with was the fact that she was loved for once - she didn\u0026apos;t feel worthy of such noble feelings, after her tragic past.\u003Cbr\u003EBut now, she not just accepted them, but... in a way, she felt good at hearing that. She could not say the same to him, not just yet... but, she came the closest to it she\u0026apos;d ever been, as she asked him, in all honesty.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I want to feel more of your love for you... it, warms me, inside. More than anything.\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003ELooking down as she uttered it, but then looking into his eyes, as both were almost naked.\n",               "date": "2018-09-20T19:43:40.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537465420,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond simply looked into her eyes, and took his hands onto her, making their naked bodies collapse onto the bed. He leaned over her, kissing her lips first, then positioning himself to kiss her neck next, then her breasts, then her torso, then finally coming in to penetrate her feminine cave of wonders with his battering ram of seeds. As he plunged himself into her, like he did several times before, he returned to kissing her neck, and her lips once again, coming close to her tightly, as he was both kissing and penetrating her. Truth be told, it would have been useful, if she wrapped her legs around him, as it would have made it a lot more comfortable.\n",               "date": "2018-09-20T19:47:22.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537465642,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa Fell in bed, letting out a pant as with increasing hunger they\u0026apos;d kiss. Her pale body left bare entirely, she spread her legs, feeling his hips just atop, ready to mate with her... feeling his lips on her neck, then down on her breast, she looked to him briefly before tossing her head back, as he plunged into her. Already quite wet and aroused, it slides easily in her, despite his girth, tip settling against her cervix as Melyssa would openly moan out, eyes closed, feeling him penetrating her so deeply...\n",               "date": "2018-09-20T19:56:23.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537466183,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond penetrated her, plunged into her, and kept his lips locked in with her lips, letting her moan into their kiss, as he began to tongue-kiss her once again, while they were making love just like that. This is the way he preferred to make love to her, this is the way he preferring having her on. He pulled out a bit, then pushed back in - and he could do it fast, since they were locked so tight together. He could do it very fast, without even interrupting their kiss, the kiss he moaned into so much. Definitely very enjoyable and loving experience.\n",               "date": "2018-09-20T20:02:38.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537466558,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa Hugging around his neck, she brought her legs around him too, holding onto him completely as he started to speed up. It felt good, too good. Melyssa opened her eyes, moans pouring out of her mouth, cheeks flustered from the mix of excitement and love. Even as he fucked her deep and fast, even as he pounded her wet cunt and made her so aroused that her juices poured out and stained her own bed - she still could feel his gentleness, his care. For a long time, Melyssa didn\u0026apos;t think she would ever feel such excitement to be with a man. Now doing it with him for the second time and feeling even better than the already great first night they\u0026apos;d spent, she knew such feelings were left in the past.\n",               "date": "2018-09-20T20:09:11.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537466951,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond certainly didn\u0026apos;t expect Melyssa to be this aroused, to release so many juices. Why? Because he knew for a fact, that women climax much later than men - and he was nowhere near climaxing yet! He kept pounding her and pounding her, very aroused himself, and definitely in the heat of things, but nowhere near a climax of his own. Off course, this wasn\u0026apos;t her climax either, just the fact that she was so aroused. He kissed her once again, and kept going into her. He didn\u0026apos;t expect her to moan this loudly and have this levels of excitement. Definitely didn\u0026apos;t expect it at all.\n",               "date": "2018-09-20T20:13:54.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537467234,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa For much of her luck, Melyssa hadn\u0026apos;t seen much courtesan work around the near abandoned castle since working there. This week, only Stephanus had courted her and, of course, this was their first time doing it since a while. Combined with her body being fertile - with she\u0026apos;d counter after their mating with some herbs to keep from getting pregnant -, and her mind being more and more accepting - and even wanting - of his loving company, and truly Melyssa was melting in heat against him as he pounded her down, her soft walls clenching onto him each time, as wet slaps filled the room from their clashing hips.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003ETen minutes with him fucking her at this pace was more than her sensitive body could endure for a \u0026apos;first round\u0026apos;, Melyssa\u0026apos;s nails unthinkingly sinking against his skin a bit as she cried out hard, trembling under him, throwing her head back against the mattress as her whole body tensed under him, pussy gripping him like a vice as he could feel her warm squirts wetting his crotch even more. \u0026quot;A-AAAHHHHHHHHhhh!!!\u0026quot;\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003ESlowly her moaning subsiding to a soft pant, as she held on to him still. A little line of blood breaking from one spot her nails dug into the skin.\n",               "date": "2018-09-20T20:21:21.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537467681,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond simultaneously felt great pleasure and pain. When her nails dug into his skin, it was quite coincidentally, the exact same instant when he finally couldn\u0026apos;t take it anymore, and began to erupt, to release all that sticky, white-ish transparent liquid into her womb. Simultaneously feeling both great pain and pleasure, he groaned out, showing a very confused face. His confused lasted for as long as her moaning was in the process of subsiding, getting reduced to soft pant, him breathing heavily during all that time. He couldn\u0026apos;t say anything, as he was too busy heavy-breathing... and bleeding form one side. He panted heavily. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EWhat is going to come next, after all of this?\n",               "date": "2018-09-20T20:25:38.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537467938,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa Panting, feeling puddy under him, she looked up, smiling, almost a grin. All her body tingling, she felt so sensitive, so energized and pleased, albeit a bit tired at the same time, basking in the afterglow.\u003Cbr\u003EShe opened her mouth to comment something, when she noticed the wetness on her hand, and withdrew it, finding a line of blood on it, frowning a bit.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Forgive me, I, didn\u0026apos;t even notice...\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-09-20T20:28:52.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537468132,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond smiled to Melyssa, patting her head as she said sorry to him. \u0026quot;It is allright, my love... I can cure it any time.\u0026quot; he said to her, as he leaned in to kiss her on the lips once again. Truth be told, he was rather tired as well, unsure if a second round even would have made sense. Part of him felt like collapsing to the bed next to her and resting with her... But he also felt, that it is his duty to satisfy her, no matter the cost. So he remains there, only gradually sliding next to her, putting his hand onto her torso, and rubbing it gently. \u0026quot;Now-now, beautiful one... we aren\u0026apos;t finished yet, are we?\u0026quot; he asked, grinning and rubbing her belly at the same time.\n",               "date": "2018-09-20T20:31:58.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537468318,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa Nodded, and smiled again. Of course, it was a very shallow cut, nothing to trouble a warrior like him. Exhaling as he touched her again intimately, playing, mawling on her breast, at the question she shook her head, and said. \u0026quot;Let me apologize properly. Lie in bed please, Stephanus.\u0026quot; Dropping the \u0026apos;sir\u0026apos; for once too, maybe for the first time. She could feel her womb and cunny full of his seed, after all. It\u0026apos;d be pointless to be formal at such a point.\n",               "date": "2018-09-20T20:35:15.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537468515,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond grinned to her demand, electing to gladly comply with it, laying down on the bed right next to her, spreading his legs like a woman would, laying back comfortably. on her back, probably soiling her bed even more than it was before - first her love juices, now his blood. But at least having his back against the sheets will make the bleeding stop. He laid back, grinning, expecting her to begin apoligizing properly, as she claimed...\n",               "date": "2018-09-20T20:37:25.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537468645,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa got half-up, glancing him with a smile as he did as she asked him to. Then she crawled out of bed, standing, naked, his white seed drawing lines down her legs.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EShe contemplated his firm, muscly body, and his manly cock, lying sideways, still coated from both their juices. It was a bit embarrassing, but she leaned back down and crawled up, close to his tights, looking him in the eyes as she grabbed his long but half-flacid cock and rubbed it up. Then she leaned her lips down, closed her eyes and took his tip, suckling on it, feeling him harden enough for her to slowly bob down more. For the first time in her life, giving fellatio of her own free will, without being paid, being ordered or being forced to take a man in her mouth. Lapping at him with a mix of diligent skill and eagerness to pleasure him and ready him for more.\n",               "date": "2018-09-20T20:43:47.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537469027,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond moaned as soon as she begin wonderworking her skills upon his battering ram of seed-spreading, hardening almost instantly. She was really good at this, that he could tell. And she was all his, at least as far as the owner of the castle was concerned. He laid back and enjoyed the treatment, feeling a bit guilty that he didn\u0026apos;t bother to sit up and rub her head as a reward for giving him a fellatio. But it was her treat, her way of apologizing for causing him to bleed - he didn\u0026apos;t want to spoil it, or make her feel any more indebted. They should be even now. So he lets her keep sucking, moaning in resposne to it.\n",               "date": "2018-09-20T20:48:26.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537469306,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa Her dark hair splayed down across his crotch, she\u0026apos;d glance briefly, now and then, as she bobbed down and up on his now very hard cock, leftover cum glistening across her lips and chin. A dirty sight, but the moans she elicited from him egged her on to not mind showing such lack of prudeness for him. Instead, she even stepped up on that, as popping him out, she sinked and, after a pant, took one of his testicles in her mouth, suckling on it, wondering if he\u0026apos;d have ever felt someone doing something so lewd with him, given how pure he often felt like, despite being older than her. After giving his other testicle the same treatment, she lapped up to his cock again, pumping his shaft with a hand and sucking hard on the upper half, making sure her soft tongue was felt all over, with her lips sealed tightly on his mast and her cheeks deflating slightly as she sucked.\n",               "date": "2018-09-20T20:54:31.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537469671,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond watched with surprise, as she decided to be enve more lewd than she was before, and actually suck on one of his testicles! In fact, she did it to the other one as well! His testicles were even more sensitive than his cock, so off course, more would come than just mere moans - this would be even more loud, even more sensitive, even more stingy - \u0026quot;Aah... aaaah!\u0026quot;. In ways, it was like the complete reverse of being operated on - in that, while it was sensitive work, it felt good to him, rather than painful. It felt really good. However, that part waws still very sensitive. Rather than a gradient onset of pleasure like from before, it was a sudden spike of pleasure.\u003Cbr\u003EWhen she began sucking him again, the old ways returned. But by this time, he was already close to his second climax. \u0026quot;Aaah....!\u0026quot; making sure to ejaculate into her mouth, when the time came. And it was very soon.\n",               "date": "2018-09-20T20:58:48.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537469928,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa\u0026apos;s eyes widened a bit in surprise as, with his latest, hardest moan, his seed started to be spilled in her mouth, violently hitting the back of her throat and roping across her tongue. Closing her eyes, she gently suckled on him, coaxing, milking him to the last drop, leaning back and gulping loudly, drinking every drop of semen he\u0026apos;d poured in her mouth. Looking to him with a soft giggle as she cleaned her chin, she layed back down, wondering if he\u0026apos;d be spent as she cuddled up to his shoulder. Well, they had the whole night just to indulge in their affair after all.\n",               "date": "2018-09-20T21:06:55.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537470415,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond expected Melyssa to be just as spent as him, but she easily cuddled up to his shoulder. He looked at her, smiling, kissing her nose. Then he thought to himself again - should he try to sneak in something else? Should he still give her something after all of this, as a way to thank her? As she sucked his male member, kissing her on the lips was no longer an option. He already came into her snatch, so licking that part was no longer truly an option either. However, he could still give her a bit of mild afterplay, by rubbing her torso as he did before, and then rubbing a bit around her crotch, teasing her.\n",               "date": "2018-09-20T21:09:31.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537470571,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa Feeling his hands on her, she moaned, truly feeling needy after the excitement of sucking him off, while not having been touched herself in the time. Spreading her legs, she invited him to play with her seeded slit. Instinctly, she leaned up, wanting to kiss him, but as she saw him instinctively coil back a bit, she did too, looking away. \u0026quot;Forgive me, I, must look rather, dirty.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-09-20T21:13:05.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537470785,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond decuded to give it a last shot. So rather than saying anything to her, he took his hands onto her shoulders, and decided to roll. To roll, so that he can position her under him, and himself over her. Then, when he is finally leaning over her again, he can do what he did before, and penetrate into her for the second time, positioning his barely-erect member over her already-claimed gate of love, and entering it once again. He isn\u0026apos;t as energetic as before, but he figured he will be giving her what she wants, after she is left being so exciting. They may have messed up the ordering - the blowjob should have been part of the foreplay, rather than the afterplay. Oh well... here he comes, penetrating her once agian, albeit slower than before.\n",               "date": "2018-09-20T21:16:37.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537470997,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa gasped, surprised, spreading her legs and sheating him once more. Yet, it was sensible that he wasn\u0026apos;t as excited. The fire had dwindled, and with a hand up to her shoulder, she said. \u0026quot;Ah, stop. There\u0026apos;s, no need to, force yourself... I, I\u0026apos;m pleased, stop.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-09-20T21:18:35.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537471115,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond sighed in relief, as she told him to stop. He sighed, not in dismay, but in relief and happiness, smiling, as he could once again collapse next to her, breathing heavily. \u0026quot;Wow... this was... amazing...\u0026quot; he said while breathing heavily. \u0026quot;You really are the best lover a man can ever ask for, Melyssa.\u0026quot; he praised her, or rather, he praised her performance in the bed, and ability to please a man. As well as her ability to make a man happy... but unlike before, he didn\u0026apos;t mention marriage, didn\u0026apos;t talk about how she would make a perfect wife - he knew that marriage was a taboo topic for her, so he didn\u0026apos;t allude to that at all.\n",               "date": "2018-09-20T21:21:39.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537471299,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa nodded, sighing happily as she cuddled again. Still, without much thinking, she blurted something out she regretted after. \u0026quot;I wish I could do this with you at will, without having to ask pay.\u0026quot; Regretting it as the thought spoiled her happiness a bit - for a whole week now, she\u0026apos;d be unable to be his lover again, at best being his paid harlot once more.\n",               "date": "2018-09-20T21:25:24.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537471524,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond still kept smiling at her, being optimistic. He already talked to Aetharis before, and Aetharis agreed, that Melyssa can be his, and his only, at least sexually - though her non-sexual maid duties would remain. As for being his paid harlot.... \u0026quot;We can easily fix that, my love, but... you have an allergy to that. All we\u0026apos;d need is a two golden rings, and your willingness to unconditionally accept money from me.\u0026quot; Yes, he was alluding to that. That he would pay her for merely existing, without even having to have sex with him, and that he wants to marry her. But he knows that she doesn\u0026apos;t hold the idea of marriage in very high regards.\n",               "date": "2018-09-20T21:28:19.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537471699,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa Looked to him. Much to his surprise perhaps, she didn\u0026apos;t start to veheemently negate, nor berated him the slightest for the proposal. She didn\u0026apos;t answer either. She just cuddled in silence, as if contemplating, thinking about it. But she would not accept it, not just like this.\n",               "date": "2018-09-20T21:31:12.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537471872,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond accepted her cuddles, and kissed her forehead, then her nose, but not her lips. \u0026quot;There-there, sweetheart, there is no need to be sad... We belong to each other, and that\u0026apos;s all that matters. Nothing shall separate us now, married or not.\u0026quot; he tried his best to allude to the fact, that whether they were married or not, she was no longer a harlot, that they were in a relationship, that he was hers, and she was his.\n",               "date": "2018-09-20T21:33:15.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537471995,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa She looked to him briefly, and cuddled back down. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m not certain if I love you, or just like your company. I\u0026apos;m not sure if I can love again. And I cannot marry you without such certainty, because I\u0026apos;d feel like I\u0026apos;d be using you. I don\u0026apos;t want to be a harlot, but I cannot be your wife.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-09-20T21:35:49.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537472149,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond sighed. \u0026quot;I understand...\u0026quot; he was somewhat saddened by this uncertainty of hers, but he understood. Women are like that. Men are always eager. Men jump into things, regret later. Women are far more cautious, sometimes needlessly so. Giving her an ultimatum would only make him lose her once again. So he understood, even if it saddened him. \u0026quot;Well... you never know when you have to harvest a fruit. Sometimes it\u0026apos;s too ripe, sometimes it\u0026apos;s still green.\u0026quot; and by that, he alluded to the fact, that timing matters too. He knows, that he is madly in love with her, at least now... .but he cannot guarantee anything from the future either. What if by the time she becomes certain he loses interest in her? That\u0026apos;s his allegory for harvesting the fruit.\n",               "date": "2018-09-20T21:39:50.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537472390,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa stayed there a bit cuddled, pondering on his words, on their situation... his warmth felt good, quite so. Their bodies pressed together. It felt really good... She nuzzled, and said something, without thinking much first, but then considering it more thoroughly. \u0026quot;I could be your maid however.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-09-20T21:47:48.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537472868,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond kept cuddling Melyssa, patting her head. \u0026quot;I\u0026apos;d prefer you to be my wife... but maid will do just fine. You know that I will be always yours, and yours only.\u0026quot; proclaiming his loyalty to Melyssa when it came to carnal and sexual matters. To be fair, he still wanted to have her all for himself.\n",               "date": "2018-09-20T21:50:11.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537473011,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Maid Melyssa Leaned up in bed. Yes, it was a good idea. She wouldn\u0026apos;t be his wife, she wouldn\u0026apos;t have to take such a commitment that she didn\u0026apos;t know could fulfill yet... but, she could no longer be a harlot. She could be with him, at his manor, working as a maid, and freely being with him at his wish, and hers... To be there for him whenever he went somewhere and return, to prepare him food and keep things tidy, as she did around everywhere she was, and to warm his bed and give him pleasure... almost a wife, but without the heavy ring on her hand.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;Would you talk to master Aetharis? I... this is my wish. I will talk to him too, but I\u0026apos;d be happy if you could do so beforehand.\u0026quot;\n",               "date": "2018-09-20T22:00:09.000+02:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1537473609,                "user": "Maid Melyssa"            }        ],        "sectionName": "The B\u0026M Castle"    } ]