A few months passed by since Vincent and Vera lost their virginity to each other. Ever since the two fucked like animals almost weekly. It would've been more, but Vincent was a very busy angry man. Including for the past month. Vincent had been away in the palace working at an internship. He had just come back, and it was his birthday. Instead of a birthday party though, Vincent would have another wife finding trial. The dress code for noble ladies was modest dresses, while the one for female servants and maids was to dress as eye catching and scantily clad as possible. Vincent made this dress code himself. He wanted to just see Vera with her ass out. Especially since he was very sex deprived.. Finally, it was time for Vincent to enter the room. He looked glamorous as always. A tight polo shirt, long matching pants, and a cape that elegantly flowed behind him. His long white hair slicked back to cover his missing horns which only added to his noble look.
Vera had smirked when she heard the dress code. Oh? Skimpy, huh? Let's test that theory. The night-of, she wore a soft, yellow dress that cinched at her waist with a brown leather belt. Underneath, there were several layers of fluffery that made the tulle skirt of the dress pop. With that, she wore the earrings Vincent had bought her, and a sweetheart necklace. Her long, red curls settled easily around her baby face. Vera was carrying out trays of sweets for the guests when he came in. Her soft, mary-jane heels thonked against the wood floors.
Vincent stopped when he saw her. What a shithead, he thought. Even in a decent dress he couldn't look away. She gave him a soft, over the shoulder smile- her hips swayed as she walked.
God she was such a temptress! He wanted to sleep her ass so badly..He bit the inside of his cheek and briskly walked over to the dining table. Although the only thing he would be excited to eat out of was Vera..he sat down and looked irritated (in a sexy way). He just wanted this to be over with so he could pound his fuckbuddy.. Vera set his plate down in front of him, leaning in ever so slightly. "I missed seeing you, master." She mumbled into his ear, her voice low and sultry. "You missed seeing me or my.." Vincent muttered quietly back. He didn't finish his sentence. "Both of you." Her lips ghosted across his cheek as she pulled away to get back to work.
Vincent hummed and crossed his legs. His mother began the party and everyone else began to eat. High class women fawned over Vincent's attention, yet he barely spared them a glance. He was more interested in Vera. He watched her. Hoping she would come over so he could see her up close again..She purposely didn't, having one of the other maids go to fetch his plate and such.
Eventually dessert was served. Vincent was not allowed to eat any of it so he sat back and watched. "You, servant girl." He called to Vera. "Will you hurry up and get me some milk tea? Miss Abagail would also like some." He gestures to the doll looking lady beside him. She had not a single flaw on her body and was dressed in fine silks. "Your wish is my command, young master." Vera curtsied deeply and walked into the kitchen. Vincent huffed, annoyed. "Finally, I thought you would never get here. Do you still remember how to pour tea or did you forget that too when you forgot how to follow rules?" Vincent insulted with a smirk. His hands breezed over her legs right below where her dress ended.
"My lord, this is the most scandalous thing I own, was it not up to standards?"
"Really? I doubt that." Vincent hummed. His long fingers flicked underneath her dress and poked her thighs. "Are you a whore for attention? Is that really why you wore such a nice dress?" The others hadn't noticed yet, and luckily they wouldn't as Vera's thunder thighs his most of it. That made Vincent salty. He grabbed her hair and yanked it down to meet his gaze. He wanted to kiss her face.. "Do not get stubborn with me, whore." He whispered and smirked. He let her go. She flushed red. "M-My apologies, master." Vera curtsied and rushed off. Vincent hummed. Knowing he flustered her made him blush. He watched her go and wished she were in one of these lady's place. "..."
