Moans From Temeria | Witcher X Reader SMUT | Volume II

Anna Henrietta | Maid

Requested by ka.Siusiek

You catch an accidental glimpse of the duchess pleasuring herself.
She catches a glimpse of you pleasuring yourself.
Months of pining and flirting come to a wonderful climax... Literally.

Word count: 3700+
Relationship: Employer/Employee

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If you wanted to keep your job, you knew you really, really had to stop staring. But it was difficult not to do so, with Anna Henrietta's delicate neck so out in the open for you to see...
Your adams apple bobbed when you swallowed thickly at the sight of the jewels adorning her neckline, resting on her collarbone.

"...And thus I must implore you all, you really have to put some more effort in those rooms and so it will all be in order." Duchess Anna Henrietta concluded her speech to you and the other maids. "Am I clear?"

She looked at you with a puzzled expression. Your gaze was piercing and made her inexplicably flustered. "(Y/n)?" she said your name.

Upon the sound of it you snapped out of your daydream, looking at her confused. "Oh, huh? I mean of course, my Lady." You straightened your back and tried regaining your composure. You really shouldn't continue adoring her like that. Countless times you had told yourself that it would never happen. Not only was it unprofessional, she was the duchess for fuck's sake, but you didn't even think she was into women – she had been married to man. It would never happen, and you had to quit your daydreaming and fantasizing about the lady so much higher than you... At least, that's what you told yourself.

"Then you're dismissed. (Y/n), can I have a word with you?" Anarietta saw your slight shock when she called your name. You felt your cheeks slightly heat up whilst the others retreated to the maid's dorms. It was evening after all, plenty time to relax.

"You haven't been yourself lately. You've been zoning out, just staring and unresponsive... Tell me, is there something on your mind? Since you are my personal maid, I want to be sure of your wellbeing."

It was a sweet gesture and if it had been any other situation bothering you, you would've poured your heart out to her. The gentle brush of her hand against your shoulder had you almost want to faint. It was warm through the cotton of your shirt and you cast your gaze downward.
"It's nothing, my Lady. It's just ah... Hormonal, I think. Change of the weather sometimes messes that up."

Her fingers gently stroked your cheek and tapped your chin so you would look up at her. "Then I suggest you should take better care of yourself. Why don't you come have a cup of tea with me in half an hour, in my bedroom? Tea always soothes the mind and body. If you'd like, I could let my royal doctor look at you if you keep having symptoms. How does that sound?"

You gently bowed. "That sounds lovely, my Lady. Thank you."
"You are dismissed, and I will see you in thirty minutes."

With a quick glance, you left her be. To any other onlooker it would've been an odd request – the duchess inviting her personal maid over for a cup of tea - in her bedroom no less – but all the guards around Toussaint knew better. You were friends, so they batted no eye when they saw you roaming about the royal halls in your apron at the weirdest of times, a tray of tea in hand.

Even more reason to keep your feelings hidden. It would not only ruin your career, but also your friendship. Well, friendship at a respectable distance at that. After all, she was still the duchess, and you were her maid.

In the bathrooms, you fixed yourself in the mirror. Not that it would matter of course, but you pushed some hair behind your ears and washed your face. Keeping a close eye on the time, you left the dorms exactly the right time to arrive after thirty minutes sharp.