In Vel's quarters

Vel lay in bed, replaying the events of the day so far in his mind. It sure had been eventful. He and Adeline had been unsure what to do about the beast they saw. Should they tell their father? He was the lord of the land, and if some strange beast was roaming around, he needed to know. But there was no way he would believe them. Should they claim they simply saw one or multiple very large hounds, so at least some kind of warning would be sent out? Perhaps a bear or wolves? In the end, they had decided Adeline would inform the estate’s keeper of hounds and huntsmaster that they had seen evidence of a large animal, perhaps a bear, and leave it at that. He was a lot more likely to take them seriously than father, and lying about what exactly they had seen was simply necessary.

Adeline had escorted him to bed, rightly anticipating that his leg would need some rest, and had promised to send Rose to his quarters. Rose was a maidservant in his family’s employ. His mother, in one of her occasional shows of care for her son, had hired her specifically to look after Vel. She hailed from Ardalia, a southeastern client state of the Empire, and was well versed in the massage techniques that Ardalian servants were known for. As such she had been hired not only to perform the regular tasks of a servant, but also to help alleviate the pains and cramps Vel experienced in his right leg. When his mother had introduced her to him, she had said something about her “offering him relief.” Vel doubted his mother had any idea just how much relief Rose offered him.

A knock on the door signaled her arrival, and Vel bade her come in. Her short and curly black hair was tidily pinned, and she wore a typical maidservant’s uniform, as well as some gorgeous Ardalian earrings. Her brown eyes radiated nothing but warmth as she gave Vel a smile.

She dipped into a small curtsy before saying “How I can serve you today, my Lord?” Vel of course was no lord, and wouldn’t be until his father passed, but it was normal for the servants to address him and his sisters as lord and lady as a sign of deference and respect.

“Help me get my trousers off would you, please, and then massage some of the knots out of my leg. You know which one.” He added the last part with a bit of a chuckle. “Of course, my Lord.” Rose unbuckled and took off his trousers with practiced ease, as Vel simply laid back and relaxed. The feeling of warm, oiled hands immediately helped alleviate some of the soreness, Rose really knew what she was doing. She was one of the few people who he was truly comfortable with seeing and even touching the hideous mess that was his right leg. He had been hesitant when she had first been hired, but even the very first time she saw it she hadn’t flinched or shown even a hint of disgust, and a nervous 15-year-old Vel had been watching her face intently for any sign of it. Nor had she ever been hesitant to put her hands on it, which Vel was presently grateful for, as those hands were making him groan. As much as he loved riding, his leg did not. They both loved Rose and her hands though, him and his shitty leg could agree on that much.

Rose kept working on his bad leg for a good 15-20 minutes before giving his functional leg a few minutes of attention too. By that time Vel’s cock was rock hard, but he paid it no mind and just focused on enjoying the massage. Before long that slightly accented voice asked “Shall I attend to this now, my Lord?” A soft and still slightly oily hand wrapped around his member as she said it. Vel kept his head laid back and eyes closed and replied “Yes Rose dear, that would be great.” The maid went to work with practiced efficiency, lightly twisting her hand while pumping his shaft up and down, up and down at a medium pace. Unlike massages, she had not been very skilled at this at first, but they had learned together and she was an expert on what he liked by now. As she continued, Vel felt one of her fingertips lightly running around his cockhead whenever it was exposed. It felt heavenly, but he knew it could feel even better. “Put that lovely mouth to work will you, Rose.” “Of course, my Lord.” Came the reply, before her wet, warm mouth engulfed his sticky cock.