Obedience.

As I left Marta alone in my room, I was amazed at what just happened. Had i really done all that? Had I really enjoyed it so much? I had enough presence of mind to realize it could have been her semen clouding my thoughts, but while that may have been the catalyst I can't say that the experience wasn't pleasurable. The idea of being Duke of the Duskland in my father's place a lot sooner was also very appealing.

As Marta dictated, I spoke to the Steward and relayed her orders as if they were my own. She would be the only one allowed inside my quarters, no other maids or servants.

As I went about my day, I couldn't help but think of Marta, of where she was in the castle and of her prodigious member. I caught myself fantasizing about this morning several times as I worked with various Tutors as i learned the Geography of the Empire, working with the Steward to keep myself appraised of the issues facing the Duskland and how my father has handled them, as well as swordwork with the Guard Captain. It early afternoon when i finally got some peace and quiet in the garden before my sister, Lady Beatrice, decided to intrude upon my day.

I sat upon a stone bench beneath an aging willow. Surrounded by the green bushes, red roses, and yellow vines native to the dusklands I enjoyed the quiet for a moment, thoughts still drifting back to Marta. I heard the rustling of her dress before I saw her. From behind a set of bushes, a young feminine figure emerged in a courtly dress. Her golden hair framed her pale face and hazel eyes well. Her hands had the dress hiked up to her knees' as she moved quickly, looking for all intents as if she was getting away with something. It was of course, my younger sister Beatrice. She hasn't noticed me yet.