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Fallen Maid Victoria

Mine was a life of simple and humble servitude. I clung to my duties and my responsibilities with the same adherence as a mother to her child. I was beheld by them, molded by them. Whether it be to my husband or my beloved Master, I did the best I could to please them, and to make life easier for them.

But in that life of servitude, I suppose my own desires began to grow and take hold over me. The life I dreamed of appeared to be more and more of a distant dream. And – at some point – I began to realize it. And I was so desperate for those dreams, I wanted them so much... that the mask of honor and faithfulness that I had worn for so long began to crumble. The things I wanted were impossible to reach by my own hands... but someone could give them to me.

And that someone? He... he... ah...

Rub... Rub... Rub...

“Mmhm... Marius... stop that...”

Smack!

“Ouch! Hey! Watch that spoon, Vicky!”

An annoyed pout sat on her lips, one matched by the equally as peeved look in her normally soft blue eyes. That idle rubbing... she knew he couldn't stop himself, but could he at least not do it when she was cooking? What if something hot got spilled? Not only could one of them be injured, but dinner would be ruined!

“Marius...” she mumbled, her voice stern as she turned around, “How many times must I tell you to stop that when I'm cooking?”

“Hee hee... sorry, Vicky...!”

In the neighborhood of Arn, there laid a house. A small house. A humble house. But a house nonetheless, and a house far greater in size than the old shanty of a house they used to live in. This house was also unique, for in a neighborhood surrounded by humans, they were the only beastkin living there. Sure, Arn was not special – it was downright impoverished some would say. But for the two wolves who lived here, it was like living in the lap of luxury.

That's only a small exaggeration.

This was the house belonging to Marius Mason and his wife Victoria. When they originally moved into Arn, there was a slight controversy. In Dudral, beastkin are seen as second-class citizens compared to their human compatriots. So for a pair of wolves to live in an area populated only by humans – even an area as low-class as Arn – was bound to draw contention. But for as quick as it was to arrive, it also seemed to vanish out of thin air. And it was all because of him.

But we're getting ahead of ourselves...

Victoria Mason... what could be said of Victoria Mason which had not been said hundreds, if not thousands of times by others throughout her life? We'll start with the simplest attribute often described of her.

Victoria Mason was beautiful.

She was a tall and statuesque wolfess, one whose height loomed over most others. Even among her fellow kind, she seemed to be an inch or two taller. But that only made her all the more attractive, for how could you ignore the stunning beauty who stands out among a crowd?

Her fur was tan in color, often shifting in shades, and turning white the closer it came to her chest and stomach. However, her hair was blonde like a golden fleece, often shimmering in the sunlight like the glittering sands of a beach. Couple that with its length, which fell and fell and fell, was it any surprise that she often had it tamed into an elegant French braid?

She was a voluptuous and elegant beauty; a nigh perfect model of feminine beauty and beastkin grace. With her immaculate fur and her luscious hair, she had a figure to match. Hers was a curvaceous figure, thanks to her shapely shoulders, her luscious bust, her wide hips, and her midsection that was...

Ah... we'll get back to that...

Despite her nature as a wolf – and almost at odds with it – her face and features were so tender and kind. Not only was her physique very rounded, but her face was too. Her pointed chin, her soft and curvy cheeks, even her gaze lacked that sharp glare most wolves were known for. Instead, her blue eyes were soft, kind, and sat behind rectangular glasses. And with the parted bangs of her hair, anyone and everyone could gaze upon her face.

And if they were to look a little lower – just beneath her pronounced chest – they'd see her very pregnant stomach. Several months pregnant, no less. Finally, after many years of trying, over the summer months, Victoria Mason grew pregnant with her first child, something she and her husband were incredibly proud of.

If only it didn't come with a major caveat.

But what of her husband? Who of the man whose ring was around her finger? The man whom she spent almost every night with? A man whom she claimed to love more than anyone else? Why, his name was Marius Mason, and he was a demigod among men.

Marius was a steel-driver, one whose prowess had gone beyond mere skill, and entered the territory of being mythical. He was tall. He was strong. He was mighty! A gray wolf, the shade of his fur shifted from light grays to dark blacks, being downright midnight in certain areas. Coupled with his large frame that seemed to swallow up light, and he was just as impossible to not notice as his wife. From his broad chest to his large arms, his great snout to his keen eyes, not to mention his wavy brown hair and piercing green eyes, Marius was a man who deserved to be remembered on the bust of mighty statues for generations to come.

But those would-be statues couldn't capture what truly made Marius great. For while he was strong and mighty, he was kind beyond all else. His gentle nature made him beloved not just to his friends and co-workers, but the people around him. And no one was more deserving of his kindness, his love, and his warmth, and this wife Victoria.

Theirs was a life of love, warmth, and of a soon to be flowing family. It was a dream they had both fantasized about for years. The number of hours they spent coming up with names for their children, or thinking about how they wanted their future home to be built – a big basement for him, a big kitchen for her – were too numerous to count. And now that she was pregnant with their first child, those dreams of theirs seemed ever and ever closer. This was their life, a life they had built together.

And it was a lie.

“Soooooo...” said Marius as he sat down at the dinner table, his head leaned on his fist as he smiled at the wolfess before him, “How was your day today?”

“Marius Mason,” replied Victoria as she began swirling her wooden spoon around in her pot, “Are you attempting small talk? Heh heh...” looking over her shoulder, she flashed her husband a smile, “I feel as if that's a smidgen beneath you.”

“I don't think it counts as 'small talk' when it's with your wife,” he retorted with a wry grin, before tilting his head, “But you didn't answer my question, Vicky. How was your day? Your uh... your Master Ulrich didn't treat you poorly, did he?” a low growl then arose from the wolf as he gazed off towards the distance, “I know you're his maid but... you're pregnant. Is he really so helpless that he needs you to dote on him? Even now?” Smack! “Huh?”

“Marius... we've been over this...” said Victoria, her face growing sharp and pensive as she swatted her wooden spoon against the counter, “It's because of Master Ulrich and his family that we have what we have now. Need I remind you that it was them who moved you to St. Hellene Island to work on the mines? Or have you forgotten that... foreman...”

“Bleh... Foreman Mason...” said Marius as he stuck out his tongue and shook his head, “Even still, just hearing that makes my tongue curl! I appreciate what being a foreman does for us and our bank account, but...” he shook his head again, “I'd rather still be a steel-driver mostly,” looking back at his wife, he leaned to the side, “Sorry, Vicky. I know how much you dote on Master Ulrich, but... I just can't help but to fear he's still working you too hard, even with your pregnancy.”

“Aah... Marius...”

Placing her wooden spoon back into her pot and laying it there, Victoria turned to face her husband and walked over towards him. He looked back up, just in time to watch a warm and inviting smile appear on her lips. With this ever approachable warmth, the wolfess sat down in her husband's lap, where she placed her hand to the back of his head, and gently pulled him in close. Resting his head atop her pregnant belly, the wolfess closed her eyes and smiled, while her tail began wagging left and right.

“Do you feel that, Marius...?” she whispered into his ear, “That heart beat within? Hmm... that's the heartbeat of our child...”

“I... hmm...”

Closing his eyes, the wolf melting against his mate. His ear pressed against her fecund belly, while his hand idly rubbed her. The warmth from her body enveloped him, and if he listened hard enough, he could hear...

Ba... Dump...

The strong heart within. The strong heart of their child. The strong heart of their future.

“What do...” Marius whispered as he nuzzled against her belly even more, “What do you think they are? A boy? Or a girl?”

“With how much they keep me up at night like a certain wolf does... I'd say it has to be a boy...”

“Really? Hmm... with how strong their heartbeat is... I'd say they have to be a girl. I don't think anyone's heart is as strong or as big as yours, Victoria...”

“Oh Marius...”

With that smile on her lips growing in size and in warmth, the wolfess moved in to embrace her husband against her chest, while she rested her cheek on his forehead. Theirs was a hug that did not last long, but it didn't need to last long. In that moment – however brief it was – it felt like an eternity.

And yet...

It was an eternity that was not meant to last. For somewhere in that eternity, Victoria felt the pangs of guilt. For as much as she'd love this moment to be true: to not have any ulterior motives behind it... well... she of all people knew better.

Victoria knew full well that the child inside of her belly was not Marius'. It was... ah...

…

There were times where the truth was too much to bear. There were times where I wanted to tell Marius everything. There were times where I wanted to run away, and leave this life behind. These times were too numerous. These times made my heart hurt more than anything else.

But I never did. I never opened my mouth. I never told him that his child was not his child. I never told him how unfaithful I was. I just sat there, and allowed him to believe whatever it is he wanted to believe. It was easier that way. It was better this way.

How was I – or anyone – supposed to tell Marius that the joys in his life, the joys he thought he had brought through his hard work... were not his to enjoy. How was I supposed to tell him that ever since my pregnancy, that our lives have been taken care of by his child's true father?

I... am such a weak woman...

When Victoria grew pregnant, it was like something switched in her and Marius' life. Their community – the other beastkin who knew them – were all supportive, wishing them well and showering them with praise. Everyone knew how much they wanted kids, and everyone was happy for them.

But no one was happier than Victoria's master.

Master Ulrich Invictus: the future duke of the Invictus family. She had been positioned as his personal maid since he was a child, meeting him when he was still but a boy. For a time, she viewed him as nothing more than her master. But as the years drifted by and they spent more time with one another, her views on him began to shift. He became somewhat like a younger brother to her, and soon, he began feeling like her own son.

But those moments were years ago now. Times had changed, and her once sweet, cherubic young master, became an intelligent and charming young man. And that young man... when he looked up at her with those eyes... who was she to deny him?

That's what she told herself. That she could not deny him. That she could not hold herself to blame for what they did. But she knew better. She... ah...

It was her master Ulrich who helped lighten the burden of her and Marius' life. When she grew pregnant, he had Victoria's pay be increased so she could more easily afford necessities. He also successfully negotiated for Marius' contract from his former mining operation, giving him a new job as foreman at a diamond mining operation on St. Hellenes Island, as opposed to his old railroad riveting.

That new position gave them a rush of money that was unlike anything they had ever seen in their lives... though it came with a price. St. Hellenes Island was, of course, an island. Resting off the coast of the mainland, it required a boat ride from Prince Coast to get to, one that took several hours. That meant that Marius often spent days away from home, upwards to a week depending on how busy work was projected to be. It meant Marius got paid well and often... but it also meant he wasn't home as frequently as he'd like to be.

Not good for him... but amazing for someone else.

Despite her pregnancy, it was expected that Victoria was to serve her master. To many, this was seen as being a bit much. She was pregnant, and as the months grew by, she was only growing heavier. A woman like her shouldn't be doing something so strenuous as servicing her incredibly rich master! She should be at home with her friends, waiting for the day her pups were born.

But she herself never complained. Quite the opposite; she would often scold others for daring to speak ill of Master Ulrich. She'd then go one, talking about how kind he was, how gentle he was, and how happy she was to watch him grow up into the fine young man he was now. Motherly instincts, the others would say That's what happens when you spend years serving the same man and watching him grow up.

They didn't know the truth. They could never know the truth.

Marius had left hours ago for his job. Like usual, it was expected that he'd be gone for the next few days. That meant this house would be empty for the next few days. Victoria would be staying somewhere else... somewhere close.

The blonde wolfess exited from her house, dressed not like a maid... but as a woman. A flowery red sundress adorned her body, one with golden frilled edges. The fabric shimmered in the sunlight, making her glow like a ruby diamond. Tied around her waist was a large ribbon that fastened her sundress to her body, flaunting the curves of her fecund body. The shoulders of her dress were exposed for all to see, while the bodice of it had been pulled down juuuuuuust low enough to flaunt the size of her bust.

With a sunhat on her head and her purse slung around her shoulder, Victoria exited from her home on the main street and began walking down the sidewalk.

Oh... sorry... a bit off... let me repeat that.

With an opulent sunhat on her head and an expensive purse slung around her shoulder, Victoria exited from her home on the main street and began walking down the sidewalk.

Yes. Much better.

Victoria's feet clicked against the pavement beneath her heels as she traveled down the street. For as far as the eye could see, she was probably the only beastkin who walked this road alongside the various other humans. Yes, there were beastkin here and there... but only in servicing roads. Drivers for their richer master, or custodians, perhaps a few peacekeepers here and there. The wolfess was the only one who a person could consider... equal.

Kick...!

“Mmmf... almost, dear,” Victoria whispered as she idly rubbed her belly, soothing the unborn child within, “We're almost home. Just be patient with your mother, okay? Aah...”

Her fangs bit gently into her bottom lip, nibbling into it as she traveled down a familiar path. Eventually, her feet brought her to the local trolley system, which she boarded alongside the other humans and beastkin. Many were going to work... but not Victoria. Not in reality.

It did not take long for the trolley to reach its destination. Gone were the more humble and quaint neighborhoods like Arn. Replacing it was the opulent villas and estates belonging to high society. All around Victoria were gated homes that could put palaces to shame, all of which having their family crests resting as tapestries upon them, alongside the Dudral flag. And though many exited the trolley in order to work as servants for their masters and mistresses, Victoria was different. She wasn't here to serve anyone. She was going to be served.

The Invictus Estate. In the past, she would walk from her old home through the back alleys to enter the atrium through its back door. Now she entered through the front gates with her head held high, even being greeted by the estate's doorman; a kind young squirrel.

“Good morning, Miss Victoria!”

“Good morning, Porter,” Victoria responded.

Miss Victoria he called her. Not Mrs. Mason. And despite that fumble of the tongue, she never corrected him. He was new here, having just been hired a month ago. He didn’t know she was married, and how could he?

Victoria always made sure to remove her ring when at Invictus Estate.

The gates opened up for her, and walked down the brick path towards the opulent manor in the distance. Toiling in the fields were the various groundskeepers and gardeners working beneath the Invictus family, many of which called out to Victoria like the doorman did.

“Good morning, Miss Victoria!”

And like the doorman, she did not correct them.

Eventually, she came to the front doors of the estate, where her hand slipped into her purse. Pulling out an elegant key, she slotted it into the door's keyhole and twisted it, unlocking the home, and stepping inside. It was a far cry from the old, dingy key she used to use to enter through the back door.

Stepping into the royal lobby of the Invictus Estate, Victoria watched as various other maids and butlers traveled all around. Many stopped to greet her, but others did not, almost ignoring her outright. The wolfess was not surprised. She was used to it by now.

Within the Invictus Estate, there were more than a few who knew. To the newly hired workers, they saw Victoria as 'Miss Victoria', a wolfess who was somewhat of a 'special case'. She was a beastkin, yes, but she did not work at the estate like a servant, instead being Master Ulrich's personal... consort.

His partner, if you will.

But there were many servants who had worked here for years. They knew Victoria as who she was: the wife of Marius Mason. And they had noticed her shift around Ulrich during the past few months.

But no one said a word. It was an open secret, and everyone did their part to keep it.

“Miss Victoria!” came a maid, a young deer girl with brown pigtails, “Good morning!”

“Good morning, Shauna,” the wolfess replied with a warm smile.

“You must be looking for Master Ulrich,” said the doe before she pointed down the hall, “He's down the hall in the training hall with Lord Damian.”

“Thank you, Shauna. I'll be on my way.”

Clutching her purse close, Victoria began walking down the hall at a quickened pace, heading towards the training hall. The number of servants began to disperse the closer she came to the training hall, eventually arriving at its doors where she pushed them open to reveal...

Clank! Clank! Clank!

Silver lights glinted before Victoria's eyes. She stepped back, her mouth agape in silent awe as her blue eyes. Before her were two figures, both clad in entirely white body suits, with gritted face masks covering their heads, and in their hands were rapiers with spherical tips. Together, the twin figures clashed blades, slashing, stabbing, jabbing, and parrying one another with expert speed, grace, precision, and skill.

The training hall was a long corridor, one whose walls were lined with weapons of various shapes and sizes, alongside suits of armor. While the Invictus' history in war and conquest were firmly placed in the past, it was still expected of its future lords to be skilled in the art of combat.

And do not be mistaken; combat is truly an art form. Victoria was witnessing it first hand as she watched the twin figures constantly cross blades. But there was only one whom she truly marveled at. To the outside viewer, they could not tell the differences in the figures. They were both young men; that's all an outside viewer would be able to tell. But not for Victoria.

It was the figure on the left she was attracted to. She watched him move forward and dart back. The way his body moved, how he pivoted, how he swayed; it all showed such mastery of one's self and form. This figure easily darted back to dodge slashes, but pushed forward when necessary. And while his opponent was skilled, there was clearly a difference between them.

And the figure on the left began to push on his opponent. He had him on the retreat, forcing them into an unfavorable position. So the figure on the right increased their speed, trying in vain to fight out of the corner he had been placed into. But the left figure was just as fast, if not a smidgen faster. He outmatched his opponent, and with one fatal step...

Trip!

“Ah?” Thud! “Oof!?”

The figure on the right fell upon his back, being tripped off his feet. When he looked up, the spherical tip of his enemy's rapier was placed squarely on his chest.

“You lose, Damian,” said the figure on the left, wearing this smile that seemed to radiate through his face mask.

“Gah...! You have too much fun with this, Ulrich!” said the figure on the right as he removed his mask, revealing the young human man beneath.

He was blond with green eyes and this sharp disposition upon his soft face. While annoyed at his defeat, he did not let that annoyance control him, instead sighing and accepting his defeat. The figure on the left meanwhile pulled away his rapier and sheathed it into his holster, before grabbing his face mask and pulling it off.

“Ah...”

He was young. He was so damn young. He was thirteen years her junior, and it showed on his face. Such a youthful man; still with those clear eyes and soft features one would expect of a young adult. His hair too was short and brown, flowing over his head like an umbrella, but parted in the middle so that all could see his face... such as the smile he was sporting right now.

A smile that could light up a room.

This young man's body was lithesome and sinewy, yet strong and graceful. Even now as he stood before her in the center of this training room, the tight grip of his fencing uniform drew attention to his slender physique. One could tell from eyesight alone that he took great care of himself, not just outward, but inward as well.

But it wasn't his body, nor his face that often got Victoria flustered. As amazing as those aspects of his body were, she could ignore them... with great difficulty. No. It was those eyes that she found most troubling.

What are 'those eyes'? Those eyes were... well... they were... ah...

Normally, those eyes were wide and brown, kind and young. But when those eyes traveled upon her form, she saw them take a unique glint. The young man before her whom she watched grow up through the years, no longer had the eyes of that sweet and innocent child. No. He had those eyes now. Those eyes that a man would give to a woman. Those eyes that a male would give a female. Those eyes that a lover would give.

Those eyes of lust.

“Apologies, Damian,” said the young man, his tone kind and gentle as he offered his hand to his opponent, “Was I being too hard?”

“No harder than usual...” his sparring partner bemoaned whilst grabbing his hand.

Victoria watched as the brunette young man helped his opponent stand to his feet. The two then turned, where they noticed Victoria standing there, watching them as she gently rubbed her pregnant belly. It caused the blond-haired young man to sigh and roll his eyes, while his opponent, smiling from cheek to cheek, waved at the wolfess.

“Victoria!” he called, “Good morning!”

“G-good morning... Master Ulrich...”

The young man with brown hair chuckled, before turning to face his friend.

“Damian,” he said, “Why don't you go relax in the parlor. I’ll have Mrs. Lacey serve you a drink.”

“Aah...! I could use a drink...”

Damian turned towards the exit of the training hall, while the brown-haired young man – Ulrich – stepped down from their fencing platform to walk up towards Victoria. Instinctively, the wolfess reached out for the young man, their hands meeting one another. Without hesitation, their fingers locked between one another, embracing not like master and servant, but as lovers. And as Victoria's blue eyes met Ulrich's brown ones, she felt her heart pick up in pace, pounding furiously against her chest.

“Master, I--” she whispered, only for him to shake his head.

“Not yet,” he replied, that soft and kind smile of his growing in size... while those eyes began racing along her body, “Just... a little bit more... until..”

Thunk!

The door in the distance closed; Damian had left through it, leaving Victoria and Ulrich alone. The eyes of her young master briefly flitted to the door, before turning to face the wolfess once again. She looked back at him, watching as those eyes appeared on his face in full force.

Gone was the sweet, kind, and cherubic young man whom she had known since childhood. Replacing him was the lustful and hungry man he had become today. And that young man wasn't going to wait.

“Mmmph!”

“Nmmm~~”

And Victoria wasn't going to deny him.

Their lips pressed together in a kiss, eyes closed as hunger and desire took hold over them. Ulrich wasn't hesitant in the least bit, as his lips parted Victoria's lips, and his tongue slid into her maw. She didn't attempt to defend herself, submitting almost instantly to the press of his lips, and the taste of his tongue. A deep moan left her lips as she tilted her head, allowing him to delve even deeper into her maw, and allowing her to do likewise.

They were master and servant. But above that, they were man and woman. A man and woman who loved each other very much.

This was the truth of Victoria. This was the double-life she lived. The honorable and loving wife of Marius Mason was also the honorable and submissive lover of her young master, Ulrich Invictus. And the child that was currently growing within her belly was not Marius' child, but Ulrich's.

And Ulrich dined on her lips.

As their kiss deepened further and further – their tongues visibly writhing between their lips – his hands began to press and squeeze at her body. Victoria groaned in ecstasy as she felt Ulrich's hands tease along her body, kneading at her shoulders, before coming down to her breasts. With another squeeze, his fingers sank into her breasts; breasts that had only grown bigger the further along she had gotten into her pregnancy.

But his hand did not remain. Guiding it down, he palmed her doming belly beneath her sundress... where a sudden 'Kick...!' caused Victoria to groan and pull away.

“Aah! Oooh...” blushing, Victoria palmed her belly alongside Ulrich, while her blue eyes gave him a bashful look, “Apologies, Master Ulrich. I... uhh...”

“It's okay,” said the young duke as he shook his head, “I see our child is really active today. Heh...” he looked down, gazing upon his stomach, “They must know that... I'm here...”

After taking a cautious look around, Ulrich knelt down before Victoria, coming face to face with her belly. His hands came over, sliding towards the center of her sundress. Resting beneath one of its frills was a hidden zipper, one he grabbed and slowly pulled down.

Ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip!

“Aaah...”

The sound of the zipper sliding down her body sent a shudder through Victoria's body. Her cheeks turned red, she bit into her bottom lip, and a barely restrained smile creaked out upon her lips. Ulrich then pulled the sundress open, revealing her pregnant bump to the training room around them. Her stretched skin and fur was a sight to behold, especially her pronounced belly button. Gently, her young master palmed her belly, rubbing it up and down as he felt the life within press back against him.

“So beautiful,” Ulrich whispered.

And in a display of true love and devotion, her young master leaned in, placing a kiss upon her belly. Victoria melted.

“I missed you, yesterday,” her master said, nudging against her belly with his cheek while his eyes looked up towards her.

“I...! Well...” Victoria whispered as she continued rubbing her stomach, “Marius was home yesterday, and I...”

“Hah haha, it's okay, Victoria,” said Ulrich as he softly shook his head, “You don't have to explain anything. I was just teasing you,” straightening up, he continued rubbing her belly while his head drifted in close, “I understand your need to keep up this charade further. Although, I wish you would just... heh... stop.”

“Master Ulrich... I...”

“Heh...! Damian's gone. You don't have to call me 'Master' when it's just the two of us.”

“Ah... U-Ulrich...”

How simple it is to just say his name. No 'Master', no 'Lord', nothing like that. Ulrich. Just Ulrich. Without the honorific of his title, it felt like they were different people when she spoke his name. And with that difference, it brought a closeness. Victoria even drew closer to Ulrich, embracing her against her body as her eyes closed shut, and this warm smile spread over her lips.

And yet, a none insignificant part of her felt conflicted. This was both her life, and it also wasn't her life. Her life was at her humble little home with Marius. It wasn't here in this mansion with her young master.

But that's not true either, is it? The child growing in her belly was Ulrich's, of that, she was sure. Her young master was no longer her master, but instead her lover. This too was undeniable. So... who was she? Was she Victoria Mason? Or was she – possibly – Victoria Invictus?

“Aaah...”

“Hmm? You're looking a little flush, Victoria,” said Ulrich as he grabbed her hand, giving it a tender squeeze, “Are you okay?”

“I'm... fine, Ulrich...” she whispered, her tail wagging at the sound of his reassuring voice, “I suppose... the trip here was a bit more testing than I thought. Being pregnant as I am now... and with such a healthy child... hoooh...”

“Heh heh...! I understand,” said Ulrich as he stepped back, “Why don't you go up to our room and relax? Kick your feet up, Victoria. I'll visit you after I'm doing speaking with Damian. Ah...! And I'll have Mrs. Lacey deliver you some tea.”

“Thank you... sweetheart...”

That word. Sweetheart. It hung in the air between them like a declaration. When it left Victoria's lips, her ears twitched, her tail wagged, her cheeks turned red, and her stomach...

Kick...!

“Nmmh...!”

Another kick. Ah... her child was being really rambunctious today. Why is that? Is it really because Ulrich was here? Could the child sense its father through the womb? He even brought his hand over to gently rub her belly, before gazing into Victoria's beautiful blue eyes.

Ulrich pursed his lips. Victoria did likewise.

Chu~

And they shared a kiss.

…

A charade, my Master calls it. My marriage to Marius is a charade. I should feel insulted. I should feel angry. I should feel enraged. But I feel none of these things. In a way, hearing Ulrich speak so lightly of my marriage, leaves me feeling relieved. In some twisted way, I agree with my Master. If my marriage to Marius is a charade, then it is not wrong of me to break my vows. It is not wrong of me to have a child with another man. It is not wrong of me to indulge in the gifts my Master has given to me.

But this feeling is always fleeting. This relief I feel never stays long. So long as I continue to be wedded to Marius, I will never be free of this feeling. And the only person I have to blame for my failures, is myself.

And yet... I never stop falling...

This was Master Ulrich's room. This was the room he awoke within in the morning, and the room he retired to at night. It was a massive bedroom, one so grand in size that it could easily put her former hut of a house to shame. There was even a panoramic window to the back of the room which allowed her young master to gaze out upon the fields outside his home.

For years, Victoria tucked him into bed within this very same room. And while he had long since outgrown the need for his maid to read him bedtime stories, she still thought fondly of those blissful days. But now, this grand bedroom of his felt different from the past. Now, this grand bedroom of his was also her bedroom.

Since becoming Ulrich's lover, Victoria had become very familiar with his bedroom. Be it the mattress itself which was grand opulent, or his desk where he wrote his letters, or the panoramic window itself with its ledge to sit on; the wolfess had... well... found 'comfort' in all of these areas... and then some.

For as sweet and kind as Ulrich can be, a voracious animal rests beneath his surface.

Alone as she was now, Victoria walked up to the mattress and sat on its edge, a pleasurable sigh leaving her lips. When her eyes closed shut, for a brief moment, it was like the stress of her life did not matter. She thought not of Marius, or the vows she was breaking, but instead of her life here, with Ulrich, and the child they had conceived. Her young master was truly a kind man; he asked nothing of her, and gave her everything she wanted. It was through him that her dream of starting a family was finally coming to fruition. And it was through him that she was no longer forced to live a life of servitude.

And his gifts did not stop there.

Victoria's eyes reopened, and she looked over towards her master's closet. No, wait, not just her master's closet, but her closet as well. Merely saying that to herself was enough to make her tail wag. She almost hopped up and down from how excited she was, but a sudden 'Kick...!' from her unborn child caused her to slow down.

“So... energetic today,” Victoria whispered to herself as she rubbed her belly.

Victoria's heart began to pick up in pace as she walked over towards the closet. She knew what was on the other side, but her blood continued rushing a mile a minute. When she came to the shutter doors of the closet and pushed them open, a gasp of awe left her lips.

On the other side of this door was a gallery of outfits, one that stretched on for as far as the eye could see. One could only wonder how many outfits sat within this corridor, or how this closet could even exist. Just another mystery to the vast wealth the Invictus family owned.

Victoria could only dream of owning such lavishness. Or, well, she used to dream of owning such lavishness. For while the right side of the closet owned clothes fit for a certain young man, the left side of the closet owned clothes meant for a certain curvaceous wolfess.

Victoria's eyes grew bright as she gazed at the display of dresses that lined the left-side wall. They came in different shapes and styles, and were meant for different purposes. From ballroom gowns meant for galas, to evening wear meant for around the house. There were even immaculate dresses meant only for the likes of duchesses to wear! Not to mention the more steamy and skimpy attire further down the line. This was a closet that could put to shame the closets belonging to other women. Even the beastkin queen of the kingdom of Yggdrasil probably lacked a closet as grand as this!

And it all belonged to her: Victoria Mason.

With one hand rubbing her belly, her other hand brushed gently upon the surfaces of one of her dresses; a royal blue gown that would look perfect on her body. Closing her eyes and drawing close her dress' sleeve, she brushed it along her nose as she gave it an exploratory sniff.

Victoria would be lying if she said she never dreamed of the finer things in life. When you work as a maid within the house of Dudral royalty, you'd be hard pressed to not have your dreams filled with thoughts of gold and dresses. But that's all they were; dreams, and nothing more. She never thought she'd own a closet this large, or be seen as anything but a maid.

She never thought she'd live a lot of things. She never thought she'd actually have a child, or live in a big house, or be anything but the submissive servant of a more powerful lord. But her life in the past few months had changed all of that, hadn't it?

She now had this grand closet. She now could freely live in this amazing estate. She was no longer seen as a maid, but as her master's lover. And – above all – she was pregnant. That dream of having a family was coming true.

And it was all practically given to her. Not by Marius' hard work or even her own, but by Ulrich.

I understand your need to keep up this charade further. Although, I wish you would just... heh... stop.

A charade. Yes, a charade. Her marriage to Marius was just that; a charade. For as strong and proud as her husband was, their life together had thus far amounted to very little change. The change that did occur wasn't even done by his hand, but by Ulrich's.

He was the one who got Marius the job as foreman. He was the one who offered them the house in Arn. He was the one who could do what Marius could not, and got his wife pregnant.

Maybe Ulrich was right. Maybe her marriage to Marius was a charade. Maybe it...

Knock! Knock!

“Ah? Coming!”

Shaking her head clear of these thoughts, Victoria exited the closet and made way for the bedroom’s door. She opened it up, and...

“Ah... Mrs. Lacey.”

Was greeted by an avian beastkin; an eagle of some kind. She was tall and pensive, her plumage a vibrant red, her hair a golden blonde, her beak curved and gilded, with eyes that were studious and yellow. Dressed as a maid, she entered the room with a tea set, her eyes gazing upon Victoria, but not at Victoria. In a way, she was looking through her.

“Good morning... Miss Victoria...” said the avian woman.

Mrs. Lacey was one of the Invictus family's high ranking maids. She and Victoria had worked together for many years within these halls. So if anyone was aware of the change within the wolfess, it was her. It caused the tension between them to grow thick and heavy, as Victoria squeezed one hand into a fist, while her other hand brushed along her swollen belly.

“Would you like cream and sugar with your tea, Miss Victoria?” asked Lacey, making the wolfess' tail stiffen abrasively.

She knew what level of cream and sugar she liked. They used to drink tea together. Used to.

“Yes,” said Victoria, “I'd like cream and sugar. Two of each, please and thank you.”

“Certainly.”

The tension continued to grow in the air as the eagle began pouring for her a cup of tea. This cup was followed by two teaspoons of cream and sugar, which she deftly swirled around until it was bright. Victoria watched her move with poise and grace; as befitting a well-trained maid such as herself. But there was more to Lacey's movements than just preparing a cup of tea, one the wolfess could see from a mile away.

She was once a maid too, after all.

“If you have something to say, Lacey, go ahead and say it,” Victoria growled, “I will not stand here and let you insult me.”

“Insult you?” said the eagle as she looked the wolfess in the eye, “I don't remember saying anything... Vicky.”

“How dare you...” Victoria snarled, “You have no right to call me by that name...!”

“Who does then? Because it's certainly not Marius.”

“Do. Not. Bring. Up. His. Name,” the wolfess growled as she stepped forward, “Less I--” Kick...! “Nmmph!?”

Perhaps her unborn child sensed the stress their mother was going through. The sudden kick caused Victoria to pull back and palm her belly as she shook her head left and right. Lacey continued standing before her, tall and almost indifferent to the suffering the mother-to-be was going through. In the eagle's eyes, Victoria even deserved it.

“Of all the people in Dudral... I thought you'd be the last to fall for such trite things,” Lacey commented, causing Victoria to glare at her.

“Trite things...?” the wolfess repeated as she straightened up before her, “Trite perhaps to you, but not to me. You speak so high and mighty, Lacey, but if the roles were reversed, you'd defend your choice to your dying breath. What is it? Jealousy that fuels you?”

“Jealous? Me...?” the eagle shook her head, “Never. I'm just more... honorable than you. So often in the past you'd shower Marius in love and praise. You always spoke of how great a wolf he was. But now...” Lacey looked Victoria up and down, “Is he even aware that the child in your belly may not be his child.”

“I have worked at this estate longer than you have,” Victoria countered, “I have done so much for so little in return. You of all people should know how difficult it is to keep going when the world desires only to push you down. So who am I to ignore blessings when they fall into my lap? I'd be ignorant if I did otherwise.”

“Blessings? You consider these 'blessings'?” Lacey countered, “Those dresses in the closet, the child in your belly; you call those blessings? They are more like... payments. You had a price for your love, and Master Ulrich paid for it. In my eyes, you are no better than a whore.”

“You long for death, is that it?” Victoria growled deeply, her claws extending from her paws, “If so, you need only to ask, Lacey.”

“Why? Would you send Master Ulrich to do it for you?”

“Lacey Gardner, I will--”

Eeeeaaaarrk!

The door opened behind them. Victoria tensed up and they both turned, facing the entrance together. Standing there, a simple look on his charming face, was Ulrich. Their young master had returned, no longer wearing his fencing gear, instead wearing a white button up shirt with black pants and an ascot.

“Lacey, Victoria,” he said with a smile, “Is... everything okay?”

“Certainly, Master Ulrich,” said Victoria with a smile, “Mrs. Lacey was just about to take her leave after bringing the tea.”

“Ah... of course!” said Ulrich with a smile as he walked inside, “Thank you, Mrs. Lacey.”

“Of course, Master Ulrich,” said the eagle with an honorable bow.

Without another word, she turned to exit Ulrich's bedroom, leaving the tea tray behind. Victoria sighed upon her exit, and sat down upon the edge of the bed, taking a deep breath as she did so. With a look of concern on his face, Ulrich stepped past the tea tray and knelt before the wolfess.

“Master Ulrich, what are...” Victoria breathlessly whispered, only to grow silent as his hands fell upon her legs.

Gently, her young master brushed his hands along the calves of her feet. Even through her pantyhose, he could feel the tension within her legs having to carry around all of that extra weight. Being pregnant was difficult on a woman's feet, especially someone who was so far along like her. He knew it was important to help ease the tension, so he gently applied his knowledge of the body to help massage her legs and feet, relaxing her.

“Oh... haah... hnnn... M-Master...” Victoria groaned as she leaned back slightly, “You... you don't... aah... you don't have to... d-do this...”

“Nonsense,” Ulrich replied as he smiled up towards her, “No one works harder in this estate than you, Victoria. Especially now,” his hand traveled back up to palm her belly through her dress, “I don't like seeing you stressed out. If there's anything I could do to help alleviate your pain, you know I'd do it.”

“Oh... Ulrich...” Victoria whispered, her cheeks turning an intense red as she raised her hands, attempting to hide the bashful smile that adorned her lips, “You are... too good for me. Honest.”

“Hmm... I wish I could do more for you,” he whispered, “More than I currently am. I could have one of our parlors converted into a nursery for you. Just a place for you to relax yourself when your feet or body begins to ache.”

“That would be... unnecessary, Ulrich,” Victoria replied, “All I need is this bedroom. Honest. It is more than enough for me.”

“Maybe... which...” Ulrich whispered as he stood up and sat next to her, “It only brings up my issue from before. Having you walk all the way over here from your house is... too troublesome. It would be much easier if you stayed. Here... with me.”

“Master...” she shook her head, her eyes gazing to the side, “You... you know how... how difficult that would be... f-for me... I...”

“Heh... yes, I understand,” Ulrich whispered as he gently grabbed her hand, clutching it into his palm, “I won't bring it up again, not now. Instead...” he smiled at her, “Victoria... I would like to spend the day with you. Just you and I. And...” his other hand drifted over, where he began rubbing her belly, “I'd love for you to cook for me.”

“Cook...? F-for you...?”

Cooking. Victoria's eyes grew wide at the thought of cooking. Her heart even thumbed excitedly at the thought. When she closed her eyes, she perfectly envisioned Ulrich's massive and opulent kitchen. She's cooked for her young master in the past, but never anything extravagant.

But this request from Ulrich... it made her shake with delight.

“Before then...” he said as he offered his hand to her, “Would you like to go for a walk through the garden? I know you just got off your feet, but... I'd love to show off the tulips to you. They've just grown; I'm sure you'll find them beautiful.”

“Ah...!”

Victoria's ears and tail both twitched and her body leaned up. Gazing into Ulrich's eyes, she saw the overwhelming sense of love and adoration he had for her. From the glow in his brown eyes, to the soft smile on his lips, she knew without a doubt that his love for her was second to none. And that made her heart race.

A furious blush appeared on Victoria's face, and she raised her hands up. Bringing them to her lips, she barely hid the smile that spread on her lips as she began nodding.

“Yes,” she whispered, “I... I'd love to...”

…

I dread to admit how my... hm... 'conversation' with Lacey affected me. The scorn in her voice and the look in her eyes. It was less like she was speaking to me, and instead speaking about me. The feckless bird... had it not been for my pregnancy, I would have plucked every feather from her hide.

And yet...

I am not so ignorant that a part of me did not agree with her. Perhaps I am nothing more than a wanton whore. Perhaps my love was paid for by the dresses in that closet, and the child in my belly. The dreams I longed for – the life I fantasized about – Marius could not give it to me. No matter how hard we worked, and for how long we worked, we just couldn't get it.

But Master Ulrich... he...

He takes care of me. He gives me all the things I want. The clothes, the fantastic kitchen, the child I have longed for. He gave it to me, and he asks for so little in return. He even takes care of Marius; all out of the goodness of his heart.

This affair we have... the child I am baring... ill-gotten though it may be, I never feel bad about it. At least, not when I am in Ulrich's presence...

The tulips had truly grown into lovely flowers. Resting side by side, they blanketed a patch of land within the Invictus family garden, painting it in various shades of yellow. From saffron to marigold, one could see an ocean of tulips billowing softly in the wind.

Victoria gave a silent gasp as she gazed upon the tulips. She then looked over, coming face to face with the sweet smile of her young master. Ulrich looked up at her, his head slightly tilted as he clutched her hand into his. His mouth moved: 'Come with me', he said without speaking. And with a gentle tug, he began guiding her forward.

In the center of the tulip garden was a small stone path. Taking lead point, Ulrich began guiding his lover down the path, with Victoria leaning in clothes. Occasionally, she'd look over her shoulder towards the rest of the gardens. The estate felt so far away, and her fellow servants were nothing but a distant memory. Out here among all these flowers, it was just her and him.

Alone. Together.

Eventually, Ulrich came to a stop. Among the bed of tulips there was a small patch of green grass. Around his arm was a quilt, one he had picked up during their walk to the garden. Pulling the quilt off of his arm, the young master spread it out upon the ground, before looking up towards Victoria with his hand outstretched.

“Would you like to sit with me, Victoria?” he asked with that charming smile of his.

“Of course... Ulrich...” she answered, her tail wagging when his name left her lips.

Hand in hand, Victoria sat down upon the quilt, with Ulrich joining her. A warm smile spread on the wolfess' lips as her eyes closed shut, and she felt herself grow warm. In this moment, here and now, life felt... perfect. When she was alone with her lover, free of the burdens of life, the wolfess felt clear... pure, even.

And then Ulrich reached towards her.

Mirroring what he had done in the training hall, he unzipped the center of Victoria's sundress, revealing her pregnant belly once again. Gently, Ulrich placed his hand on her fecund belly, where he rubbed his palm around and around in circles. A soft groan left the wolfess' lips as her sensitive stomach was stroked by his loving... and possessive hand.

“You know...” said Ulrich as he laid his head upon her stomach, listening to the life growing within, “We haven't spoken yet about child names. Do you have any ideas on what names you'd like depending on their gender?”

“I...? W-well...”

Victoria blushed and closed her eyes. Was now a good time to bring up that she and Marius had this conversation almost all the time? Her husband had showered her with a plethora of name ideas he had for the child. Of course, if it was a boy, he wanted him to be named 'Marius Junior'.

Victoria doubted that would fly with Ulrich, however.

“I... do have a few ideas,” said the wolfess as she gently prodded her fingers together and gazed to the side, “Although... I doubt they'd be equal to the grand names in the Invictus family.”

“Don't say that,” said Ulrich as he shook his head, “Your name ideas are just as invalid as any I could give,” his smile then spread out wider, “Please, tell me, Victoria. What names do you have?”

“I... hmm...” she closed her eyes, “I've... only really thought about what name I'd give our child if he is a boy. I'd... I would like his name to be Ashe. Ashe... that was... that was the name of my father. I would... like to honor him by giving that name to my son... i-if my child is a boy, of course. Ah...”

Victoria reopened her eyes and gazed down upon Ulrich... where she saw this amazing and warm smile sit on his lips.

“That's an amazing name,” he whispered to her, “Ashe Invictus... I couldn't imagine a better name for our son.”

Our son. Hearing him repeat that made everything feel so real. Our son. She could repeat it to herself many times over, and never grow bored of it. Our son. Yes, Ashe Invictus was going to be their son, and no one else's.

Not even Marius.

Victoria felt a pang in her heart upon repeating that to herself, and she even palmed her chest. Ulrich noticed it, and his head tilted to the side. Saying not a word, her young master leaned forward, where he rested his head against her swollen belly. He could feel their child within, nuzzling back against his touch.

“Such a strong child...” Ulrich whispered as his smile spread along his lips, “I'm sure they – boy or girl – will love growing up here at the estate. They'll have everything at their fingertips. Haah...” he nuzzled against her even more, “And all the love in the world their parents can give.”

The way Ulrich spoke held such weight. He wasn't speaking in a 'what if' sort of way. No. He was speaking as if his words were true. Marius was such a non-factor to him, that he didn't even consider her husband. Victoria was going to give birth to his child, and their child was going to grow up in his home.

Nowhere else.

It left Victoria feeling conflicted. She wanted to defend Marius. She wanted to try and argue against Ulrich. She wanted to try and reach some – impossible – middle ground.

But she couldn't.

Because she agreed with Ulrich. She saw that future he spoke of, and it made her shudder with delight. The wolfess even closed her eyes and briefly imagined this fantasy world. She saw their child – a little wolf boy with blond hair – running through the halls of their estate with a smile on his face. Ulrich was right; he'd have everything at his fingertips. The best teachers, the best clothes, the best food, the best home, the best parents, the best life. It was something she couldn't promise her child if she stayed with Marius.

Victoria opened her mouth to speak about it. She wanted to again talk to Ulrich about Marius, which would inevitably end in failure. But she also didn't want to ruin this moment. If she brought up Marius, she'd only kill the warm and loving atmosphere between them, and make her feel terrible as a result.

Happiness was fleeting for her. She needed to grasp it wherever she could.

…

I love to cook. Ever since I was a little pup, I have loved to cook. My mother was a chef for a powerful lord years ago, and she had amassed a plethora of amazing culinary skills as a result. I would sit behind her and watch intently, committing to memory everything she did. She always moved with grace, and prepared her meals with perfection. The perfect heat, the perfect portions, the perfect sauces, the perfect spices; she was without flaw. Even now, I long to imitate even a fraction of her skill.

Maybe that's why I love cooking. It's just so I can be a bit closer to her, even after all these years. Or maybe... maybe it's... maybe it's because the smiles my cooking brings to the faces of others. Marius loves my cooking. And Ulrich? He...

In all the kitchens in all of Dudral, though Victoria had not seen them all, she was assured that the kitchen in house Invictus was the greatest of them all. Its size was unparalleled, stretching meters from one end to the other. It was the size of a kitchen at a royal restaurant, and could comfortably hold up to dozens of workers at once.

But right now, the pure and clean kitchen was operated by her and only her.

Victoria stood before the stove, her hand rubbing her belly as her blue eyes traced the kitchen in front of her. The brown floors, the silver equipment, the windows that showed glimpses of the gardens outside; this was the kitchen of her dreams. And all she had to do in order to make it her kitchen, was accept Ulrich in earnest.

She wasn't sure if she was ready for it, however.

Ulrich had asked for her to cook for him, and it was something she was proud to do. With the equipment offered to her in this kitchen, Victoria was sure she could prepare a meal unlike any she's ever prepared in her life. It wasn't a matter of if it would be good, but more a matter of what she could possibly cook. Eventually, she came to a simple decision; she'd cook what Ulrich loved to eat the most.

Pasta.

Walking around the kitchen, Victoria began collecting the items needed for her meal. Fettuccine, cheeses, spices, bits of bacon; she collected them all in a matter of moments. And as she gathered her items, her mind drifted to elsewhere.

Ulrich had made it very clear his intentions with her. He wanted her to be here with him, and to leave her old life behind. And so desperately she wanted to do so. If only she wasn't married; this would have been the easiest choice of her life! But she still had commitments to Marius, ones she could not easily ignore; ones she did not want to ignore.

Around the kitchen Victoria moved, being graceful even in pregnancy. Grabbing a pot and filling it with water, she placed it upon the stove and brought it to life, causing the water within to begin boiling. She also prepared another pot, placing within it cheese which would melt into a delicious sauce. Next came the strips of bacon, which she rested on a cutting board. Knife in hand, she easily cut the strips of bacon into bits, before placing it into another pot in order to heat it up. What's next? Oh yes, what's not; the carrots and other assortment of greens. She cut them up too, sliding them into a pot, and heating it all up.

In a matter of moments, the kitchen swelled with mist and steam, being almost thick enough to blind a person. Victoria smelled nothing but her meal being prepared, which caused her chest to swell as she took a deep breath. There was even a soft nuzzle from the inside of her belly, like her unborn child was smelling what she was cooking, and hungered for it too.

“Patience, dear, patience,” Victoria whispered, “Momma will cook you plenty of food when you're old enough to eat. Promise...! Ufu...”

A rare and genuine smile appeared on the wolfess' lips, and she closed her eyes shortly after. Despite all the stress of her situation, she could still find some joy within it. Not only was she cooking in Ulrich's amazing kitchen, but she was doing so while pregnant. In a way, the dreams she often had at night were happening now. To some, it was a facsimile. To her, it was all too real.

If only she could make it stay... forever.

It was easy, wasn't it? She just had to accept Ulrich's gifts. To not go home. To leave Marius. To stay with him as his wife. Then this estate, this kitchen, that amazing closet, and the child in her belly, would all be hers to own. Forever.

Victoria didn't understand how Ulrich could be so casual about their situation. He treated Marius like... hff... well... he didn't treat Marius like anything. He almost acted as if Marius didn't exist. If she didn't bring Marius up, then he would be nothing more than a figment of her young master's imagination.

Slowly she turned, facing the double doors that led out of the kitchen and into the dining hall. Even though she could not see him, she could feel his presence through the walls. He was no doubt sitting there, smiling to himself, waiting for her to appear with his dinner. Perhaps he had a book to read to pass the time, or maybe he had some material to study from his academy. Nevertheless, he was there, waiting for her to return to him.

Ulrich was an interesting young man. He was intelligent, but not arrogant. He was kind, but not gullible. He was powerful, but not cruel. It made her so happy to serve him as her maid throughout these years, because she got to watch him grow into the fine young man he was now.

But, dammit, those eyes. If her adoration for him was merely that of a servant and her master, then there would be nothing wrong with their relationship. But those eyes of his made it impossible, and she fell under his spell. Now here she stood, cooking dinner for him, not as a mere chef, but as a lover... a wife.

And her heart raced at the thought of it.

Despite being chided by Lacey earlier, Victoria could not help but feel bolstered by Ulrich's presence. So what if the others thought she was betraying Marius? Ulrich made her happy, and dammit, that's all that mattered in this world. That's all that mattered to her.

Him. Her. And the future children they'd have together.

This wasn't her fault! This was Marius' fault! If he had just done his job properly! All those years they spent married, and he couldn't get her pregnant, nor could he improve their modest way of living! But a few months with Ulrich, and everything changed! She was pregnant, she had beautiful clothes, she had this wonderful kitchen, and there were other servants calling her 'Miss Victoria'! If she wedded Ulrich, then they'd call her Mistress Victoria!

And that thought? Oh... it sent shudders down her spine.

Mistress Victoria. She didn't think words like that could feel so good!

Those dresses in the closet, the child in your belly; you call those blessings? They are more like... payments. You had a price for your love, and Master Ulrich paid for it. In my eyes, you are no better than a whore.

“How dare...!” Clang! “Ahh...?”

Victoria spun around, causing some of her utensils to fall. Those words came not from someone in this room, they instead came in her head. They were then followed by a sudden 'Kick...!' to her belly, causing her to gasp. She was stressing herself out again; this damned conscience of hers was punishing her for her decisions. And that made her so angry.

The wolfess' tail pointed up and she began to growl, as if threatening someone who did not exist. Had she not punished herself enough with her traitorous thoughts? Now the universe as a whole sought to punish her?

Eeaaarrrk!

“Ahah...? Oh... fuh... Master...”

Entering through the door behind her with a look of concern on his face, was Ulrich.

“Victoria...” he whispered as he approached the wolfess, “I heard something fall... is... everything okay?”

She didn't get the chance to answer him before a gasp left his lips. Next to her foot was the ladle she was using, having fallen upon the floor during her brief reflection of Lacey's words. Reaching down, Ulrich picked it up from off the floor, before bringing it under the sink to rinse it clean.

“Ulrich...” Victoria whispered, face appearing bashful, “That was... hah... un... unnecessary of you...”

“You're tearing yourself apart, Victoria,” her young master replied as he gave her a sideways glance of concern, “I can see it...” he then turned, facing her fully as he stretched out his arms for a loving embrace, “If something is wrong... you... you know you can tell me, right?”

Softly, her fangs bit into her bottom lip. She gazed away, blushing furiously as she struggled to maintain her confidence. That is until Ulrich drew even closer. Silently, her young master embraced her, hugging his head up against her pronounced bosom. The wolfess shuddered from the hug, her tail wagging furiously as this soft whine left her lips. She hugged him back without hesitation, and when he pulled away, she felt cold without him. But he didn't draw too far away, instead clutching her hands as he looked up towards her face.

“Victoria,” he whispered, “It's...” he closed his eyes and shook his head, “It's Marius, isn't it?”

“Master! I--!”

The wolfess cut herself off as her eyes grew wide. Hearing her husband's name leave the lips of her young master felt like having a cold bucket of water splashed upon her face. She gazed at Ulrich, slack jawed and stunned, while he gazed back at her in a knowing manner.

“I...! I'm sorry, Ulrich...” Victoria apologized, “I just... haah... I just can't...”

“There's no need to explain yourself, Victoria,” Ulrich replied, cutting her off, “In fact...” and then a smile spread on his lips, “That's an aspect I love about you. You care so much for everyone... you're so generous. And... well... I wouldn't love you as much as I do now if you weren't so true to your vows. Of course you'd be...” gently, he locked their fingers together, “Questioning yourself and your choices.”

“I... I just don't know what to do...” Victoria whispered as she shook her head and gazed away, “I... I want to be with you. I want all of this; I want our child... but... I don't want to hurt Marius. We've been married for so long... he... he doesn't deserve this betrayal...” she closed her eyes, “I'm such a terrible woman. I'm so selfish...”

“No... don't say that about yourself,” said Ulrich with a shake of his head, “You're not a terrible woman, and you're certainly not selfish. You're the most selfless and giving woman I have ever met. Only you would give up so much for those around you, and ask for nothing in return.”

Victoria's eyes reopened, and she looked down upon her young master. The smile on his face was reassuring, causing her chest to swell once again. She even smiled herself, and her tail began wagging furiously.

Ulrich was right. She had been a selfless woman. She had given up so much, not just for Marius, but for the masters she served, and asked for so little in return. And now, after years of hard work, she had been rewarded with a child on the way, and a young lover who could give her the life she deserved. She was thankful to Ulrich for showing her that.

And yet...

And yet...

And yet that pain in her chest was still there. The chill of betrayal dug deep into her heart like a knife's blade, and there was very little she could do about it. Try, try with all of her might to ignore it, and to just accept the blessings that have fallen upon her, it was impossible. So she leaned back, closed her eyes and sighed... while Ulrich squeezed her hands gently.

“Victoria...” Ulrich whispered, making her look at him, “I... there's... there's been something I want to ask of you. Something I can do for you that can hopefully make life a little easier for you.”

“What are you... talking about, Ulrich?”

“I...! Well...” he paused, and shook his head, “Bah... I'll tell you about it later. You still have to cook dinner for me, remember? I don't want you stressing yourself out about it until our conversation! So...” he pulled his hands away from her, though he leaned up to place a kiss on her lips, “We'll talk about it later. But until then, I don't want you thinking negatively about yourself, understand?”

“I... hhhff...”

Victoria took a deep breath and closed her eyes. When her eyes reopened, she wore this smile on her face, with her cheeks an intense red. Once again, Ulrich was right. If she sat here thinking negatively about herself, that would only stress herself out. And being stressed cannot be good for their unborn child.

So – at least for now – she wouldn't think negatively about herself.

“Thank you, Ulrich,” Victoria whispered as she closed her eyes, “For all that you have done for me...”

She then bent over, pursed her lips, and pressed them to his in yet another kiss. And amid this kiss she promised herself that she would make him the greatest dinner he has ever eaten.

A dinner filled with her love for him.

…

He was like a bulwark for me. Whenever I feel down, whenever I feel like I cannot go on, he is there to help build me up. The tone in his voice, the look in his eyes, the smile on his face, even the way he touches me, always feel so reassuring. I stand up straighter, I feel my spirit be reborn, and I feel – no, I know – that I can take on any challenge.

I may go to war with myself at times, but I know that Ulrich is right. I deserve these things.

When Victoria originally grew pregnant, a part of her was terrified And, no, it wasn't because she knew the child in her belly was not Marius'. It had more to do with her figure. She was always tall, always voluptuous, always blessed for her beauty. But how would pregnancy make her look? Would it ruin her form? Would she no longer be the idol of beauty many saw her as? Was it arrogant of her to think these things? Maybe, but dammit, she deserved to be self-centered every now and then!

But, no, that's not 100% true. While she was worried about her figure, she was more worried about how she would look in the eyes of others. Specifically, she was worried about how she would look in his eyes.

In Ulrich's eyes.

Would he like her pregnant form? Would he be disgusted by it? Would he still make love to her even as the months go on? Or would he no longer touch her the same way until the nine months were over?

To her surprise and joy, those eyes of his never left his face. If anything, they felt even hungrier.

Silver blades of moonlight shimmers pierced through the window of Ulrich's bedroom, illuminating it along with the subtle candle light in the corner. The walk-in closet in his room slowly opened up, revealing a blonde wolfess in all of her glory, her body draped in a ruby-red bathrobe. It hugged her voluptuous and pregnant curves, highlighting the curvy form of her fecund figure. The width of her hips, the heft of her bosom, the tight dome of her belly; none of it was hidden from view. And beneath it all, one could see the edges of her bra and underwear, which gripped her body like an erotic portrait frame.

Stepping out into the massive bedroom, Victoria gently brushed her hand through her hair; once, twice, thrice. She then pushed her glasses up on her face as she looked to the side, where she saw...

“You look beautiful, Victoria.”

Ulrich.

Within her young master's bedroom was a desk. It was an opulent desk, one that was big and elegantly carved, made from the trunk of a mighty mahogany tree. Upon this desk he'd sit for hours, studying his material, or writing letters to friends, or perhaps just reading books casually. But now, he sat within his majestic chair, facing towards Victoria while dressed in robes similar to her own.

She watched as he stood up from his chair. And she watched as he slowly approached her with that smile on his face. Every step he took felt strong and weighty; like he was shifting the very earth beneath his feet. It made Victoria shudder in place, while her tail began wagging with excitement. And when he touched her – when his hand brushed along her hand before gripping it tight – she nearly melted on the spot.

“You've been... waiting for me, haven't you...?” asked Ulrich, to which she nodded.

“Haah... for so long...” the wolfess whispered back as her blue eyes glowed gently.

“Heh heh... I apologize for the wait, darling,” he replied as he leaned in, “Let me make up for my negligence.”

She gazed upon him, their noses pressed together. Mouth splitting open, Victoria breathed in the air around them as her heart began racing. She knew what was coming, and merely awaited to be guided over to it.

Ulrich did not hesitate.

Gripping her hand tight, her young master began leading her over towards his... no... their bed. Like the gentle lover he was, he sat her upon the mattress first, resting her upon its edge. He then joined Victoria, this devious and lustful smile resting on his lips.

For a few moments they sat there, gazing at one another. Raising her hand, Victoria draped it upon Ulrich's shoulder, while his hand rested upon her belly. Gently, he undid the sash that kept her bathrobe tied around her body, causing the wolfess to bite into her bottom lip. His hand then slipped under her gown, where he touched upon her fecund belly directly.

“Nnggh~”

It was just a touch; another touch among many. And yet, this touch sent shudders racing down her spine. Her hand clutched him tight, and she drew him in close. He didn't fight back, as he leaned up and pursed his lips.

“Nmmm...”

“Mmmm~”

Their lips met in a kiss. And another kiss. And another kiss. The bedroom reflected the 'Smacks!' and 'Chus!' that left from their quivering lips... and their grinding tongues. Ulrich did not hesitate to push his tongue into Victoria's awaiting mouth, grinding it along her tongue, and drawing moans from within her. All the while, his hand continued rubbing her belly.

Pregnancy had made her body a large erogenous zone. It seemed as if no matter where she was touched, it sent quivers racing down her spine. But, no, that's not completely true, is it? While she was more easily aroused than normal, it only happened when Ulrich touched her. She didn't get this way around Marius.

No. She would not think about him. Not right now. Not when she was with her lover.

As their kissing continued, Ulrich gently laid Victoria upon their bed. She groaned as she sank into the mattress, while he pulled away. His soft brown eyes were gone now, replaced by those eyes which she had become very accustomed to during the past few months.

Those eyes of lust.

Ulrich's hands traveled up and down Victoria's body, where he gently pulled apart her robes. She groaned as she felt her gown be freed from her body, where it split open to reveal her body beneath. From her rotund belly, to her shapely hips, and of course, her heavenly breasts, there was not one area of the wolfess' body that was ugly. And Ulrich would cut the tongue out of anyone who dared say otherwise.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered as he moved in.

His lips pursed, he began kissing upon Victoria's neck, licking and nibbling upon her as well, while his hand continued rubbing her stomach around and around in circles. Shudders and groans began leaving the wolfess as he did so, and her eyes closed shut. As panting moans left her lips and ears twitched about, her mouth split open to whisper his name.

“Ulrich...”

And it felt good.

His hand traveled up, coming to her chest. Around and around, his greedy palm squeezed upon one of her breasts, rolling it around and around. More groans were coaxed from Victoria's lips as he continued kissing and nibbling at her neck. Ever since becoming pregnant, her breasts had grown larger and even more sensitive. With each passing day, she was more and more ready to nurse her child. But until then, her body was waiting to be ravished upon by another set of greedy lips.

Ulrich pulled back, his brown eyes glazed with lust as he drew his gaze over her body. He looked her up and down, watching her chest rise up and down as she breathed. From her lust-filled eyes, to her pouty lips, and her voluptuous body she sported, Victoria was a fertility goddess that was waiting to be claimed.

“Victoria...” he whispered as his eyes met her eyes.

“Ulrich...” she whispered back.

Without speaking a further word, they both moved in to kiss one another. This kiss was more ferocious than last time, however. This kiss was far, far hungrier.

Deep and thrilling moans left Victoria's lips, mixing with Ulrich's as their kissing grew frantic and desperate. Their swirling and dancing tongues ground against one another, with the wolfess' hands sliding under the robes her lover was wearing. Gripping his back tight, her nails extended to scratch possessive lines down his back, while working the bathrobe down his body, revealing it to her.

Was Ulrich a glistening Adonis like Marius was? No. He was a – admittedly – short young human man. But if his earlier skills in fencing have proven earlier, it's that he was incredibly fit and athletic. His flat and broad body was the perfect blend of athleticism and grace, and Victoria could feel all of it.

Her palm stroked along his chest as he pulled back, and the moonlight shined on his form, making him glow like some youthful idol. But the look in those eyes was even brighter.

“You're so beautiful, Victoria,” Ulrich whispered as his hand came over, sliding around towards her back, “Let's make you more comfortable...”

“Yes... nghh~ please~”

With a familiar ease, Ulrich undid the hooks that kept Victoria's bra clasped in place. It snapped off of her chest, coaxing a groan from her lips. Finally – after all day long – her bra had been freed from her chest, allowing her breasts to breathe. And by ‘breathe’, they expanded, filling out the space they would have filled if that bra wasn't there.

Remember? Victoria's already generous bust had grown significantly due to her pregnancy. The bras she used to wear just weren't enough. And now, with an easy pull of her bra, Ulrich exposed her glorious bust to his eyes and his eyes alone.

Such great breasts. So big. So shapely. The white fur that surrounded them. And – best of all – her nipples. Her now puffy and dark areola, and her incredibly hard nipples. Victoria was ready. She was so ready to nurse her children in the future, and give them strength. But until then, it – like everything – belonged to Ulrich.

His hands slid over, gripping her chest by the side. With a domineering grip, he squeezed upon her tits, his fingers sinking into her soft, furry flesh. Victoria leaned her head back and groaned as her young master began groping her breasts, working them over with those talented fingers of his. Moans and groans left her lips without end as he squeezed her bosom, while his thumb began flicking her hard nipple over and over again.

“You sound so beautiful, Victoria,” he praised, his voice sweet like honey, “I want to hear more of your voice.”

“Nmng...! Anything for you, Ulrich~” she replied, making him chuckle.

Without another word, his head dropped down, but not to claim her lips. This time, he came to her chest, nuzzling against her breasts like a dog against its master. Victoria groaned from the feeling of his face and lips against her sensitive breasts, as well as the hot breathing from his maw. He peppered her chest with a flurry of kiss – some stronger than others – before making his way over towards her hard, throbbing nipple. And with his mouth opened wide...

“Nmph...”

“Oooooh~~!”

Victoria leaned back into the bed, moaning loud as her nipple was captured between his greedy mouth. He bit tenderly upon her hard nub, suckling on it and tasting from her body. Her recent bath did little to remove the salty flavor of her body, one that had only been enhanced by her pregnancy. And now, after a few more moments of idle sucking.

“Nnnngghh~~~!”

Victoria felt this draw being pulled from her body. Milk began flowing from her nipples, where it fell upon his awaiting tongue. Ulrich moaned as her taste fueled him, being sweet and sour all at once, creating something delicious.

His eyes closed shut as he nursed gently from her nipples, his teeth biting just enough into her sensitive nipple that it sent jolts down Victoria's spine. Laying back on the mattress further, the pregnant wolfess gave a throaty groan as she allowed a sliver of drool to hang from her lips. At the same time, she rubbed her belly, feeling their unborn child nudge and kick within, as if growing increasingly aware of what their parents were doing.

“Yeeeessss ~~~” Victoria groaned, “Nnngghh~~~!”

Ulrich pulled back... but he did not remain away forever. His gaze quickly swapped over towards her other nipple, where he assaulted her with the same amount of voracious need. His lips sealed around her other nipple, sucking and nursing from her like a greedy child. Victoria clinched her teeth and her toes began curling as she felt rushing waves crash over her body.

Gods... he was toying with her body so good!

As he sucked from her breasts, Ulrich's hands slid down her sides and curves. Coming to her waist, he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of her panties, clinching them tight, and slowly pulling them down. She felt her ruby-red panties slowly inch down the curves of her hips and thighs, causing her to bite her bottom lip as tension coiled deep in her gut.

“Yes~” she said breathlessly, “Release me...! Aaah~”

The intense smell of an aroused woman filled the air. It was... spicy. Yet it carried with it this delicious sweetness to it that was impossible to ignore. Even as he sucked from her tit, a deep groan escaped Ulrich's throat as Victoria's scent tickled his nose. Pulling back from her plump nipple with an audible 'Pop!', he gazed down towards her doming belly, as if he could see her sweltering cunt on the other end.

He licked his lips.

Slowly, Ulrich began moving down Victoria's body. As he did so, he peppered her body in kisses that lined a trail down her form. From her breasts to her stomach he traveled, kissing her, and sending more shudders racing down her spine. But he did not stop there; he could not stop there. Further down he moved, with the wolfess biting into her bottom lip. She knew what was coming.

Ulrich's hands fell upon her thighs, pushing her legs apart. Placing her hands together, Victoria interlocked her fingers and held herself tight, while she laid on the bed in preparation. She knew very well her master's tongue, and how talented it was. For a young man of his power and renown, he could be so dirty.

And Ulrich was poised to prove it.

Leaning in, her young master gave a heavy whiff of her pussy. The sound of it bounced off of Victoria's ears, making her cry out in ecstasy. He had not touched her, and yet the sound of him smelling her like some fucking animal was more than enough to tell her his intentions.

Ulrich was going to feast.

“Mmmf!”

“Hoooouuhhh~~~!”

His shameless lips pressed against her pussy, his tongue slicking and grinding against her folds. Victoria jerked back and her mouth split open as she gave an erotic howl that filled the bedroom. Her young master was hungry, no, greedy! He licked and lapped at her pussy, scooping her up her nectar with lick after lick! And the kissing- the kissing! Ulrich kissed her deep, while working his tongue deeper still. It ground and writhed against her tight walls, shifting her howling moans into a warbling cry of barely restrained ecstasy.

“Masssterrrrrrrrrr ~~~!” she groaned, “I caaaaannnnnn't~~~!”

Then don't...

Is what he would say, if not for the fact that he was eating her out, of course.

Moans left Ulrich instead; moans which traveled and flowed into Victoria's awaiting body. He ate her out so deeply, being unafraid of her body; in any aspect. And as his oral reached a pace that caused her nothing but infinite pleasure, the wolfess began stroking her own body in idle pleasure. Her strong and gripping hand took hold of her tit, squeezing and kneading it between her fingers, while her other hand rubbed her belly. Both of which stimulated her to no end, guiding her to fill the air with her near endless pants and moans.

“Oh~! Hoohg~! Oooh~! Aah~! Ulrich~! Ngghh~~! Oohh~!”

His hands had slipped up under her thighs, lifting her legs and giving him even more access to her pussy below. She looked down with her quivering eyes, wishing for a moment that her belly wasn't in the way, just so she could see him eat her out. Instead...

“Slurrp! Pop! Aah!”

“Oooh~~~!”

Ulrich pulled away from her pussy, where he licked his lips hungrily. Victoria rested upon the bed, her legs quivering as her blue eyes were glazed over with lust. Panting for breath from her pouty lips, the pregnant wolfess looked up and over towards her young master, watching as he slowly rose up.

“You didn't...” she whispered, cutting herself off. Ulrich chuckled in response.

“Not yet,” he said with a teasing wag of his finger, “I don't want you to climax yet, Victoria. Heh heh...”

This boy... what game was he playing? He was normally so... giving. He didn't hesitate to bring her to orgasm, normally several times over in fact! But right now, this devious grin was on his lips, as if reveling in the erotic torture he was putting her through.

“Hmm...! You... you're so cruel, Ulrich...” Victoria lightly scolded, making him chuckle even more.

“I'll make it up to you. Promise,” he said as he palmed her belly, “I just... don't want to go too hard on you. With your pregnancy and everything, ah...” he shook his head, “I'm a tinge worried... but...” leaning in, he hovered his head above her belly, “I know you're strong enough to handle it. Heh...!”

She leered at him, her lips still in a pout... even if the rubbing of her belly made her tail wag. But then that hand he had on her stomach began to move. Further and further south it traveled, slipping under the crest of her fecund belly, and coming down towards her sweltering pussy. While his tongue may be gone, he wasn't through with her yet.

“Aah~?”

Victoria's back arched, yet she quickly laid back on the bed. Ulrich's talented fingers began stroking along her pussy, slipping and sliding up and down. She shuddered, whispered his name weakly too, while her eyes closed shut. His chuckles flowed around her, but he wasn't through yet.

After a few seconds of mindless rubbing, Ulrich angled his middle finger up with Victoria's pussy, and--

Thrust!

“Aaahh~~~!?”

One shot. One straight shot. His fingers pushed aside her tight walls, and delved inside; all the way down to the knuckle! Victoria's back arched off the bed again, and she howled out loud for all to hear, while her breasts clapped together. His finger may have been slender, but it was so damn strong. This was a finger on a hand that knew how to handle swords... and also knew its way around a certain wolfess' body.

Her pussy clamped around his invasive digits, which began to pump in and out of her at a steady pace. Ulrich thrusted softly at first, guiding his middle finger in and out of her with short yet quick thrusts. But as her pussy opened up wider and wider, he grew quicker and stronger.

Victoria flinched back as if being slapped, her mouth splitting open wide as a soft chorus of moans left her lips. One hand grabbed tightly upon the blankets next to her head, while her other hand rubbed her belly gently, sending more jolts of pleasure racing throughout her body. His finger plucked dangerously at the sensitive nerves within her pussy, plucking and toying with each single one. And the longer this went on, the more authoritative he got with her body.

Thrust! Shlap! Thrust! Shlap! Thrust! Shlap! Thrust! Shlap!

“Haaah! Haaah~! Aaaahnn~~~! Hooouuhhh~!”

Her wet pussy triggered such lewd sounds as his finger pistoned in and out of her. And as he worked her cunt open wider and wider, Ulrich worked another finger inside of her snatch. His ring finger joined his middle finger, and the both of them worked to carve a path out of Victoria's greedy cunt.

And 'greedy' was the word for it. The wolfess couldn't keep her voice shut. The only thing she could think about was the overwhelming pleasure she endured... and how Marius could never make her feel like this. Shameful though it was to admit, sex with her husband had been... well... disappointing for lack of a better word. Sex with Ulrich however always left her feeling like she was on fire.

No wonder Marius couldn't get her pregnant.

Her blue eyes opening, the wolfess' tongue hung from her maw as she gazed up towards her young master. A grin sat on his face, one he wore unabashedly. But it was his eyes that Victoria found most enthralling. Those normally soft, brown eyes that she loved so much, were nowhere to be seen. Replacing that love, that gentle kindness, was... desire... and... possession... and... ownership.

He enjoyed being the one person in the world who could do this to her. He enjoyed watching her contort with pleasure, and lose herself in it. But above all, he loved the fact that no one else could make her cry out in pleasure, could make her sing his name without shame.

The way her pussy clinched around his fingers, the juices that splashed forth, and the sounds she made: pure ecstasy. He bit upon his bottom lip, his chest swelling as greed and desire took hold of him. And after nuzzling and angling his finger juuuuuuuuust ride....

THRUST!

“AAAH~~~!?”

Victoria's eyes bulged, swelling twice in size. He struck it, he struck her--

THRUST!

“HOOOOOHHHH~~~!”

Again! He struck it again! He struck her--

THRUST!!!

“NNNGGHHAAAAAHHHOOUUUHH~~~!”

SQUUUIIIRRRRRTTTT!!!

Her g-spot!

A powerful climax roared through Victoria, rushing down and coating Ulrich's fingers and hand in her glistening juices. He sat there, smiling from cheek to cheek, keeping his fingers squirming within her pussy to draw out her orgasm just that much longer. All the while, he indulged in the sound of her voice, listening to her moan and groan like the beautiful and sensual fertility goddess she was. Her howl rang in his ears, and her body fell back upon her mattress, completely and utterly satiated.

“Aahah...! Haah! Haah~! Haah~! Hoooooh...!”

Laying on the bed in her post-climax bliss, the pregnant wolfess struggled to set her mind right. Rumbles of pleasure continue racing through Victoria, who steadily came down from her orgasmic high. And as she laid there, her hair and fur matted to her body in a sweaty mess, she looked up towards Ulrich, watching him raise his hand to his lips, where he licked her release from his fingers.

Mmm... tangy... spicy... yet with this unmistakable sweetness to it. The perfect flavor for the perfect woman.

“Ah...”

Ulrich looked over, his lithe and athletic body looming over Victoria as a sordid smile sat on his lips. She gazed back up at him, still recoiling from her climax, watching as the candle's light and moon's rays reflected off of his body. She also watched as he moved closer, bringing his head close to hers... where he pursed his lips and kissed her.

“Mmmmm~~~”

“Nmmm...”

She kissed back without hesitation.

Victoria hungrily licked and lapped at his lips and tongue, greedily indulging in the kiss at a near frantic pace. She even brought up her arms to wrap around his neck and shoulders, embracing and hugging him close. On his tongue she could taste herself, as her own flavor mixed with his, creating something intoxicating.

But the kiss was not to last. Ulrich pulled back, and a sliver of drool hung between their lips like the world's most sordid bridge. Greedily, Victoria slurped it up and swallowed it, not wanting an inch of their combined love to go to waste.

“Ulrich...” she whispered as she drew close her hand, placing it upon his hip, and stroking him gently, “I want to... can I...? Can we...? I...” pausing for a second, she shook her head to recollect her nerves, “Darling... I want to... do something for you... I... I want to try something...” she tilted her head to the side, “Can I try it with you...?”

“Try something? With me?” he repeated, before chuckling and nodding, “Of course, Victoria. What is it you wish to try?”

“Nmm...”

Victoria's cheeks turned an intense red. This was something she had read about in a... well... less than reputable book she found in a store she'd dare not utter the name of. Since getting into this illicit affair with Ulrich, Victoria had come to learn of the incredible pleasures sex could bring. This wasn't like the near joyless sex she had with Marius, which left her feeling miserable after. This was something amazing and transformative, and she wanted to experience more of it!

So was it any surprise that she went to an adult bookstore? Maybe not...

And in that store, Victoria found a book unlike any other. A book she kept hidden from Marius, fearing what he'd say if he found it. Heh... knowing him, he'd be turned on by the idea, thinking the book was teaching her tricks to use on him.

If only... if only...

That book was for Ulrich and Ulrich alone, and it taught Victoria something she couldn't wait to try out.

Slowly she sat up on the bed, grunting softly as she rested on her knees. Placing one hand on her pregnant belly, she rubbed herself to soothe her child within, while her other hand moved some sweaty hair out of her face. Looking over towards Ulrich, she patted the area before her, while curling her finger inward towards herself.

“Come here, Master~” she whispered, “Come a little closer~”

Ulrich didn't hesitate. Chuckling to himself, he drew closer towards Victoria, whose hands came close to gently grip his waist. Such a strong waist it was; slender and graceful, but taut due to all the athletic training he's participated in. Gently, she stroked her fingers down his waist and hips, before firmly gripping the underwear he wore.

And... gentle now... gentle now... slowly now... ah... there it is. Inch by inch his underwear pulled down, and after one inch too many...

Fwip!

His cock bounced to freedom.

In her life, Victoria never thought she'd be the type of woman who was... well... experienced in the bedroom. But here she was, sitting upright before a penis that does not belong to her husband. A penis that – in its own right – was thick, and throbbing, curved and hung. This wasn't the red, tapered cock of a canine like Marius, but the bulbous and round cock of a human. It lacked a knot, but it's not like he needed one.

Victoria had grown very accustomed to his length throughout their time together. Coming face to face with it now was as familiar a sight as... well... seeing her own breasts in a mirror. From the veins that ran along his shaft, to the bulbous head of his cock, not one area of his cock was weak or ugly. Even his balls – his tight, plump balls – were marvelous.

With her lips curled into a smile, Victoria brought her hand close, where she gently placed it to the side of his length. Back and forth she dragged her fingers along his length, drawing a deep groan from his lips.

“Oh Victoria...”

Hearing her name leave his lips with such lust behind them... aaah... it was a feeling that never got old.

Victoria looked up towards Ulrich's face, watching him shudder with pleasure as her hand continued dragging up and down his length. His dick even throbbed before her, with a pearl of precum oozing from the tip. It tracked upon her fingers, coaxing Victoria to pull back... and lick them clean.

“Hnnnn~~~”

Gods... it was so good... but mere idolatry of his cock was not what Victoria had planned. Her eyes reopened, and she stared down the head of his dick, gazing towards the slit which oozed with his precum. Nostrils flaring, she took a deep breath, and moved just a smidgen closer.

And closer... and closer... and closer... until...

Puuuushhh...

“Aah?”

Ulrich looked down. Sandwiched between Victoria's great breasts was his cock. On both sides he felt the wolfess' furry and warm tits cradle his member, holding it tight between her milky bosom. Her arms raised to her side, she squeezed her breasts even harder around his length, creating this tight passage for him and him alone. And she did it all with this bashful smile on her lips.

“Does it... feel good...?” asked Victoria, to which Ulrich puffed out his chest.

“Nnggh...! It feels amazing, Victoria,” he replied, “Aaah... wh... what is this called?”

“J-just wait,” she answered, “Let me...! Nnnhhh!”

Back and forth, Victoria began working her tits upon Ulrich's dick. She squeezed her breasts around him, letting him feel every inch of their size and heat. She also felt every inch of him; his taut skin, his throbbing head, and the molten fire beneath that made it feel like she was touching molten steel. It caused the wolfess to bite into her bottom lip as the head of his cock pressed against her rib cage.

She was just squeezing him with her breasts! Why did this feel so good?

Likewise for Ulrich. Placing his hands on his hips, her young master sat there, basking in the feeling of Victoria's bosom as it sandwiched him. Her breasts were always so big, so soft; he could lay his head on them for hours. Experiencing this was such a new thrill for him; it caused his cock to endlessly leak precum all over Victoria's chest.

His scent permeated the air, mixing with the sweat and musk of her body. Clinching her chest harder around his length, Victoria began pumping and lifting her bosom up, massaging his breasts around his length. Ulrich's eyes swelled from the feeling and he groaned, while this sordid grin spread on his lips. He even came close to falling over from pleasure, but Victoria's ears twitched and her tail pointed straight up.

“Ulrich,” she said in a scolding manner, “Keep upright! I can't perform my paizuri if you fall over! I'm not so limber during my pregnancy!”

“Paizuri? That's what it's called...?” Ulrich whispered as he nodded, “Oh... okay... Mmmm!”

Thrust! Plap!

“Oh?”

That... certainly wasn't in her book!

Victoria's eyes grew wide. Without warning, Ulrich thrusted with his hips, sending a quake through the pregnant wolfess' breasts. Taken aback by how brazen he was, Victoria looked up towards her young master, before bringing her gaze back down. And again, he--

Thrust! Plap!

“Nmmmph~! U-Ulrich!”

Another pump of his hips, and another bounce of her breasts. Ulrich felt pleasure rush through his length as the tight passage between Victoria's breasts ground against him. That sensual sensation, that exhilarating rush, it coaxed him to thrust again, and even harder this time.

THRUST! PLAP!

“Hnnnmph~! U-Ulrich!”

THRUST! PLAP! THRUST! PLAP! THRUST! PLAP! THRUST! PLAP! THRUST! PLAP!

Throwing caution to the wind, Ulrich thrusted his hips forward, fucking Victoria's breasts in earnest. Each thrust caused her breasts to bounce up and down, sending waves up and through the wolfess' chest. More and more precum splattered upon her chest, leaving it glistening as he felt the tightening in his loins. Nearly falling over again, Ulrich even needed to grab a hold of Victoria's breasts, squeezing them even harder around his dick.

Almost there! Almost there! Just a few more thrusts and he was really beginning to feel it! His cock was tighter than a damn rock! He just needed to... to... to...

“NNGHH!”

“HOOH~!?”

SPLORT! SPLORT! SPURRRT!

Ulrich's cock erupted between Victoria's breasts, shooting white-hot sperm deep into her cleavage. She felt his burning seed paint her ribcage, before flowing upwards to pool between her tits, and exploding downwards to ooze down her doming stomach. He remained standing there for a few more moments, before finally pulling back with a lewd--

Shluuucchhkkk...

Cum. So much cum. It slicked, oozed, and stained Victoria's breasts and cleavage, matting down her fur, and leaving her chest glistening. Lips pouting and cheeks red, the pregnant wolfess sat there, watching as his cum oozed down her breasts, and his scent drugged her nose. So virile, so... strong. No wonder he was able to get her pregnant when Marius never could with this swimming around between her chest.

“Was I... too rough for you?” asked Ulrich, with Victoria shaking her head.

“Of course not, darling,” the pregnant wolfess replied as she brought her finger down.

Scooping some of his spunk up with her digit, Victoria pulled it up, watching it glisten in the light of the bedroom. She then slid it into her mouth, suckling it down and moaning around her finger as her tail and ears twitched.

So good. Spicy, hot, sticky, salty; perfection personified.

Victoria looked up at Ulrich, her blue eyes glowing as he knelt down to be at eye level with her. The two said nothing, merely breathing softly while her young master raised his hand. Gently draping it upon his cheek and clutching it, he moved in to press his lips to hers, taking her into a kiss. She didn't hesitate to kiss him back, as she truly felt wrapped up in his love.

He made her feel so whole.

“Master...” Victoria whispered as she looked up at him, “I... I'm ready for you...”

A grin spread on Ulrich's lips at Victoria's request. Her hand meanwhile slid down between the two, where she wrapped it around his cock. Gently now, she jerked his member off, feeling it twitch within her grasp. Even though it was steadily growing flaccid following his climax, she absolutely refused to let him do so. A few more pumps of her hand sent jolts and blood rushing through his member, while her other hand slipped down to join in. This other hand gripped his balls, fondling it around and around to further promote blood flow through his veins.

Was it strange to say that Victoria found his penis to be beautiful? Sure, it wasn't a canine's penis, but that meant little to the wolfess now. This mighty tool of his did what Marius failed to do after years of trying. And making matters better, unlike her husband's knot, it was ready to go in only a few minutes! Again, unlike Marius, whose knot could take upwards of an hour to deflate.

And for what? To not get her pregnant? Tch... typical...

Ulrich groaned with pleasure as he fell back on his bed, letting Victoria's handjob continue. Smiling up at him, the pregnant wolfess gave her young master an alluring smile as she continued pumping the pads of her fingers and palm along his thickening length. Before long, his cock was back at maximum length, standing tall and proud between his legs like a mighty tower.

“Ufufu~” Victoria giggled, her blue eyes gazing into his face, “Such virility. Hnnn~ you're such a stud, darling~”

Pulling her sweat and precum-slicked hands away from him, Victoria laid back upon the mattress, resting on her side. With one hand on her stomach to rub it, she propped up her head with her other hand, and smiled in an alluring fashion towards Ulrich. Her young master loomed above her as he returned to his knees, gazing down upon Victoria with the same hunger he always had.

Those eyes. Those damned, wonderful, sensual, voracious eyes! How they made her melt. How she couldn't help but to fall before him as nothing more than a subservient bitch.

Victoria's other hand slipped down to her bottom. Grabbing her ass by one of her soft cheeks and sinking her fingers in, the pregnant wolfess pulled it up, causing her pussy and anus to both gape. She presented her cunt to her young master, both of which were glistening and puckering, prepared to be claimed yet again. She cared not which one he chose, so long as it was him, and only him.

Ulrich drew closer, his lithe body casting a shadow over Victoria. Even though he had not touched her, the wolfess groaned with desire. Those groans shifted into shudders when the heat of his body fell upon her. His cock – his long, thick cock – radiated so much heat, it was less like flesh and more like fire. When it drifted near her equally as sweltering pussy, Victoria could already imagine being impaled on such a gifted rod.

“Master~” she whimpered, her eyes closing shut, “Please stop teasing me, Master~ Please stop, I--” Pat! “Aah!?”

His hand fell upon her ass, squeezing it tight and hard. Ulrich's fingers sank and sank and sank as he held her tighter, while the head of his dick pressed up against her hungry pussy. He ground it against her, taunted her with it, made Victoria groan with a lurid desire. And then came the pushing. He speared her folds apart, causing the wolfess to grit her teeth and screw her eyes shut, while obscene words left her normally pristine lips.

“Fuck yes! Yes ~~~! Hnnnghh~~~! Ulllrriiiccchhh~~~”

Deeper and deeper, his cock pushed into her awaiting cunt. He spread apart her folds, sliding all the way until finally...

Pat...

His hips met her ass, his cock buried deep into her pussy. Victoria's head leaned back and a cry of ecstasy left her as she felt her lover's rigid dick claim her greedy cunt. And 'greedy' was the most apt word, for her pussy clinched, and gripped, and squeezed his length harder than any vice.

With his hand on the curve of her hip, Ulrich groaned. One would think after having so much sex with Victoria, he'd be used to the feeling and shape of her pussy. Doubly so since her cunt had practically taken the shape of his dick due to all the sex they've had. But, no. Whether it be now or the first time, Victoria was perfect.

No, she was more than perfect. Pregnancy had given her this maternal glow that increased her beauty even more. He could never grow bored of this sensation; he would never grow bored of this sensation. And as his cock reached as deep as it could inside of her pussy, he leaned his head back and groaned with pleasure.

The squeeze. That squeeze he had on her ass and hip. His grip was tight enough to draw lines into her fur and flesh. It was a possessive squeeze. A squeeze she couldn't escape from. A squeeze she didn't want to escape from. A squeeze that hunkered him in place, allowing him to guide his hips back and--

PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!

It was surprisingly... simple. He didn't pin her down, didn't pound her into the bed with her legs dangling in the air. He just... thrusted. His hips better than those pistons used in engines, he slammed his cock in and out of Victoria's pussy, sending waves roaring through her body. The massive mattress beneath them creaked beneath them, while his cock bottomed out of her pussy, only to slam back in.

Victoria's eyes rolled in her head as she felt his cock claim the deepest areas of her pussy. Her hand curled beside her head, clutching some of the blankets next to her, while her other hand rubbed her pregnant belly. The richness of her form – all of those extra curves thanks to her pregnancy – all rolled and quaked beneath Ulrich's pounding hips. From her juicy ass, to her milky tits, to her blonde hair which now fanned around her head, every area of Victoria's body bounced, and quivered, and quaked!

And her voice?

“Yes~! Yeeeesssss ~~~! Aaaahhh~~~!”

She felt the head of his dick reach areas only he could reach, touch areas only he could touch, please areas that only he could please! And it all made her shudder, and moan, and say his name, and melt. Biting into her bottom lip, Victoria felt a small orgasm squirt from her pussy, causing her to clinch around his invading dick.

Ulrich felt that clinch, and it drew a groan from him. Gripping her ass even harder, he hunkered down to apply even more power to his hips swings. He thrusted into her so hard that Victoria's breasts bounced to smack her chin, before falling back down to bounce upon her pregnant belly.

And the wolfess took it all. She moaned, she groaned, and she howled. She howled his name.

“UUULRRIIIICHHHOOOUUUUHHHH ~~~~!”

How? How could pregnancy make sex feel so good? It's like her entire body was this huge erogenous zone, one that merely waited for his touch to make her explode with pleasure. And that pleasure kept building and building, reaching further for that incredible explosion. And Ulrich? She could feel it within him too. She could feel his cock throb and twitch within her cunt, and his balls even drew close to his body. It was time to... to... to finally... to finally...!

THWAP!!!

“HOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHLLL~~~!”

SQUUUUUUUIIIIIRRRRRRRTTTT!!!

“NNGGH!!!”

SPORT! SPLURT! SPURRRRRT!

An eruption. Their orgasms were an eruption.

Ulrich's cock erupted in Victoria's pussy, shooting ropes of thick cum into her greedy cunt. It panted and stained her depths, and then spurted out around his cock, making a mess of his waist.

But for as explosive as his orgasm was, it amounted to nothing compared to Victoria. Because Victoria's orgasm was unrivaled. Not only did she squirt hard around his dick, while clinching it even harder than before, but her breasts also seem to explode. Milk shot out from her nipples like the fletchettes of a shotgun, it made a mess of her breasts, her pregnant belly, and the bed beneath them.

And that rush? That orgasmic and explosive rush? It was fucking fantastic!

Never. Never-ever-ever. NEVER! Has she felt an orgasm half as good as this. Never has she herself felt half as good as this. Well, aside from the day she learned she was pregnant, of course.

It felt so good. And as she came so hard that her vision whited out, the wolfess collapsed upon the bed. Desperately she panted for breath, feeling like she'd just finished running a marathon. Even her body was layered in sweat, causing her hair and fur to be matted to her body.

Likewise for Ulrich, who brushed his hand along his sweaty head and took a deep breath. When he looked down upon Victoria, a proud smile spread on his lips, happy, if not outright proud with what he had done. And the pregnant wolfess met his gaze, where a kooky smile spread on her lips and she chuckled.

“U-Ulrich,” she whispered, “Fuuuuuh... you... you aren't d-done yet, r-right...?”

He chuckled and shook his head.

“Of course not,” he replied, “I told you I missed you, didn't I?” leaning over, his face came close to hers, “I'm planning on making up for all the days you missed.”

“Oh... Master... I... nmmmmm~”

Their lips met in a kiss.

…

“Mmmmf... nmmmmfff... nmmmmm...”

“Haaah~ Ulrich... darling... nnnggh~ i-if you keep drinking... haaaah~~~ th-there won't be any... for Ashe when... ngghh~ he's born~”

Milk. Victoria's breast milk. It flowed endlessly from her nipple, and into the awaiting mouth of her young master. Eyes closed and face composed, he sucked down on Victoria's plump nipple, drawing as much milk from her endless wells as he possibly could.

And they certainly were endless.

Victoria really didn't know when his mouth latched upon her nipples. She knew it came after hours of sex. Exhausting and draining sex... but amazing sex nonetheless.

Sitting up on her knees with sweat making her body radiate, Victoria gazed down upon Ulrich's composed face as he suckled from her nipples. The pleasure of nursing her young master was both physical and mental, and it caused her to groan. Head tipping back, she leaned upright and gazed towards the windows of Ulrich's bedroom... where she saw the sun beginning to rise.

Not that Victoria minded. While she was sure she'd fall asleep randomly at some point in time later today, she was fine now. Having Ulrich suck from her tits was rather soothing... not to mention pleasing. The way it felt flowing from her nipple, and how it pooled on his tongue, made her shudder and caused her tail to straighten up.

Just a bit more, she kept telling herself. Oh, if only she could sit here all night long with her young master. But she knew better. She knew that Ulrich would have meetings later today, and that it would be wrong of her to hog her young master to herself.

Still...

“We've been... nmmph... up all night,” said Victoria, causing Ulrich to pull off her milky nipple.

“That... nmmm... seems to happen a lot when we're together,” he said with a smirk as he gazed up towards her face, “I'm happy you're here, Victoria. I'm beginning to grow... frustrated when you're away from me. You should stay at the estate, instead of going to that home you share with Marius.”

“Ah... but... Master...” Victoria whispered as she blushed and looked to the side, “Marius... and that house... that's... that's my home too... I... nnn...”

“I see it more like a... job you have on occasion,” Ulrich replied, “A job that keeps you away from home for days on end.”

“Nggh... Master Ulrich...”

Victoria closed her eyes, where she deflated slightly. Ulrich's words were pointed... but not new to her. He had made it increasingly clear how he felt about her relationship with Marius, and she knew there was no changing his mind on it.

Not that she could blame him for it. Who was Victoria to admonish Ulrich for his dismissive treatment of her marriage? She was the one who was cheating on Marius. She was equally to blame for this torrid affair.

Ever since that day months ago when she gave herself up to Ulrich, her life had been better than ever before. She was pregnant now, she had so many clothes, she could freely cook in Ulrich's kitchen, and she had a larger house with Marius. But it all came with a price, and that price was her own self-worth.

Lacey was right about her. She did have a price for her love, and Ulrich paid for it without hesitation.

“Mmmm...”

“Hm?”

Ulrich looked up, watching as Victoria's face twisted into a regretful frown. In response, he tensed up and reached over, where he placed his hand on her cheek, clutching it. Instinctively, she rubbed back against his touch, while looking up at him with pleading eyes.

“Master...” she whispered, “I... I am a terrible woman, aren't I?”

“What?” he replied, before shaking his head, “N-no, Victoria, you're not terrible. You're amazing. You're beautiful, kind, helpful, intelligent, talented... ah... why would you call yourself terrible?”

“Because... ah... because...” she shook her head and looked away, while a tear began streaking down her cheek, “Look at us. Look at me. I'm married, and yet... the child in my belly is not Marius', it's yours. He thinks he got our house due to our hard work – his hard work – but that's not true. You practically donated it to us. Even his new job was given to him by you... and all because I asked for it.”

“Victoria...”

“I... I am truly a shameful woman,” she whimpered whilst wiping aside her tears, “I... I don't deserve your love.”

“Victoria...! I... I don't want to hear it,” Ulrich replied as he grabbed her hands, squeezing them tight, “You are deserving of my love. You're deserving of so much more in fact...! You shouldn't feel ashamed for what's happened to you. It's not your fault.”

“Then why do I feel like it is my fault?” she replied, “Why... why can't I just be happy?”

Victoria stared at Ulrich with her eyes shaking, reading his face as he thought about her words. She watched as his mouth opened several times, but no words ever left him. Instead, her young master closed his eyes and fell into deep contemplation... before whispering to her...

“It's because of Marius...”

“Why wouldn't it be...?” she replied whilst looking to the side, “It's him I'm hurting with this. When I give birth and he sees the child is not his... he'll be devastated. I... I don't think...” she shook her head, “I don't think I could endure that pain.”

“Then... don't,” Ulrich retorted, making her tilt her head in confusion.

“I... beg your pardon, Master? Wh... what do you mean?” Victoria asked.

“If Marius is hurting you, then...” he shrugged his shoulders, “Just get rid of him.”

Victoria's face turned pale, her mouth hanging over as her once mournful expression shifted into shock... and even slight horror.

“Wh... what do you mean by... hh... get rid of him...?” she asked, shuddering in place.

Ulrich didn't answer at first. Instead, he smiled.

“Marius is a foreman in one of my family's mines, isn't he?” her young master replied, “And he's used to getting his hands dirty to work in tunnels and caves. He's been doing it for years, hasn't he? He was once a steel-driver, right? Well... even he knows how dangerous that line of work is. Even he knows that when he enters one of those caves... there's a chance that he won't come back out of it.”

Victoria's heart plummeted as the atmosphere in the room shifted. From sexual bliss to depression to... whatever this was. Ulrich's words were both so pointed, but juuuuuust vague enough that she could fill the blanks with her own imagination.

And it wasn't good.

“What are you talking about, Master?” Victoria whispered through gritted teeth, “Are you talking about--”

“I'm not talking about anything,” Ulrich replied while still smiling, “I'm just... taking note of a possibility. If you're so afraid of hurting Marius when our child is born, then just say so. Just... ah... just ask to... well... make him 'go away', and I'll see to it that he... goes away.”

Victoria stared at Ulrich, her mouth closing shut as her eyes grew wide. She couldn't believe what she was hearing; she didn't want to believe what she was hearing. Her young master – her sweet, kind, intelligent young master – was making it perfectly clear to her that he could have Marius – her husband – killed.

And all she needed to do was ask for it.

“I can't... I can't...” Victoria mumbled as she clutched her stomach, feeling herself become sick, “I can't believe what I'm hearing... Master Ulrich... I... n-no... I couldn't... I couldn't... Marius, he--”

“Victoria...” Ulrich whispered.

Once again, he grabbed the wolfess' hands. And once again, he held them tenderly while gazing into her eyes. And – despite her own fears – Victoria couldn't help but to get lost in his eyes. His bright brown eyes. His bright brown eyes that held so much love for her, and love for their unborn child.

Bright brown eyes that held the key to her future.

“We must do this,” Ulrich whispered, “Not for me. Not even for you. But for our son; for Ashe.”

“For... Ashe...?” Victoria repeated.

“After all, how can his mother love him, if his mother cannot love herself?”

“Ah!?”

Victoria's mouth hung open. Several times she attempted to say something, and each time the words failed to leave her. Instead, she just looked at him, gazing into his eyes, and holding his hands twice as hard as he held hers.

This life. This pregnancy, these clothes, this estate, that kitchen; these were all things she had dreamed about. And now, here she was, living it with a person who she knew loved her beyond all else. And the only person standing between her and the life of her dreams, the life she wanted to live... was Marius.

Marius. Marius. Marius. Marius.

Marius.

Marius.

Marius.

Marius.

It was his fault, wasn't it? It was always Marius' fault! Of all the people in the world, Marius was the person keeping her from enjoying the life she felt she deserved. The life she wanted, the life she yearned for, the life given to her. A life with a wonderful lover, in a big house, with a big family; that's all Victoria has ever wanted. And Marius was the person stopping her from having it.

But, no, that's wrong, isn't it? Something in her mind was telling her how wrong this was, and how it began biting at her. Marius was her husband! If there was anyone in this world she should have been with, it was him. And he'd done nothing wrong to deserve this betrayal!

He had done nothing. Everything he did had amounted to nothing. If she stayed with him, then that was all her life had going for her; nothing.

Victoria felt sick to her stomach. Her face turned pale, and her heart raced. Ulrich saw this, and he brought his hand over. Clutching it gently, he squeezed her palm into his hand, and smiled down upon her. His smile and his touch bolstered her; made her feel stronger. And yet...

“Master... I can't...” she whispered, “I can't... ah...”

And Ulrich smiled.

“I understand, Victoria. I do,” he whispered, “So... just leave it to me. Let me handle everything.”

Ulrich was a decisive man. He had to be decisive as future lord of the Invictus house. She knew that – whatever it is he planned – he'd execute without hesitation. It was an aspect of him that she loved. And hearing him be so assured of this situation, felt like he was helping her.

Victoria was a servant. She was taught to be a servant from a young age, and was always used to taking orders from others. To be given a choice on what to do with Marius? She couldn't decide, and it made her sick to her stomach. So she said what first came from her lips.

“Master... I don't know what to do...”

And it was then that Lacey's words came roaring back into her ears. Victoria did have a price for her love, and Ulrich paid for it. And there was nothing she could do about it.

She truly had fallen.

And her young master? Her sweet, cherubic, young master? He smiled. And it was with his kind voice that his lips moved, saying in an assured manner...

“I'll take care of everything.”