D.D. Ward is Writing

We were walking back to Castle Octavian. As we passed the halfway mark, in a quiet side street, Fiona clasped my hand. I gasped. She whispered to me, “We are being followed. No. I misspeak. We are being hunted. Look, the streets should not be empty. Do not act alarmed. But be ready to seek cover if I tell you.” So much for romance. I looked around. The streets stood empty. The shops sat closed. Fiona was right, that was weird. It was suspicious, now that I considered it. Even the smell of horse manure was faint here, a near impossibility on a city street. This was the perfect place for an ambush.  We walked on until I felt Fiona’s grip tighten. I prepared to run. Fiona made an abrupt stop and dropped her weapons. Then she grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back against her breast. I had a millisecond to realize that due to our height difference, Fiona’s face buried itself nose deep in my bosom. And then that millisecond passed and a thin hairy beast leaped through the space I had o...

As I walked towards the front gate, Manfred caught up with me. “Lady, a letter from Duke Delmar arrived by messenger.” He handed me an envelope and a paper knife. I cut the envelope open and returned the envelope and the paper knife to Manfred. “Thank you Manfred. I appreciate you getting this to me before I left.” Manfred caught himself mid-eyebrow raise, and switched to a smile. “You are most welcome Lady.” As Manfred departed, I opened the letter and read. “Dear Lady Ren. I am writing as I could not find an appropriate time yesterday to discuss this with you alone. We share a common cause: your cousin Lynn. I care for her. We have never known each other well. But we could not avoid seeing each other at social functions growing up. I have harbored something of a school boy crush on Lynn for the past four years. And I understand that she may return my affection. But my own affection compels me to oppose her choice to wed Prince Wulfric. I can see that you feel as I do, and are willing...

“Lady Ren. It is time to wake up.” My eyes felt raw, and my throat was hoarse from crying. I risked opening my eyes and saw Amy closing the door behind her. She slid a cut red rose into a vase on my vanity. I smiled at that. I loved roses.  I struggled off the bed. Remembering yesterday, I realized that I was giving Amy quite the show. And it involved my panties and a sheer nightgown. I blushed. And when I met her gaze, she blushed as well. Amy spoke again in a softer tone; “Ren, dear, did you sleep well? I know yesterday was rough.” “Dear?” I asked Amy shrugged, “I wanted to add something romantic. I was going to say dearest, but that felt a little much and a little premature.” I put a hand to my cheek, “Yeah. It might be a little soon for that.” I escaped the massive bed and took a moment to fix my panties.I assumed that male game designers chose panties for sex appeal rather than comfort. I shook my head. Although not a full thong, the panties I wore exposed much of my behind. “...

A knock sounded at the door, “For gods’ sake daughter, pick simpler outfits if they give you such trouble.” “Yes father!” I called, “I’m sorry, father!” I lifted my head. And I looked down at where Amy lay on the bed, her uniform a little more rumpled than it should have been. I pulled myself from atop her and stood up, smoothing my dress as I did.  “Wow,” Amy whispered as I checked my hair in the mirror. “How is it possible? I've fallen in love at first sight with somebody I’ve known for three years. “ “I don’t know. But I appreciate the second chance.” I turned to look back at Amy. I got an eyeful of her black lace panties. This was due to the ridiculous short skirt the maid outfit included. That and the crinoline that gave it bounce. I watched as she struggled to escape the enormous bed with difficulty. Her naked thighs rubbed together as she shuffled to the edge of the bed. Her naked legs set my cheeks on fire, and I felt something wonderful stirring from within my own panties....