Innocence

A/N: I feel like this story is a lot worse than Engulf and it's not exactly a pairing I like to write, just one that I thought would be easy. It was easy, and therefore didn't turn out very good. So please bear with me; I know I should've spent more time on it. I finished it late one night this month just for the sake of it because I started it a loooong time ago and had to get it out of the way! I'm so so sorry if you're disappointed, but just let me know what you think!

Innocence
"She's an innocent girl. But don't let her deceive you."
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Luke and Guy walked casually down the manor hallways, entering the drawing room on their left. "Sure is pretty boring around here," Luke observed, glancing around with bored eyes. He waved to one of the passing maids, and then looked over at a floor-to-ceiling window. Narrowing his eyes, he pointed at a woman standing there. "Is she new?"

A young woman in her mid-teens was staring out the window, duster in hand. She had light brown hair that was put up, and she wore a true, Kimlascan maid uniform. She let out a sigh, watching the bluebirds outside flutter with delight against the lighter blue sky. Guy approached her, but kept his distance, and Luke followed. "You alright, miss?" he asked, seeing that she wasn't doing her work.

The girl turned in surprise, a faint blush on her cheeks. "Whoa," Luke said aloud, though quietly. She had stunning ultramarine eyes, a soft face, and a dramatic hair part that caused her bangs to shield one of her beautiful eyes. Nimble hands, a curvaceous figure, and the features of an angel. Placing her hands between her full breasts innocently, she shook her head.

"I don't think I've seen you before. What's your name?" Guy began cordially, struggling to maintain eye contact. "I'm Guy Cecil."

"My name is Tear. Tear Grants." The woman nodded to Luke politely. "Good morning, Master Luke." She bowed respectively, her hair falling further into her line of vision. Luke nodded his response.

Tear tapped the toe of her shoe on the shiny floors nervously. Guy said, "I don't mean to sound forward, but what are you doing as a maid here with such gorgeous looks?" Luke's eyes widened at Guy's directness, and Tear's blush intensified, though she couldn't help but smile.

"Thank you. I really needed money, and this was the only opportunity." She looked at them both. "You two seem like nice people. I may like working here after all."

"So she is new," Luke murmured to Guy, who ignored him.

"Let me know if you need anything, Tear," Guy said, smiling with infectious charm. He walked away, and Luke, after casting the girl another look, followed him.

"Man, why do you always get the girls?" Luke complained as they exited the room. "You're always so...charming, right on the spot when you first meet girls. I wish I could be like that." He blew his red bangs from his eyes abstractedly.

Guy laughed kindly. "Don't say that! It just takes practice, and you're the Master of this manor practically. You have a charm of your own." They stopped outside Luke's room, and Guy turned to him. "She's an innocent girl. But don't let her deceive you." With a pat on the shoulder, Guy left Luke and the duke's son entered his room.

Back in the Drawing Room, a cute, blonde maid neared Tear, anger on her pretty face. "And just what the hell was that?" she demanded, inflection heavy on her high-pitched voice.

"Just what the hell was what?" Tear asked blankly, looking at the girl in confusion.

"You're trying to seduce Master Luke! It's so obvious!" the maid, Jolie, screeched.

"I'm doing no such thing!" Tear pleaded with reason. "How could you accuse me of-?"

"Oh, please." Jolie rolled her turquoise eyes with a disgusted frown. "I know how all you perky-tit types are. Give it a rest. You're his maid, not his love slave." She turned with a huff and stomped out of the room.

"Don't be ridiculous, I-!" The door slammed, and Tear was left alone. She walked back over to the large window, a puzzled expression on her brow. "I wouldn't have any reason to seduce Master Luke," she said to herself. However, she couldn't hide the smile that crept across her lips.

"But that's not such a bad idea."

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Phase 1

The next day, Tear had spent some time thinking and decided it was time to put her plans into action. Luke was sitting at the table of the Drawing Room one day with his friend Guy. The Duke was also seated with them, and Tear was sweeping the floors quietly. They were having small conversation, probably about the weather. Which was very nice that day.

Thankfully, the Duke left the room shortly. Tear walked across the floor and looked out a window. "Ah, it's such a beautiful day. Don't you agree, Master Luke?"

Luke looked up from his daze and nodded. "Yeah, real nice," he replied with his constant boredom. Guy rose from his seat and walked over to another window.

Sunlight streamed inside from the crystal clear windows and the wind blew calmly outside. "This room could use some air," Guy said, reaching up to unlock one of the windows.

A breeze swept into the room, across the floors. Tear forced a scream as the wind flew under her skirt, and she put her hands over it as the wind settled. She smiled coyly and looked up to see Luke watching her in surprise. Judging by the blush on his face, she knew he saw. Satisfied, she let her skirt settle and faked a blush of her own.

Guy, just turning around, totally missed the action but saw the expression on Luke's face. "What's wrong?"

"N-nothing!" Luke said hastily as Tear slipped from his view. Looking back at where she used to be, Luke found himself blushing more fiercely. "Damn, she has a nice ass..."

Phase 2

Later that evening, Tear was bringing the dinner platter to the table, along with a couple of other maids. She flicked her eyes up at Luke for an instant, and caught his glance. He was still a little shaken around her, she observed.

The Duke was making lively conversation with his wife, but Luke was elsewhere. Probably fantasizing about Tear further. She leaned next to him and set his plate down, and he detected the smell of perfume on her.

Tear leaned further in attempt to serve one of the nobles, but she accidently pressed her oversized bosom against Luke's face. Playing oblivious, she hummed to herself and withdrew, heading into the maids' chamber. Luke felt his face heat and he cast a glance back in her direction. Was that intentional?

The pretty maid looked back over her shoulder and gave him a flirtatious wink and smile.

Phase 3

When night had almost fallen, Tear entered the maids' bathroom. Everyone else was asleep or getting ready for bed, but she felt the need for a shower. Looking around carefully, she stripped and set her clothes in a neat pile.

Turning the water on, she hissed at the glacial stream. Once it heated, she immersed herself in the jets and gave herself a thorough rinse.

"That Luke," she began talking to herself. "I wonder if he's fallen for me yet. It would make all my plans easier the sooner I get done." She smiled to herself and had to keep from laughing. The maid cleansed her hair and began washing her luscious body. Soap glided against every portion of her agreeably, and she felt herself stiffen as she stepped back under the water. "So what's got me so riled up?"

Luke walked back to his room, passing the maids' bathroom on the way. At the sound of rushing water, he stopped and turned. The woman of his thoughts was showering peacefully, totally unaware. He could see in the stall quite clearly, the angel's long hair sticking to her slender body.

Luke swallowed hard as he watched her, feeling himself grow aroused. Her firm pink nipples seemed to glisten in the watery light and her thighs were the perfect shape. Her breasts seemed to look larger, no longer held back by the constraints of the uniform.

She gave her hair one last rinse before wringing it out and shutting the water off. As she stepped out, her breasts jiggled lightly at the step. She took a towel from the rack and when she looked up, she noticed Luke in the doorway.

Luke immediately stepped back. "S-sorry, I thought it was empty!" he lied, making a break for it. Tear watched him go, then smiled to herself.

Meanwhile, Luke went straight to his room and closed the door. "That was smart," he told himself. "But that girl...what is she?" He heard her pass by his door and shut out his lights. "Maybe tomorrow, weird things will stop happening," he hoped, laying on his bed.

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The next day did go alright, but at night, Luke approached Tear cautiously.

"Tear!" he shouted just as she was outside her room. She turned carefully to face her master and bowed politely with a smile. "Hey, uh, this may sound a little odd, but would you mind coming to my room for a bit? I've been meaning to ask you something."

Tear grinned, but hid her victory behind her hand. This is it! My chance at last! "Why, I'd love to, Master Luke." He took her hand and led her quite a ways down the hall.

While everyone else was asleep in the manor, Tear had been up late doing some extra chores, and Luke was daydreaming about her so deeply that he lost track of the time. Now the two entered Luke's room and the boy closed the door tightly behind them.

Tear faced the bed while Luke perhaps locked the door and she clasped her hands in front of her. She was about to turn around but she felt a pair of strong arms lock around her midsection. Gasping lightly, she put her hands on his wrists and attempted to push him off. "M-Master Luke?"

Luke breathed in the scent of her perfume, the same fragrance he had noticed the day before. "You smell so good," he murmured as he dug his face into her neck, tightening his grasp. Like flowers. "What are you wearing?"

"It's called French Rose," she replied unsteadily. This was not what she had expected. "Master Luke, what was it that you needed to see me about?" Instead of answering, Luke's hands made their way behind Tear, where she could feel him untying the uniform bow. "Luke!"

The bow fell to the floor in the dimly lit room and Tear whirled around, nearly losing her balance. She gasped in surprise as Luke grabbed her shoulders and kissed her passionately, and she soon felt consumed by the enchanting moment. Moaning softly, Tear wrapped her arms around Luke's neck, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened, Luke lodging his tongue between Tear's craving pink lips.

Luke let up for a moment and stared into Tear's mesmerizing blue eyes. Seeing that she was dazed and somewhat under his spell, he pushed her a ways back, onto the plushy bed against the back wall. She fell back and Luke climbed on top of her. "Luke, wait..." she tried, her head spinning with adrenaline. "This isn't...we can't...."

"Shh, just do as I say," Luke warned her, thinking for a moment what would happen if he was caught. His hands moved swiftly to the white string bow in the front of Tear's maid uniform and he pulled it untied, then unzipped the rest of the front. Tear's protests didn't consist of more than the occasional struggle and a slight whimper.

In her mind, however, everything was going fine. She could still accomplish her goal this way, maybe even more effectively. The girl instinctively kicked off her shoes and it appeared Luke's were off as well. She didn't know how far they would get before she mobilized her plan.

Luke pulled her shirt apart to expose her two round breasts. She didn't wear a bra or anything of the sort, to Luke's surprise, but it was less he would have to deal with. He let go of her shirt and moved back a bit, taking in the sight. Tear lied on her back, her arms against the bed with her hands tangled in her mess of long hair. The front of her uniform laid unzipped, the cleavage of her bosom peering out from the fabric. Her blue eyes were filled with lust and aflame with passion, her pink lips parted as she panted for control.

Luke undid his shirt and threw it aside, and Tear threw her hat to the floor, letting the rest of her hair untangle itself. The boy pulled Tear's shirt off and kissed her again. Soon, the two were sitting face to face on the bed. The maid straddled her master and felt his erection grow as well as her own desire. When their eyes met, she said, "Are you sure you want to go through with this?" She knew what he would say.

"Of course I do," Luke replied, finally initiating the approach to this particular maid. He had longed for her since the first day he saw her and now he could have her however he wanted. He may have had his way with a couple of the other maids, but Tear was different. Her smell, her eyes, her smile, everything was different. She was innocent.

Luke grabbed Tear's shapely bottom and kissed her again as she started undoing his pants, casually casting the belt aside. He levered her skirt up around her waist in the back and massaged her ass roughly, all the while probing into her wanting mouth with his equally searching tongue. Tear managed to undo his pants, but he pushed her onto her back again and removed her pantyhose hastily. When he scrunched up her skirt though, he stopped and jerked back. Tear bit her lip, for she'd been given away.

"What are...those?" Luke couldn't hide the bewilderment from his voice as he stared at Tear's geared-up leg. Sitting up slowly, Tear looked at Luke with surfacing sympathy.

She tentatively removed one of her assassin knives from her leg holster, holding it up to the light. Her expression was near unreadable, but she looked at Luke hard. "Nothing, just forget it." Luke was still a little careful, but she took off the set and the daggers were out of sight. "Maybe I can explain it some other time."

"Knives?" Luke asked, receiving no response from the mysterious girl. "Maids aren't supposed to have-"

He was interrupted as Tear dove on top of him, knocking him back on the beds sheets. "So I'm not a real maid," she admitted, placing a desperate kiss on Luke's lips. "Big deal. This isn't about that." Her hands wound their way back down, brushing against the inside of Luke's now exposed thigh. The touch made him shiver and he held his breath expectantly.

And here I thought this girl was innocent, he thought to himself, waiting quietly as Tear's hands removed his pants completely, as well as his boxers. But she carries around knives and- he sighed, not wanting to admit it--she seems to have a pretty good handle on what she's doing.

Tear first took Luke's erect member in her soft hands, sliding back up to his face. This time, she dominated this kiss as she plunged her sugary tongue into Luke's mouth, exploring the cavern fiercely. Her hands instinctively started working Luke's penis, making him moan in satisfaction.

This drove the girl to push harder and further into the kiss, also quickening the pace of her hands. Luke groaned in passion through her kiss, pushing his hips in rhythm with the girl's hands. Her lips caressed his face and placed small kisses on his neck, but Luke was not satisfied. They both knew where he wanted her mouth right then, and he wouldn't wait any longer.

He pushed Tear's head down level with his throbbing penis, and her lips found the tip. She carefully looked back up at her master before taking the head into her hot mouth. Luke gasped in ecstacy and grabbed handfuls of her long hair, pulling her towards himself and sinking his dick further into her mouth. She whimpered in slight fear when she felt the tip poke the back of her throat, and she glanced up at Luke again.

To Luke, the sight of a young girl with her lips wrapped around his cock, hazy-eyed and blushing, was enough to send him over the edge right then, but he wanted to wait. "Tear," was all he would say to motivate her as she applied soft suction to the man's organ, working her tongue across the bottom in a steady rhythm. A whisper of a moan escaped her lips as she released her hold for a moment, licking Luke as if he were a popsicle. He trembled as he drew close, not wanting Tear to let go.

"Don't stop now," he commanded, pushing her face back between his legs, and his penis slid smoothly back into her mouth. She glared inwardly at his demands, but began bobbing her head anyway, creating friction as well as suction.

She moaned in time with her strokes, massaging Luke's balls with her hand as she busied her mouth with the rest of him. Luke found himself no longer able to look at her as he came strongly into her mouth with a loud sigh. Tear pulled back in surprise a moment too soon as the rest of Luke's semen splashed onto her face. She licked the rest of it off Luke's member, some of it still dripping from the tip.

Luke panted in exhaustion as Tear sat back up, eyeing her knives on the table. I have to get this done quickly, she thought to herself. "Luke," she said, wiping her master's seed of her face and licking it off her fingers. "You better hurry up and do me before someone catches us."

The girl's direct message stung reality back into Luke's mind. But after he just climaxed, it would take a lot to get him to finish her in time. He would never have told her that himself, but she read his mind. Climbing on top of him, Tear smiled slyly.

"Your dick is tired, huh?" she teased coyly, drawing circles on his abdomen with her wet fingers. She positioned herself above his crotch, and leaned back a little, her breasts nearly blocking his view. "I can fix that."

Tear sunk her fingers into Luke's mouth and he coated them with saliva, wondering what this girl's next move would be. Looking down at Luke, she took her index and middle fingers of both her hands and placed them on her soft, pink nipples. Luke watched in fascination as she drew wet rings around them, pressing and kneading her fingers as well as her hips against Luke. She closed her eyes and hummed in pleasure as she increased the speed of her personal experience, adding her thumbs to the activity.

Every pinch, every squeeze, and every twist turned Luke on even more, and he felt his erection grow hot again. Tear felt this as well and pushed one of her breasts into Luke's mouth. He sucked it fiercely, lapping at her nipple with his tongue and biting it softly. She switched breasts, slowly positioning her entrance over Luke's now-hardened dick.

When she felt the speed was not enough, she cried out loudly and grabbed both of her breasts in her hands, squeezing them. Luke placed his hands over hers and kissed her passionately, working her tits with his hands and hers. Tear lowered herself forcefully onto Luke's penis, crying out in pain and pleasure. Luke, too, yelled Tear's name at the feeling on the penetration, now trapped in between the woman's walls.

He pushed her onto her back and pulled out a little before sinking further back in, immediately locating Tear's spot of pleasure. "Lucky guess, huh?" he asked her at the sound of her scream, and didn't give her time to nod before he hit the spot over and over again, his speed incomparable.

Tear was sweating and panting and moaning as Luke fucked her ruthlessly. The redhead watched Tear's breasts bounce with his every thrust, her flawless skin beaded in sweat. He sealed her lips with his and ran his mouth over her collarbone.

When Tear opened an eye, she figured she might as well get everything she could out of him, since she'd probably never do him again. She lifted one of her legs and moved it to the other side of Luke before moving onto her hands and knees, Luke still inside her. Luke blinked at the abrupt transition, but understood what she wanted. Grabbing her hips, he started thrusting again.

"Luke, Luke...!" Tear cried, almost on the edge of her climax as she felt Luke's large cock slide in and out of her tight pussy. "Harder," she urged him, guiding one of his hands to her jiggling breast. He grabbed the other with his other hand, again squeezing them in time with his pushes. Tear held her mouth open, ready to cry out in ecstacy at any moment.

Luke moaned in pleasure, feeling Tear's pussy tighten around his member as her scream pierced the air, her fluids coating him entirely and dripping from between her legs. He'd been holding back until she came before he let himself erupt inside her, pushing harder than he had been as his dick exploded with semen.

Tear gasped in bliss as she felt Luke's fluids seep inside her, and she smiled lovingly, falling to her elbows as Luke drew out of her. She felt his hungry tongue lap at her entrance as the licked everything away, be it his or hers.

Tender kisses were exchanged. Luke ran his fingers through the masses of Tear's long, straight hair. He whispered, "I love you," and Tear smiled as she said it back. Luke began to wonder if he'd been right about her after all.

As they lied together on the bed, Tear had forgotten all about assassinating him. Maybe she would marry him instead.

~Fin

A/N: VERY ABRUPT ENDING I KNOW! Please review, be it bad or good.