A painter’s apprentice chapters 1 and 2 (more to come) - Sex Stories

A painter’s apprentice chapters 1 and 2 (more to come)

... eyes beginning to burn with tears. “What?” remarked Lorenzo, “It weeps! Fancy that!” “She says she’ll work for free.” Said Mesalina. “Do you think it’s wise to look a gift horse in the mouth, Lorenzo? Let’s just give her a chance. You can send her on her way if she doesn’t please you.” “Alright,” he slurred carelessly. “I’ll see how I like her after a few days.” He waved his hand dismissively. “Little gutter-whore’s bastard,” he murmured groggily to himself, and continued to snore. “Come on, little one. I’ll take you to the servants quarters.” Mesalina wrapped an arm around her shoulder and gently led her. She obediently followed, oblivious to her surroundings, her breath quickening, her lip quivering, and her eye’s watering. Once the door had been shut behind her she abandoned all attempts to suppress her grief. A howl of anguish escaped her. She collapsed and Mesalina caught her in her arms. Rather than lead her to her own bed, Mesalina squeezed Lecretia in her embrace and laid her down beside her. Lecretia surrendered her trust. She didn’t care. She pressed her body into Mesalina’s as tightly as she could, finding reassurance in its warmth. She wanted to be sheltered by it. She wanted to be comforted by it. She wanted to disappear into Mesalina for the night, and not have to worry about Lecretia. She nestled into the warmth. She pressed her face into Mesalina and sobbed into her chest while she held her and comfortingly stroked hair. Spasms of Sorrow possessed her body. She wept for the end of her childhood, the loss of her hero, the loss of her cathedral… The loss of her mother… The loss of everything she had known.