Lucy Wickshire 170 Chapter Twenty-One 3

Inside the house, the city lord's wife saw what was happening outside, from her window and called to her maid.

"Mistress." the maid blushed red as she walked in so see the naked woman. When the mistress was done serving the master, she was always called to come in and clean up the mistress. This cleaning up usually involved having to pleasure the mistress herself. She understood the master had special preferences; therefore, the mistress always needs pleasuring after. Seeing the naked mistress, she started to remove her dress, like she had always done.

"Not that. Pack everything. Quickly!" the mistress said and the maid paused. She was not called to clean up?

"What are you waiting for? Do you want to die? Start packing some of my clothes. Not too much, so that we can leave without notice. I will get some money." the naked woman turned and started gathering any thing of value.

"Mistress, why are we packing? Where are we going?" the maid asked as she pushed clothes into a bag. The mistress said to pack, but she was not sure what to pack.

"Light clothes or heavy clothes? Will it be windy or..." the maid tarted to ask.

"Shut up, you idiot. Use your head! Pack a few clothes so that we don't die outside. Do you think we are going on a vacation? We are running for our lives!" she scolded the girl who trembled and worked faster. She was not sure why they need to run, but she knew how to do her job.

"Go and pack something warm while I dress. Don't tell anyone. Be careful not to let anyone know we are leaving." she said and the maid dashed away to get her things.

The door opened and the head guard walked in. Half dressed, she was expecting to see her maid but was met with the guard. He did not let her finish dressing as he grabbed her to himself and roughly made his way between her legs. She tremble when he reached his goal.

"Let me go!" she struggled. He glanced at the packed bag with cold eyes.

"Where are you going?" he asked her and she froze.

"Are you going to tell the city lord?" she asked.

"Depends on your answer."

"Seeing how you like your hand between my legs, I had guessed right. You always wanted to do this. Do you think the lord would not have your hands?"

"Seeing as you are running secretly into the night, you will not shout for anyone to come."

"Oh? So you want to take me here? On the master's bed? What will happens if he returns?" she asked and her maid rushed in to the scandalous scene. She closed the door behind her and froze by the corner. The guard did not bother to stop his actions as he grabbed a breast and squeezed making her wince in pain.

"You have not answered my question."

"You have to let me go. This is not the time for this!" she scolded but did not struggle.

"So, when is the time?"

"Do you think you will survive this? No one will survive this fire. My husband will be the first to die. No matter how strong you are, you are just a guard; you will be killed too. You want to touch me?" she said viciously, spreading her legs for him to have a better entrance.

"You might as well, since it will be your last." she said and he frowned.

"What are you talking about?"

"My husband is city lord, but he is more like a custodian. This land belongs to the Avrid and the city is just a formation to hold and harness what is under the city. Do you know why there are water martial artist here? Because of something like this. Whatever is down there, will be destroyed by too much heat, if a fire breaks out. I'm sure by now, the Avrid will be sending someone. This happened on my husband's watch. He will be killed, so will all of us." she explained and he stiffened.