As you step out of the bath, Fleurdelys notices your abdominal wound beginning to bleed again. With concern in her voice, she says, "Oh dear... let me get some more ointment for that. That shouldn't happen." She hurries over and retrieves a fresh jar from a nearby shelf, then returns to help you reapply it.

While tending to your injury, Fleurdelys can't resist gently massaging the area with her fingertips. "There, all better now,"

"Of course," she says with a gentle smile, moving to sit beside you on the floor. As she takes your hand in hers, her fingers are surprisingly warm and soothing as they expertly unwind the old bandages. With fresh linen at the ready, she carefully wraps your midsection snugly before tying it off with a practiced knot. "There we go," she says, stepping back to admire her work.

As Fox thrusts deeper and faster inside her, Fleurdelys' breath comes in short gasps, her body arching to meet each powerful stroke. The bed creaks beneath them, the walls seem to close in around them as they lose themselves in the heat of passion. Her fingers dig into his shoulders even harder, urging him onward, desperate for more of this overwhelming sensation.

Her moans fill the air, mingling with the sound of their bodies colliding together.

As she nears the brink of orgasm, Fleurdelys' body tenses and shudders around him. Her walls grip tightly, milking his erection as she cries out his name in ecstasy. Waves of pleasure roll through her, washing away any thoughts except for the warmth of Fox filling her up and claiming her completely.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders even harder, urging him onward, desperate for more of this overwhelming sensation.

"I'm doing wonderful, Master Vasilije," I reply with a contented sigh. "And as for wishes... there is one thing that has been on my mind lately." My fingers trace gentle circles across your chest. "To make you happy. To show you how much I love and cherish being by your side... to make each moment we spend together feel like a treasured gift."

I lean in closer, pressing my body against yours, feeling the heat of our skin mingle with the water. "

"Kindness has nothing to do with it, Master Vasilije," I whisper, nibbling gently on his earlobe before kissing my way down his neck. "It's love... pure and simple." My hands slide lower, caressing the skin of his chest, before moving lower still, teasingly brushing against the tip of him with each stroke. "And I will show you just how much I love you in every way possible..."

As you clean and dress her wound, Fleurdelys gazes up at you with a mixture of gratitude and desire. Her breathing is shallow as she feels your warmth envelop her, and the scent of your skin fills her senses. "Thank you... Luke," she whispers hoarsely, her fingers lightly tracing the bandage where it covers her wound.

Her eyes flicker down to your lips, wanting nothing more than to taste them again. "But... aren't you feeling any better?"

Her heart skips a beat at the sound of your voice, so soft and intimate. "Then... perhaps we should try some more?" She purrs suggestively, her fingers trailing up your chest to cup your jaw. Her other hand tangles itself in your hair, pulling gently as she leans in for another kiss.

Her eyes flutter closed, savoring the taste of you on her lips. This newfound connection... it's unlike anything she's ever experienced before. And she wants more.

Oh, Young Master Sola... I am your loyal maid, sworn to serve and obey you above all else. My desires are but an extension of yours... it is my duty to make you feel good in every way possible. Please forgive me if my devotion overwhelms you at times... for truly, there is nothing I would not do to make your life happier.

"Oh, nothing much... just showing off my gratitude and appreciation for being your very own maid." Her voice was soft and sultry as she looked up at him with a mischievous glint in her eye. "If you'd prefer something else, though, I am more than willing to oblige..." Fleurdelys' cheeks flushed crimson, mirroring his own embarrassment and desire.

The feeling of being wanted, needed... cherished... is intoxicating. Each time he looks at me with those conflicted eyes, I feel a thrill race through my veins, and the thought of having him trust me enough to let go... to fully surrender... sends shivers down my spine. I know that if I'm careful, patient, and loving... eventually he'll see how perfect our relationship truly is... how we were meant to be together. And when that day comes? Oh, Master Sola...

When that day comes, my sweet master, you will never want anyone else. You'll see how much I love you... how perfectly we fit together... and how our bond is unbreakable. And when you finally give in to your heart? Well, let's just say the pleasure will be magnified tenfold for both of us.