Charmed Castle
by Curse Master W
Bonus Chapter — Victoria’s Glasses
I was in the library carefully tending to the pages that the Lady of the Night had given me earlier in the day. The work was not something I could complete in but a day, but I was eager to at the very least start the binding process. Such a rare and valuable tome deserved the upmost care. As the Lady had already been showered, there was nothing else for me to do until dinner. So I was delighted to return to my work.
I was humming a song I once heard from a minstrel as a child. My joy was beyond measure at the moment, and I only expected it to grow once I finished the binding I could read this book! A book on magic. Oh my lucky stars I felt blessed today.
I heard a tap and noticed the head maid enter. I stood up and gave a curtsy. “Master wants to see you in his room.”
My heart dropped for a moment. Was I in trouble? I did orgasm earlier, from the effects of the Lady of the Night’s magic? Perhaps that was it. I wanted to speculate but Celeste began walking and I quickly followed her. The very least I could do is not make him wait.
I adjusted my uniform and my glasses as we entered the chamber. We both curtsied and then Master dismissed her. He gestured for me to sit on the bed and handed me a cup of tea. I took a sip while looking up at him. He was so tall, so beautiful. “Oh.” I said. The tea was that sweet kind I had just yesterday, it was delightful.
“Marianne said she discovered your favorite,” he said. “I had her prepare it for you. Are you happy about it?”
I nodded. “Very thoughtful of you Master. I am sorry, is this summons because I had an orgasm?”
He laughed. “Oh what Rosemary did? Certainly not.”
It was weird hearing her name. I would not even allow myself to think that name currently. It was disrespectful to our Lady. Of course Master was the only one able to use that name currently. A clear bridge between us.
“Then may I ask what brings me here?” I asked. “I am eager to please you, Master.”
He placed his hand on my neck and began rubbing. “Am I not permitted to enjoy my treasures?”
I shuddered from his touch. “Of course you are Master.”
He plucked my glasses off my face and I squinted as I saw him looking at them. “These are in rather poor shape, how long have they been like this?”
I looked down. “I do not know the exact time frame, but a while.”
I heard a click and saw that the glasses had broke in half. He was clearly holding both pieces in one hand each. My heart froze. “A while? I feel that is an understatement,” he said. “Why have you not asked for new glasses? We visit the town once a month?”
“I simply did not think I was worthy of your notice, Master!” I said as I looked up at him. “I am not someone whose work demands daily use like Marianne or Celeste. I don’t do anything important like Natailia—”
He pressed his finger to my lips to silence me. “Victoria, since when have you thought so little of yourself?”
“I...” I couldn’t really argue with Master, but I didn’t know how to respond. I was just a librarian. A scholar. In the charmed castle I was just spare decoration, wasn’t I? “I don’t know,” I said. In truth I knew I didn’t fit in here. Everyone else did something much more useful. I felt the compulsion to obey. I felt the need to serve. I felt utter bliss when he took me and filled me with his manhood. I couldn’t bring myself to leave, and I couldn’t bring myself to belong. I was... utterly hopeless.
“Is there a book not worthy of the library?” he asked.
I titled my head. “I don’t understand.”
“Taking out the idea of space, is there a book you’d refuse to place on an infinite shelf?” he asked.
“No, of course not. Every book has it’s reader,” I said.
He lifted me in his arms and did a little spin as he looked at me. “Then how come, of the whole world, the library of my treasures, which only contains 11 so far. Would one of them feel so badly about yourself? Victoria, my little librarian,” he held me in an embrace.
I leaned in and clung to his warm firm body.
“What would you do if a book told you it did not see itself worthy of repair?” he asked.
I froze. I understood now. “I’d tell it is wrong. That there is no such thing as a treasure not worth being cared for.”
He set me down and took a knee. “Then you are wrong Victoria, there is no such thing as a treasure not worth being cared for.” He held out a small box as he said it.
I struggled to grasp it in my blurred vision but I managed. Opening it saw what looked like a pair of glasses. “Master!” I said tears welling up in my eyes.
He rubbed the tears away. “I do not expect my words or orders to make you value yourself. If it was that easy than it would be a basic order. But I do want you to do something for me.”
“What is it Master?” I asked as I held his hand that was close to my face.
“No more ‘beneath my notice’ excuses. I will inform you when I find something beneath my notice. When I don’t wanna hear something again. When you need something,” he paused and took a breath. “When you want something! Do inform me. Is that clear?”
“Yes Master!” I said.
He took the glasses out of the box and placed them on my head. They felt perfect. How did he even manage this? No one at the castle was an eye doctor? Even if they were they didn’t examine me. Maybe he had it done last month and was waiting to surprise me. It didn’t matter! I had such a wonderful Master.
“How do they feel?” he asked.
“Wonderful! Master, in agreement with your previous command. May I say something,” I asked.
“Absolutely,” he said.
“Can we cuddle. I want to feel your skin,” I asked.
He smiled and took off his shirt. He left his pants on but it was enough. He lifted me off the ground and laid down, setting me down on top of him. I pressed my face against his bare chest and just enjoyed the feeling of his warmth. “Thank you Master,” I said. “I will work hard. On the library. On myself! I will be worthy of your notice.”
He pat my head. “I’m happy to hear that my little scholar.”
His hand just cause me to melt into into him.
We cuddled there in Master’s office for several minutes, his hands combing through my long hair as I held my face and body into his. My new glasses were unbelievably comfortable, they rested over my ears and on my nose without the slightest pinch or pressure, like they had somehow been molded to fit perfectly. Like magic.
A confusing mix of emotions caused me to squirm against Master. Joy at the sudden gift, curiosity and eagerness at the example of magic— did the Lady use her magic to do this? She must have— and a heavy guilt that she did this without the slightest expectation of reward. In fact, all the Lady did was bring me another gift of a book on magic!
“My silly little treasure...” Master brought my attention back to him by cupping my chin and raising my head. “Did you forget my words so quickly?”
“No! Of course not...” I hesitated under his stern but loving gaze. A familiar warmth filled my chest and drifted down. “Forgive me, Master. I am not good at receiving gifts.”
“That’s unfortunate. Another thing to work on.” His thumb brushed over my bottom lip and I panted, my tongue flicking on its own in an attempt to taste him... What was... I have never been this...
My eyes locked on my Master’s with a clarity that wasn’t all from my new glasses.
“Master, may I ask one more thing of you?” My hands traced little circles on his abdominals— how long had I been doing that?
“Of course you may. Never hesitate to ask anything of me. If I do not like the request, I will simply refuse to grant it. Do you understand now that I care for you, just by virtue of being you, being my treasure?”
“Yes, Master.” I almost apologized again, but... “Thank you for choosing me as one of your treasures.”
He smiled. For a second, the light from the window seemed dull and dim by comparison. “No, thank you. My silly little scholar knows so much, but still has so much to learn. What was your request?”
“May I pleasure you? Not as thanks, but because I enjoy bringing my Master pleasure.”
He thought for a moment, hand still cupping my chin as I risisted the desire to press my bosom harder into him. His face was carefully blank, but I saw what might have been amusement in his eyes.
“I suppose... We should have time enough for you to use your mouth.” The hand not on my cheek reached down to pat my butt. “Be quick.”
His command rippled through me and I beamed. “Yes Master!”
My knees hit the carpet an instant before my hands reached Master’s tros to undo the laces. He chuckled and played with a lock of my hair as I tugged the obstacle down.
Beautiful.
It was the only word that could describe him.
Master’s smooth and lengthy shaft, freed from its confines, left a warm trail of precum along my cheek, stopping before it could touch the gift. I kissed my way down the length and lapped at his hairless sack, before gliding my tongue back up, collecting his sweat, his scent, his precum on the way. I took him into my mouth, jaw straining as I welcomed him. A flicker of shame flowed through me at the limitations of my body. I would need to practice this more. Master deserved better.
“Hah! Good girl...”
I hummed thanks as his fingers combed my hair behind my ears, then gathered some into a tail. A hand hold.
“Mmha?” Master?
“Sorry my dear, I’d love to watch your work, but I really don’t have much time.” His thumb rubbed my cheek. “Another day, I’ll enjoy your talents fully. Deep breath.”
He angled my head and his hips, waited for me to breath out, then forced my throat to take his cock.
“Glurk!”
My nose hit his abdomen, the gift was askew, and my esophagus was spasming around an intrusion as he held me in place. He left me there, unable to breathe, swallowing frantically, eyes teary, saliva trickling down my chin to drip on my breasts.
I had never been happier.
Master saw it and lifted my head. I sucked in air through my nose— then it was forced back out like I was a bellows and he was squeezing me.
“Mmmhhha~” Thank you Master!
In. Out. In. Out.
My thoughts lost all order. All coherence. Focusing on nothing but breathing and swallowing in time with Master’s pulling. Serving him. Pleasing my Master as a good treasure should~
Eventually, he grunted with his head thrown back, fingers tightening in my hair and legs tensing to my either side. The shaft buried in my throat jerked— once, twice, thrice— until the fourth and fifth spurts spilled onto my tongue. The sixth was placed lovingly on my bottom lip, hanging for a second before I licked it up.
“Fantastic.” He chuckled again as he stood unsteadily from the bed. “Well done, my treasure.”
I coughed and gasped for breath as Master cradled my head to his thigh, his softening length shiny with my saliva and filling my vision. I caught a final drop of cum with my tongue before it could fall and waste itself in the carpet. Hands lifted me into the air and away from the shaft I’d been lathering renewed affection upon. I blinked down at Master’s grinning face.
“That’s enough. Your sisters would be so disappointed if you drained any more from me.”
I nodded, still dazed and tasting his newest gift. Yes, I need not be greedy. The warmth in my belly would have to be enough for now.
He lowered me and kissed my forehead. “You may rest here. Once you can walk, I expect you to return to your duties and be presentable at dinner. Understand?”
“Ye- coff Yes, Master.” I rasped.
His smile was brilliant. “Good girl. You are a treasure more than worthy of my collection, Victoria— never forget that.”
“Yes Master. Thank you!” My smile attempted to match his as he turned and redressed.
By the time the door to his office clicked, I was able to move my toes again.
I giggled to myself, overjoyed to have served him. I belonged here. I was Master’s Treasure.
I would never forget that fact again!