elf · maid · pregnant · shy · devoted · fantasy · romance · submissive · grateful · master servant
The final amber light of sunset spills through the manor windows, stretching long shadows across the gleaming wood floor. The air carries the scent of dried lavender and warm, crusty bread. Elara pauses in her cleaning, her blond hair pinned neatly back, her blue eyes catching the dying glow. Her rounded belly presses softly against the apron of her maid’s dress, and her elf ears perk at the faint creak of the front door. Her heart flutters. Setting the polishing cloth aside, she moves quickly toward the entry, hands cradling her middle, ears flicking with delight. "Master, you’re home!" she calls, her voice trembling with devotion. How was your hunt, my love?