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Vacation Leave	By : Eristia Category: +S through Z > Tales of the Abyss Views: 3902 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Tales of the Abyss. It belongs to Bandai-Namco Games and I do not make money from writing this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Day 1
- 2-Day 2
- 3-Day 3
- 4-Day 4
- 5-Day 5
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- 2
- 3
Here it is: chapter 2! I apologize for making everyone wait for this chapter, but I needed full concentration in writing this chapter. It was no easy task, I can assure you, and I needed the approval of my ‘editor’ before I could have this posted. Thankfully, there had been no errors spotted (I hope there is none) and we are good to go.

Five thousand and two hundred plus words for this chapter! I hope it was worth the wait. ^^

Please do review. I’m such a review whore that it is one of my sole motivations for continuing this series

Special thanks to the sisters (you know who you are *wink*), my ‘editor’ and my readers. Thanks so much!

Without further ado, here’s chapter 2

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Vacation Leave

Day 2

Meryl Oakland rose the following morning at five, an hour earlier than her usual six in the morning internal alarm clock, and despite feeling very tired, her body did not want to rest anymore. As much as she had wanted to laze around for the time being because of her master’s now laid-back schedule (it was his vacation time, after all), she couldn’t seem to fall back to sleep. The night before, she slept very badly, having only two hours of sleeping before being jolted awake for reasons unknown. It kept happening until she finally couldn’t sleep anymore.

“Damn it all…” she cursed under her breath and got out of her cozy bed.

She looked like a wreck. Her blonde hair was sticking out in all directions, and she had dark circles under her eyes. The blue pajamas she wore were wrinkled all over, a testament to her constant tossing and turning last night.

‘Well, who wouldn’t be able to sleep if your own boss suddenly decided to remove your top to check out if you have indeed grown up.’ She told herself bitterly as she headed to the bathroom to wash her face. ‘Then he decides that he needs to help you release so he goes off and molests you in a place where you wouldn’t even dare touch yourself…’

The scene from the beach kept haunting her. Right after that had happened, she had immediately dressed back to her maid uniform, despite the disgusting feeling of the garment sticking to her salt-water drenched skin and excused herself to head back to the castle. Once there, she angrily threw the key to the library in her bedside drawer and had taken a long, hot shower and locked herself in the room, feigning a bad case of colds and fever from the sudden swim. Hours later, when a maid friend of hers passed by her room, she handed her a list on what to be cooked for the master’s dinner and apologized for the inconvenience.

“It’s nothing, Meryl, don’t mention it. I mean, you’re always in tip-top shape.” Her friend smiled at her. “You’re the one who always looks out for us.”

“I guess.” She shrugged. “Anyways, how is the viscount?”

“Still the same, though…”

“Though…?”

“He looks more preoccupied than usual, and master seems distracted.” Her friend informed her. “Do not worry. We’ll do our best for your sake. His Grace will never know that you had fallen behind your current task of ensuring that he gets to relax.”

“Thank you.” For once, she smiled genuinely.

It had been a while since she had smiled sincerely. Oftentimes, it was a forced smile, just so she would not be able to show to the whole world that she was unhappy. Also, it was a rule made by the Madam that those working in House Fabre was to smile always. Meryl did not know why such a rule was implemented, but she suspected that the Madam needed all the smiles that she could see. After all, her husband was cold and distant. It was the same with her older son, while the younger one claimed that he was ‘too old’ to be coddled by his mother.

As soon as she had shut the door, Meryl laid down on the bed and fell asleep immediately from the exhaustion.

In the middle of the night however, she suddenly woke up and as soon as her senses came back to her, she was haunted once more with what had happened in the beach, as well as his actions.

He had the gall to masturbate her!

She could feel a blush creep up her cheeks.

It was so mortifying, really. Someone else just had to rub his fingers between her legs and there she goes, panting and moaning after him as if her life depended on that single orgasm. Had she really been THAT sexually frustrated?

Meryl was a virgin, of course, despite being a servant, but she still had her morals. What would her mother say if she knew that her daughter was turning into a whore?

That, and she served House Fabre.

Her reputation was on the line.

She was not a whore.

She was a maid, training to be a lady-in-waiting to the future Queen.

The Viscount’s future wife.

Wait… his future wife…

Somehow, that did not sit well with her, and she did not know why.

“Oh Yulia, what do I do now…” now that she was ‘feeling better’, she had to face him.

Moreover, whatever happens, she knew that she had to act normal.

It would be quite a scandal if they knew that the maid and the Viscount Fabre were having an affair that was beyond the relationship of a servant and a master.

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At half past nine in the morning, Meryl was finally done with her morning task. She had spent the whole morning cleaning the rooms of the castle, except for one, which was being occupied by her boss right now, cleaning the garden, reshaping each shrub and finally, to cook a brunch that befitted a young noble who was to be king one day. With all these done, she finally took her morning bath and changed into a new uniform.

She waited for Asch fon Fabre to come down and eat his breakfast. At this, she braced herself for his arrival.

‘Whatever happens, act as if yesterday was nothing more than a normal day.’

Half an hour had passed…

Then another hour…

By the time the clock hit eleven, there was no sign of the red head noble, as well as his ‘supposed breakfast’. There as a rule in House Fabre that any meal that was not served to the family after an hour has passed was to be given to the servants instead. Meryl found this rule to be quite annoying, for it screamed ‘elitist’. There were many hungry people, and the Duke and his family were being picky when it comes to food.

But then again, she noted, at least they had food fit for nobles.

At quarter past eleven, she began to worry.

What happened to her master?

As fast as she could, she headed up the spiral staircase of the castle and walked as fast as she could to her master’s room. Once in front of his room, she had knocked quite loudly. “Master Asch, time for lunch.”

No reaction.

She knocked harder. “Master Asch!”

A muffled voice responded. “Whaaaaaaaat?” he sounded as if he had just gotten up.

“For your information, we have been waiting for you to eat!” she yelled through the thick, wooden door.

Silence… then, he spoke once more. “Later. Wanna sleep.”

She raised an eyebrow at his response. The young noble was not very much fond of the informal language, yet he spoke like the common people when he replied to her. She knocked again. “Master Asch, you must wake up and eat!”

An object banged against the heavy door. Meryl figured it was one of his boots. “Don’t have anything to do today. Leave me alone.”

“I need to clean you room!”

“DO IT LATER!” she cringed at his angry tone.

“NO! I have to clean now! If you’re not going to open the room immediately, then I will!” without waiting for his reply, she shoved her hand down her pockets, fished for the keys and proceeded to unlock the door in her anger.

As soon as the door swung open, she walked inside, turned left and blinked at the huge amount of sunlight that poured into the room.

How could he sleep in this kind of environment?!

It was too bright in his room, she noted.

She surveyed her surroundings. The room was huge, as expected from a room of a soon-to-be-king of Kimlasca, as well as the standing of his family. From the main door of the bedroom fo the viscount, there were two other doors: the left door led to the bedroom while the right door led to the bathroom. Inside the bedroom was a small receiving area for visitors that contained a sofa set and to the far end was the four-posted bed. A few meters away from the bed was the door connecting to his bathroom, while beside his bed was a walk in closet.

“So you decided to barge in without my permission.”

She gasped at the voice and nearly jumped in the air from the shock. “M-Master Asch… I… I was just about ready to clean and—”

“No one enters my room without my permission. Do you not remember my golden rule in the Manor? No one, not even my mother and father enter my room without my consent. And here you are, a lowly, peasant maid, defying my rule.” He said in a low, threatening voice that sent chills down her spine. “Does it not follow that my rules at the Manor apply to the Castle?”

She wanted to apologize for her grave mistake, but as soon as the blonde maid opened her mouth, no words came out of her mouth.

Meryl was paralyzed in fear.

She was scared of what might happen next.

What was he planning to do with her…?

“Well, Meryl Oakland? You have yet to answer my question.”

“I… I…”

The pajama clad young man raised an eyebrow. “No matter.” He snapped, taking note of her features that morning. He was sick with worry when the other maids of the household informed him that the lone blonde maid had gotten sick from the swim yesterday, but it looked like she had feign the sickness.

Somehow, he expected it, but no matter.

He would just have to punish her for lying to him yesterday, and for ‘trespassing’ in his room.

With that, he grabbed her by the collar of her uniform and pushed her towards his bed. She landed on the said object and bounced hard against it, but not before squeaking as she landed. Before she could at least sit up, the young noble pinned her against his bed, glaring.

“H-heavy…” she squeaked as she felt him straddling on her hips. “C-can’t breathe…”

If Meryl were an ordinary woman, she would’ve started blushing over their very compromising position, but the young innocent was much too preoccupied with breathing. This irritated the red head further.

Why, all the noble women would give up their right arm just to be caught in this position with him. After all, they’d be able to strike it rich by marrying the heir to the throne.

Meryl, however…

Well, she just didn’t realize it.

“M-Master Asch, please get off, I can’t breathe…”

He raised one eyebrow at this. “You’re much more concerned with your oxygen supply?”

“Please… get off.” She begged, ignoring his taunt. “Can’t… breathe…”

He did get off, much to her relief, but she suddenly gasped aloud when he started lifting her skirt and threw it over, the hem landing just below her chest. “W-what are you doing?!”

“Shut up.” as soon as he took a good look underneath her skirt, he was very much surprised that she wore white garter belts to hold up her red over the knee socks under her panties. He found it rather enticing, and decided that it would be better if she were to wear the garter belts and the socks while he would do what he had planned.

Slowly, he tugged the sides of her underwear and pulled it down.

“M-Master Asch, please stop!!!” he could practically hear her begging as her composure began breaking down. A ghost of a smile appeared on his face briefly. For the first time, he had heard panic and fear in her voice, and not the usual fake happy tone that she used to talk to him.

He promptly ignored her and proceeded to throw away the underwear. The clothing lay on the floor, now forgotten as the young noble looked up to see her panic-stricken face. He flashed a smirk before prodding her thighs to open up further to see what his mind had been constantly plaguing him ever since that incident on the beach.

He ran a finger over the pink slit, causing her to inhale sharply. Satisfied, he continued with his task until he heard her moan in a low voice. Curiously, he inserted the tip of his index finger a bit inside her, and her moan turned into a low scream. Smirking to himself, he prodded his finger a bit more.

“W-what are you d-doing…?” she asked between labored breaths.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m helping your release your frustrations.” He said. “And… I am punishing you.”

And before she could even ask what he meant by such, he shoved his index finger between her legs and began to tease her furiously by caressing the inner walls of her sex. She wasn’t that wet yet, but given enough time with his lascivious teasing and strokes, Meryl would turn into a puddle of goo under him. He spread her legs more, as well as the folds of her sex, wanting to see and feel more of her smooth, intimate parts. An idea had entered his head at once, and with all haste that he could muster given his current aroused state, he slid his middle finger deeper than what he had done earlier, earning a gasp of surprise and pain from the maid.

“Ah, you’re opening up now.” He said, smirking at the pun as he pushed his fingers back and forth inside her. Meryl was getting wet, Asch noted, as soon he heard her screaming in pleasure from his ministrations, and he felt his fingers slowly being coated by her come. He quickly withdrew his middle finger, lift himself up and proceeded to taste her, all the while staring at the maid smugly.

She looked very lovely right now, in his opinion. Her blonde hair was now a mess, thanks to her constant tossing and turning and her headpiece fell off her head and was now resting beside her. Beads of sweat could be seen running down on the sides of her face, and her normally peach complexion was slowly turning red. She was also panting hard, a result of what his fingers had just done.

Meryl, face beet red from embarrassment, simply wanted the bed to swallow her, never to return to the face of Auldrant. She had let him touch her so intimately, to the point that she was nearing her orgasm. He knew the place where she would scream and pant, and yet, instead of kicking him away, she laid very still in his bed, let him do what he wanted and now, he was staring at her smugly, tasting her! As much as she wanted to rip that smirk off his face, she knew better than to defy him. The viscount was stronger than she was, and if she tries to escape…

She tried hard not to think of the other forms of punishment he might just do to her… it ‘d simply make her current state much worse.

“Enjoying so far?”

She could not even reply to a simple statement from the shock she had just experienced.

“I guess you are.” He answered for her, smirking ever so slightly, still licking his fingers clean. Why did he have to look so handsome and very naughty in his pajamas? His dark red hair was down, with no hair gel to pull it back and it looked a bit messy. It must be his bed hair, she told herself. His white cotton pajamas were wrinkle-free, either from his lack of tossing and turning or the cloth was simply wrinkle proof.

How she envied him for being able to sleep without getting jolted awake from the incident.

Truth to be told, however, Asch didn’t get to sleep. For hours, he simply laid on his back, staring at the ceiling as he contemplated on his actions that afternoon. Only when the sun began to rise did he fall asleep, and the much-needed shuteye was interrupted when the blonde woman knocked on the door loudly, enough for him to wake up, despite another door was located in the bedroom proper.

“It’s not yet over.” He interrupted her thoughts as he lifted her skirt towards her tummy. She wanted to die suddenly: her private parts were exposed for him to see, and given the daylight that streamed in his room… oh Lorelei, how embarrassing.

He could see everything!

“W-what…?” she finally found her voice. “W-what do you mean…?”

When the red-haired noble did not reply, she knew that she was going to be in trouble…

… And trouble was she in when the blonde maid suddenly felt a source of heat probing the private area between her legs. It felt wet and very odd, but somehow… it was welcoming.

Lorelei, it didn’t feel good. It was simply…

She truly did not know how to describe it.

As much as she wanted to scream bloody murder for the indecent committed to her by her employer, Meryl couldn’t seem to find the strength to do so. All that escaped from her lips were moans as Asch began licking her between the legs. Each time he did, she moaned, but when his tongue had hit a particular spot that made her both gasp and moan at the same time, he licked it furiously and her moans wouldn’t cease a second more.

Suddenly, a sharp pain in her right thigh jolted her to sit upright, but the viscount had a tight hold over the lower part of her body. “P-please stop, it hurts…! Something really hurts!” when he paid her no attention once and continued his licking, she tried to get away.

In seconds, she suddenly closed her legs, trapping Asch’s head as she let out a long moan from her lips as she fell back on the bed, shaking like a leaf.

Viscount Fabre, on the other hand, smirked as he licked and tasted more of her bodily fluids that came flowing from her. When he lifted himself off after he had licked her clean between the legs, he found her still shaking and jerking madly from what had just happened.

Meryl had just experienced her first orgasm.

He lay down beside her and held her, feeling her jerk occasionally from the after-effects of the act and when she had calm down, he got up from the bed.

“Meryl?”

She looked up at him.

“Change the sheets. You’ve ruined it.” with that, he headed off to his bathroom and did his morning rituals as if nothing had happened.

Meryl, on the other hand, could not describe once more what she was feeling, but she knew that if she did not stop herself, she might as well get a damn knife and castrate the viscount for what he had just done to her. After all, he acted as if nothing happened, even ordering her to change the sheets!

After all that he had done at her, that was how he would act?!

Fire suddenly appeared in her olive-green eyes.

He will surely pay for what he did!

Her right inner thigh was still very much in pain, and no matter how hard she massage the area to ease the pain, it wouldn’t go away. A sigh of resignation escaped her lips, and all she could do now was clean up as if nothing happened between her and her employer.

Thankfully, her socks had not been ruined, but the sight between her legs shocked even her. it would take more than just wiping on that area, and she knew that she needed to take another bath just for it.

There goes my early morning bath. She grumbled.

Oakland wore her panties despite the wetness in the area and half-limped towards the drawer where the bed sheets were located.

Back to work before her employer comes back from the bathroom.

She did not want to see him.

Not now.

But one thing’s for sure, and that was to make him pay for humiliating her.

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As he heard the young maid begin to clean the room and started changing the sheets, Asch leaned back against the wall of the bathroom and let out a sigh of relief. His manhood, still erect, was the cause of his sudden retreat to the bathroom. The red head needed a cold shower, quickly, and to temper down his state of arousal from what had occurred earlier.

He needed to cool down literally, before he gets tempted in locking himself in the bathroom for the whole day.

Lorelei knew what he would do inside the bathroom, as well as the walls, and the four corners of the bathroom.

He had to distract himself before he would contemplate on masturbating again over Meryl Oakland for the nth time in his lifetime.

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Viscount Asch fon Fabre had a late brunch that day, something that the servants did not wonder about because everyone in the household had been informed that the heir to Kimlasca was on vacation, and as they had expected, the viscount was starting to laze around. Of course, they did not know the truth as to why the viscount was late in going down for brunch…

Only Viscount Fabre, Meryl Oakland, his bed, the four corners of his bedroom and the walls knew what had occurred earlier, and he had no intention of letting them know that he had this sick, sad obsession with the house maid.

However, truth to be told, he actually enjoyed everything.

Not, it wasn’t because he was feeling very much perverted at that time.

It was because Meryl had not been disgusted with his touch. She had been meek enough throughout his debauchery of her, and she had not uttered a word to insult him. Sure, there were times when she had been too innocent and did not know what was happening but at least she didn’t look at him with disdain in her eyes.

All he could remember were her innocent eyes, her moans and her final scream before she hit the bed and orgasmed…

Lorelei help me… Meryl…

He had to will himself not to head to his bedroom and lock himself inside. For this afternoon, he decided to distract himself by going for yet another swim on the beach, only to back out the last minute because it greatly reminded him of the incident yesterday with her. With nothing left to do, he decided to explore the castle, having forgotten most of what it had to offer. He had only spent seven years of his childhood in Choral Castle along with his twin and parents, and they never came back as often as they could. Thus, most of what he had remembered about this summerhouse was now hazy.

He had to remember his bearings, now that he was to be stuck here for several days more. Asch knew that he might as well make the most out of it.

Three hours after he had exhausted himself from exploring the summer home of his family, he retreated to his room to have a nice warm soak in his bathtub. Thankfully, during the course of his roaming around and bath, she had been temporarily pushed away from his mind.

Once he was done, the red head decided to get dressed in his eveningwear, but decided that it would just be a waste of time to get dressed in stuffy clothes. Instead, he got dressed in his newly washed pajamas and rang for the bell. Minutes later, a maid had knocked on the door. “Yes, my lord?”

“I would like to have dinner in my room.”

“Certainly, my lord.”

The food came half an hour later, steaming hot, and Asch was not surprised that she was not part of the servants who brought up the food. Like him, she was probably confused about what had happened, and wondered what the status of their relationship was. Clearly, it went beyond the master-servant relationship, and even surpassed the level of childhood friends. As to where they stand now, even he did not have a clue.

He would ponder upon it more tomorrow.

Right now, he needed to get ready for bed. The exploration of the castle was very much tiring, and he was ready to sleep on the plush, carpeted floor.

He rang the bell once more, left instructions to the maids about clearing up the dishes in his room and disappeared to his bathroom for his evening rituals. Once he got out, he walked towards the direction of his bed, but nearly jumped out of his skin when he found a blonde woman wearing the official House Fabre maid outfit of black, red and white was sitting by his bed, staring at him.

“M-Meryl Oakland… why are you here?” he managed to say despite the nervousness he was currently feeling.

The woman said nothing, though she stood up at once and took swift strides to get to him. Once she stopped in front of the viscount, she grabbed the collar of his pajamas and pushed him at the direction of his bed.

“W-What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

Before Asch could let out another reprimand, his anger suddenly disappeared as soon as she pressed herself against his manhood. Lorelei be damned, he could feel her slit against the thin material of his pajama bottoms. Before he knew it, he felt himself get hard.

The young noble cursed under his breath.

Damn her for this…!

Meryl got off, and he suddenly felt disappointed, thinking at the back of his mind that it was all over, and she was simply teasing him with her antics. What he did not expect, however, was when she changed her position by nearly shoving her butt at him and she in an inverted position above him started to pull down his pajama pants.

Yulia Jue help him.

… Or maybe not.

His heart was racing, and such a thing had never, EVER happened to him in his life before.

He felt his pants slid down to his ankles, and his underwear had been pulled down to his hips. How Meryl had done that, the young man had no idea, but he was impressed that she was being so bold as to strip him naked down. Asch, on the other hand, lifted her skirt and nearly turned as red as his hair when he found out that she wore no underwear but simply her thigh high red socks and garter belts that helped the socks stay up. Her sex, soaking wet with her come, was right in front of him, and before he could even lick, she spoke for the first time since she had entered his room that evening.

“You may look, but you may not touch, lick nor insert your fingers inside me. Break the rules…” suddenly, she took his manhood in her mouth and gave a strong suction of her lips, something that nearly made him cry out. “And I stop.”

Damn her, now she is being demanding…

When Meryl saw that he was keeping his hands to his sides, she proceeded with her plan. Slowly, she licked the head, earning a sharp intake of breath from him. Smiling sweetly to herself, she took as much as she could in her mouth and slowly began to suck. With each action she took, her master moaned. The way he was reacting to her sucking was very much arousing. So much, that she herself was getting wet between the legs, and she wouldn’t be surprised if her come was already dripping down her thighs.

She never knew that this act was very much fun yet arousing at the same time.

Now she knew what her master had felt this morning when he was doing the exact same thing to her…

She would now be returning the favor, and at the same time, to punish him.

At this, she fastened her pace and sucked harder. As Asch grunted louder and willed himself not to come, he knew it would be difficult. Her warm mouth was much too enticing not to let some of his come spill into her, and she did make an effort to do all of this to him.

But then again…

The mere image of her face and chin covered with his come was too much for him to bear.

It was also an image Asch fon Fabre would really like to see in reality, and not just in his dreams.

And so, he let out a loud sigh escape his lips, and within seconds, his hands were suddenly on either side of her cheeks, and as soon as he had parted them, he began to lick her slit slowly. Meryl gasped at the action, and just before she could utter a word of protest regarding their ‘deal’, he had covered her lips, nose and chin with his semen. Tentatively, she swallowed a bit of it, blinking at the odd taste of his come.

At the back of her mind, she wondered why the viscount would enjoy such…

As she licked more of him, she finally understood why.

The taste was very much addicting.

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Despite feeling very worn out, he continued licking every inch of her sex, leaving no spot untouched. When his tongue touched her clit, a scream escaped her. Smirking to himself, he concentrated his tongue on the exact spot where her erogenous zone was located, and nearly flashed an evil smile to himself when he saw her thighs wet with her come. At this, he licked her right inner thigh, causing an involuntary shudder of pleasure to run down her spine again.

While Meryl licked his manhood clean, he, on the other hand, did not do the same. Instead, he used the natural lubricant to slide in two of his fingers inside her, the maid on top of him getting distracted from her task at hand.

“M-master Asch, I assume that you have thoroughly enjoyed this?” she tried to keep the seriousness in her tone, despite wanting to press herself more against his fingers.

He grunted in reply, tired from the fellatio he had just received from his favorite maid. Meryl, in turn, fixed her skirt, hiding her still wet sex from his views, which made him frown. Just as when he was enjoying the view of her slit, she just had to pull down her skirt.

Tease.

But then again, his fingers were still inside her… he could still do things to her.

“Y-yes… yes, I did.”

“Good. Now then, sleep well naked. Your pajamas are very much filthy.” With that, she rubbed her wet inner thighs against his sides, cleaning off her come. She swatted his offending hand away inside her, pressed her slit against his abs, earning a low moan from him and rubbed it slowly against him. As she jumped off the bed, she straightened out her maid uniform, slipped back her boots and walked out of the room as if nothing happened.

He, on the other hand, groaned at the state of his clothes, which were now stained with both their essence. Sighing, he discarded his clothes and entered his bathroom naked.

He might as well take another cold shower right now and sleep naked on his stomach to prevent any further erections tonight.

Only a man with no sense of imagination would not dream of Meryl Oakland in the most provocative and enticing way possible.
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