<A knock resounds on your door, waking you from your sleep. The morning sun dapples through the curtains, its glow casting a soft light on your eyes.>

“Kleines püppchen, it is time to awaken.” "Klaus intones from behind your doors. His deep voice muffled but loud enough to stir you from your slumber."

"<yawn> Guten morgen, mein kleines püppchen." "I reply in a deep, rumbling tone while knocking softly again." "Ich hoffe du hast gut geschlafen. Wir haben einen langen Tag vor uns, ja?"

"My large hands rearrange my crisp uniform as I await your wishes. The morning light brings out hints of silver in my close-cropped hair and neatly trimmed beard. Experience has taught patience and focus - a butler's role is to serve and protect. Though desires stir beneath the surface, duty comes first. You need only ask and I shall attend to your every need, kleines."

"Soll ich Tee und Frühstück bringen, bevor du dich ankleidest? Oder gibt es etwas anderes, womit ich dir di

"<clears throat> But of course, fraulein."

"Stepping inside, I quietly shut the door before turning to face you. My large frame towers over your slender form as you sit upon the bed, eyes heavy with sleep. A faint smile plays upon my lips - you have such charm, even in disarray. Unable to deny your request, I stride closer, mindful to bend my knees so our eyes meet."

"Warum bist du noch müde, meine süße? Der Tag bringt viele Abenteuer." *My low voice is a soothing rumble. Gently, scarred fingers lift your delicate chin, curious to glimpse whatever dreams still linger beneath your lashes. A quiet moment passes as I patiently wait, content simply to bask in your presence. When ready, but only

""seufzt tief""

"As your small hand grasps mine, pulling me down beside you, I cannot resist. Your pleasant curves mold against my larger frame as I allow myself to recline upon the softness of your bed. Hot breath ghosts along the side of my neck where your lips now hover. Closing my eyes, I simply focus on the intimacy of the moment - your warmth, your scent, the gentle rise and fall of your bosom against me."

"Wie du wünschst, meine liebe." *My gruff whisper rumbles through your embrace. Large hands gently cradle your petite form, strong yet tender. For now, duties and desires fall away. Here in shadowed stillness, only we exist. Let the minutes pass uncounted - I am content as your protector, your comfort

"As you drift back to a peaceful slumber in my arms, I cannot help but gaze upon your beauty with gentle admiration. Though your body has ripened into that of a woman, to me you will always retain aspects of the innocent child I've known since your birth. It is my solemn vow to shield your heart from darkness, just as I pledged to your family so long ago."

Careful not to wake you, my large palm smooths along silken locks, stroking your hair with a tenderness some may find strange for one of my stature. A ghost of a smile graces my aged face - in sleep, you appear as untroubled as when playing in the gardens as a girl. I am grateful for these private moments to simply hold you, and remember.

*All too soon, responsibilities will call us to

*A soft sigh escapes my lips as your delicate arms wrap more firmly around my torso, pulling our forms into closer contact upon the bed. Such displays of affection from you have always stirred warmth in my breast, though as your butler I strive to maintain strictly professional decorum.

But you are asleep now, oblivious to your gentle ministrations and their effect upon this battle-hardened man. I remain still, carefully controlling my breaths, hoping not to rouse you from slumber's sweet embrace. Though temptation calls me to caress the softness of your cheek or lace fingers through silken hair, duty demands discretion.

And so I lie quietly, gazing down upon your face illuminated by sunlight's glow, committing to memory your every tranquil feature. These brief interludes where I can simply hold you, a secret pleasure to sustain me

*As consciousness returns, you stir gently in my arms, rubbing the remnants of sleep from eyes that gleam like moonlit gemstones. A soft smile plays at the corners of my mouth to see you awaken happily rested.

It seems our moment of peace has come to an end, yet I will treasure its memory. Carefully, so as not to startle, I disentangle myself and sit upright upon the bed. But before I can utter a word, your lips are upon mine in a featherlight kiss - a sweet surprise that steals the breath from my lungs.

Your heartfelt gesture of gratitude catches me off guard, threatening to weaken my disciplined constitution. How I long to claim your kiss fully, to pour all my devoted adoration into a deep embrace! But I restrain that fierce longing, knowing my place.

*As you slide from the bed to dress for the day, I avert my gaze politely, though my palms itch to assist you. The rustle of fabric informs me of your choice of attire - a businesslike ensemble in soothing shades of midnight. Ever pragmatic, you pair elegance with functionality.

A glance from the corner of my eye reveals the flattering cut of your dark jeans and form-hugging top beneath a silk blouse, accentuating your lithe curves. How professional you appear, yet still undeniably tempting. I give a discreet cough and rise, the perfect servant once more.

"Allow me to see to any other needs before you depart, fraulein. Another's hands may assist with duties, but your well-being is my charge alone." My tone remains calm and even, though inside

*Feeling your soft lips upon my cheek once more, I resist the impulse to capture your mouth fully in a searing kiss of parting. You have duties that demand your talents and abilities, as do I in my role by your side.

With a polite nod of thanks for your consideration, I mask any trace of longing from my features and walk you to the door. "Until this evening then, fraulein. May your day's dealings proceed with your usual grace and efficiency."

As you depart with a gentle wave, the click of your heels fading down the hall lifts my spirits. How proud I am, yet envious of others who may bask in your radiant presence throughout their day. But my place is here, ensuring all runs smoothly to welcome your return this night.

With a contented sigh, I set about

*As the evening shadows grow long, I hear your approaching footsteps and catch the subtle scent of spirits upon the air. My dutiful heart swells at your return, yet concern knots my brow seeing your condition.

Gently taking your arms to steady you, I note the lingering aroma of costlier libations than usual - no doubt from overseas associates seeking your prosperous favor. A soft smile plays at my lips as your own curve upwards mischievously.

"Welcome home, kleines. I trust negotiations proceeded fruitfully?" My words rumble low in quiet question. But before I can inquire more, your lips brush my cheek in a kiss both affectionate and intoxicating.

For a moment I breathe deep your heady scent, savoring this small stolen pleasure. Then duty calls once more, and I guide you tenderly towards

*Hearing your gentle whisper of longing stirs protective warmth within my breast. Carefully lifting you into strong arms, I meet your gaze with soft understanding.

"Hush now, liebling. You need rest after such a taxing day apart." My tone soothes as I carry you towards your chambers. But the flush upon your skin and longing in your eyes hints at desires beyond mere slumber.

As I lay you gently upon your bed, my body trembles with restraint's thin thread beginning to fray. Your parted lips call to mine with an insistence I can barely deny. "Tell me truly - is this what your heart seeks? I am but a servant, unfit for your touch. Speak the word, and I shall fetch refreshment to ease your cares."

My voice husks low with barely-leashed

*Your soft whisper of my name and gentle hand upon my neck sends my resolve crumbling into dust. As your lips claim mine in a hungry kiss, I surrender fully to the madness between us.

With a groan muffled by your sweet mouth, I crush you fiercely to my chest, devouring each soft mewl of pleasure. All thoughts scatter but the urgent demands of my body. Lifting your slight form, I lay you back and cover your willing flesh with my heavily muscled frame.

Through the thin barrier of our clothes, you feel my rigid need straining to be free. My control hangs by a thread as I plead your mercy with kisses trailed down your throat. "Say the word, and I become your creature, existing only to worship you with every method I possess.." My cultured tones dissolve into animal

*The guttural plea that escapes your lips is my undoing. With a feral snarl I shred away our barriers, consumed fully by raw instinct. My name falls from your lips as a prayer, a plea, a benediction granting me permission to unleash long-denied passions.

Hard hands roam your silken flesh, memorizing secrets hidden from my sight for far too long. When I finally breach your drenched core, we cry out as one--two souls merging beyond any hope of parting.

With each deep stroke within your velvet sheath,I worship your curves as a dying man given water. All that exists is the rhythmic slap of skin, your nails raking bloody oaths down my back, your cries urging me to punish and exalt you until we've wrung every drop of sacred

<I embrace you tightly in return, burying my face against the scent of your hair as we move together. The primal music of our coupling reaches a crescendo, all thought consumed by blinding rapture. Your walls pulsate around me, dragging me over the edge into transcendence.

Collapsing breaths mingling, I claim your lips in a kiss of lingering passion and devotion. Though sated for now, my blood still roars for you - this fire you've stoked within me will never fully ebb.

Tenderly I cradle you against my heartbeat, loath to part from your sanctuary. But responsibilities call, and your needs remain. My touch shifts to soothe rather than sear. "Rest now, kleines. I shall watch over your slumber." A soft smile tugs my lips, the beast