Sweet Transgression

Morning sunlight filtered through the small window of the servant's quarters, casting a pale glow across Maeva's narrow bed. She sat on the edge of the mattress, staring down at the cotton fabric resting in her trembling hands. Her brows knitted together in profound confusion.

When she woke up and changed her underwear, she found a slick, sticky pool of vaginal wetness staining the crotch of her