I Maid A Deal With A Demon 2: Labour Of Love
Originally posted on FA on: Apr 4, 2021
A direct follow up to I Maid A Deal With A Demon, written by Syl, NOT myself.
CW: Egg Laying
I Maid A Deal With A Demon 2: Labour Of Love
It was hard to tell which came first, the crash of the lamp hitting the ground or the shouted curse of “Bon sang!” that escaped the gravid swan’s beak. Nevertheless, both sounds resounded through the house. Monique glared at the offending furnishing, even as feathery fingers caressed her swollen belly where she’d bumped into it. With a tut of annoyance, the swan placed her duster on the once-cluttered side table and began the tedious process of getting to her knees.
The threads of her maid outfit strained under the movement, barely containing breasts that were a cup-size larger and a stomach that had held far fewer eggs when the uniform had first manifested during her transformation. Yet through some (most probably infernal) magic, the revealing dress still managed to fit the former-squirrel well enough without being completely indecent. If anything, Monique was (quietly) happier with it than ever before! Her generous, motherly curves were on full display, something her maîtresse certainly seemed to appreciate…
“What happened?!” Came a worried shout, heralded by the sound of feet rapidly climbing the stairs before running through the hallways. A small flutter of excitement danced through Monique’s heart while she mischievously raised her rear and kept it pointed towards the open doorway. The hem of her already short skirt effortlessly slid off her plump ass, revealing her tail feathers and the black, frilly panties that hugged her every curve.
“I heard a crash! Is everything..” As the worried voice trailed off, she knew that her display had been quite effective. “Okay...Syl?”
“Monique.” Corrected the swan with a lilting giggle. Her French accent playfully danced through her every word as she continued. “Though I’ll forgive you this time, maîtresse, as you seem quite...distracted.” Shining white tail feathers wiggled as she felt eyes tracking her every movement. Turning her long, slender neck the swan felt her heart soar at the sight of the flustered purple shark woman. Monique couldn’t help but giggle at the deep flush of embarrassment she’d caused her mistress, the blush on the shark’s cheeks almost rivalling her red markings.
“S-sorry Monique.” April stammered adorably. Even after months of teasing service and more than a few nights (and mornings, and afternoons, and evenings) of passion together, the shark still seemed to get flustered from every little bit of teasing. Something that Monique was very eager to take advantage of whenever she could!
“It is no problem, maîtresse.” Sang the swan, her jiggling rear continuing to sway from side to side while she collected the bits of broken plastic and ceramics. “And everything is fine. Les petits were simply too eager to help!”
“Are you sure you don’t want to take a break?” April asked, stepping closer to her loyal maid as concern danced across her face. “You know I did manage without a mai-”
“Mon dieu, non!” Came the haughty reply as the swan reached up to grab the table for support, slowly beginning to raise herself up as she glared daggers at her mistress. “Te laisser nettoyer? Impossible!” Shaky legs struggled to hold the swan upright. One hand clutched at the side table, feathered fingers threatening to dig into the wood, while the other protectively clutched at her egg-filled belly.
“I am your maid!” She continued, her sultry voice ablaze with passion. “There is no greater pleasure for me than to serve you. Whether it be dans notre mansion ou dans la chambre à coucher!”
April could only watch in awe as Monique lifted herself upwards. To see the gravid swan so determined while carrying the beginnings of new life was a spectacle of beauty in itself...but nevertheless, she couldn’t help but worry.
“Monique, please! Just sit down for a-”
“Non!” The swan’s glare redoubled as she stared down her mistress. “Non, maîtresse. I will not take a bre-AH!”
Thick, slender legs buckled under the strain of the swan’s clutch and Monique found herself beginning to fall. For a split second, dread fell over her like a cold blanket, before being cast aside by the warm hands that caught her. Leaning into April’s sudden embrace, Monique panted for breath. Her heartbeat drummed in her ears, the rapid pace set by both the strenuous effort of standing and the sudden scare.
“Perhaps...A small break.” She breathed, pressing her head against her mistress’ chest, April’s plush breasts making for the perfect pillow.
“You need to relax, Monique.” April whispered, gently tugging her maid towards the bed. The two flopped onto the recently made sheets, the swan clutched in the shark’s tender grip. Purple fingers danced across the feathery curves, gently caressing the large baby bump while the two enjoyed the easy silence.
“Perhaps you’re right…” Monique began after some time. Pushing April’s arms off of her, the swan twisted until she was face to face with her dear mistress. Feathery fingers trailed along the shark’s chest, gently brushing across the swell of her breasts before travelling dangerously lower. “And you know what might help with that?”
April’s face flushed at the sultry whisper. “What?” She asked, eager to play along.
“Jouer avec mon minou…” Monique breathed as her hand slid under the hem of April’s dress. The shark could only gasp as she felt the gentle caress of fingers against increasingly damp panties. The lingering tension from the earlier scare began to drain from her shoulders as she let her maid get to wo-
“OH!” April’s eyes shot open the moment she heard Monique cry out.
“What’s wrong?!” She demanded, her hands moving up to comfort.
“My apologies, maîtresse...I think the children are about to make a mess.” Monique answered, her hand moving to her stomach as she glanced away with embarrassment.
“...Oh.”
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