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A painter’s apprentice (chapter 1-6)

Date: 11/12/2015, Categories: Fiction, Lesbian, Reluctance, Romance, Young, Author: Artemis108, Rating: 33.3, Source: sexstories.com

Lorenzo Sacci. Was her childhood hero. She now looked avidly into his bloodshot half closed eyes. His mouth opened. He was about to speak. She listened earnestly. She thought excitedly of the altarpiece and keenly searched his snot-covered face for a trace of its genius. Instead purple vomit bubbled down his chin and he began to snore again. “I don’t want her.” He said at last. “This one’s too scrawny. “She looks like a prostitute’s whelp. And obviously the litter’s runt. She’s not good enough to be my servant.” Not good enough? Had she heard him right? Lorenzo’s words fell on her like a hammer and felt like a lead weight on her insides. Of course she’d been called worse things. But coming from the man she’d worshipped for so long… This unknown artist had felt like her only friend for her entire childhood. She felt her lip tremble and her eyes beginning to burn with tears. “What?” remarked Lorenzo, “It weeps! Fancy that!” “She says she’ll work for free.” Said Mesalina. “Do you think it’s wise to look a gift horse in the mouth, Lorenzo? Let’s just give her a chance. You can send her on her way if she doesn’t please you.” “Alright,” he slurred carelessly. “I’ll see how I like her after a few days.” He waved his hand dismissively. “Little gutter-whore’s bastard,” he murmured groggily to himself, and continued to snore. “Come on, little one. I’ll take you to the servants quarters.” Mesalina wrapped an arm around her shoulder and gently led her. She obediently followed, ... oblivious to her surroundings, her breath quickening, her lip quivering, and her eye’s watering. Once the door had been shut behind her she abandoned all attempts to suppress her grief. A howl of anguish escaped her. She collapsed and Mesalina caught her in her arms. Rather than lead her to her own bed, Mesalina squeezed Lucrezia in her embrace and laid her down beside her. Lucrezia surrendered her trust. She didn’t care. She pressed her body into Mesalina’s as tightly as she could, finding reassurance in its warmth. She wanted to be sheltered by it. She wanted to be comforted by it. She wanted to disappear into Mesalina for the night, and not have to worry about Lucrezia. She nestled into the warmth. She pressed her face into Mesalina and sobbed into her chest while she held her and comfortingly stroked hair. Spasms of Sorrow possessed her body. She wept for the end of her childhood, the loss of her hero, the loss of her cathedral… The loss of her mother… The loss of everything she had known. Chapter 3 “I think this should fit you. It’s one of Severina’s old dresses from when she was young,” said Mesalina, slipping it over her body. “I convinced Severina to let you rest today, but you’ll need to help with dinner.” Said Mesalina pulling Lucrezia to her feet. Her whole body ached. She walked as carefully as she could to the kitchen. “At least she looks some what presentable now.” Said Severina still wrinkling her nose in self-righteous disgust. “I will not have anyone looking like a ...