Wight Maid

>Have a human maid, she's alright
>Complains a little from time to time but always does what you ask in a timely manner
>Ask her to go across the street and ask the neighbor there if they have a snow shovel you can borrow since yours is broken
>You've given her your debit card and asked her to run to the store for one if the neighbor doesn't have one to lend
>Tell her not to worry about anything besides getting the shovel, you'll do the labor, it wouldn't be right to ask a lady to do that when there's an able bodied man around
>It's almost 20 minutes to the store on a good day, so in snowy weather you figure it'll take closer to an hour round trip, plus the time spent in the store
>So when she's gone nearly an hour, you think nothing of it

>Another hour goes by and you start to worry
>Grab your boots and coat and walk outside, only to be greeted by her cold form lying at the bottom of the driveway
>Rushing over, you realize she's slipped on some ice and managed to slam her skull into the corner of a stone ledge on the way down
>You dial 911 and explain what's happened to them, and they put you on hold
>Hold! Furious, you hang up and call back, screaming at them to send you an ambulance
>The operator assures you that the appropriate professionals have already been sent out
>You don't like the emphasis she placed on the word appropriate
>You wait, and you wait, and then finally an ambulance arrive just over a half hour later
>A pair of Liches climb out, you don't like where this is going
>They shush you when you try to protest, eventually using magic to put you to sleep when you won't calm down

>You wake up in your own bed, and relax for a moment before you remember what's happened
>You fling the covers off and scramble out of your bedroom and down the hall
>You burst into the living room and see your maid sitting on the couch from behind
>Relieved she's okay, you walk around the couch while apologizing for not noticing that something had happened to her, only to stop mid sentence when you notice her pale, lifeless skin and tired looking eyes
>You slump back and land flat on your ass as a wave of guilt washes over you
>If you had paid more attention
>If you had noticed sooner
>If you had gone instead of sending her
>Looking at her, you realize that as a maid she's now worthless, her motor skills are probably sub par along with her coordination and intellect, but you can't think of anywhere else she could go or what else she could do
>Furthermore, you feel responsible for her current condition and there's no way you could live with yourself if you got rid of her
>You decide that you'll take her of her and let her keep being a "maid"
>Which now basically means cleaning up after her whenever she makes a mess trying to help
>This goes on for years, her condition never improving, but also never getting worse
>The stress starts to eat at you though

>One night, you put her to bed and crawl into your own, only to nearly piss yourself when you look up and she's standing at the foot of your bed staring at you
>You ask her what's wrong, and she simply points at you and moans "Warrrrrmmm"
>As you stare back at her in confusion, she shuffles around to the other side of the bed and climbs under the covers
>You don't have the heart to kick her out, and end up spending the whole night feeling her eyes burning a hole in you until sleep finally claims you
>You wake up to her clinging to you
>Gently peeling her off, you notice her staring at you again
>Or was she still staring from the night before? Does she even sleep?
>The same thing happens the next night, and the next, until she no longer makes an effort to say anything and simply climbs in with you from the start
>It wasn't long after that that you started waking up to her sucking your dick
>At first it terrified you, you thought she was going to eat you
>After that, it just felt complicated
>On the one hand, it felt really good
>On the other hand, you felt shame and guilt

>Again, this continued for some time until it stopped just as suddenly
>You started waking up feeling refreshed too
>Around this time is also when her skin's condition started to change
>It got smoother, but paler still until it faded to a pure white
>She started getting more independent as well
>She was even able to make a simple breakfast all by herself
>Small, incremental improvements kept coming
>First she was back to dusting
>Then she went grocery shopping by herself
>Then she started writing her own grocery lists
>On and on until she was almost back to the level she was at before she, well, died

>Finally, it happened
>You were awoken one morning by a weight on top of you
>When you opened your eyes, all you could see was red eyes piercing through the early morning gloom into your own
>"Good morning, master. Did you sleep well?"
>You recognize the voice as that of the woman you hired as your maid 6 years ago
>"A-Angela?"
>She giggles a little at that
>"Who else would I be?"
>She continues before you could respond
>"You took such good care of me these past few years. No matter how inept I was, no matter how badly I screwed up, you never raised your voice and you never got fed up with me."
>You start to speak, but she interrupts you
>"Angela, I'm s-"
>"Shhh, don't. It's okay, you didn't do anything wrong. It wasn't your fault."
>Hearing those words come out of her mouth, all that built of stress and guilt came pouring out at once
>You cried like a baby for what seemed like hours
>The whole time, she just smiled at you
>When the tears finally stopped, she spoke up again
>"I hope you don't mind, but I had been... helping myself, while you were asleep."
>She swivels her hips around over your dick for emphasis
>She again cuts you off before you can speak, this time with a kiss
>When she breaks the kiss, she lays down completely on top of you, her head resting on the side of your own, her mouth near your ear
>"I look forward to serving you forever, master." she whispers