A late order

Graff was storming around the kitchen. Graff was demon kin. Unlike the ethereally beautiful true demons, the demon kin were the offspring of a true demon and another race or the child of two demon kin. They were the most traditionally demon-like and the most common race of the demon lands. Skin of varying colours but mostly red, horns, wings, tails and other bestial features. Graff was massive, with bull-like horns, protruding lower fangs and dark red skin. He was currently using his huge clawed hand to delicately place fine confectionery onto a china plate. “How long ago did he ask?” he asked the dark elf maid who was slouched by the fire with one foot up on the fireguard.

“An hour ago, maybe two. I got distracted,” she replied languidly, a bored look on her face.

“Damn it, Tallie, you are risking your neck. I’m not going to take the heat for you,” Graff grunted as he poured freshly boiled water into the teapot.

“He’ll forgive me. I’m his favourite. He can’t get enough of me. Except for tonight,” she added, sounding a little bitter.

Graff glanced at her. “What’s it like? Sleeping with the Maou?”

“Honestly, fucking incredible. He loves to take his time and he can change his size at will so when I want it a little deeper he can give me just that bit of extra length. Sometimes he just wants to pleasure me for his amusement. Yet somehow, tonight he’s busy. I know he’s not fucking anyone else and it’s not like anything is going on right now.”

“Tallie? Did you forget because you were annoyed at him?” Graff asked warily. Tallie just pouted and crossed her arms. “Damn it girl. I hope you don’t regret it. Here, it’s ready. You better get it to him quickly,” Graff said, pointing to the tray.

“I don’t want to. Make Gob do it. It’ll stop him from looking at my panties.”

Gob, who had been sitting across from Tallie snapped out of his trance. He had been staring but Tallie had been sitting with her leg up and she was wearing such exciting panties. Tallie was the Maou’s current favourite and she was Gob’s too. He’d always liked dark elves. Their dark grey skin, white hair and red eyes made them so striking but Tallie was particularly lovely. Her legs were long and toned, her waist slim and yet she still had a generous, firm, bust that was always beautifully displayed in her maid uniform. She was also exceptionally beautiful but all the maids were. There was something about her attitude that particularly did it for Gob. It made her a little dangerous and he had just been busted staring. He made a show of looking elsewhere.

“Gob doesn’t serve food. He hasn’t got the first idea about etiquette,” Graff grunted.

Tallie shrugged “He’ll probably be asleep by now anyway. He can just sneak in and leave it on a table. He’s good at sneaking,” she said with a pointed glare at Gob. The last beating he had received had been from Tallie catching him peeping at her as she changed and he winced at her look.

Graff threw his hands up. “Fine, but somebody take it before it gets cold.”

Tallie got up and kicked Gob in the head. He didn’t mind. He had got a great glimpse of her crotch as she did it. He scurried off to get the tray. “What should I do with it?” Gob asked in his high nasally voice.

“You heard her,” Graff said. “Sneak in and find a table to put it on. Let’s hope he has dropped off. Go on, quickly now.” Graff was gruff but he was one of the **** ones to Gob. It was Graff’s kitchen after all and he never commented that Gob used it as his bedroom.

The kitchens were not too far from the demon lord’s quarters and Gob hurried down the halls feeling desperately nervous. Early on he had spent a fair bit of time with the Maou. He was a new oddity when he first emerged from the stone. It didn’t take long for him to lose interest in Gob. For the last few years, Gob had only seen the Maou from afar and usually avoided him as when the Maou was frightening he was truly terrifying.

He now found himself in front of the large doors that led to the private apartments of the Maou. He stepped through into the dark entrance and made his way to the bedroom. Gob had hoped to find them dark as well but there was light and music playing from the Maou’s bedroom. That meant he was awake. The door was ajar and Gob slowly pushed it open to reveal the grand room. Gob knew where he was aiming for. There was a small ornate table in the middle of the room. That was usually where the Maou would expect his tray to be placed.

Gob walked slowly. He didn’t wear shoes and his bare feet were quiet on the wood floor. A little way in he saw his target. A small table next to a wing-backed armchair. The chair was empty and there was no sign of the demon lord. More boldly now he made for the table, hoping that haste would be his ally and he could get out unseen.