An innocent, submissive servant.

You watch as every inch of her figure shapes itself piece-by-piece. Whether this is a person she's met before, a persona she's invented in the past, or Time is such a talented doppel that she can create a brand new girl on the spot, you wait patiently as she designs herself like a sculptor creating art. Her chest expands. Though not massive, she certainly wants you to see them by how perky they strain against the fabric of her new garments. Her hair is rather plain--black and to her neck--and otherwise looks to be an ordinary human. Her clothes are like that of a servant. The material is various shades of brown, though the dress is rather short.

Her entire demeanour changes. She's quite the actor. As now when you look into her eyes, you see a naive, innocent girl, who just stumbled upon a half-naked man she's ravenously attracted to bust must hide her feelings. She covers her blushing cheeks and tries to look away but cannot. "Oh! D-Dear me. I only came in to clean. I do apologize, Lord Warren. Please don't punish me for this."

That being said, the tone is a bit much. It's like you're starring in a porno.

Indulging in her fantasy, you stand up a mere inch before her, placing a finger to her chin to nudge her gaze up into your own. "I don't mind at all. Go ahead and clean. Don't mind me. I'll be here, but try not to get distracted."

Her eyes wander down your bare chest, and then to the bulge stretching out the front of your underwear. Her body weakens. But she nods, and then steps away to the dresser nearby.

She doesn't get any further than moving the candle before her attention glues to your toned physique, especially down below.

You take hold of your underwear, and you pull them to the ground.

Her eyes widen. "Such a large..." She mutters something to herself. "Oh dear. Please, I cannot take anymore of this." Then after she turns back away, she arches her back--intentionally alluring, clearly having done such a thing before--which slips her dress just enough to show her ass. She heaves with hefty breaths. Then after a moment, she glances back, as if she's waiting for you to make a move.

"No panties?" you ask, stepping closer.

Then with a gasp, she pulls her dress back down. Her face burns red. "S-Sorry, Lord Warren! I f-forgot."

You stop right behind her. Your hands caress down her slim sides, her wide hips, and then to her bare thighs as you slip the fabric up with ease. You slowly push into her, strapping her between a dresser and a hard place. "You forgot?" you ask. "That sounds like a lie."

"N-No. I would never."

"Are you sure you didn't just want to leave yourself open for me?"

She sticks her tongue between her teeth. Subtly, she pushes her ass back into your groin. "I can... feel it," she whispers under her breath.

You then lean in to whisper near her ear, "Would you like it feel it more?"

She nods, quickly and desperately.

You nudge back up her dress. Her ass is incredible. Then slowly, you slide your cock between her thighs, and you part her lips to push deep inside. It's difficult at first. She's made herself exceptionally tight. As you **** your way in, she whimpers out--an act of course, though your Kitty Sense tells you the arousal she feels is very real. You've one a better job at seduction than she first expected.

"C-Careful! I've never--" She purses her lips. "Lord Warren, this is my first time."

"I can tell."

"I d-don't know if I can take you all in at once."

"Try."

She shuts her eyes and whimpers again, though her body becomes incredibly wet in a manner of moments, granting the lubrication required to squeeze in your entire length.

You then begin to buck her up against the dresser. The wood shakes, and the candle rattles. With each thrust in, she cries out a moan of humiliated pleasure. And for you, it feels amazing. Not only is she playing the role of a horny virgin, but she's subtly moving in a way that betrays the act. Her hips sway in perfect rhythm against your movement, and she tenses her insides to where you wonder if you could even pull out right now if you wanted.

With one hand, you smack and grab her ass, and with your other, you reach around to tease down her stomach, and then to her most sensitive spot of all. Your fingers knead with skill and precision. Even she doesn't expect how well you handle her pussy, leaving her moans to be entirely real. The act is the character alone.

"Do you like that?" you ask.

"Oh yes! Yes, Lord Warren, p-please don't stop!"

"Take off the dress," you demand.

"But then you'll see my--" But he stops, and then nods. With a nervous swallow, she mimes the removal of her attire from the front, but as she does, her body shifts. It forms into the same figure as before, though without a garment of clothing to be seen. Her tits spell out, and her arched back looks even more alluring from behind than before. You grab her, and **** her down further over the dresser, and with clenched hands to the wood, she gasps out with delight as her pussy is vigorously slammed.

It takes little time at all for her to cum. When she does, you turn her cheek and kiss her hard. You watch as her eyes roll back. Between your fingers, you pinch her clit, and you rub it in such a way that through her orgasm, she makes a complete mess of the dresser drawers. And after that, you're still not done.

You grab her hips, carry her to the adjacent wall, and thrust her up against it. Her feet dangle a few inches from the ground as she's fucked in place. By her expression, there is no place she'd rather be, and the facade of her character has nothing to do with it. She's elated.

Suddenly, her body transforms. She shapeshifts like before, out of her guise as an innocent handmaiden, to a perfect replica of the green dragon behind the front counter. At least, you wouldn't be able to recognize any errors. She even has the piercing in her mouth.

Moment later, she transforms again. You don't recognize this form, but it's a woman with reddish brown hair. Through her panting, she manages to get out, "T-The... The Trade-Lady of Tanv--Mmmm~!"

Then you throw her to the bed.

After grabbing her legs, you pull them up and push your cock into her overwhelmingly tight insides once more. This time, you mean to finish.

One more time, she changes her form, right back to the submissive servant.

Her lips fall ajar--drool trickling onto the quilt. You know she's about to cum again, so you look her straight in the eyes, cease holding back, and unleash all you have at once. Your timing is perfect. The moment her orgasm starts to take her over, she gasps aloud at the sensation of her body being filled. You cum hard, pumping in all you have. Her climax hits even harder because of it. You can feel her pussy tighten almost painfully hard around your shaft. Not that you would ever want to, but pulling out is surely impossible now. You fuck her silly, until every last drop from within your balls has been expended, and she's an exhausted mess left on the bed.

You look to her, and she to you, as her chest heaves up and down. There's a wide, dizzied smile on her face.