And who is the servant carrying the weapon?

Pausing to look over the weapon, you indicate for the serving girl to pass it to you. Dressed typically for a maid of the castle, you notice how the material clings and hugs her large breasts, and the way she is carrying the pole arm gives her the air of a pole dancer.

She bows as she passes it over to your waiting hands, and you pause tenderly to sneak a look at her cleavage. Her pale skin only causes you to remember the lady Areina, and you soon find yourself growing a boner in your breeches.

"Gunther, I wish to speak to this servant girl in private. I will examine the weapon after, but thank you again for your ingenuity in creating this new tool for our arsenal." You order, signaling for the girl to stand by your right hand side. Gunther, clearly understanding your intentions, bows and takes his leave.

You take this as a chance to examine the servant. She has short red curly hair, and freckles on her dainty cheeks. Her frame is short and lithe, and she is clearly no older than 18 years of age. But your eyes are drawn to those large pert breasts. So round and warm, you wonder what it would be like to sink your face into them.

"What's your name girl?" You ask as she toys with her hands. You turn your seat to face her, and make no attempts to hide your growing erection.

"Stacy, sire." She replies in a high squeaky voice. You wonder if she has even laid with a man, and the thought causes your breeches to tent. Gasping quietly at the sight, you make no gesture that this is a strang or unusual thing, and watch as her cheeks redden and her hands are placed behind her back.

"Stacy eh? Well tell me Stacy, have you ever seen such a Large weapon?" As you indicate the pole arm, which you rest besides the wall behind your desk.

"Wha- oh! No sire, it truly is a magnificent piece...of craftsmanship! Like you said sire."

You lean back in your chair, and take a very restful pose. Enjoying her squirm a little at your barely hidden excitement. You can't help but smirk as you see her wet her lips without thinking about it.

"Oh? And have you ever held such a weapon before? Ever grasped such a tool in both hands?" You sigh as you make very lewd motions with your two hands grabbing an invisible pole, and stroking it up and down.

"Mmm I don't think so sire, after all, there's only one big weapon I'm interested in."

Stepping closer you notice her loosening something behind her back, arms resting now on your chair, she shrugs as the hemline of her dress slinks down her body, revealing shoulders and tit flesh alike.

"Oh? And which weapon is that?" You ask winking at her and moving your arms to caress her midriff.

She falls to her knees before you, and in seconds releases your cock to the air. "AH! But it is this big weapon of course!" She breathes whilst rubbing it gingerly in one hand. You breathe in at her touch on your cock head, but enjoy the sensation as she cups your balls with her free hand.

"Perhaps you would do me the honor of polishing my sword?"

Tilting her head to one side she replies by sinking down your length, and you moan at the sensation.