Getting To Know Your Employees

Lounging on a wood desk in the afterglow of sex wasn’t what I’d call the most comfortable thing, but…

The gentle heat of Longueville’s body draped over mine was like the perfect blanket, the pools of heavy warmth of her breasts dragged across my chest as she shifted for another kiss went a long way to make it more comfortable.

Her soft luscious lips brushed on mine with girlish giggle of excitement, her brown eyes glinted full of mischief and a smirk played across her gorgeous face lit by thin rays of light piercing the waterfall of her hair gave her a powerful sultry presence.

She dove down in an animalistic frenzy of making out that I just as wildly return grunting and groaning into her mouth as the velvet passage of her pussy tightened around me. My hands ran through her hair and body, one held her head while the other cupped her fine ass.

“Dohoho! Why Miss Longueville your quite taken with that young man aren’t you?” Osmond’s grandfatherly laugh was tinged by his lusty giddiness.

“Mrf!” Longville shock as her senses returned to her and her exact situation fell into place. She jerked up breaking our kiss, a strand still connecting us as she rapidly tried to explain. “Mister Osmond this is, its, its!”

Tilting my head I saw Osmond standing in front of his desk stroking his beard appreciatively, nose flared in excitement. “Hoho, no need to worry Miss Longueville, far be it for me to break up such a lively love.” He paused thoughtfully. “Though I think I should fetch something to help cover the scent of sex. Hrm, I’ll return a little late.” Osmond joliy added leaving them room with a spry step.

“Hah~” Longueville sighed in relief at her bosses laxity, her energy slipped away as she laid her head down with her ear on my chest. "I can't believe I forgot that pervert was still in the room. We're lucky he's so willing to let it go."

We entered a spell of silence as she listened to my heartbeat and breathing, one of her fingers drew feather light circles on my chest as we lounged in unvoiced content. It felt a far cry from the ragged **** fucking of moments ago.

My time was spent learning my new ‘servant’s’ body, running my hands soft. “You know we’re going to have to get up right?” I teasingly said, giving her bottom a squeeze.

Look up at me from my chest with a lidded look. “Mrhh~ is there anything wrong with wanting to enjoy being filled up by my lord?” She purred, her inner walls clamping down around me, it a surge of pleasure. “Ohoh, its so big and your not even that hard anymore. To think I’ve been missing this sort of feeling all my life.” Longueville sighed in complete contentment as she rose to straddling my hip.

Our connect was an obscene sight with our inner thighs covered in my cum in a sticky mess with more leaking from her spread pussy with countless stands of white between our bodies. Longueville stretched her robe hanging loosely off her shoulders while displaying her body in the midday light, making a little pose by thrusting her chest out invitingly; an invitation I took.

Running my hands up her flat stomach I cupped her assets, feeling their weight as I lifted them. Longueville softly moaned biting her lower lip as grasped the hand filling orbs massaging them and pinching her nipples between my fingers, she gyrated her hips returning the favor with a steady teasing pleasure.

Reaching down to our meeting point, Longueville fingertips ran down the mess length that was exposed. Collecting a droplet she raised up so she could see, rubbing her fingers together and spreading them she made a thick string of cum.

“I’ve made quite mess on your body my lord, may I have the pleasure of cleaning it?” She huskily requested.

“Heh, I’ll leave it to you Longueville.”

“It’s Matilda of Saxe-Gotha, or just Matilda when we’re alone my lord, I’m Longueville to everyone else.” She corrected catching my interest as this little hidden fasect.

My question were on hold as the feeling of loss of the hot tight surround stole my breath away as she got off the desk to kneel, I pushed off taking my placing in front of her.

Brushing a stay lock back Long-no Matilda guided my flaccid cock covered with the mixture of her juices and my cum to her mouth, her tongue lashing out collecting the pearls and lines of cum in long licks of my shaft.

But looking down at the long green haired beauty lavishing my dick with spine tingling pleasure, I was remind how little I knew of either of my ‘servants’ I’d played twenty question with Louise, but didn’t know much in-depth about her and Matilda with her fake identity.

“Matilda-ah! Why the fake name?” I fought to keep my breathing steady enough to speak under the dizzying skill of her tongue.

Taking a particularly drawn out lick from begining with a kiss on my balls, then dragging her tongue along the underside of my shaft to my tip which placed a smooch on the messy surface, Matilda had a sly smirk leaned back gathering the excessive cum leaking from between her legs.

She wrote something across her breasts in foreign writing that I didn’t understand. “Toin, you’ve stolen the heart, mind and body of Fouquet; The Crumbling Dirt as all I’ve left in my wake is their eroded defenses. If your heart desires it-”

Matilda arms wrapped around hold me close with her chin on my stomach looking up with reverent gaze, while my dick rested in the valley of her tits and warmed by her stomach that touched it. “I’ll steal it away to become yours.” Matilda solemnly promised.

“Heh, a master thief, you’re quite the catch Matilda.” That’s no lie, it pretty cool to suddenly have a master thief at my fingertips!

She giggled smiling at those words. “My lord, it pleases me that I can be of use.”

“So, why do you do it? Money, thrill or something else?”

Matilda closed her eyes, her mouth pressed into a thin line averting her gaze for the first time swallowing hard. The mental conflict in her was visible as she warred with herself over answering straight out.

“Is it any direct and present danger to me?” I inquired giving her an indirect out.

She I could see the thanks in her eyes as she shook her head trailing an arc on my skin. “No…” She seemed to struggle with her next choice of words. “It isn’t any danger to you.”

I held her gaze for several moments before leaning back against the desk releasing the tension that had built up as I cracked a smile.

“Then let's leave it for later.” I said letting the topic lie for now. “Though your name, it sounds like Louise’s, like a noble’s.”

She’s wistfully hummed as she stroked my cock. “All nobles are mages, but not all mages are nobles, I’ve lost my titles and lands, but I’ve never forgotten them.” Her cheeks flushing as she kissed my cock making her body tremble in arousal and renewed her ardent tongue bath of my genitals finish up her work.

Letting her do her work, I thought to add one more thing. “You aren’t my only servant in the school.”

“Really my lord who is that understands-” She was interrupted by the office door opening ushering the upbeat Osmond in with a basket of perfume, incense and a bottle of wine. “Ohoh, your youth is on show there young man. Hehe it’s been a while since I’ve had such a good time, come, come join me!” He said waving for me to the couch.

“Good timing, we’re just finishing up, for now.” I said looking around for my clothes, Matilda helped me by levitating my clothes over to me and shooting a icy look across the desk to the headmaster who’d been staring at her exposed breasts. She ducked down behind the desk as she dressed herself, scanning the floor all the while.

Even though it should have come as no surprise, I still jolted a bit before chuckling at my own shock when Matilda wordlessly fussed over my clothes helping me dress -fumbling a little with zipper being unfamiliar with it- and straightening out the wrinkles.

A mournful sigh emanated from from Osmond. “To think the beautiful Miss Longueville would already be besotted with such a virile youth.” He raised his hands to the air with veneration towards me grinning. “But the Founder has seen to grant me an amazing sight in exchange.”

Chuckling as I sat down, as he reminded me of a more respectable version of the Principle back home.

Matilda remained standing in attendance handled pouring the three of us glasses of wine. Osmond appreciatively hummed as he accepted his glass of wine from Matilda while his eyes were drawn to my excessive cum trickled down her inner thighs.

Osmond raised his glass in a toast. “A toast to your conquest of Miss Longueville, the most beautiful woman in the academy and taming her fiery temper and congratulations for her finding a man! Well done my boy!” He brazenly toasted with mirth as he and I clicked our glasses together as I could get behind that toast.

Rose cheeked, Matilda leveled a smoldering glare to the headmaster, and started towards him only to freeze gasping as her previous temper was undermined by a little squelch her clenching her messy thighs together. “Old man Osmond, I don’t believe my love life is a matter of your concern.” She ground out, but calmed as laid my hand on her ass slowly rubbing it.

“Miss Longueville-” Osmond held his hand out placatingly somehow slipping into the ‘wise’ elder role. “I merely wished to convey my support in you finding love, and that my office will always be a haven for your trysts.” He said welcome wiggling his eyebrows.

Matilda blushed as she did a spitake while I roared into laughter, this guy, this freaking guy. “Well! If your offering!” I boastfully accepted leading to a shared chuckle between men and settling in as we passed some time in conversation.

I don’t think this is all the ear rings, this guy honestly took it on his own this far.

“I have to say, your clothes are quite interesting, I don’t think I’ve seen clothes that convenient or that shine like that.” Osmond asked with envy with some grumble over his fumbling earlier with his robe.

“What can I say, modern clothes from another world are amazing.” I blaisely answer with a shrug, wizzing over talking about home. Osmond and Matilda seemed both interested in that, Osmond sat up a little straighter hearing that as we moved on to shooting the breeze, while I mouth ‘later’ to Matilda.

I left Osmond office with some time to spare before lunch and directions of where to find my other servant. I was curious, and needed to sate it as I had some of the most important questions in my mind.

As I was reaching the classroom Louise was in the bells rung signalling the beginning of lunch for the nobles and from the door the nobility poured out familiars following in tow, at least for those that fit inside.

I breathed in the craziness of the influence of the ear rings standing to show myself off a little, unlike when I first arrived there wasn’t the placid indifference. Man, can’t imagine how it would have been for Saito if he’d fallen in instead of me or if I’d arrived here without these things.

Scanning the crowds faces I could tell when anyone caught sight of me, girls flushed many seeking to find something else to stare at, or launching into salacious whispered conversations behind concealing hands, their faces blushing as they talked and passed by. Looking over my shoulder I met the gazes of a number of girls who were casting their sights back towards me.

They blushed and swift turned their heads around at being caught admiring me.

The guys took a look then were uncomfortable many of them tugging their collars or adopting a face of stone, many shoring themselves up as their heads dipped down to the bulge visible in my pants then snapped up their expressions conveying their sense of inadequacy.

Those without the willpower swallowed and their eyes traced between the girls and me with grins they tried and failed to smother. One sucker even walked into a wall falling on his ass with a stupid smile on his face earning very awkward laughter from the other boys as they couldn’t truly muster mockery for such a shared fantasy.

I could do so much with them and more than ignore it, they’d embrace it, jerk off or finger themselves to it.

Wading through the them with cocky glee, a simple brush against a girl made her stiff turning red as a tomato before hurrying away to the discomfort of the boys. A grope and slap to another girls butt made her moan, which she bit down on once she realized she’d vocalized it and the boys heaved sharp breathes.

Then I caught sight of Louise chin held high, but lethargic in her movement as she was turning her head looking around until her eyes met mine, and for a moment her expression beamed with happiness before being smoothed back into a facade of noble pride.

“Familiar!” She called out gait a halting mix dignified walk and longing run approaching me.

“Hey Louise.” Raising my in greeting I brought it around her petite waist I leaned in whispering into her ear. “Let's take this somewhere, off the beaten path.”

Louise nodded looking quite pleased with my decision as the first chance we had we broke off from the river of students. Which was easier said than done with how many sets of eyes stray my way, but a handy side hall with a turn proved just what we need.

Taking our leave I think I heard a feminine growl of frustration from the hallway behind us as we made our get away.

The instant we were out of sight I got to watch Louise’s mentally flick her switch going from straight back proud noblewoman to clingy affectionate and servile as she clung to one of my arms rubbing her cheek on me.

“Is there anything I can do?” Louise question once we found a nice out of the way spot, she was cutely eager to be ordered around as she twirl one of her locks of her long hair.

“There is! I feel like playing a game, back against the wall.” I directed her, and Louise backed up pressing her back on the stone wall awaiting my next order.

“The game is simple, answer my questions well enough I’ll give you an order to follow or a reward. Sounds good?”

Louise rapidly nodded her head as her cheeks already grew flush and her breathing sped up. “Yes Toin!” She piningly answered, brimming with impatient energy to obey.

Remembering her short lived time casual dismissiveness verses her new attitude was fun, but I wanted to get to know more about her.

“Louise, tell me, do you have any siblings?”

“Yes! I have two older sisters, Éléonore and Cattleya who are both triangle mages!” Louise proudly stated, look to me for my approval of her answer.

Ah that right they apparently rank mages by shapes and triangle mages are very respectable.

Tapping my chin mischievously I decided to start slow. “Lift up the front of your skirt.”

The enthusiastic obedience Louise displayed added a sexiness to her actions as she did a happy wiggle at my order as she balled the hem of her skirt in her hands and lifted it exposing her white cotton panties with a tiny bow on the front of them.

I hummed as I inspected them and her the smooth ivory skin of her thighs, I smirked at the widening dark line of her arousal on her underwear, kneeling down I watched as its spread quickened as I made a show of fixating on it before standing up feeling a surge.

“Are they and your mother hot?”

Louise squirmed in uncertainty, before she spoke. “I-I don’t understand Toin.” She admitted with shame.

Oh, right medieval/renaissance world not modern so slang might not translate.

“I see, are they beautiful, alluring, fuckable, marriageable?” I reworded my question, to Louise’s reddening understanding.

“Mother is still said to be a blossom of youth by our vassals and father while my sister Cattleya if it weren’t for her illness would be married as she recieves countless letters from admirers, sister Eleonore likewise has had many admirers.” She said swallowing hard, as I could see the gears of her mind turn as the damp spot surged in size.

At my silence she continued. “Cattleya breasts are as big as Kirche’s and so are Eleonore’s, and the have an hourglass body, a-and t-their ample butts that you could grope and squeeze. Nothing like me!” Louise let out a whine at her hurried attempt to sexually describe her sisters.

“Take off your underwear. And Louise, I love them big and small. From your petite little body to the curves that Kirche has. I love them all.”

She blushed with a shy smile as she complied, she had to peeled off her sodden underwear from her mound from how they clung to her sex and deposited them into my outstretched hand before she resumed her pose holding her skirt up.

Her scent of arousal filled the air with temptation to act as beads of it rolled down her inner thighs in shining streams. Louise’s eyes were cast down to my growing bulge she’d been the cause of, her face was of the satisfaction of her service.

But as her body and words had fueled my desire, they itched with another question. Reaching out I caressed her pussy with my fingertips. Louise’s pitched moan was sexual music to me, the sharp breaths and needy moans that followed.

My fingers played with her hot petals of her little entrance coating them in her essence. “Louise, are you betrothed?”

“N-n-” Her stuttering denial stopped as if a memory flashed in her mind. “Y-yes, if Viscount Wardes hasn’t forgotten his promise.” Louise voice was filled with pained **** to admit it to me she might have another man apart from me, her body was tense with worry.

Biting lightly on my tongue my possessive side flared, but I held it from making me speak too quickly… for now. I crooked my finger and slid the digit into the crushing depths of Louise’s snatch. Louise’s back arched as she let out a long drawn out moan.

“Tell me Louise is he handsome?”

Louise squeaked and her tongue failed her, instead she opted to nod. But as she opened her mouth I touched a finger from my other hand to her lips.

I leaned forward bringing myself just inches away from her as I stared into her eyes. “Am I more handsome than him?” I followed up with.

The vice like clenching of her insides was visceral satisfaction for me, as she hadn’t even reacted down there when I asked about him and I let her speak as I removed my finger.

Her reddish-brown jewels of her eyes once filled with worry changed to adoring relief. “Yes! Yes Toin! You’re like a blessing of Brimir compared to Wardes who can’t compete!” She praised with glee.

“Good answer.” I said as I worked a second finger into her crazy tight pussy, plunging them in Louise bit her sleeve to keep herself from howling.

“Now undo my pants.”

Louise struggled fumbling to undo them until I helped out showing her how to undo the button and zipper. Freed my broad tip slapped on her shirt covered stomach, a heavy clear pearl of precum at its crown.

“Louise, would you want me to take your virginity?”

Her hips bucked and ground on my hand with **** yearning for my touch to reach deeper, she was leaking her juices all over my palm.

She mewled as she spoke. “If you’d have me, I don’t have my sisters blessed bodies, but if you take my first then it's yours Toin.”

“Then if I order you to keep it for me, would you deny Wardes even if he was your husband on your marriage bed.”

“O-of course! I’d refuse him to my last breath! If it's your desire, then it's my duty as your servant to preserve it for you!” Louise replied without a second's hesitation.

I thrusted my hips bunching her shirt up on my glans letting my shaft skim across her bare stomach and my fingers truly started to work inside her womanhood.

Louise dilated eyes and her face said that she was in heaven as she bit her shirt again producing muffled squeals that grew in fervor until they reached their peak and she muffled screamed into her arm as she came. Gushing all over my hand as her walls locked my fingers in place.

Good god, was this a pussy or chinese finger trap!? My cock ached in carnal curiosity to find out how she compared to Matilda that tingled my spine.

Louise listlessly slump against the wall from her powerful orgasm, breathing hard and side smile on her lips. Removing my fingers she slump to her knees looking up at me giggling in exhilaration, swaying as she leaned forward she caught herself with her hands as she took my fingers covered in her juices into her mouth.

Hummed in delight at her own taste as her tongue ticklishly swirled around my fingers cleaning off the mess she’d left on me. It was a lurid sight to watch the clumsy worshiping way her pink tongue curled around my finger and care she put into her work.

I steadied my breathing at the arousing sight as I was raring to go like I had with Matilda, but Louise did need more experience… My mind flashed with the memory of time spent with my laptop.

My mouth curled into a grin. Oh, now there's an idea. I dropped her wet panties onto the floor in front of her as I removed my hand from her care. “Freshen yourself up, I’ll see about catch you somewhere later, if not then I’ll see you in your room. Understand?” I said, as my idea took shape and I started walking off.

“Yes Toin.” Louise dreamily replied, watching me leave from her place on the stone floor. I meanwhile went to flesh out my idea and have some fun.