Night of Service

That night, when Arslan returned to his room, Natasha was already waiting for him.

The upper part of her clothes has already been unbuttoned, revealing her voluptuous cleavage. As she walked, her breasts bounced enticingly, making Arslan unable to avert his gaze from them.

"Master, I'm here to warm your bed tonight."

"Warm my bed?" Arslan was puzzled.

Natasha covered her mouth, trying not to giggle: "Sorry, I'm not aware that you don't know our tradition."

She walked toward the only bed in the room. With each step, her hips swayed enticingly alluringly. Her body was perfect in every way—curvy yet athletic, with creamy skin that seemed made for sinful desires. Arslan didn't know how he still managed to hear her explanation:

"I come from a far country called Russia. In my country, the winter is very long and its coldness can defeat the most formidable army. Fireplaces and thick blankets aren't enough, you need to have a heat source to sleep through the night.

Most people use heated bricks, but nobles prefer living women. Of course, we also serve... other purposes."

Natasha slowly leaned on the bed and began to remove the little fabric she still had on her body. Once she was completely naked, she turned back, exposing herself fully to her Master.

"Your Majesty, please undress yourself so I can warm you better," she purred seductively while licking her lips hungrily.

Arslan's eyes lit up with delight at hearing those words, and he approached her slowly. He left his pants on the floor, threw his shirt to a nearby chair, and then stepped on the bed. With gentle hands, he touched Natasha's body, starting from the neck and working downward.

Natasha smirked, her eyes locked onto Arslan's eyes. She reached down and grabbed hold of his cock, pulling it out from its confines. With practiced ease, she began to rub it thoroughly, cleaning any remaining traces of sweat or dirt and letting more blood flow into the royal shaft.

Moving closer to Arslan, she brushed against him intentionally, allowing their bodies to press against each other sensually. Reaching out, she traced gentle circles around his nipples.

"You know I can't resist your touch," she whispered seductively into his ear, arching her back ever so slightly, rubbing her cunt provocatively against his crotch.

"Well, if that's what you truly desire..." Arslan's voice trailed off as she turned around to face him, his eyes sparkling with desire.

With a sultry grin, Natasha placed two fingers on her labia and spread them apart, revealing her wet, shaven folds. Without further ado, Arslan sank his hardened member into her tight entrance until his balls touched her skin.

Natasha gasped as he entered her, filling her completely. She arched her back further, moaning in pleasure-pain mixed with anticipation. Her pussy contracted around him rhythmically, her nails crawled onto his butt in estacy.

"Oh yes... Just like that..." Her words came out husky and strained as he began to thrust into her repeatedly, his hips moving in sync with hers. The sound of their heavy breathing filled the room, echoing off the walls. Their bodies slapped together wetly, creating a sensual symphony of flesh on flesh.

Natasha cried out in ecstasy, her nails digging into his butt as he pounded into her relentlessly. Each powerful thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body, amplifying every single sensation.

"Do you feel warm now, Master?" she teased him between gasps for air.

"Yeah, you are so hot," Aslan nodded.

Her pussy clenched tightly around him, but he didn't slow down. Instead, he picked up the pace, driving deeper and faster than ever before. Her moans turned into primal sounds of pure bliss, her hips bucking against his rhythmically.

Soon both of them reached the edge of climax. Natasha's body convulsed violently, indicating an incoming orgasm. As for Arlan, his cock felt so strained as if it would explode at any moment. He couldn't help but slow it down.

"Can I cum inside you?" Aslan asked, staring into her eyes.

Natasha's eyes widened in shock and happiness simultaneously as she heard the question. Even if he didn't ask, she was about to beg him to do exactly that. Narsus had told her that if she got pregnant with the king's child, that would make her no longer a servant but a high consort.

"Yes, yes, yes! Master... please.. cum inside me... I want to feel your warmth too!" She begged, unable to resist the intense sensation of being bred by him. In response, he thrusted faster and harder, hitting her G-spot repeatedly. She was pushed over the edge, and her moans turned into high-pitched squeals as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed over her.

At the same time, Natasha's pussy tightened around him once more, her pussy contracting violently to milk her partner dry. Natasha got her wish: she felt his seed filling her up. Her lips made a smile as the semen spread all over her uterus, and she begged the gods to make this shot create a life inside her.

"Ahnnn...!" She exclaimed in joy. "Master... thank you..."

Arlan pulled his cock out of her, spilling their combined fluids onto the bedsheet, then his body collapsed.

Breathing heavily, Natasha leaned forward, hugging her bedmate passionately. "That was incredible," she managed to croak out between pants. "Best sex ever."