A little peeping

A month, he decided that a month should be long enough for her to start doubting he’d come back. That gave his mind a lot of time for scheming. Having completed setting up his home his attention returned to more lustful matters like spying on the maids.

The maids quarters had communal baths. It was far too risky normally to spy on them in there as when there were more of them, there was a greater chance of being spotted. Normally they bathed at around the same time as their shifts finished so he had given up on it as an option but an opportunity arose that was too good an opportunity to miss.

There was more than just the demon lord in the palace. Ministers, bureaucrats and nobles of varying importance were always at the palace and needed meals served at a standard that befits their status. This meant that mealtimes were always chaotic.

On this occasion, Gob was loitering around, hoping to snack on some leftovers when one of the maids ran into the kitchen in tears. She was soaked in soup. One of the guests had taken umbrage at the temperature and thrown it at the maid. “You girls will have to work harder to cover for her,” shouted Graf. “Go and clean yourself up and be ready for the evening service,” he barked at the maid but with subtle sympathy in his gruff tone.

Gob saw his chance and dashed out of the kitchen. He needed to make it into the baths before the maid. He made it to the changing room and got out of his britches. He stuffed them under some towels so they wouldn’t be noticed. He dashed into the steamy room and shimmied up the door frame to make it up to the rafters. He was agile when the need was on him and a chance like this was too good to miss.

His cock was hard and in his hand when he saw the maid come in already naked and carrying her towel. Gob tried to work out what she was. She looked human but she was pale but not deathly like a vampire and had no signs of reanimation like a zombie or a flesh golem. He assumed she must be a daughter of one of the Lich families. They weren’t influential enough to be guests at the palace but a position as a maid would probably have held some status for them.

She was unnaturally pale and had silver hair that had stripes of green in it. She had good-sized breasts and nipples so pale as to almost be indistinguishable from the rest of her skin. She was fairly thin but with a nice womanly curve to her that gave her a pleasantly round bottom.

Gob watched as she washed herself off. The thrill of spying on her had him ready to cum but he held it back, hoping to enjoy the show for longer and have a better orgasm for it. Once she was clean she got into the hot bathing pool. She swished around for a while right below Gob. She was quite lovely and Gob stroked his cock imagining what it would feel like to slide himself inside her.

She put a cloth on the stone edge of the bath and rested her head on it. She relaxed her body and it floated up. Gob could see her perfectly laid out below him. He hungrily stared at her, fantasies of leaping down and taking her flitting through his mind. Then she opened her eyes and saw him.

The maid screamed. She then recognised him. “Ugh, Gob you perverted little shit. I’ll kill you,” she screamed at him. She threw the cloth she had been resting her head-on. Because it was wet it had enough mass to travel through the air. It caught Gob straight in the face and made him fall. Before he could even start to swim a hand grabbed his throat, pulled him up and pinned him against the stone edge of the tub. “I wish I could end you,” the maid said as she began to punch him in the face. “Stupid Maou’s pet.”

She let go of him and he tried to escape but he was dizzy from the beating. She went after him. He might have enjoyed the view if he hadn’t been so afraid. She swung her foot to kick him hard in the chest. “Dirty, horrid creature,” she shouted with her kicks. “Playing with that dirty, stinking cock. Ugh!” She let out a final grunt of frustration as she landed a kick straight between his legs before storming out in anger.

It was a while before Gob came to enough to stagger to his feet. He limped out grabbing his britches on the way. As he staggered through the kitchen Graff looked at him and grunted, “I’ll find someone to cover your shift then.” Gob waived at him and **** himself on until he made it to his bed where he collapsed.

He was awakened in the night by the Maou’s voice. “Gob, I’m up late. I’ll have a coffee if you please.”

“I’m sorry sire but I’m injured. There should be someone else on duty,” he croaked.

“Ah yes. I remember someone telling me about a peeping tom. I’m guessing that was you.”

“Yes, Sire.”

The Maou chuckled. “You are an amusing little goblin. Rest well then. I expect you to be on duty tomorrow.”

“Yes, Sire.” If the Maou said anything else he didn’t hear it and he passed out.