Fun first, than calls duty

Chapter 4

"You, of course" you laugh and embrace your confidante. Lilian plays the surprised one, shrieking with pleasure as you pick her up and kicking her bare legs as you suck on her breasts through the thin fabric of her robe while leading her to one of the sprawling beaches. Then you place her in the knee-deep water and drop into the gentle waves while feeling the sand beneath you. "What are you doing?" you ask as the girl turns to face the beach.

"I forgot my tablet" she says sullenly. "That was careless."

"Don't be so hard on yourself," you say, drifting to her feet. Your erection sticks out of the waves like a lighthouse. Quian really did a good job.

"Hard..." murmurs Lilian, looking between your legs. Then she shakes herself, clenches her dainty hands into fists and stomps into the water. "No, my lord. I must do my duty." She looks toward the beach. "I must tell the servants to wait with the food" she mumbles absentmindedly. She takes her duty very seriously, something you admire. But you've also wanted to show her for years that you're pleased with her.

"Your duty?" you ask, drawing her attention to you. She nods as a matter of course.

"Yes, my lord. We all serve you and I must make sure that..."

"Then serve me," you say, rising from the waves and towering over her by more than a head. She looks up at you, then her eyes widen as you grab her again. Her joyful shriek is interrupted by the waves you throw her into. Coughing and spluttering and laughing wildly, the girl resurfaces.

"My lord I..." But by then you're all over her, pulling her onto your lap and driving every thought from her beautiful mind. "I serve you!" She shouts loudly as you pull up her wet robe and expose her lower body. She frantically rubs herself against you and helps your hands touch as much of her body as possible. "My lord! My God!" And this time it's not an exclamation. It's the truth.

You have fucked, loved and spoiled Lilian literally thousands of times. Maybe it's because she's your first possession, or maybe it's because of her nature that you've assigned to her. Or maybe it's because of the sweet moans, the expressions of love, the homages. Or simply because of her beautiful face and the affection she shows you. In any case, even after ten years, you still enjoy making love to Lilian and your companion does her very best to satisfy you.

The water around you splashes as she throws her supple body against yours, her hands firmly on your shoulders, her head back and her pelvis crashing wildly against you again and again. Her voice fluctuates from hoarse moans to shrill cries and you interrupt her again and again with hot kisses that she willingly returns. Her plump breasts stretch out towards you and while your lover holds on to you as if you were life you can massage her breasts and bounce them in your hands. Your touch alone sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body held together only by you. She screams out her unearthly orgasms that would kill any normal human without your control and preaches to her god.

"I am faithful to you oh lord. Fuck yes! YES! I belong to you alone! I exist... God yes! I exist only for you. My... My holes are made for your cock! Please! Go on oh my Lord!" Lilian's hair lies wildly across her neck, shoulders and face as she prays with her mouth open, receiving your gift. "Your cock is my world! Your happiness my goal! Fuck! Your love my life! I belong to you... belong to you alone! My Go-ho-ho-d!"

"Come!" you shout, driving her lust even higher, letting it flare and explode in a nuclear explosion. You shut off her brain while you too feel your testicles tighten, your pulsating cock throbbing wildly in Lilian's tightness and then finally emptying itself mightily and long inside her. "Come!" you say again and the waves of her orgasm are annihilated by even stronger contractions, crushing her mind only be healing it again and making her feel good. "Come! Come! Come!"

"Gah..." is all the girl can utter, then she pulls her arms away from you, jerks her head back and as you continue to cum inside her, marking her insides with your juice, her jaw drops. It's great to see what you can do to women and you admire the sweaty, absent-minded, overwhelmed creature you like so much as her nervous system tries desperately to cope with the feelings you cause in her. Her womb floods and your juices run into the water along with Lilian's while her tongue hangs out of her mouth and her eyes twist. With your hands you hold her for two minutes, pumping further into her and enjoying her incredible tightness while she slowly comes back from the highest heights you have been sending her to for ten years. Eventually her body becomes pliable and you play with her painfully erect nipples while her belly jerks up and down.

Your touch alone is enough to make a normal girl come and Lilian has already been imprinted on you for the longest time but unlike what you just did to her, a normal orgasm is like a grain of sand in a desert. You use your powers to get the girl back up and give her time to focus on you again. After a while, Lilian slowly raises her head, her hair pulling out and falling down her back in a long shiny strand.

"Th-Thank you...my lord...for...making...me...useful..." she gasps and you kiss her softly on the mouth.

"You are more than useful Lilian," you say and carefully pull her soaking wet robe over her body which actually does nothing to cover her body from your gaze. Nevertheless, Lilian looks at you deeply grateful. "You know how important you are to me."

"Yes my lord," she says and embraces you still shaking like a leaf. Rarely does she display her lust for you so openly. Either she responds to you and your instructions or she knows you want her to be open and bold. You will never forget the nights in which she and other girls act out your fantasies.

But no matter what you do, no matter how divine you feel, there are two things you can't do. First, there is the realization that no matter how horny and heated you are, you have never managed to '****' Lilian. She has made it her life's goal to do everything for you and the tears and cries of the girls below you are as real as they can be when you wish for a scenario from your dear Lilian. It never takes long and you can invade the room of an ignorant cheerleader and spoil her for the world, the girl playing the part is always ready to be what you want her to be. But not with Lilian. With her, no matter how hard she tries, you fail. On the other hand, and this causes you more grief, but of course you don't tell her this, you would like to hear more from the girl. Her affection for you is divine, her loyalty unquestionable, her will unbroken to serve you and you alone. But you never ask her if she loves you. The word comes up often in your domicile, of course. Also from Lilian. But still, that's the one thing you don't want to **** on her, no matter how much she may beg for it. Of course, she is indispensable to you as the coordinator of your hundreds of girls and your perfect life. But she didn't give you that one thing.

And you are glad about that. As Lilian slowly rises from you and your cock slides out of her tight opening into the warm water, you look at the girl in those moments when she is completely focused on your cock. You are glad that with all your power you cannot do these two things. If there were no limits in your life, what would become of you? What would you do? The fact that you can't see Lilian suffering, even if it's just an act, shows you that you have something good in you. The brutal orgasms that you distribute as if on an assembly line never cause any damage and the brains that you process into pudding always reassemble themselves at some point. It's Lilian who keeps you alive and sane, you've noticed that for a long time. And that is the only secret you have from her.

"Thank you, my lord," says the girl and sits down in the water on your lap while you wash off the sweat. From the shore some servants watch you with towels and drinks in their hands. You rest your forehead against Lilian's.

"Gladly my beauty." Then you lift her up and set her on her feet. She collapses, still slightly weakened from the sex, and you hold her in your arms while you wade through the surf to the beach.

"May I escort the lord and master to his breakfast?" she asks, smiling that smile you love about her.

You take your breakfast today on the terrace that overlooks the gigantic valley in the Cascades where you are at home. A single table stands on the huge marble surface, covered with the best the kitchen in the world can prepare. But there are also regular groceries like sausage and cheese, you've focused more on sex than anything else in your new empire. The imported ham and the mountain water only serve to show you that you are powerful... until the point where Lilian saves you from madness.

But now she is not there to spoil you. She has other things to do in the manor, mostly to plan your day and implement your wishes. But that doesn't mean you can do without entertainment. Behind you are several maids with various delicacies that they keep replenishing on the table. Another one is holding serving dishes ready for you. For you and your guest.

A last remedy against the decay of all your values and norms is to occupy your mind at least sometimes with something else than sex. For this purpose you keep several women who have a very special task. Apart from making their bodies and souls available to you whenever you want, they also study with zeal all possible fields of knowledge in your great library. With your 'knowledge whores', as you like to call them, you can have good conversations at the breakfast table about all topics that interest you. It amuses you but you never make a joke out of otherwise using their mouths, you appreciate their company too much after all. Of course, you don't have to give up physical blessings while discussing the topics you like with a beautiful woman. A picture-perfect girl squats under your table and massages your massive boner with her skilled hands while you talk to your partner. It took more effort to make the women understand that they can contradict you when they are in the role of knowledge whores, than to fall in love with your cock. But if you lose a war of words because the sucking on your glans is too intense you can always ask your counterpart to tip the plate of cereal over her head and then fuck her ****. Yes, you won't go insane, just maybe a little bit in a different, good way.

Soon breakfast is consumed, you've sent your supernatural load into the twitching body beneath you, and your counterpart thanks you for the good talk with a deep bow.

With a clean-licked cock in your pants, a filled stomach and a satisfied grin, you now stand in one of the many hallways of your mansion. You have time. Lots of time. An infinite amount of time. And an infinite amount of possibilities and pussies.