Sarah

"Just Sarah, milord. I bring you a set of fresh clothes, replacements for the wine and a note. Where are you, my liege?" Her voice is shy, tired.

"In the study, Sarah. Come over, please."

She enters, curtsies and adverts her eyes, blushing. "My king. What else do you require of me?" You notice the redding on her wrists, and she shifts and fidgets to cover her arms. Her blond hair seems to be in disarray. She seems fearful, too. "Come over, and sit down with me." She blinks, surprised, and does as you ask, sitting down like one would expect of a maid of her class. "Show me your arms." you ask calmly, studying her expression. Your chambermaid trembles as she pulls one sleeve back, revealing pressure and nail marks. "Who was that? My wife?" She shakes her head no. "Three of the guards got quite interested in me. If it weren't for Corporal Jenner, they...I..."

You make a soothing noise and wrap your arms around her. "It is all good now. They will be brought to trial, if we can." She bites her lips and snuggles against you, involuntarily. "I...I...I liked it, but it wasn't you, so...also...my lord...they just pushed me around, and did not...not...touch me..."

She looks up at you. "I do not sleep well. I think of you, all the time. Of you taking me, ... rutting with me, ... binding me...having your way with me...filling me over and over again with your lust..." Her face is red, and she looks at you with those doe eyes, then glancing down at your crotch and biting her lip while placing a hand on her belly. "Take me, my king. Take me over the desks, up against the shelves...I burn...I cannot..."

What a twisted girl! You grab her and lift her up onto the desk. She yelps slightly, the giggles and spreads her legs, pulling the hem of her plain dress while you fumble with your belt, getting a good glance at her wanton pussy and her round, pregnant belly in which your spawn grows. Her lips throb, reddened, smeared with her desire they glitter in the candle light. Seeing her so pregnant and so needy is such a turn on for you that your cock seems to burst the seams of your undergarments, throbbing against the constraining cloth. She bites her lips as she sees your erect cock spring free, grabs it greedily and pulls it towards her, rubbing with her hand over the engorged head. "Mount me, my king. Mount your maid and make her yours...over and over and over again..." she whispers huskily. Angling her hips, she guides you right in, her eyes rolling back, a voiceless, big O escaping her throat. Slowly building speed, you trust into her, harder and harder, until the library is filled with the smell and sound of your sex. Sarah clutched the edge of the desk, her knuckles white, and crossed her legs at the small of your back. You can feel her shivering, can feel her pulsating inside. She groans, moans, and urges you on, whispering obscenities.

Books fall to the floor as you pound her into the desk, and you can feel the pressure building inside. Pulling out of your maid, you flip her around, grab her hands and pin them to the desk, rubbing your fat cock against her entry before pushing inside her again. Her protesting turns into encouraging moans again. She wiggles against you, and you can feel her juices flowing out of her, over you balls and dripping down onto the floor. "Give it to me, my king. Fill me. I need it...oh I need it inside...please, milord...please..." she moans huskily. "Deep inside?" you growl into her ears. "Yesss..." Her hair is a mess. "Do you want to be my fuck slut?" She nods, eagerly, and clenches her teeth, groans. "I serve, whatever you wish milord...Do me good...fill me with your seed, my king...please...I am just a lowly chambermaid, but I....I.need.your.seed.in.my.fertile.fuckslit." The innocence in her voice, the desire pushes you over the edge.

You release inside her, filling her in long hot spurts with your cum. She moans loudly, when you pull free of her, your dick coated in her and your juices, a think glob of your sperm runs from her cunt and runs down her leg. She scoops it up and licks it up eagerly. Her legs shake. "So...full..." she moans and look back at you. You sit back into the chair and study your work. "Clean up." You order her. Sarah nods, her face red as she lies there. Pulling her undergarments back in place, she gets up, slowly. "Ooof!"

Then she kneels before you, and licks your cock clean, worshiping it with her tongue.

"I guess a bath is in order, milord." She giggles and looks up at you, your penis in her hands, letting out a disappointed moan as you put it back into your undergarments and closing your belt again before she leaves.