The Next Morning

“Rise and shine,” Ollie’s voice cuts through the haze of your sleep. You groan, attempting to bury your head in the pillow, but she’s having none of it. “Not possible, I’m afraid,” she says with a smirk. “I have a tailor, a real one this time, waiting outside.”

With a grunt, you reluctantly rise from the bed, the cold floor of your chamber sending a shiver up your spine. “I suppose we’d better get on with this, then,” you mutter, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

Ollie ushers in a stern, elderly woman before leaving the room. Despite her advanced age, the tailor carries herself with an authority earned through years of experience. She looks you up and down, her eyes lingering on your bulging manhood for several seconds before moving on. Without a word, she begins taking your measurements, her hands quick and efficient. Just as quickly as she arrived, she’s gone, leaving you alone once more.

For a moment, you contemplate crawling back into bed, but the gnawing feeling in your stomach pushes you to the men’s dining hall instead. As you enter, you spot Lord Caldersmith breaking his fast with a handful of other nobles. He nods stiffly in your direction but makes no effort to beckon you over.

‘Just as well,’ you think to yourself, considering you still haven’t decided whether to take him up on his offer.

You sit down in an empty part of the large room, and a few moments later, a pretty serving girl with truly massive breasts approaches to take your order. Her curves are impossible to ignore, her ample chest straining against the fabric of her dress as she leans over the table.

“What does my Lord fancy this morning?” she asks, a grin spreading over her face.

You make no effort to hide your interest in her substantial assets, and her grin deepens. “I reckon I’ve got an idea of what my Lord fancies,” she whispers seductively under her breath.

You think about it for a second and then get up. Your stomach can wait.

“This is unacceptable,” you explain loudly for the benefit of the other men. “Come with me immediately! We will discuss this in private.”

She stares at you in confusion for a second before catching on. “Oh, deepest apologies, my Lord,” she says in her most melodramatic voice, wringing her hands unconvincingly.

You wince. Not exactly subtle, but Lord Caldersmith and the other nobles seem to have bought the charade.

You grab the young server by the hand and pull her into a nearby chamber. The moment the door closes, you’re upon her, groping her ample chest and pressing her up against the wall.

“My, my,” she says with a smirk, “you’re not like other men at all, are you, my Lord?”

“What’s your name?” you ask, kissing her neck and sliding your hand under her dress.

“Kylie,” she gasps as your fingers slide between her moist labia.

You pull your head away from her, your lips still wet with her saliva. “That’s a very nice name.”

“It means beautiful.”

“And so you are,” you respond, kissing her again deeply.

She unbuttons your tunic, revealing the muscular body underneath. “You’re not so hard on the eyes either,” she says, her hands roaming over your chest.

Kylie drops to her knees and begins fumbling with the buckle of your belt. “Here,” you say, pulling the leather strap from around your waist. “Let me do it.”

She bites her lower lip and watches with rapt attention as you open your trousers and let them fall to the ground. Her eyes go wide with shock as your massive cock springs free, nearly hitting her in the face.

“By the Goddess!” she whispers, taking the massive organ in her hands. “The other girls weren’t lying when they said you were a beast.”

“Other girls?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“One of the maids saw you fuck the princess. Said your cock was as big as a horse’s.” She grins, her fingers sliding up and down the length of your shaft. “The whole palace has been talking about it, even some of the nobles.”

You groan in pleasure as her soft hands work their magic, her touch sending waves of heat through your body.

“You’ve made a mess of me, you know,” she says, running her fingers through her hair.

“A mess?”

“My panties are soaked. All I can think about is how much I want you inside me.”

“I’ll have to find a way to make it up to you,” you say, your voice low and teasing.

She smiles, wrapping her lips around the head of your cock. You inhale sharply and watch as she begins bobbing her head up and down, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. “Fuck, that’s good,” you groan, running your fingers through her hair.

“You’re bigger than I’m used to,” she says, taking a break to catch her breath. “But I can handle it.”

She takes a deep breath and begins sucking with renewed vigor, her lips tight around your shaft. “Fuck!” you moan, leaning back against the wall.

She continues for a minute, her head bobbing up and down as she sucks. Finally, you can take it no longer.

“Stand up,” you command.

“Yes, my Lord,” she says obediently, rising to her feet.

You pull her in close and kiss her, your tongues entwining. She moans into your mouth, her hands gripping your shoulders for support. You wrap one arm around her waist, and with the other, you lift her leg. She gets the hint and wraps her leg around your hip and her arms around your neck, pressing her ample bosom against your bare chest.

You guide the tip of your cock into her, the large tip parting her smooth labia before vanishing into her warmth. “By the Goddess, you’re huge!” she moans as the first inch slides into her.

You push deeper, her pussy stretching to accommodate your substantial girth. “I’m not sure I can do this,” she realizes after only five inches, her voice trembling.

“If you can push a child out, you can certainly take my cock,” you chuckle, pushing in another inch.

A strangled cry escapes her lips, and she tries to stop you from going in any deeper, but gravity is on your side. Inch by inch, you sink deeper into the young serving girl, her body trembling with each thrust.

“Oh, sweet Goddess!” she cries as the root of your cock comes to rest against her distended labia. You pull out and slowly push back in, savoring the tightness of her warmth.

“Oh, Goddess! It’s so big!” she gasps, her nails digging into your back as she clings to you for support.

You continue thrusting, fucking her with a slow but steady rhythm. Her cries grow louder, her body writhing against yours as she struggles to adjust to your size.

“Please, stop!” she begs, her voice breaking as tears well up in her eyes. “It’s too much! I can’t take it!”

“You can,” you growl, your voice firm but not unkind. “Just a little longer.”

Her pussy clenches around your cock, and she cries out in ecstasy as an orgasm rips through her body. You continue fucking, her juices practically pouring down your shaft, soaking your balls and thighs.

“Please, finish quickly,” she pleads, desperately clutching you for support. Her face is flushed, her eyes wide with a mix of pleasure and pain.

“I’m almost there,” you growl, grabbing her ass and increasing the pace.

She buries her face into your shoulder and begins whimpering, her body trembling as another orgasm builds within her. “Oh fuck! I’m gonna... again... Oh Goddess!”

Her pussy tightens around your cock as a third orgasm overwhelms her, and you finally release. A torrent of semen erupts from your cock, filling Kylie’s depths as she lets out a piteous scream.

“It’s too much! Please... I can’t!” she sobs, her legs giving out as she collapses to the floor, your seed leaking from her swollen pussy and pooling on the stone floor.

You watch as she struggles to catch her breath, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her climax. After a few minutes, Kylie climbs to her feet and dresses, her movements slow and unsteady.

“My Lord, it would be best to return to the dining hall,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll clean up here.”

With a nod, you dress and make your way back to the dining hall, your mind still reeling from the intensity of the encounter.

“There you are!” a familiar voice calls out from behind you.