You need it now

"Now, please," you beg, your body aching.

"It would be my pleasure, Your Majesty," Krandt says. She rinses the cloth one more time and slides her hand between your thighs, the soft material rubbing against your skin. You draw a sharp breath, your legs clenching together. "Relax, Sir. I won't hurt you."

You've been guarding this secret for so long, you're not sure how to relax, but after a moment, you allow her to part your legs, washing your inner thighs, her hand sliding up under the towel.

"This will only get in the way, now," she says, reaching up and lifting the towel off your lap, exposing your straining cock. Her eyes widen. "The Mother has blessed you in many ways." A whimper rises in your throat as she washes your groin, the cloth grazing the base of your shaft, ghosting across your balls. Then she drops the wash cloth into the basin and wraps her hand around your cock. "Such a fine example of manhood should not be neglected, either," Krandt says, leaning close and taking your cock head into her mouth.

"Oh, Krandt," you gasp, your pussy clenching. You had never imagined lips and tongue could feel so good, her mouth so warm and wet, lips tight against your skin, tongue tracing every sensitive curve of your crown, but it only makes the Goddess more angry, your insides aching. "Krandt, please...my pussy..."

"Of course, Your Majesty," she says, drawing back. She runs her hands up your inner thighs. "I need you to open for me. Show me your secret."

Your heart pounding, you spread your legs wide, the cool air on your hot slit making you shiver. Krandt lifts your heavy scrotum, a look of wonder on her face as she beholds the 'gift' you never knew what to do with. She closes her eyes, lips moving in a silent prayer as she makes the sign of the Mother across her chest. Your breath catches as she reaches up, soft fingertips stroking your fleshy folds, then she leans in, her breath warm upon your skin, and you gasp as she runs her tongue up your slit.

"The stories are true," she says, licking her lips. "You taste like honey, like nectar." She presses her face back between your thighs and you moan as she licks your nether lips, lapping up your sweet juices. Her tongue slides between your hot, wet folds and you shudder in pleasure as she finds the heart of the throbbing ache in your pussy, licking and flicking her tongue across your clit.

"Oh! Oh, Krandt, please..." you beg, your body trembling as the pleasure builds, shuddering waves that awaken a hunger within you, a need you must satisfy. Your handmaid spreads your sensitive folds and wraps her lips around your swollen clit, sucking gently as she strokes your nub with her tongue. Your back arches, your hands grabbing at the shoulders of her uniform, gripping handfuls of the cloth until your knuckles turn white.

"Yes! Oh, fuck, Krandt, don't stop! Oh, fuck yes!" You've never felt anything like it, the pleasure rolling, thundering through your body, harder and more intense than jerking off, and just when you think you've reached the pinnacle, Krandt sucks harder, her tongue swirling around your throbbing clit, pushing you to the peak and over the edge.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuckfuckfuck!" you shout, your thighs closing, trapping her head against your pussy. You feel your womb clench, quivering in ecstasy, and then your muscles relax, the fire inside of you quenched, the pain gone. You open your legs, releasing your handmaid, and she draws back, a dazed smile on her face, her lips and chin dripping with your juices.

"Thank you, Your Majesty," she says, rising unsteadily to her feet, her breasts heaving as she fights to catch her breath, her hard nipples pressing against the confining material of her uniform. Her gaze lingers on your still-hard cock and you suddenly wonder what it would feel like to slide your cock inside of her.