Felicia

Corrin heard the door swing open, and then shut again.

"Owie... that'll teach me to go near a Fafnir unit when I'm not at full health," said a voice from near the entrance. Corrin recognised that voice. Was that his maid, Felicia? His cock twitched in anticipation. She'd always featured heavily in his wet dreams and masturbation sessions, and he'd seen her in compromising positions once or twice, but he'd never actually seen her naked- not for lack of trying, of course. There had been several near misses in the past, but he never quite managed to catch her fully exposed. He briefly remembered the time where she tripped and landed in such a way that his hand had slipped up her shirt, the time her dress had caught on a door and ripped off, the time she walked in on him jerking off and the time he stole her underwear.

Before Corrin could reminisce any further, Felicia stepped into his field of view, wearing nothing at all, and turned on the shower. Corrin began to stroke his dick frantically. She was side-on to him, so he could only see part of her, but what a sight it was. Water ran down her large breasts, dripping off of her nipples. Her tits jiggled with every movement she made, and Corrin watched as if hypnotised while she thoroughly scrubbed every part of her body. As she turned off the shower and made to leave, she slipped.

With a thump, she landed in an incredibly awkward position. She was on her knees, face on the floor, ass up in the air, aimed right at Corrin. For the first time, he could properly see her big, round butt, and the tight wet slit between her legs, with no pubic hair apparent. Unable to hold back, Corrin stood up and shoved his cock through the peephole as he came. His semen flew through the air, only to land in several large splats on her right ass cheek.