The Lusty Itherian Maid

You cursed yourself for a moment when you realized that you had dropped the knife that Akina had given you back in Phebis with your pile of clothes now sitting some distance away. In your defense, you had not expected an attempt on your life to be happening in your very own bedchamber. You were a moment away from shouting for guards when you heard a soft moan escape from the sheets. This was not the moan of a tired assassin. It was more like the soft moan of a young woman attempting to pleasure herself, or at the very least, the moan of a woman being pleasured. You had grown to become familiar with the sound while you bred Gregan’s wife and mother many nights in Phebis. Of course, laying with your own future wife quite frequently had helped accrue that familiarity too.

This was not the sound of Clara mewling though. In fact, the soft soprano did well to grasp at your nostalgia from the day you had first become King of Itheria. It was the same day that you had become a man, when you got to know a woman for the first time. That woman was none other than the maid girl that served your room almost privately, Sarah.

‘This is pretty amusing,’

You briefly remember Akina once saying something about a maidservant that shouted your name while they masturbated, but this was anything but a shout. Maybe to a beastfolk this was load, but you could hardly pick out if it was at all true. Still, you couldn’t help but try and find a fun way to continue this encounter, at least now that you knew it wasn’t an assassin under the sheets waiting for you. It was a quick thought formulated by too little evidence anyways. A true assassin would likely just wait until you were asleep.

Already naked, you leapt onto the maid and she screams. You restrain her hands with one of yours and cover her mouth with the other as she tries to escape your grasp. Thankfully, her modest frame is light enough for you to easily do so. You didn’t want her scream to travel in fear that it would cause guards to burst in and ruin the moment. Her screams and struggle eventually cease when her pretty blue eyes finally see you with the light of the moons.

Sarah’s face was blushed and her eyes wide. She was both embarrassed and shocked that you had caught her in this predicament. She even wondered if she would be punished for using your bed without permission. Though these emotions weren’t long lived while the object of her interrupted fantasy took control of her, and licked your hand as it rested on her lips.

“Such a heated little minx,” You remove your hand and stuff a couple fingers into her mouth and she responds by sucking on them, “Did you miss me that much?”

With her mouth occupied on your fingers, she nodded. She tried to speak, but it just came out as hums and grunts. Deciding that didn’t really suit her, you remove your fingers from her mouth so she could speak.

“Y-your Maj- ...I mean, King Bryce. We weren’t expecting you back until tomorrow morning! I don’t normally do this, I was just cleaning your room and-”

“Shhh,” This time you only place a single finger over her lips, “Lord Gilbert must be working you much too hard to have you cleaning my vacant room this late into the night.”

Perhaps reminiscent of the day you first became King of Itheria, you kiss her softly on the lips and work your way down gradually. You paused briefly when you reached her breasts, sucking and massaging them through the fabric of her maid uniform. You pull on the fabric to expose her breasts and suckle them some more before continuing further down. Going past her groin and to her milky thighs. She was a very soft woman, and the smoothness of her legs accentuated that further, but it was all the temptation you need to start working your way up under Sarah’s skirt. As your head entered the confines of her skirt it was clear that this level of foreplay was not needed, she was bare and it was steamy. Still, you felt the need to practice your cunnilingus on the maid. It was her that laid invitingly in your bed like a meal.

Sarah’s response was swift as you got to work, wrapping her legs around your head as you expertly stimulated her pussy. Her taste was sweet as a nectar, and it was clear that she may have been using your baths in your absence as well. Meaning that she had been very naughty in your absence, you’d have to make sure you punished her for it later. It would not be good to have a maid think she ever had a chance with a King. At least not in a way that was more than free use. Sarah shot her hands down to your hair and they gripped your hair as strongly as her legs wrapped you head.

“King Bryce! I can’t hold it back anymore!” Sarah’s soprano carried itself through out the room before a flood of fluids splashed you. Her body convulsing from the gyrations of your tongue and lips.

It was easier than you had thought, but of course who knew how long the slut pleasured herself on your bed before arrived. She grasped your head for the duration of her orgasm, and her grip grew weaker as she rode it out. When the climax eventually ended Sarah went limp and seemed spent already. But it was your turn now.

You positioned yourself over her sprawled out body and navigate your dick under her skirts to poke at her heated sex. Your movements did not phase Sarah at first until you finally thrust our cock into her. It was clear she was ready for this long before you had gone down on her. Sarah was still laid flat over the bed and you were vertically erect as you grabbed her hips and fucked her wildly.

Sarah’s hands flailed and grasped whatever bit of the sheets above her head that she could and her legs wrapped around your back as you used her as a sex toy. It was clear to you at this point that she truly was spent. It was after midnight already, meaning that Sarah must of spent hours edging and climaxing before you arrived to fuck her, but all you needed was one more use out of her. So you made it count.

Getting a more stable foundation on your knees, you rise up to thrust into Sarah’s tired cunt with wild abandon, forcing the nimble girl to arch her back as your hands on her waist kept her up. It was like fucking a doll, if the doll moaned with every entry and the walls of its cunt were perfectly molded to your dick. It was not long before your balls started to contract and you were **** to make the same worn out decision of where to cum, but a lowborn maid did not matter as much as your future wife, so you let the floodgates open. It was two weeks for your travel back to the Capitol, and two weeks of your testes producing that royal seed **** its way into the beautiful short-haired blonde in your bed. Akina mentioned that you failed to get her impregnate Sarah the first time you to claimed her, you were sure that was not the case this time.

The next day court was started late. It seemed your courtiers and present councilmen were aware that you would be tired after your long journey back, not to mention defending the city of Philos during its siege. Toasts and other formalities happened before any real news of the frontline came to bear among the throne room. But perhaps the biggest formality happened near the end of your day, when Count Erwin Dresin was kneeling before your throne with a very big scroll in his hand that he laid rolled up before him as he continued to speak. The courtiers were mostly silent, save for the occasional murmur that echoed as Erwin spoke.

“…And therefore it is with great regret and humility that I resign from my position as your court Chancellor. If it pleases you, your Majesty.”

It did not please you. There was little doubt in your head that Count Erwin knew what your relationship was with his second daughter, Lady Victoria, but you figured a practical man like him would be happy to hear she would be Duchess of the Frost Peaks. It appears you were wrong. It was almost insulting that he would be the one to resign, instead of you firing him or swapping him with another Noble of your choosing. Not that it mattered on account of your recent victories in Phebis, but this would be a soft blow to your prestige. It had to be out of spite.

“Regretful, indeed.” You replied coldly, “But I know you have been away from your Manor for some time. I understand that you would want to spend you later years with the rest of House Dresin in the County you manage for me. Take you leave, then. And know there is no ill will between your house and mine.”

That was the best Diplomatic answer you could come up with in the moment. Count Erwin’s expression showed that he hoped you would have had less tact in your reply. But bowed his head again while kneeling, “You have my thanks, your Majesty.”

Finally he stood and departed. It was only then that the Courtiers began to raise questions to you. Most of them pertaining to who would succeed Count Erwin as your Royal Chancellor. It was a coveted position in Itheria, basically a head of state, if not for Erwin you would have to spend all day speaking with courtiers about troubles in your domains. The commotion grew in volume over a short period of time, but to make this seem like it was all under your control you had to make it seem like this was all planned from the start. With a raising of your hand the commotion came to a halt. It was time to announce who your new Chancellor would be.

With very few moments to lose, and all eyes on you, even your fiance’s sitting in the chair beside you, you had to think quick. Who would be loyal enough to appoint as your new Chancellor on the fly? It was not an easy question to answer, but you had to come up with one. Duke Magus would not want to be bound to Chancellorship as the warrior he was, Duchess Irene of Goldfields would not come of age for another two years. Lord Admiral Nikolas would certainly refuse even if it was a kingly summon. Duke Oliver would do it, but that would weaken your armies to the north. So that was it, the dukes were out of the question, and it would be stupid to get the newly subjugated Phebis in your court for now. There was only one convenient answer…

So, who will it be?