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Late Evening.
Bedroom, Enid’s Chambers, Wyfkeep Castle.
Wyfellon, Wyfn-Garde.
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The grand doors to Enid’s chambers, the second son of the king’s brother swung open and a snaky eyed maid in her neat uniform gave a sultry bow before clearing her throat to draw the prince’s attention but Enid continued to gaze at nothingness.
"Your grace, dinner is ready, you should join the dining hall," she said.
Enid turned to her and imdiately called, the dull look in his eyes changed, his eyes brightened and he smiled at her, she had red hair like Salviana, "What’s your na?" He asked.
"Stella," she replied, her brown eyes holding him with abandon.
’Stella,’ he repeated sensually as he stood up and walked up to her, she had a big lip and had eyes nothing like Salviana but as he neared her he decided her hair color was enough to assu she was his cousin’s wife.
He will fuck her tonight, he thought.
"You’re beautiful," he muttered, holding her brown gaze. He’d lied against his judgnt.
"Thank you, your grace," she replied breathless.
Enid circled her and when he found her uniform collars, he tugged it and dropped a kiss on her neck. She shuddered and turned to him, "Your Grace," she moaned.
"I’d need you to make want to go for dinner Stella," he said cryptically but Stella seed to understand.
"I need to have your pretty mouth stuffed with my cock," he declared.
"I’ve never done this before your grace," She mumbled ekly drawing a smirk out of him.
"Well aren’t you a lucky little whore," He deadpanned as he watched her with interest, she had hot red hair like Salviana and it reminded him strongly of the new princess.
"I’m not a whore," She snapped, shocking him. He’d like to fuck the snappiness out of her.
"Of course not, you’re just a curious maid," he said inside he’d noticed how her voice changed and how the front buttons of her uniform opened.
"Okay," she agreed with fake timidness.
"Now co on," He invited, "On your knees," he ordered.
"Yes," She responded before kneeling down in front of him.
The maid, Stella, studied his cock inch by inch, not caring in the world that there was an angry, impatient man attached to it, before swirling her hot, wet tongue over the crown.
Enid tipped his head back, suppressing a grunt.
"A bit salty," she comnted, then proceeded to, astonishingly, nibble on his cock.
Her lips moved along the shaft, half kissing, half licking, as she grabbed it by its root. It was so erotic, so authentic, all he could do was stare in wonder.
"You sll good," she observed, seemingly to his cock, not , pulling back to look at it again.
As he was about to give up, fall to his knees and beg her to suck him off, she opened her tight mouth, covered his shaft, and gave it a long, greedy suck.
"Fuck, you’re a good maid,"
All his good manners flew out the door as Stella serviced him in front of his door. he planted one hand on her fiery hair, imagining it was Salviana’s, he laced his fingers in her lush red hair while the other held the door ias she tried to take more and more of him.
She made happy noises throughout, driving over the edge, to the point where he knew, disconcertingly, that his knees would buck and I’d co like a preteen after ten seconds if she didn’t stop.
He yanked her back by the hair, refusing to lose face. "On the bed."
On his bed?
Enid frowned, surprised at the command he’d rendered. No woman had entered his bed since he had it but here he was inviting a maid into his bed because he couldn’t stop picturing her as Salviana, his cousin’s wife. She had her hair but he could do without the eyes, the girl just had to close it up.
The maid sensing this as a once-in-a-lifeti invitation, scrambled to her feet and bolted to his mattress. That train had left the station, and it had no brakes to speak of.
he shoved her down so she flattened against his duvet, head propped up on two of his pillows. Climbing on the bed, he bracketed her with his thighs, grabbed onto the headboard, and positioned his cock in front of her mouth.
She stared up at with pure exhilaration. he was trying to punish her, and she was legitimately going to ask for seconds.
Unbelievable.
"I’m going to fuck that smart mouth of yours now, Stella."
Any other woman would at least pause to think about it. But the maid just opened her mouth wide. "Yes, your grace!"
He slamd into her, hitting the back of her throat. She made a choking sound. Her eyes watered.
He studied her for a second, unmoving, waiting for her to push away. In a signature The maid move, she clutched his ass, drawing closer to her.
Once she grew accustod to the size in her mouth, she peered up at beneath a dark curtain of lashes. Excitent leaped from her eyes.
his heart beat so fast, he thought it’d rip itself from its arteries and fall into oblivion.
he pulled out, then slamd into her mouth again.
Then again.
And again.
And again.
Soon, he was fucking her mouth without rcy.
Without a care for our surroundings.
Without a care for the fact that, in doing so, he gave her everything she wanted.
The springs of the mattress squeaked. Stella moaned, peppered by his grunts. Noise cloaked every surface. Yet, he wasn’t half as triggered as he normally would be.
Each ti his cock t the back of her throat, his balls tightened and he was sure I’d bust his load.
Stella suckled and licked and he imagined it was Salviana on her knees and worshiping him, each movent of her lips was hungry, taking every inch of like it was her favorite al. If this was the way he reacted to her mouth, he couldn’t wait to take her cunt.
"I’m going to co in your mouth, and you’re going to keep it, open your mouth nice and big, gurgle, taste, and then—and only then—swallow it. Am I understood?"
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