Building a Harem in a Noble House-Chapter 79: Go On, Pet... (R-18)

I pushed open the door to the guest house, the hinges creaking softly in the quiet night. The manor loomed in the background, all stone walls and manicured gardens, but this little spot on the premises was cozy with its wooden beams and fresh linens, but small, like a one-room cabin pretending to be bigger. The main area had a sitting chair, a low table with a flickering candle, and two doorways. One led to a small powder room furnished similarly to the ones in the manor, while the other led into a bedroom I could hardly see inside.

The lights inside were dim, just a couple of lanterns casting long shadows, making everything feel intimate and a bit mysterious. As I stepped inside, a jug of water still clutched in my hand from that weird bath comment from Laurence, I heard commotion from further in the bedroom. They were muffled voices, a shuffle like someone moving furniture, maybe a gasp or two. My heart picked up, curiosity mixing with that lingering unease from the baths. What the hell was going on now? I set the pitcher down on the table and headed straight for the bedroom door, pushing it open without knocking. The sight hit me like a slap.

It was... Savrah. She was seated in a chair at the center of the room just ahead of the bed. Her tan skin gleamed under the low light, silver hair cascading over her shoulders. She was also wearing lingerie–a black lacy garter that accentuated her surprisingly large breasts and thick thighs. Ropes bound her wrists behind the chair and her ankles to the legs, keeping her upright but helpless. She looked like a cornered puppy, eyes wide and misty like she was just denied a treat she’d been begging for.

Before I could even attempt to process what the hell this was about, Isobel slipped in behind me, placing her hands on my shoulders. She was in this lacy nightgown, black and sheer, with her black hair pulled into her familiar messy bun. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

She didn’t waste a second. Her arms wrapped around me from behind, lips crashing into mine in a deep kiss, tongue sliding in possessively. Her hands roamed up my chest, fingers hooking under my shirt and yanking it up and over my head in one smooth pull before I had time to even say hello. I felt the cool air hit my bare skin as she turned me back around and pushed me slightly towards Savrah, but her body pressed against my back kept it from chilling too much.

I broke the kiss, breathing heavy, glancing between Isobel and the scene. ’What the fuck is going on here?’ I asked, voice low but edged with confusion. The Dark Elf shifted in her chair, ropes creaking, but Isobel just smiled, that controlling smirk that always got my blood pumping.

"I’m sure you’re confused as to what this is about, love," Isobel started, walking from behind me and moving towards Savrah. "How about we ask our brand new pet why she’s sitting here so politely?"

Savrah squirmed slightly in her restraints, stiffening the moment Isobel finished her journey to stand behind her chair.

"I-I... well..."

"Speak clearly," Isobel demanded, tone sharp.

"I couldn’t keep my eyes and hands to myself! Milady noticed that I had been... observing you all day, and heard from Lyra that I had inappropriately and unprofessionally touched you twice, and she’s punishing me."

"And why am I punishing you?"

"B-because I’m a whore, and I deserve it."

"You’re a quick study," Isobel said, smiling ominously as she revealed an illusory dagger.

She swiped quickly, freeing Savrah from her restraints before moving behind me once again, pushing me to stand within arm’s reach of Savrah.

"Go on, pet," Isobel told the maid, voice firm but playful. "Caress him. You’ve been thinking about doing this all day, haven’t you? You’re free to, now."

"Are you... sure?" Savrah asked, but she was looking at me.

Isobel pushed me forward even closer, which left me standing between Savrah’s outstretched legs. I looked down at her, large tan breasts barely held back by the tight straps of her lingerie, wide hips begging to be let out under the similarly restrictive lace. God... This was what Laurence told me to be wary of...?

"Go ahead," I finally answered, reaching out to guide her hand to my exposed chest.

Savrah still hesitated at first, biting her lip and glancing between Isobel and me, but she ultimately resigned herself to the act. Her small hand worked slowly, trembling as it traced my chest, sliding down to my abs, then around to my sides. Her touch was soft, almost reverent, fingers brushing my skin like she was afraid I’d break. I stood there, letting it happen, my body responding despite the faint cold of her hands, cock twitching in my pants as her palms explored.

Isobel leaned in close, her breath hot against my ear, hair tickling my shoulder. When she spoke, she sounded not like the sultry dominant she just was, but like a kid who’d just gotten away with a wicked lie. "Told you threesomes could be fun! We can do anything with her now!"

"So this is what your brother meant when he called you a control freak?" I asked, voice low enough that Savrah couldn’t fully make out what I was saying.

"The idea of sharing a woman with your lover isn’t outlandish or anything. If anything, it’s the perfect bonding experience. Plus, I get to do things I could never do on my own or with a clone of myself. Like this!"

She pulled back, eyes on Savrah, who was now running her hands lower, grazing the front of my pants. Isobel circled the girl, voice and smile returning to the way they’d been when I first walked in.

"Look at that ass on her," Isobel said, her tone appreciative and commanding. "So round and big... just begging for attention. It’s criminal how someone like her gets blessed with something so plump with a waist that thin. Don’t you think, Lloyd?"

I swallowed hard, nodding as the maid’s caresses sent sparks through me. "I hadn’t noticed. She’s been in her maid’s apron all day, and that covers the view."

"How about I let you get a better view?" Isobel started, eyes turning malicious. "Take her to the bed. Bend her over your lap and smack her ass. Our pet still needs some discipline, I think."

I moved without thinking, guided by Isobel’s waiting hand. The bed was right there, big and plush with dark sheets, and I sat on the edge, pulling the maid down across my thighs. She went willingly, her short body draping over my lap, her large ass facing up towards me. Her large breasts pressed against my leg, soft and heavy.

The first smack wasn’t hard. I knew my own strength, and I didn’t want to hurt the girl despite everything. Savrah whimpered softly nonetheless, a timid sound that went straight to my groin.

Isobel stepped closer, shaking her head with a tsk. "No, Lloyd. I said smack it. Hard. Make it sting." She knelt down, looking Savrah in the eye. "Isn’t that what you want him to do, pet? Tell him that’s what you want."