Building a Harem in a Noble House-Chapter 80: Come to the Bed (R-18)

The maid squirmed on my lap, her voice coming out small and shaky, barely above a whisper. "P-please, milord. I want you to make it hurt. I want it to leave an imprint. That’s what I deserve."

Her words were timid, yet laced with a submissive plea that flipped the same switch in me that Isobel’s clone had. I raised my hand higher and brought it down with real force, the slap echoing in the dim room.

"Hnhhh~!" Savrah squealed, instinctively moving a hand to cover her mouth. Her ass rippled under the impact, skin turning pink instantly as she arched her back.

I did it again, harder, the sound sharp and satisfying, her big cheeks bouncing the hit. She was getting wet, I noticed, as her arousal soaked the thin straps of her lingerie, which just barely covered her pussy to begin with. My dick was fully hard now, straining against my pants, arousal throbbing through me as I kept smacking, alternating cheeks and watching them redden.

Isobel watched with a grin, her lacy nightgown clinging to her as she leaned against the bedpost. "That’s it, you little slut," she said playfully, her voice dripping with a sexual edge. "Look at you, ass up like a desperate whore, getting soaked from a good spanking. You’re such a slut for this, aren’t you? Begging for more punishment because you can’t keep your eyes to yourself."

The maid moaned, timid whimpers turning breathier, her body trembling as I continued, each smack landing with a crack that made her large butt wobble enticingly. Savrah’s eyes were glued to the scene, silver hair shifting as she squirmed beneath me, but she didn’t say anything to Isobel’s provocation, likely because she was too busy moaning.

After a solid dozen smacks, Isobel’s hand rested on my shoulder, squeezing.

"Enough," she purred. "Savrag took that beating like a champ, I’d say. She deserves a reward now, don’t you think?"

Savrah nodded frantically from her position over my lap, ass still stinging red, pussy visibly damp through her panties. Isobel reached down, fingers deftly undoing the ties on her own nightgown, letting the lace part just enough to expose her smooth pussy, already glistening.

"Use your hands on her, Lloyd. Let’s see her squirm under your touch."

I shifted the maid slightly, keeping her bent while unhooking her black lacy garter belt. My fingers pushed the straps aside, finding her wet folds, and I slid two inside her tight pussy, curling them to hit that spot. She gasped, timid voice breaking into a whine as I pumped slowly at first, feeling her walls clench around me. Her large breasts heaved with each breath, nipples hard against the fabric. As I worked her, the maid’s hand crept toward my crotch, caressing the bulge of my cock through my pants. She looked up at me with those wide, submissive eyes.

"M-may I? Please?" Savrah asked, voice trembling.

"Yeah," I said, voice rough with need. "Go ahead." Her fingers fumbled with my zipper, freeing my hard cock, and she wrapped her small hand around it, stroking tentatively while I fingered her deeper.

We traded like that–my fingers thrusting into her dripping pussy, her hand stroking my cock–while Isobel leaned in, capturing my mouth in a fierce kiss. Her tongue dominated mine, hand caressing my face, purple eyes half-lidded with lust as she tasted me.

Isobel pulled back from the kiss, breaking it with a nip to my lip, then turned her attention to the maid.

"You’re not loud enough, whore. I thought you wanted him?" Isobel started, her dominant tone making the air thicker. "Beg for his cock to fuck that greedy pussy."

"Mmhhh~... P-please... milord... I need it... fuck me... please... I need you inside of me..."

The maid’s voice was timid but desperate, her large ass still red from the smacks, breasts bouncing as she stroked me harder. But she could barely focus, hips bucking against my hand, pussy clenching tight as I drove her toward the edge.

Isobel laughed softly, sultry and controlling. "Oh, no, pet. You have to earn him. Show us how badly you want him."

The maid didn’t hesitate, her submissive nature kicking in fully. She slid off my lap, dropping to her knees between my legs, large breasts pressing against my thighs. Her timid eyes met mine for a second before she leaned forward, mouth opening wide to take my cock deep. She deepthroated me in one go, throat relaxing around my length, sucking like she was born for it, nose pressing to my base as she gagged softly.

I groaned, hand tangling in her hair, the sight of her curvy body on her knees, ass up and red, tits spilling out... it was too much. I couldn’t take it anymore. Grabbing her head, I started facefucking her, thrusting into her mouth with hard, deep strokes. Her throat bulged around my cock, saliva dripping down her chin onto her massive breasts, but she took it all, eyes watering but locked on me with a clear desire to please me.

Isobel cheered me on, her voice sultry and dominant, leaning close to whisper encouragements. "That’s it, Lloyd. Fuck her face like the slut she is. Make her choke on that cock. She’s loving it, look at her." Her purple eyes burned with arousal, one hand idly teasing her own exposed pussy. I pounded harder, balls slapping her chin, the wet sounds filling the room along with her muffled moans. The Dark Elf squirmed in her chair, tan skin glistening with sweat, silver hair disheveled, but bound tight.

Between Isobel’s words and Savrah’s relentless head, it was only a matter of time before I finished. I came hard, groaning as I buried deep and shot ropes of cum straight down her throat. She swallowed every drop, greedy and timid even in the act, large butt wiggling as she knelt there. I pulled out, cock slick and spent, and she looked up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, voice small and hopeful.

"D-did I earn it? I... I did everything you asked..."

Isobel smirked, glancing at me with those purple eyes. "What do you think, love? Are you satisfied, or do you want more from her?"

Savrah looked up at me with desperate eyes. She was leaning forward, as if ready to take me in her mouth once again, as she fingered herself with her free hand.

"I’m ready for her," I said to Isobel, though my eyes were trained on Savrah. "Come to the bed."