"The representative of the Church wishes to meet with you, King Uther," Baobhan Sith informed him as soon as he opened his eyes.
She had resumed her duties as a maid, no longer naked as she had been in his chambers earlier.
Now, she was dressed in proper maid attire, standing before him as she conveyed the news that the Church's representative had arrived.
"I instructed them to arrive early, yet they dare to be late?" Uther snorted in disdain as he rose from his bed, his naked body on full display after his recent escapade with Sith.
His erect cock still demanded release, a need that had yet to be fully satisfied.
"They can wait. I need you to tend to me first," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for negotiation.
Baobhan Sith sighed inwardly, resigned to the inevitable.
Here we go again, she thought.
She had no choice but to obey.
With her hands, she firmly grasped his erection and began to stroke it, fully prepared to tend to his every desire with careful and deliberate touch.
With every deliberate stroke of her hand, King Uther felt an ever-growing need for release, and each time, he groaned in deep satisfaction as he unleashed his potent seeds into her awaiting palm.
However, the moment of relief was far from over; in fact, it was merely the beginning of King Uther's insatiable desire for even more pleasure, a craving that only intensified with every passing moment.
For more than two hours, she attended to King Uther's desires, relieving his pent-up tension before assisting him in taking a bath.
Yet, he wasn't King Uther if he was honestly just for bathing.
Whenever they were in the bath together, he never missed an opportunity to make her satisfy his never-ending lust. Every time, he would command her to rub lotion on her body, then use that same body to scrub his.
King Uther himself would pour lotion onto her breasts, always ensuring his intentions were clear—he would never let go of the chance to use her breasts to wash his cock with that slick, fragrant lotion.
Whenever he needed release, he spared no effort in marking her body with his potent seed. For two hours, they lost themselves in his debauchery, their time wasted in a haze of lust before they cleaned away the evidence with water and more lotion.
This time, however, King Uther was honest; he restrained himself and avoided any unnecessary moves during the final cleansing ritual.
Once he was thoroughly refreshed and cleansed, she dressed him meticulously in his royal garments, ensuring every detail was perfect.
Lastly, she carefully placed the crown upon his head, signifying his regal status.
When everything was in order, it was finally time for King Uther to meet with the representative from the Church.
The intensity of their earlier encounter had faded, leaving behind only the powerful image of a king who had been satisfied in every way, now prepared to take on the world once again.