Chapter - 28
Just then, the door creaked open. A young maid, her black hair pulled back in a tight bun, hurried into the room. Her eyes were wide, her skin the color of warm honey, and her figure small and delicate. Long, dark eyelashes framed her large, expressive brown eyes; her full lips were slightly parted in a silent gasp of surprise. Her cheeks were flushed with the natural coloring of her complexion and delicate freckles dusted the bridge of her straight nose.
The maid looked like a deer caught in headlights, her gaze darting between Celestine, sprawled on the floor, and me, still standing with my cock in the open.
"Come here," I ordered. She squeaked, a tiny, almost inaudible sound, before hurrying towards me, her head bowed. "Yes, Your Highness," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.
"What's your name?" I asked, my tone softening slightly.
"Kendra, Your Highness," she replied, her eyes fixed on the floor.
"Well, Kendra," I said, gesturing towards Celestine with a nod, "I have to get back to the ballroom. But I have some… cleaning to do. Why don't you be a good little girl and help me?" My words were laced with a knowing smirk; Kendra's gaze dropped to my semi-hard cock, glistening with a mixture of my cum and Celestine's juices.
She gulped, her throat working visibly as she processed my thinly veiled request. Slowly, almost hesitantly, she knelt at my feet, her face inches from my cock. Her eyes, wide and uncertain, flickered up to mine, seeking confirmation. Then, with a trembling hand, she reached out, her fingers brushing against the slick skin of my shaft. A shy, almost tentative lick followed, her tongue darting out to trace the tip of my cock before retreating.
"That's a good girl," I murmured, my voice a low purr of approval. I reached down and gently gripped her dark hair, pulling her head closer. "But Kendra, I'm in a hurry. Open your mouth for me, please."
She obeyed instantly, her cute brown eyes staring up at me, her mouth slightly agape. Smiling down at her, I guided her head, using her hair to pull her further onto my cock, feeling the warmth of her mouth envelop my cum-coated shaft. A stifled gag escaped her lips as the full length of my cock filled her throat, the sudden intrusion a shock to her system.
"Don't forget to suck and clean, Kendra," I instructed, as the young woman placed her hands on my thighs for support.
I began to thrust, my semi-hard cock plunging in and out of her mouth. The muscles in her throat worked overtime, attempting to accommodate the unexpected fullness; each stroke elicited a series of soft, muffled gasps and choked whimpers. I didn't linger long, knowing I would get hard again, and I couldn't spend anymore time here. After a few forceful strokes, I pulled back, letting her catch her breath, a slight sheen of perspiration now visible on her forehead. Her cheeks were flushed, a beautiful contrast against the dark of her hair.
My cock was now clean and glistening with her saliva. 'It would do for now,' I thought to myself as I pulled up my trousers, buttoning them and tucking my cock neatly away.
"Now then," I said, my voice regaining its authoritative tone, "help Lady Celestine to my chambers and stay there with her. Make sure she's comfortable." I offered a brief, almost imperceptible nod and turned, leaving the two women alone in the aftermath of my lust. The ballroom, with its glittering lights and music, awaited.