Prologue

"The house of Eversoul seems to have signs of going back to their old witchcrafts, their recent trail of misfortune is suspiciously convenient," the head maid spoke in a hushed tone, her eyes darting to the the nonchalent Jaheim, sitting behind his desk.

"It would seem a sanction from my father is not enough to deter them," Jaheim murmured, his voice tightening with annoyance. "I would not have this small matter impede my journey for the royal academy. Report this to Quaisa, the informant, she would be more than happy to sell the intel to the House of Firewood, the rival of Eversoul."

"But Quisa has recently shown signs of rebellion. The price of an information no longer suffices her," the head maid cautioned, her eyes not leaving the young lord's face, as she tried hard to ignore the smell of sex in the air. "Perhaps we should consider more...persuasive measures."

"Indeed..." the son of Marquis, Jaheim, leaned back in his chair, as he bounced his hips. "However, Quisa can still be trusted. She's greedy, yes, but not foolish, and more importantly, not loyal to the Eversouls. I can't state the same for her personality, but that informant knew the best time to cut ties with them."

Jaheim smirked before grunting, as he snaked his arm to something soft in front of him. "Report to her the son of Marquis, Jaheim, looked forward to her pefformance. And she will be rewarded a secret about the duke of Reeve's son that she'd be eager to grasp for her own, even outweighting the price she would sell an information."

"I understand." The head maid nodded, but before Mary could continue her another matter, she froze a little, as she witnessed some water sprayed onto the ground.

She frowned, as she looked at Jaheim again. Yes, he is sitting casually, if not for the maid straddling his thighs and riding his dick. Mitsu, her eyes closed, was biting her lower lip as she bobbed her head, her cheeks red with effort and pleasure. She looked so small and vulnerable, the power dynamic was clear. The head maid felt a twinge of guilt, an emotion she would never allow herself to display in front of the young lord.

From behind, the young lord groped Mitsu's boobs, his dick still buried inside her. She held back her moan and arched her back, feeling a rush of pleasure with every thrust. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a stark contrast to the seriousness of their conversation.

The head maid bit her lips, before continuing. "Also, there's the matter with your fiance, Lady Viola from the House of Ironblood. She has come to request for a divorce again."

"That woman was merely playing a show, ignore her." The young lord snaked a thumb inside Mitsu's lips, as he enjoyed her biting to hold back her cries of pleasure. "Viola is a smart woman. She knew best how to act decisive for spreading rumours on my unfaithfulness, which I fully reciprocated. Send her a letter of my gratitude, and reassurance that I completely agree with her divorce proposal."

Jaheim smirked as he felt a flinch from Mitsu, her hips stuttering against his. He knew she was trying to listen to their conversation while maintaining her rhythm, but the sensation was too intense for the young maid to fully focus. He gripped her hips, guiding her movements faster and deeper. "However, that might not be enough to convince the cautious woman. After all, I am known well enough as the 'Head-nodding Geese' among the nobles. So instead, send her a gift of a red towel."

The red towel, the declaration for a duel. The head maid's brows furrowed, but she knew better than to question the young lord's intentions, just like his regular bizzare dance with his maid on his lap. The atmosphere grew thick with tension, yet Mitsu's moans of pleasure pierced through it all, a stark reminder of the intimate act happening right beside them.

The head maid nodded. "May I know the reason for the gift?"

"It is simple," Jaheim buckled his hips into Mitsu, his climax approaching, "The red towel is not just a declaration of duel. It is a declaration of my intent, not to reject the divorce, but an initiative to further my act. I will be defeated and humiliated, giving a proper reason for Lady Violet to leave without any suspicion from the king." He smirked, his eyes never leaving Mitsu's flushed face as he continued to thrust into her. "After all, who wouldn't believe that I am incapable of pleasing a woman if I can't even win a simple duel?"

Jaheim hugged the maid's hips, before slamming her down onto him, his teeth gritting as he reached his peak. Mitsu's eyes shot open, a silent scream escaping her lips as she felt him fill her up. The head maid averted her gaze, trying to maintain professionalism as the young lord's moan of pleasure echoed in the room. She had seen many things in her time serving the Marquis, this is far from the most bizzare of them.

"And then...we'll initiate a negotiation." Jaheim smirked as his cum filled Mitsu's tight hole, her pussy pulsing around his cock. Mitsu's cheeks were scarlet as she tried to keep her voice steady, feeling the warmth spread through her belly. She knew she was just a pawn in his grand scheme, but the intimacy was overwhelming. Her master smiled warmly, as he petted the maid's head.

"With Lady Violet's carefulness, she would realise my pretentious defeat," he teased Mitsu's swollen nipples as he enjoyed the musical symphony of her maid's panting breaths. "Then, she would certainly ask for my suspicious intent. I'll not deny the suspicion, but instead provide a valuable intel my precious Mitsu has given me, one related to her missing sister."

The head maid's shoulders shook, as she couldn't help but glance at the her gasping junior, now trembling in the aftermath of her climax and her nipples being teased. Mitsu? This Mitsu who was now his toy? How could she have known any insider intel about the famous missing sister of the House of Ironblood?

Putting aside her confusion, Mary still followed the young lord's command. "I understand. Then if you may excuse me..."

The head maid quickly turned away in grace, yet in hurry to leave the room, her mind racing with the haunting smell of cum and the ashaemd sound of Mitsu's heavy breathing and the soft wet slaps of their flesh against each other. She could tell this is guilt that knawed her numb mind, but head maid knew better than to let it impede her judgment. The house must come first before a penniless maid, and if the Young lord's ferocious talent can be calmed down with the maid's body, so be it.

"Send the gift to Lady Viola within today," Jaheim instructed, his voice still filled with the satisfaction of his climax. "And tell her that I am eager to meet her in the arena, to settle our matter of honor."

As he heard the head maid left with a door click, his trousers, full of love juices, were let down easily, before he pushed the maid onto the desk, her large chest slipped the paper onto the ground, soaking them with the sweet scent of her arousal. He grabbed her thighs and pulled her closer, burying his face into her pussy, licking and sucking greedily. Mitsu's moans grew louder, her hands clutching the edge of the desk as she tried to hold back the waves of pleasure that were threatening to crash over her.

"My-my lord..."

"Jaheim, Mitsu. How many times must I remind you to call me by my proper name?" Jaheim spoke into her trembling pussy, the cum from her climax still coating his tongue. He looked up at her, his eyes gleaming with amusement and a hint of something darker.

Mitsu's cheeks flushed even deeper as she stared down at him, her chest heaving. "w-why did you..."

Jaheim grinned as he heard a sob, his mouth then burrowed his tongue into Mitsu's pussy, the taste of their combined release still lingering. The maid's legs wrapped around his neck, her hips bucking uncontrollably as he devoured her, his tongue swirling and flicking at her sensitive nub. The sound of his mouth smacking against her wetness filled the air, as the room was now only filled with her moans and the occasional rustle of fabric from his shirt.

"It's alright, Mitsu." Jaheim's voice was gentle, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he pulled her closer to him, his tongue still working its magic on her clit. "The head maid won't blame you for your... enthusiastic performance. After all, you're just doing your duty as my maid, aren't you?"

Mitsu gulped his sobbing moan, the gentle tone a devilish whisper from her young master who was currently devouring her. She nodded, her eyes tearing up as she felt his tongue swirl around her clit, sending electric jolts through her body. This was her fate, she had accepted it the first night Jaheim had taken her. Her mind was a mess, a whirlwind of pain, pleasure, and fear, but she knew she couldn't refuse him.

The former male in Mitsu, her pride and dignity forgotten in the throes of passion, couldn't help but feel a pang of fear as she looked at her lord, her eyes wide and pleading. But Jaheim only chuckled, his grip on her thighs tightening as he continued to pleasure her with his mouth. The head maid's footsteps had barely faded before he was back on his feet, as he aimed his wet dick at her tight asshole.

"But my lord, I-I can't—" she protested weakly, her body still shaking from the intense climax he'd just given her.

Jaheim looked up from his feast, a smirk playing on his lips. "You can, and you will. You're mine to do with as I please, remember?" He didn't wait for her response, instead pushing into her tight anus with a swiftness that made her yelp.

Mitsu's eyes widened with shock and pain, her nails digging into the desk as he began to pump into her. Her body was still sensitive from the intense climax she'd just experienced, and the sudden intrusion made her squirm. But as he began to move, she felt herself opening up to him, her body adjusting to the new sensation. She bit her lip hard, trying not to scream as he claimed her in the most intimate of ways.

"Don't you wonder how the head maid must feel when she just left?" Jaheim smirked as he felt Mitsu's body tighten around him. "Probably a mix of guilt and arousal. She's always been a dutiful servant, just as you told me, but she's not as motherly as you suggested, is she?"

The young lord sneered, his dick still buried deep within Mitsu as he snaked his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. Her legs were still trembling from the intensity of her last climax, but he showed no mercy, his hips moving in a steady rhythm that soon had her gasping and panting again. She felt the burn of his rough entry, but it was quickly replaced by a strange, overwhelming pleasure that had her writhing against him.

"My-my lord...my lord..." Mitsu's whimpers grew louder as Jaheim's thrusts grew more intense, her body trembling against the cold desk beneath her. He was relentless, his movements punctuating every word he spoke.

"Your tight little ass is mine, Mitsu," he groaned, his grip on her hips unyielding. "Every part of you is mine to explore, to fill, to claim as I wish. And I'm going to enjoy every inch of you until you're screaming my name."

He pounded deep into Mitsu's anus, his eyes never leaving her face in a mirror on the desk. She could see his reflection, the smirk that twisted his lips as he watched her struggle to maintain her composure. Her own eyes were squeezed shut, the pain and pleasure mixing together into a cocktail of sensations that she never knew existed. His hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements, pushing her to take him deeper, harder. She felt her walls stretch around him, the friction making her moan despite her best efforts to stay silent.

"So forget that Viola and her dramatics for now, Mitsu. Focus on pleasing me," Jaheim said as he continued to pound into her, his words a mix of command and annoyance.

Mitsu could only nod, her face a mask of pain and pleasure as she felt her anus stretching around him. She had never been taken so roughly before, but she had to admit that the feeling was addictive. His hands gripped her hips tightly, guiding her movements, pushing her to take him deeper, faster. She could feel his cock sliding in and out of her, the wet sounds of their union mixing with her increasingly desperate gasps.

Her body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending alight with sensation. She had never felt so used, so dominated, and yet she couldn't deny the thrill that raced through her. Each time he pushed into her, she felt a wave of pleasure that seemed to drown out the pain. It was as if her body had been made for this, for him to use and discard as he saw fit. And in that moment, she hated herself for the way her former male self responded to his cruelty.

"Now, receive my seed. Scream as you come for me, Mitsu," Jaheim's voice was commanding, his grip on her hips tightening. He watched her in the mirror, the sight of her face twisted with pleasure and pain driving him closer to the edge.

Mitsu felt her body tighten around him as she approached another climax. She knew she couldn't hold out much longer, her body betraying her as it responded to his dominance. With a final, brutal thrust, she felt him spurt deep inside her, filling her with his warmth as she came. She screamed his name, her voice echoing through the room.

Jaheim pulled out of her, leaving her panting and trembling on the desk. He stepped back, admiring the sight of her swollen anus, glistening with their combined fluids. The desk was a mess of crumpled papers and a growing pool of cum that dripped down the wood, creating a sticky puddle on the floor. The smell of sex was thick in the air, a stark reminder of the depravity that had just taken place.

The arousing sight only stirred Jaheim's desire further. He grabbed Mitsu by her hips and flipped her over, her face now facing him, her eyes filled with a mix of shock and arousal. He didn't give her any time to recover, plunging his still hard cock back into her soaking wet pussy. She gasped, her eyes widening as he began to fuck her once more, her legs spread wide.

As Jaheim's tongue licked every inch of Mitsu's trembling body, she couldn't help but recall the young Jaheim, an only memory of solace in her current predicament. The innocent boy she had once called friend, now the very man who owned her. His touches, once gentle and comforting, were now a symbol of her enslavement. Yet, as his mouth found her neck and sucked hard, she felt a thrill run through her, a thrill that she had come to associate with the pain and pleasure he brought.

She gazed at the man's lips who had brought her so much torment and pleasure. Her body felt bruised, yet she craved for more. Her hands a mind of their own as she cupped Jaheim's cheeks, pulling him closer. He looked surprised but didn't resist, instead leaning into her touch as she kissed him deeply. It was a kiss filled with longing, regret, and a strange kind of love. A love born from the ashes of their friendship, twisted into something darker and more primal.

The former male maid couldn't reject her new reality, her body responding to his touches with an intensity that she had never felt before. The pain of her past was slowly morphing into a dark, twisted pleasure that she found herself craving. As she kissed him, she could feel his cock swelling within her, his hands roaming her body with a newfound urgency. His kisses grew rougher, his teeth nipping at her lips as he claimed her mouth.

Her lips moaned into his, desperately seeking something she couldn't name. A part of her wanted to apologize for her body's treachery, but the words remained trapped in her throat, choked by the passion that surged within her.

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