Chapter 10: Backstabbing on a grand scale (Arriving) (R-18 in the first part)

Chapter 10: Backstabbing on a grand scale (Arriving) (R-18 in the first part)

" Ah... Don't stop!" A soft moan escaped the lips of a busty maid as waves of pleasure assaulted her body.

She pulls her liege deeper into her embrace while her arms snake through her master's clothes, stripping her master of her skirt to gain access to her womanhood. Her master responds in kind, she positions her vagina on top of the maid's palm while still suckling on the maid's nipple to drink her breast milk.

The maid having received such an invite, plunges a finger into her master's slit. She moves her finger in and out of the throbbing wet pussy, slowly but surely pushing her master to the climax. Her master fails to contain her moans so she reciprocates by biting the maid's nipple and fondling her breasts.

They're both lost in their mile-high world, uncaring that their flight is almost at the end of their destination. Suddenly, the door to the cockpit swings open, revealing a female pilot. The pilot appears just in time to witness the two ladies cum together.

Shaking her head exasperatedly at the sight, the pilot goes nearer to knock some senses of propriety into them. " Oi! Stop it with your lustful acts! We're almost there to Arash, clean up and make yourself presentable, damn it!" Bonking them till they are woken up from their stupor, the pilot says. " I swear, letting you guys on my Potez was the worst choice of my life."

Blushing deeply, the girl and the maid run for the changing room. The pilot scrunches up her nose and goes to grab some cleaning tools. She is intercepted by another maid who laughs at her misery. " My, oh my. It seems they made quite a mess again. It's a shame that you are on cleaning duty today."

Facepalming to herself, the pilot squeezes out three words. " Not another word."

Worst choice of her life, ever!

----------------------------------------------------------------------------Back at Colonel Francis's home, he is busy enjoying a warm meal with his wife Alia. Suddenly, a servant approaches him and whispers into his ears. At first, he is confused, then surprised, then goes back to being confused again, finally, he sighed heavily. Alia, seeing her husband being stumped after he waves the servant away, inquires.

" Is everything alright, dear?"

Francis nods, he hides his inner struggle away in the deepest part of his soul. " Everything is alright, honey. It's just that Princess Bonaparte is here, she and her retinue will be landing soon. I must make myself more presentable and cut the meal short, I'm sorry for this."

" Oh, so dear Rosa is here! It's strange that she arrives this late, no wonder you are confused. Will she be coming over?" Since Rosa treated Colonel Francis as her uncle dearest, Alia has a close tie with the mischievous Ustio Princess. " And don't worry about the food, it's not every day you can greet your niece."

" It's highly probable she will be staying over." Francis stands up and orders the servants to handle the dishes on the table, he then turns to Alia. " Can you help me organize the house to welcome Rosa? I need to go change my clothes and head to the airport."

Alia nods. " You go then, the house will be well-lit and comfy when Rosa arrives."

Francis gives his wife a kiss as thank you before heading to the changing room. He puts on his ceremonial attire with the help of his aide, who he called over to relay a few words.

" You better be, or I promise you will receive an earful from Alia."

Cold sweats form on the back of Rosa. " No, please, anything but that." The mature maid behind her failed to stifle her snicker, much to Rosa's chagrin. " I swear, only you guys have such gall to treat me like this and get away with it."

" You said it yourself, no need for formality between family." Francis shrugs, he then points at the VIP car he prepared. " Come, Alia is anxiously waiting for your arrival. Sadly, we're in the middle of our dinner when your sudden arrival ruined the moment, so don't expect much of a meal prepared in haste for you."

" It's fine, uncle. We had our fills on the plane. Can you prepare housing for my escorts?"

" Sure, I will have one of my men leads them to a proper hotel." Opening the door of the VIP car, he motions Rosa to get in. " And now, we must alight. It's a bit late already."

After seeing Rosa is comfortable with the ride, Francis gets on another vehicle, leading the convoy back to his hillside villa. If you discount the curious onlookers, the journey is uneventful and they safely return to Francis' home. Stopping at the steps before the main door, Rosa steps down only to be bear-hugged by Alia.

" Kehum! Aunty... I can't breathe!" Rosa struggles in vain, trying to escape Alia's grip.

Alia and Francis smirk at that. " Now you know my pain" Francis added.

Only after a few seconds does Alia releases the hug, leaving Rosa struggling for air, her maid patting her on the back." Evil, all of you!" She cries injustice, earning the laugh of her closest friends and family. Though, it's moments like this that Rosa treasures the most.

" Anyway, bullying a Princess aside, let's head inside lest we catch a cold.: Alia gestures for them to come in. " We clean your quarter regularly, Rosa. You should have no trouble crashing there for a few days. Speaking of, why are you here? Arash is now a frontline city, it's dangerous for you to be here."

" Ah, right! About that, I'm here to supervise the transfer of money and valuables. Due to a number of reasons, mainly bureaucracy, the Bank of Denver still hasn't sent the gold in its vault away yet. Apparently, they are confident that our military can save the day and think that keeping them locked beneath the city is a much safer option."

Alia nods before speaking with a tone that leaves no option of refusal. " I see, well, whatever you have to do, it needs to wait. I've prepared a light meal for you all to eat, after that we will rest up for the night. Work can continue tomorrow as I can see you're all tired."

Francis and Rosa look at each other and then nod. " Sure, we can do that. And by the way Rosa, I will host a party with the brasses tomorrow morning. You can discuss the matter there with me. The city will also be in a more festive mood tomorrow as the Princess just arrived so be prepared for a host of gifts and the like."

Rosa flinches, she dislikes such superficial things. " Ugh... I guess there's no escaping it. Never mind then, let's deal with it when the morrow hit."

" A sound plan."