Chapter 94.5 – The Head Maid’s Anxious Worries (R-18)

Chapter 94.5 – The Head Maid’s Anxious Worries (R-18)

“We’ll see you in the morning, okay?”

“Okay, Mila. Goodnight. We love you.”

“We love you too. Sweet dreams.” I saw Niva and Primrose off with a smile, then shut the door. We’d just finished eating, and it was time to clean up, hop into bed, and drift off to a wondrous land of sleep.

But...

I doubt I’d be getting much rest.

“Hehehehehe...” The giggles were adorable, but I knew what that meant. I turned around and saw Tilde—naked—using her hands as a bra while leaving her crotch uncovered.

“Should I be concerned about something?”

“Only if you’re afraid of checking off my giant list. Remember? The 100,000 step plan for the Century of Tilde.”

“Afraid? I don’t recall saying that.”

“Good! Anyway, remember what we talked about on the boat ride here? About fetishes and stuff? I...think it’s time to discuss that. You know, the core of a healthy relationship is conversation. And...” Tilde lowered her hands, exposing her bountiful chest. She looked so serious and determined. “Come on. Little Miss AI is readying the bath for us. Master?” Tilde approached and grabbed my hands.

“Lead the way,” I replied with a smile. She escorted me to the bathroom. It was just as gorgeous as I recalled. The decaying village should’ve blemished the sight, but it was...just so beautiful in all the right ways. Like a sad happiness, I suppose.

“It’s prepared, my lord,” said Tris, standing by the bath. She only wore a towel, and it was loose, exposing much of her cleavage like her breasts were calling my name.

“You can’t bathe like that. We gotta get you ready.” Tilde began undressing me, and Tris assisted. Tilde cupped my crotch and rubbed my bulge, then exposed my erect penis as Tris revealed my breasts.

“It’s always so awesome...” whispered my maid. “Hey, are you ready?”

“I am,” replied Tris. She tossed her towel to the nearby bench. I expected them to grab my hands, but...

They went for my penis, leading me into the bath. It was different but enjoyable. Yet they never let go even after we sat down.

“This...is one of them,” said Tilde as she slowly jerked me off. It felt like she chose her words very carefully. “I just like touching it. And looking at it. And seeing and smelling and tasting it. Like... I think it’s so hot to do something like this. It’s foreplay. But a super casual foreplay. I think that casualness is what really turns me on.”

“That seems tame,” I replied, growing harder. Tris kissed my cheeks and focused on the tip with her fingers. Jittery electric shocks surged through my body...

It felt so good...

“Remember the boat ride? The Tris Clone Army with penises? They covered you in semen.”

“Well, it’s more than that. It’s...”

“Come on, Tilde,” I rubbed her head and softly spoke. “You can tell me. I’m almost positive your fetishes are going to turn me on. I’m doing all I can to...not climax too soon...”

“Can...you cover my hand? In semen? Just...cum all over my fingers? And...sit back, relax, and spray it all out?” I didn’t know why Tilde had to force that request out. I mean, hadn’t we already done so much more? Heck, she had already fallen asleep sucking my penis, but this was too much? It seemed simple and tame.

Maybe it was my inexperience, but I didn’t understand her reluctant hesitation since...wasn’t this the same? With just me?

I think I get it, my lord. The atmosphere is different, I believe. What we shared on the boat was sexually charged, whereas this is, like she said, more casual. I don’t understand the difference, but there’s one here.

Ah, so that’s what it is? Lewd stuff when the atmosphere isn’t so lewd? That makes sense, but wouldn’t that turn the non-lewd atmosphere lewd?

Tilde lightly bit her lips. She let go of my dick, but I gently grabbed her hand and kissed her. “I’ll fulfill your wishes,” I whispered. I still caressed her fingers while kneeling in front of her, her hand half an inch from my throbbing cock. Tris joined me. She rested her bountiful chest against my back while jerking me off with both hands.

I locked eyes with Tilde and felt warmth blanket my cheeks. “Master? You look...so sexy... That look... Those eyes... And your panting... You’re getting close, aren’t you? I’m pussy’s tingling. But come on... Do it... Shoot your hot spunk all over me...”

“Ahhh... Ahhh...” I grabbed her hand and softly rubbed her palms as I brought them close to my penis.

My semen... My entire load...

“Ahhhh~~” The pressure was too much to be contained as I released a thick, sticky blast of sperm across Tilde’s hands. But it didn’t stop with shooting one rope. Tris aimed my ejaculations and painted the target white, milking me to the very last drop.

Slowly, I let go, and Tilde observed her glazed fingers. She licked them, lewdly sucking on them like they were a popsicle. She flapped her wings and sat on the bath’s edge, spread her legs, and touched herself.

The lewd fairy spread my semen around her pussy, then masturbated while never breaking eye contact.

“My—My legs... Please...” Her eyes were glazed with lust. “Hump my legs, Master... Cum on them, too... They’re soft and silky smooth... It’ll feel—Ahhh!”

Tilde didn’t have to finish. I was...all in. Something had awoken inside me, and...

I wanted to spray her from head to toe in semen...

“That’s it, my lord,” said Tris, who helped me inch closer to Tilde. She rubbed my penis against Tilde’s knees, then assisted me in rocking my hips back and forth. “Keep the rhythm...and let it out once you’re ready.” Tris slipped in front of me and licked my nipples, staring up at me with the most passionate gaze only rivaled by this masturbating fairy.

Her grip on my balls was gentle as morning dew. She lightly massaged them as I sputtered semen across Tilde’s legs. She shivered and climaxed, squirting over me, but I didn’t stop.

How could I when I was this turned on? I moved to her other leg, repeating the same as we locked eyes like star-crossed lovers. Eventually, she laid back, and I kneeled beside her. Tris rubbed the tip against Tilde’s breasts while groping her, continuing until she had made a semen river between her tits. And then she jerked me off on her face. Tilde’s eyes were glazed. Her expression was gorgeous, and seeing how sticky, wet she was...

She lightly parted her lips and kissed the tip, attacking it softly with her wet tongue. Tris continued to milk me until the semen erupted like a soft roar, pouring ever-so-gently into Tilde’s mouth. She swallowed it all, refusing to drop even a single bit.

“Ahhh... Ahhh...” Tilde was satisfied.

She climaxed six times, my lord. She’s experiencing euphoria.

“But... I...can...more... Master... Please, more...” Tilde whispered. “Sit on the edge... And Tris, help me, please?”

I did as she asked and spread my legs—my erection was not going away. Tilde was unsteady when she stood. She almost tripped, but Tris caught her before she crashed hard. They walked in front of me.

“You...have to rub it on my skin. Just...take these hands...” Tilde gently grasped Tris’s fingers and placed them on her leg—right where I’d shot my load. It was seductive—I couldn’t turn my eyes away from two of the loveliest beauties in the whole world.

In Plymoise, we talked about dating and loving each other instead of focusing solely on me as the common denominator.

It was more than just sexy. It was... exhilaratingly passionate. Tilde’s sweet moans melded with Tris’s lovely whispers as they kissed, rubbed, and affectionately groped each other. Tris licked every inch, and Tilde did the same—ending with lewdly licking Tris’s semen-soaked fingers.

Tilde’s adorable meekness was enduring. I still didn't make much sense of it, but I was trying to understand the intricacies of her lewd heart—as in, what made it tick, tick, tick.

“Anything else? I’m seriously all ears,” I asked.

“Well... There is one thing. Maybe more. Or a lot. But some involve you, Tris... Master? This’ll be the last thing I'll ask tonight. And it’s something—”

“It’s something you really want to do?” I gave her a smile. “Anything for my hardworking maid. Do we need the bed for this?” She nodded, and I created slime to dry us off as we left the bath.

But Tilde was still soaking wet...

“We are. But... That’s another thing. Maybe I should’ve mentioned this, but you can feel all sorts of stuff from imagination alone. So... Maybe next time... I can lay on my back and spread my legs, but Master’s focused on you. So, I’m just waiting until my turn. And my mind goes into hyperdrive. And when she finally sticks in it? Euphoria... Nothing but sweet ambrosia warming my whole body... Or if we’re hugging each other. You could support me while Master’s doing me. And I’d support you. And we’d kiss...” Tilde stopped herself unceremoniously and quietly sighed as they left the bath.

Tilde motioned to the bed as they approached, but something was off.

“Haa... Haa...”

“Master? Are you awake?” Tilde flew to the bed’s other side and saw something she didn’t expect.

“I couldn’t hold it back... It felt too good,” replied her Master. Her eyes were glazed with euphoric pleasure as she lifted the covers, revealing the heavy loads she had ejaculated against the soft fabric. Even now, her throbbing cock was more excited. It was like a tower cladded in a white curtain amid the sticky, hot, steamy, moist surroundings. And... Even though it was so filthy...

Tilde slipped right in. She relished in the feeling and nearly went wild by the smell.

Who cares if it’s messy? It’s not like it’ll take a week to clean it. Master could have this room spotless and smelling like fruit in fifteen seconds if she uses her slimes. Ehh—

“Let me be selfish, Tilde.” Her Master tightly hugged her, and something hard poked her stomach, leaving a trail of white as she pumped her hips. Tilde was shocked, but...

Wasn’t this what she wanted?

It was, so it took a moment to accept it. And after Tilde did?

She smiled. Her heart felt at ease even though it should’ve already been that way.

But the heart wasn’t easy to understand. It was dichotomous and didn’t follow common sense. It was entirely possible to wake up one day feeling like the scum of the world even if you hadn’t done anything wrong. Or the opposite could be true. A stray thought could cause a criminal to feel like a dragon’s horde of gold.

And tonight?

Those stray thoughts and phenomena spread a dark, transparent curtain over Tilde’s desires. It made her second guess a thousand things that should’ve been etched in unbreakable iron.

And just as fast as those uncertainties came...they were gone—eliminated by the mere act of her beloved Master unleashing her final load of the night across her stomach. But she didn’t let go—no. Lyudmila Vredi Springfield tightly hugged her fairy and maintained an erection as slumber wrangled her consciousness. And Tilde soon followed after wrapping her hands around her Master.

Tris refrained from sleeping. She sat on her knees and watched over the two she cared about while thinking long and hard about the complex intricacies of the heart and soul.

She had much to learn-- tonight was proof of it.

It was still before dawn when Tilde opened her eyes. She blinked twice and stretched her wings before remembering what had occurred the night before.

Ah... Yep. Master’s still hard. I’m sticky, so I’ll need a bath. But... I have to clean her. That’s my duty as her head maid, right?

“It’s fine,” whispered Tris. “I know what you want. Lady Sekh often did it, didn’t she? I’m certain she got the idea from you—how the most pleasurable way to wake up is in the mouth of your lover?” Our lord hasn’t been woken up that way since the incident in Ria. And... I...wish to see a master of their craft in action.”

“Because you wanna do it too?” Tris nodded. “I suppose I can show you a thing or two. As thanks for last night.” Tilde winked and slowly rolled out of bed. She carefully helped her Master to her back, then pulled off the color to reveal something her five senses couldn’t get enough of.

Tris leaned close as Tilde lowered her head. She pursed her lips and tended to her Master’s shaft, pelting it with affectionate kisses. Her tongue was next. She left saliva trails up and down before finally entrapping it in her mouth.

Tilde rubbed those thick testicles that gave her the semen she loved so much. Tris's scholarly gaze was inches away. She observed Tilde’s technique in close detail and compared it to what she knew from her beloved Lady Sekh.

But the instruction ended moments later when the pleasure became too much. Her Master’s climax was soft and gentle—her savory seed flowing like a lazy river as Tilde swallowed every last drop.

“You know, it’s been months since I’ve woken up like this,” whispered her Master.

“A head maid must tend to her Master’s every need. And should she require her favorite fairy’s wake-up call? That’s what she shall get.”

“Tilde?”

“Yeah? What—Eh? Vines? Here? Now?” Four vines entangled the maid’s arms and legs. She thought her Master’s morning libido was responsible—she felt anticipation between her knees and waited for it...but that didn’t happen.

The vines merely brought her to her chest, where she hugged Tilde softly and spoke directly. “Nothing is off-limit between us. Nothing, okay? I’ll wait until you’re ready, but last night concerned me.”

“I guess...I was overthinking things. Maybe I was concerned with nothing. Guess even someone like me can have an off day or two. But I’ll tell you, Master. Everything,” said Tilde, repeating what she told Tris a few short hours ago.

“I mean, as far as fetishes goes... It’s tame,” Tilde admitted.

Seriously, why did I make a mountain out of a molehill?

“Tilde?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you hungry? Something tells me breakfast is going to be fairly casual...”

“Ah—” Tilde looked at her Master’s smile as she felt that warm, soft hand cup her cheeks.

“Tris, do you have a menu for this morning?”

“Pancakes and eggs, my lord. With leftover jelly fruit and homemade peanut butter on toast with bananas.”

“Sounds delicious.” Ten slime clones manifested and cleansed last night’s debauchery in ten seconds. Everyone was clean, the furniture and coverings were spotless, and Tilde...had the biggest smile.

Because what did she have to be afraid of?

Even someone like her needed a little reassurance. And there wasn’t anything wrong with that.

Tilde and her Master got out of bed, but she didn’t let her go. "Do you have any more fetishes you haven’t told me about?”

“I do. But I’m not afraid. I mean, I have...hmm...about...” Tilde smirked and winked at her Master. “Let’s say I have about 99,628 left for us to explore! And... We’ll experience them together, Master. I promise it. I swear it.”

“That’s a good answer,” replied her Master. She rubbed her maid’s head and kissed her forehead. Tilde’s wings reflected a dog’s tail and happily flapped. “Come on. Best get to cooking while Prim and Niva are asleep. Breakfast doesn’t last all day.”

“Right! Lead the way, Master! Oh, and if you happen to feel anything...” Tilde flashed that haughty smile and felt a warmth radiate from her chest. “Hey, I’ll beat you downstairs!”

Tilde skipped away. She had to reach the dining room and get ready for her role!

Yeah... I never had anything to be afraid of. I mean, my Master’s my Master! She can tell me anything, so I can obviously do the same! There ain’t no judging here! Nope. None at all!

To call it a new beginning would’ve been an overstatement, but it was the start of a new dawn melting the last little bit of stoneheartedness that was probably a leftover remnant from one of Tilde’s prior incarnations.

But she didn’t think that mattered much. Yes, this night could be considered a little dip—even if it was one in the faintest, most generic sense— in their relationship, but all relationships had their dips. And Tilde knew they would recover and be more resilient than ever before.

Oh, and the future was bright. Almost blindingly so. And... Tilde had so much to do and much to explore. The ideas, positions, and roleplays involving herself, her Master, Tris, and Sekh numbered in the tens of thousands.

The fairy maid couldn’t wait to get messy with her lovers!

Ahh... I should ask Tris to help with the costumes and clothes... Fairy Maid Tilde is cute and cool, but Nurse Tilde? Drill Sergeant Tilde? Lifeguard Tilde? Lemon Farmer Tilde? I am a woman with many hats, haha!!! Oh...what about a bodysuit? Maybe...it can be made of tongues? I can have Master lick me all over...