"What a hopeless wh*re!"
Lucian’s smirk deepened as he watched the maid tremble in pleasure, her body betraying her as she lost control. With a swift, merciless motion, he seized her by the throat, squeezing hard.
"You filthy sl*t," he hissed, his voice dripping with authority. "Dare to defile me with your filth again, and I’ll make sure you never forget who owns you."
He spat on her face, his eyes burning with a mixture of disdain and twisted satisfaction.
The old maid, her mind clouded by the overwhelming ecstasy he had forced upon her, could barely grasp the reality of her situation.
Lucian pulled out his c*ck, his gaze never leaving hers, and with deliberate cruelty, he sprayed the last remnants of his c*m across her face. The contrast of her humiliation and the pleasure he’d inflicted upon her was intoxicating.
Lucian was satisfied with the look of pleasure and humiliation on her face, and left her there, lying on the floor, her clothes disheveled and her body soaked with his c*m and her piss.
When he noticed the head maid licking his c*m off her face, he smirked and grabbed her up before laying her on the bed.
...
It took nearly half an hour for the head maid to regain her senses, her body still aching from the brutal encounter. The memory of Lucian’s touch sent shivers through her, leaving her trembling with a twisted blend of pain and longing.
Despite the soreness, her mind swam with the intensity of what had transpired, her eyes betraying a hunger for more.
Suddenly, a voice, dark and seductive like a devil’s whisper, curled around her thoughts. "Come here."
She turned, her heart pounding, and there he was — Lucian, lounging in a chair like a dark king on his throne, a wicked, devilish grin curling his lips. His eyes blazed with malevolent delight, savoring her helplessness as he beckoned her closer, his presence as suffocating as the aura of dominance he exuded.
"You are such a dirty wh*re, always hungry for my c*ck."
"Please... Your Highness... I need your c*ck."
The head maid begged, her hands cupping her large breasts as she approached him.
Lucian was still naked, his hard c*ck standing straight up in front of her, glistening in the sunlight.
"Go on."
"I accidentally came across His Majesty in the Imperial Garden, sitting under the red roof of the pagoda. It was raining, but he didn’t seem to mind the cold. He was just looking down at his feet with a really satisfied expression on his face."
The head maid explained how he had not yet noticed her approach, and but then she noticed something strange.
"Someone was squatting in front of him, hidden under a cloak, their head moving frantically up and down. It was actually Princess Eloise!"
"Keep going." Lucian c*ck hardened further in her throat.
"She was on her knees, her clothes soaked and sticking to her curves, sucking His Majesty’s c*ck. I watched, paralyzed, as his Majesty took his hands and forced Eloise’s mouth down onto him roughly."
"I was stunned and shocked. I didn’t know what to do or where to look."
"Don’t stop, what happened next? What happened between the Emperor and his sister?"
The head maid began explaining how the Emperor had his sister to have an*l s*x with him in the open air.
"Eloise’s moans were soft but persistent as His Majesty grew more intense. I observed them moving together in a steady, rhythmic motion, his thrusts deliberate and precise. Her hands were gripping his shoulders tightly, her body arching and shivering with every movement. She seemed completely absorbed, her face showing a mix of pleasure and anticipation as he continued."
As the head maid recounted the scene, she spoke as though she had been the one experiencing it firsthand. Her description of Princess Eloise’s moans of pleasure and the Emperor’s rhythmic movements was vivid and intimate, as if she had been caught up in the midst of their encounter herself.
She detailed every sensation and emotion, describing Eloise’s body arching and her hands gripping tightly, as though she were reliving the scene from the perspective of the princess, fully immersed in the forbidden passion and the resulting unease.
"They looked deeply entwined and incredibly closed, their faces red and their expressions full of feeling, almost tender. But as their breathing got heavy and their movements more urgent, I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that what they were doing was wrong. The mix of their closeness and the fact that it was forbidden made me feel very uncomfortable."
The head maid paused and glanced up at him, as if waiting for him to object to their forbidden love. But Lucian was so turned on that his c*ck hardened further in her throat, much to his delight.
"Keep going," he ordered gruffly, his hips thrusting into her eager mouth.
"His Majesty pulled Princess Eloise back to her feet and then held her tightly against his chest, his c*ck buried deep inside her a*shole."
The old maid spoke and moved her mouth with passion and pleasure as she kept mentioning the inc*st taboo between the Emperor and Princess Eloise.
Finally, she let his c*ck slide out of her mouth and began to stroke it furiously, her hands wrapped tightly around the engorged shaft...