His hands moved, massaging her voluptuous breasts from over her clothes, kneading them in all desirable shapes. Reinhardt's mouth explored her lips, neck, collarbone and cleavage, leaving hickeys on her fair skin. All at the same time as he continuously pistoned her with his dick.
"Owah~… Yes… God♥… this feels so good... I can't" Holding his head into her breasts, Anastasia climaxed once again.
SPURT… white liquid dripped down from her vagina and into the sheets. Then with cum still in her womb, she took the rod into her hole once again.
"My lord♥… you are so mean. Always teasing my weak point~" Anastasia said with eyes rolled over, jumping up and down like a cowgirl. After yesterday's long session of love, he was already familiar with Anastasia's body, her pleasure spots and the areas where she was weak.
"It's because my maid is such a naught girl who doesn't even wear panties" Reinhardt slapped her full buttocks, matching her momentum.
"Ahh~… ♥♥♥… don't say that. I didn't wear it because I thought my lord would like it. I wore a maid dress with an extra long slit today so if I make a bold position, you can see it"…
"Ohh, that makes me curious. I now want to kind of see how you look when you make that bold position… Kuh" Reinhardt's hand slid across Anastasia's waist, pulling her closer as their breaths mingled. The morning light filtering through the curtains painted shifting patterns on her maid uniform, creasing slightly under his touch.
"My lord~ Ahhn… wahhhn~… give me your 'milk'".
With the woman begging for it on top of him, he released a massive load of semen into her. Every moment between them carried a dangerous rhythm, the kind that could melt sense into madness. Their lips met, again and again, until Anastasia broke away with a trembling sigh, resting her forehead against his chest.
"Milk huh?!"…
"Yes, this time the 'Milk' is not a lie… fufu♥…"
He'd never expected things with the head maid to escalate this far. The divine trait [Endless Ardor] curse or blessing, had definitely twisted what counted as "self-control."
"Are you sure about this?" he asked, trying his best to sound responsible even as she tilted her head playfully, her fingers dragging faint patterns along his collarbone.
She smiled—a sly, knowing smile. "You look troubled, my lord. Should you really say things like that after everything we've done?"
Before Reinhardt could reply, her whisper brushed his ear, light as silk.
"Besides... it's your fault. You stroll around radiating divinity all day, looking untouchable. Someone has to test if the Commander of Light is still human."
That tone—half challenge, half confession—was lethal. Reinhardt sighed, more in surrender than defeat.
While the two were lost in passion and were about to go for another round, a knock came from the door.
"Commander, all the knights and paladins have gathered in the training ground" It was Bob, he came to Reinhardt's room after not finding him anywhere else in the mansion.
Reinhardt and Anastasia looked at each other, immediately they separated and started dressing up.
The maid's expression never faltered. She straightened, adjusted her hair, and smoothed her clothes with professional precision that would've impressed the gods themselves.
"Wait a minute, I'm coming out" he hurriedly spoke, donning on his training gear. The two of them were so lost in passion that they completely forgot about the passing of time. It was already 8 O'clock and the knights of the order had already started training.
"What are you going to do?" Reinhardt looked at the headmaid who was straightening her dress and hair.
"What do you mean, my lord? I'm a maid here, serving the members of the duke family with their daily tasks is the duty of all maids" Anastasia looked at him confidently as if she didn't understand what he meant.
Reinhardt did not speak any further, after they were both decent, he opened the door. Outside, a brown haired man was waiting for them decked out in the training outfit of the Arcknight family.
"Commander, it is unusual for you to sleep that long. Is it because you have yet to completely cure from the curse?" Bob questioned.
"Yes, something like that," Reinhardt managed, scratching his cheek awkwardly. "My body's adjusting after all those years of sleep. I hardly noticed the time."
"I see" His lie seemed to have worked as the former nodded.
"Oh? Anastasia you are here too?" from the corner of his eyes, Bob noticed his wife who was standing a few steps behind Commander.
"Did you also come to wake him up?"…
"That's right"…
He didn't find it strange that his wife was inside the commander's room. After all, she was a maid here.
"I brought him some milk," Anastasia spoke.
Bob smiled lovingly, utterly clueless. "You're too thoughtful as always. The commander's lucky to have someone so dedicated watching over him."
The headmaid bowed gracefully. "It's my duty, after all. I take very good care of him... attend to every detail, big or small."
She then bowed and excused herself. As she passed by her husband, she subtly turned, quick enough that only Reinhardt could see, shooting him a deliberately mischievous smile that said- We'll finish this conversation later.
"Commander?" Bob called out.
"...Right. Training ground. Let's go," Reinhardt said briskly, pretending not to notice how his heartbeat burned louder than holy bells.
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On the field, Reinhardt was surrounded by hundreds of knights who stood in an orderly fashion. All their attention was focused on their commander who was currently giving them a demonstration of his skill.
"There are two techniques you need to acquire before you can do what I did yesterday. In essence, you must have noticed that my skill is similar to the skill [Holy Smite]. However, instead of releasing the holy energy from my immediate surroundings, I cast it from the sky. Like this" Reinhardt snapped his fingers and a holy circle appeared in the sky a few meters above him.
"Now try releasing the spell. The holy energy drops down like a beam carrying momentum and coverage that is impossible when otherwise cast from the ground. How far can you put the holy circle depends on your talent and practice. The two techniques you need to learn to do this are Remote Casting and Spell Channel. The Holy Knights are already capable of doing Spell Channel so they only need to focus on remote casting"...
"As for the paladins, knights and squires, you all need to learn it from scratch. Practice is key, so get started".
Everyone started diligently practicing the skill. Time passed by, Reinhardt observed his order, giving pointers whenever it was needed. The Temple of Light order might have lost its previous status and fame, but it still had many talented people.
The holy knight for example, being the highest level warriors and the main force of the order who have fought numerous battles, were quickly able to grasp the foundation of [Radiant Ascension]. Age wasn't the only factor, many young recruits were also starting to get the hang of it.
Around the afternoon, the servants from the family brought food and refreshments for the knights.
"Woah, I was waiting for it"…
"The food of the duke is always so tasty. I envy Commander who can eat food like this every day"…
"Don't speak and eat or else I'll eat your portion too"…
"You dare"…
A fierce fight for the food broke out as all the knights started voraciously devouring food.