"Fufu, does my lord remember that I have cleaned your body for the past three years when you were in bed?" Anastasia smiled. She applied soap onto her hand and started rubbing Reinhardt's wide back.
Memories from the last three years it was all blurry and limited. Of course, since the body was in a comatose state, there was no way he would remember anything.
Anastasia's hands, after rubbing all over his back, approached his chest. At the same time, her voluptuous breasts pressed against his back, allowing him to get a good feel of them. It's mass, volume, texture... everything.
"When my lord got afflicted with that curse, I was very worried. Fortunately, thanks to the gods' grace, you were able to beat the curse… Ahn~"
Her hands started moving frantically and finally reached the thing below his abdomen. Using the soap as the lubricant, she started jerking it with deliberate movements as if taking care of the most precious thing in the world.
The touch was firm and ecstatic. Her thumb swept over the slick head, smearing a bead of precum with the soap. At the same time, she used her boobs to rub his back. The pleasure was so good that Reinhardt released an involuntary groan.
"I have imagined this… the feel of you… a thousand times while I tended to you," she confessed, her voice ragged.
"Let me," her dark eyes locking with his, "Let me take care of you, my lord. Properly."
Saying that, Anastasia moved in front of him. Giving him a full view of her slick, hot, junction between her thighs. Even with the droplets of water on her body, he could tell that she was already dripping wet down there.
Anastasia rubbed his hands and legs, her boobs touching his chest and even his face. Those two voluptuous breasts with pink, erect nipples on top, they teased him endlessly. Sometimes, letting him smell their enticing fragrance, other times, almost coming in contact with his lips, giving him an aftertaste.
This time, Reinhardt did not let slip and firmly caught one of the tips between his lips.
"Fufu," Anastasia laughed, delighted by his antics. She did not pull back; instead, she gave him a good taste of her nipples.
"Now it's time to take care of the Jewel of Arcknight. My lord, can you close your eyes? I have prepared a surprise for you".
Reinhardt looked at her flushed face and nodded his head. Just before he closed his eyes, he could see her sink to her knees before him on the wet marble. The steam curled around her lovingly, and the roar of the waterfall seemed to grow louder, drowning out everything but the frantic beating of his heart.
She looked up at him, as if saying that he cannot cheat, and then like a goddess of pleasure, she without breaking eye contact, dipped her head down.
He closed his eyes and the world around him turned dark. However, that did not stop him from feeling the pleasure. Just from the soft touch pressing on his nexus, he could infer what surprise Anastasia had prepared for him.
Her tongue, hot and wicked, darted out to lick a long, slow stripe from the base of his shaft to the very tip. It was...
A blowjob!!
GLOP♥… GLOP♥… GLOP♥...
The sound of meat rubbing was loud and clear, in the backdrop of the empty bathhouse, it was simply a music for the two of them engaging in intimate acts.
Reinhardt's head fell back, a string of ragged groans escaped his lips.
"How is it, my lord? Did you like my surprise? This is my present for recovering from the curse." Anastasia's voice reached his ears.
She took him into her mouth.
"Yeah, it's simply the best"…
Reinhardt felt electricity shooting through his body. Every nerve on his body was on fire, every thought disassociated from his mind except for one... her.
Unfortunately, he had to close his eyes; if not, he would have been able to see the erotic look on this goddess who always played the serious maid in front of him.
In her eyes, there was only his erection reflected at this moment. The maid sniffed and played with it with her tongue. Her aroused expression, coupled with her voluptuous body, was a sight to see.
'So big~' She took him deep, her head bobbing slowly, one hand stroking the base of his shaft in tandem with the rhythm of her mouth.
Grug♥… Grug♥… Grug♥… erotic noises came from her throat, continuously filling the bathhouse with new music.
Finally, after a while, unable to hold in any longer, Reinhardt proceeded to pull out of her mouth. But the maid was just too aroused that she refused to let it out.
"Kuh, your mouth feels so good." The heat was overwhelming, a slimy wet inferno that enveloped him completely.
Anastasia looked at him, her other hand cradling his sac, rolling and massaging his balls with a gentle, knowing pressure. Her eyes fluttered closed, a soft, contented hum released out of her mouth continuously, the sensation was so exquisite it was almost liberating.
With no sight, the sensation became stronger. The sheer decadent wrongness of the act, pristine, modest head maid servicing him so immorally, it was like a potent, intoxicating drug that took him by storm, building the tension in his gut.
Before he knew it, his hips began to move of their own accord, meeting her thrust for thrust, a low, animalistic growl escaped from his lips. He was close, so close to the edge, the pressure of his release building like a storm.
Soon, he reached his peak and came. Sprrrtttt...
Anastasia chugged down every drop. There was so much that some even spilled from her mouth.
"Huff… huff… Slurp~ my lord thing has a very thick taste," she said while licking her mouth.
Reinhardt finally opened his eyes and looked at the maid, burning her indecent face into his memory.
"Is there anything else you require, my Lord?" She murmured into his ear, the feeling of her wet skin, the droplets of water and foam sticking to her sinfully curvaceous body was an irresistible sight. Especially after the service she provided, her beauty seemed to have just magnified.
"No, Anastasia. That was… more than enough."
That said, no matter how much his heart wanted it, they cannot proceed any further after all... The ring. A single detail cut through the haze of his consciousness.
A simple, gold band encircling the fourth finger of her left hand, which now rested on his thigh. It was what stopped him from going any further. The ring was a claim, a promise she made to another man.
A pang of guilt assaulted him. He had just let a married woman service him in the most intimate way possible. He, knight Reinhardt, who prided himself on his honor.
As if sensing his complex emotions, Anastasia looked up. Her beautiful eyes held his. She didn't shy away from his gaze, nor did she try to hide the hand with the ring. Instead, she gently tugged him and led him towards the bath
SPLASH… The two of them immersed themselves in the bath.
"You are tense again, my Lord," she coyly made circles on his chest. Her tone was lewd enough to melt one's bones. "The entire point of the exercise was to release your tension. You have only just woken up, leave the heavy thoughts aside for now."
Water sloshed, and Anastasia leaned against him, her softness rubbing against his toned body, making him feel the bliss of the moment. Then, before he could say anything, she leaned closer. Her eyes moist, and her lips slightly parted.
The next second, the distant between them was closed. The two conjoined in a passionate kiss.
Reinahrdt could feel the maid; her kiss was deep, hungry, and tasted benevolent. It was a kiss that held nothing back, a kiss that spoke of a longing that went far beyond duty.
One of her hands caressed his long golden hair, while the other… the hand bearing the weight of her marriage vow, slid down his chest and below his toned abdominal muscles. It moved with a purpose, carrying both seduction and desire, until finally her fingers brushed against the one part of him that was proudly, urgently awake.
SPLASH... The water in the tub moved. Anastasia rose up on her knees, the droplets of water clinging to every exquisite curve. The dark peaks of her nipples were right in front of his face, their smell a tantalizing milky.
Then, with a subtle grace, she straddled him. Her hands wrapped around his neck, and her legs spread wide around his, supporting her weight.
"Aaangh ♥" A moan leaked out of her mouth, as her hips slightly lowered.
The first touch was electric, the broad tip of his erection pressed against her hot, damp junction of her thighs. His thing was less than an inch away from penetrating her.
And then, with the sloshing of water, it slid down, burying inside her fully. Anastasia was now completely sitting on his lap.
The world dissolved.
"My lord ♥…" Anastasia rested her head on his shoulder, crying out beautifully.
The sensation was so intense that one could just get lost in it. He could feel every pulse of her around him, every tiny, rippling contraction of her inner walls as her body adjusted to his size.
"AH~" Anastasia moaned loudly, unable to hold her voice down any longer. Her mouth opened wide, and heart shapes formed in her eyes. Then, without a pause, she started shaking her butt up and down.
Reinhardt's dick repeatedly slammed her, completely filling her up. His thing was so big that one could even see its outline when it entered the maid.
She began to move, a slow, undulating roll of her hips, a rhythm that sparked the first life in this world, a primal dance of love.
"Kuh!!" Rienahrdt groaned. Before he completely lost his reason, he asked.
"Is this… Is this still your duty?" he questioned with the last vestiges of his knightly honor.
Anastasia placed the ringed finger gently against his lips to still his words. The metal was cool, a stark contrast to the heat of her skin.
"Shhh," she soothed. "What I do here is my duty. To care for this house, and for its future Lord. To see to his every need and ensure his well-being. My… personal life… remains at the gatehouse. It does not enter these walls."
Underneath the water, her movement increased. The friction between their hot nether region, every slide and glide, and the sensation of the water, it was unbelievably erotic.
Anastasia leaned forward, her scent and softness enveloping him, and her whispering chasing away his reason for that moment, for that act.
"Do you think you are the first nobleman to require such… thorough… care from his maids? This is the way things have always been. It is a service. An act of devotion for one's master".
Her logic was like pieces of a puzzle, expertly placed together. It wasn't an affair. It was tradition. It was her job. The knot of guilt began to unravel, replaced by a fresh, warmer heat that surged from the nexus of their hips. The way Anastaisa said 'devotion' sounded like a vow far more sacred than any wedding oath.
"You are overworked, my lord," she whispered gently in his ears. Her hotness clamping down on him, moving with a torturous rhythm. "You carry the weight of this estate; no, this world on your shoulders. It is my privilege to lighten that load on you in every way I am able."
He watched her body move above his, watched the way her breasts swayed with their rhythm, watched the concentration and pure ecstasy on her beautiful face.
That was the last straw.