"It looks painful being so stiff," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "Let this maid take care of it."
She began to stroke him. Up and down. Slow, rhythmic, practiced.
Alex's head fell back against the headboard. Right. The game logic. I forgot.
In Erosbound, common sense didn't exist. The world ran on libido. Maids weren't just for cleaning; they were programmed to be hyper-attentive to all of their master's needs.
And you know what? Alex thought, his breathing getting ragged. I am not complaining.
He wasn't a monk. He was a healthy guy in a fantasy world with a busty maid who wanted to service him. Who was he to say no?
Giving in to the moment, Alex lifted his hand. He reached out and grabbed the object of his fascination—her breast.
His fingers sank into the softness like it was fresh, warm dough. It was heavy, substantial, and incredibly real.
Lily gasped, her stroking motion faltering for a second. She looked at him, eyes wide with surprise. But the surprise quickly melted into pure, unadulterated relief.
"Finally..." she breathed out, her cheeks flushing pink. "Finally, you're acting like a man, Master."
She resumed her stroking, faster this time, matching the rhythm of his kneading hand.
"Do you know how worried I was?" she confessed, her voice trembling slightly. "You never showed any reaction to women. Even in the bath, when I scrubbed your back... nothing. I thought... I thought maybe you didn't like girls. It was such a waste of a gifted member."
She looked down at his crotch with a look of reverence. "Seeing you this hard... it fills me with ecstasy."
With her free hand, she tugged at her bodice. The fabric gave way, and her chest spilled out completely—bouncing free, pale and perfect in the morning light.
Alex's eyes nearly popped out of his skull.
"Ha-ha~ I like that reaction," Lily giggled. She shifted her position, moving between his legs. "Finally, I can fulfill my true duty as your maid."
With that, she slithered down the bed, tits dragging a trail of fire across his thigh. Alex's hand flopped empty—damn, missed the squish—and he propped up on his elbows, confused. What next? More hands? Titty trap?
Then he felt it.
Warm. Wet. Sloshy heaven engulfing his cockhead.
Oh. Right. That.
Lily's lips sealed around him, tongue swirling like she was tasting the world's finest candy. She bobbed slow at first—testing, teasing—then deeper, cheeks hollowing with suction that made his toes curl. Slurps echoed in the fancy room, louder than the birds outside. Her auburn curls bounced with the rhythm, one hand pumping the base while the other fondled his balls like fragile eggs.
"Fuuuck..."
The groan ripped out of him, half-prayer, half-laugh.
Game world perks? Alex thought, his vision blurring. Understatement of the century. I wake up, I get a customized lavish room, and ten minutes later I'm getting the soul sucked out of me by a maid who looks like a supermodel. Sign me up. I am never logging out.
She popped off for a breath, grinning up at him—lips glossy, eyes wicked. "See? Told you. Maid's honor: I take good care of my master." Then back down, humming around him. Vibrations? Game-changer.
Alex flopped back onto the pillows, eyes squeezing shut as Lily went down. Holy shit, this is real. No pixels, no lag—just wet, warm suction pulling him under like a riptide. Her tongue danced along the underside, flicking that sensitive spot under the head, while her lips stretched wide around his girth.
"Mmm... fuck," he moaned, low and ragged, fingers twisting the sheets. The room filled with sloppy sounds: slurp... gluck... schlorp. Like she was slurping the world's thickest milkshake, humming tunes that vibrated straight to his balls.
She bobbed faster now, head twisting side to side, curls bouncing against his thighs. One hand cupped his sack, rolling gently, while the other pumped the base in sync. Gluck-gluck-gluck. Deeper each time, her throat relaxing like a pro. Alex's hips twitched up on their own, chasing the heat.
"Ahh... yeah, like that," he groaned, voice cracking into a whine. Sweat beaded on his forehead, pretty-boy brows furrowed in bliss.
The pressure built—coiling tight in his gut, balls drawing up like they were prepping for launch. Lily sensed it, moaning around him—mmph—and doubled down, nose brushing his pubes on a particularly greedy plunge.
That snapped something primal. Instinct kicked in. Alex's hand shot to her head, fingers tangling in those auburn locks. Not gentle. He gripped and pushed—hard—forcing her down. All the way. Eight inches vanishing into her mouth, bulging her throat like a snake swallowing a rat.
Glurk!
He forced himself past her gag reflex, hitting the back of her throat right as he exploded.
He unloaded. It wasn't just a release; it was a flood. Rope after rope of hot cum shot down her throat, filling her up completely.
Lily's face turned beat-red. Her eyes watered, tears leaking out as she struggled for oxygen, her nose buried in his pubic hair. She gagged, her throat spasming around him, but he held her there for a few more seconds, draining every last drop.
Finally, Alex let go, his body going limp.
Lily pulled back instantly, gasping for air.
Cough! Cough! Hack!
She covered her mouth, her chest heaving violently as she gasped for oxygen. Her face was a mess—beet-red, eyes watering, mascara running down her cheeks like war paint.
Silence stretched in the room, broken only by her ragged breathing and the distant chirping of birds who had no idea what just happened.
Then, it hit him. The Great Equalizer.
Post-Nut Clarity.
The fog of lust vanished, replaced by the cold, hard light of realization. Alex looked at Lily, who was currently wiping tears from her eyes and looking like she'd just survived a drowning attempt.
"Oh shit," Alex whispered, panic flooding his chest.
I killed the maid, he thought wildly. Day one in the new world, and I choked the NPC to death with my dick. The devs are going to ban me.
"Lily! I—I'm so sorry!" Alex scrambled up, reaching out to her with trembling hands. "I didn't mean to... I just lost control! Are you okay? Do you need water? A priest?"
Lily took a deep, shuddering breath, finally stabilizing. She wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, smearing her lipstick across her cheek. She looked like a disaster.
But then, she looked up at him.
And she smiled.
It wasn't a forced, customer-service smile. It was a genuine, glowing beam of satisfaction.
"Why are you apologizing, Master?" she rasped, her voice a little hoarse and rougher than before.
"Because I nearly suffocated you!" Alex cried, horrified. "I grabbed your head and forced you—"
"I loved it," she interrupted.
Alex blinked. "What?"
Lily giggled, running a hand through her disheveled hair. She licked her lips, savoring the aftermath. "I never imagined the frail, shy Young Master had such a... dominant side. You were like a beast just now."
She looked at him with newfound respect—and a very obvious hunger.
"Forcing me down like that... making me take all of it..." She shivered, hugging her own shoulders. "It was intense. I liked it."
She stood up, smoothing down her skirt and pulling her bodice back up to cover her cleavage.
"This day is full of surprises," she hummed happily. "I think I'm going to enjoy serving you a lot more from now on."
Alex sat there, mouth agape, watching her fix her uniform. She looked like she had just walked out of a hurricane, yet she was acting like she'd just finished a tea ceremony.
"Since the Little Lord is calm now," Lily said, reverting to her professional tone (despite the smeared mascara), "you should get ready. You don't want to be late for the Academy."
She picked up the silver tray with a practiced grace.
"I'll prepare your bath tonight, Master," she said, pausing at the door. "I hope you have plenty of energy left."
With a wink that was equal parts saucy and terrifying, she turned and sashayed out of the room, her hips swaying with exaggerated swagger.
The door clicked shut.
Alex remained on the bed, naked, bewildered, and staring at the gold-leafed door.
"There is something seriously wrong with her," he whispered to the empty room.
He looked down at himself.
"And there is something seriously wrong with this world."
He flopped back onto the pillows, a stupid grin spreading across his face.
"I love it."