Bea untied the sash on his robe.
His penis greeted her face, bowing slightly.
“Why, hello there, little Julius,” she caressed the underside of his length. “Did you miss me?”
“Yes, I do! You’re my favorite person, Bea!” The maid shook his penis up and down, her voice higher in pitch.
Julius scrunched his face.
“First of all, that’s weird. Second, my penis is not “little,” nor does it have that kind of voice.”
“Lastly, again, that’s weird.”
Bea clicked her tongue, her hand settling into an unhurried rhythm on his length.
“You’re so unfair. Why do you always indulge Isolde and her weird fetishes and only draw the line when I talk to your penis?”
He smiled cheekily.
“...You know that’s different. She can be too…adventurous at times.”
Her other hand also joined in to cover more surface area as she glanced up, her eyes narrowed.
“We’ve literally done it at the bottom of a volcano. I’d argue I’m more adventurous than her.”
Julius softly grunted from her treatment. “True. But don’t you remember what we did back at Artemisia’s place?”
Bea visibly recoiled, her hands stopped moving.
She exhaled. “Why did you have to bring that up again? I’ve almost buried that sight from my memories…”
“You brought her up, not me.” Julius shrugged.
“Here, this’ll help you forget.”
He held her cheeks with both arms, kissing her lips with the glans of his penis, and then parted them open.
With practiced motion, Bea loosened her throat, making it possible for more than half of his length to disappear inside her mouth.
“Mghh, maagh beffegh,” she tried speaking with her mouth full.
Even without moving, she kept her tongue busy as it stimulated his penis from the inside, giving him a divine experience.
“Yes…that’s it…”
In response to his approval, Bea began to move.
The slurping noises intensified as she worked his penis, committing every part of her mouth to pleasure him.
She widened her throat even more, accepting his full length, her lips touching the base, before leaning back until only the head was still covered.
One of her hands began to lovingly caress his jewels, while occasionally going up to cover some parts that her mouth might have missed.
The other hand had dove down, playing with her own hole as her finger went in and out with the same rhythm as her mouth.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up, smiling as he noticed something.
‘Hopefully she understands now…’
Julius closed his eyes, enjoying her masterful service, as he caressed her head.
Before long, Bea intensified her movement, tightening her mouth and throat.
“Guh, Bea, I’m coming!”
In response, she focused her hands on his penis, preparing to milk him for all he was worth.
Julius grunted, grabbing hold of her head, pushing his manhood all the way inside, before releasing all of his load.
“Mnghh!!” she moaned, as the white fluid made her cheeks inflate, a decent amount of it leaking through the gaps of her mouth.
But she made sure those were the only ones that were wasted, as she hugged his waist and began sucking all of his ejaculation like a traveler who had crossed the desert without water.
After a few seconds, she leaned back and released his penis with a loud plop.
She cupped her hands below her mouth and extended her tongue, proudly showing off how she swallowed it all.
Julius slowly exhaled from the pleasure, then chuckled.
“Two thousand years…and you still haven’t lost your touch. How did you do it?”
Bea wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Severa came to check up on me every few hundred years. I made her help me practice with one of her projections.”
“Oh? When was the last time she visited you?”
“Thirty-six years ago. You barely missed each other.”
“...That’s a shame.”
Having Severa around would have been so reassuring. She had always been a steady yet gentle pillar to the family.
It was definitely not because he wanted to be spoiled rotten again.
The maid kissed the head of his semi-erect penis.
“...Do you want to continue?”
Julius caressed her hair. “...I don’t know.”
“Mio, do you want us to continue?”
“Hiee!?”
A cute shriek echoed from his right as a familiar figure hurriedly hid behind a tree.
He exchanged glances with the maid, both of them smiling.
Bea nodded, then melted into the shadows in the next moment.
Silence lingered for a heartbeat before—
“Hi there.”
“GYAAAAA!!”
Julius burst out in laughter.
In the distance, Bea stood giggling while poor Mio sat on the ground, staring up at her in shock.
She had added an orange cloak, no, jacket, on top of her white shirt, and a beige pair of…sweatpants that covered her legs. From the looks of it, she had also quickly done her hair, securing it with an orange pin.
“I-I’m sorry for interrupting, I didn’t—!”
“Nonsense, Lady Mio. I’m the one who must apologize for borrowing your husband.”
A faint blush peeked through the darkness.
“L-Lady Mio…?”
The flustered woman covered her cheeks, her lips seemingly curled up in both embarrassment and joy.
Bea giggled. “You shouldn’t be surprised. If you’re the master’s wife, that makes you the lady of the house, no?”
Mio’s mouth slowly fell open.
“D-Does that mean you’re Julius’ maid? Ah! Is he from some ancient noble house?!"
She then gasped, furiously blushing. “Is it that kind of house where they assign maids to satisfy the master’s s-sexual desires?!"
“Exactly. I’ve been used by your husband for thousands of years now. He calls me every night, ravaging me tirelessly while he laughs like an evil emperor and—”
“Bea, stop talking! She’s losing consciousness!”
Even from where he stood, Julius could practically see the imaginary scenes racing through Mio's head.
“Whoops,” she said flatly.
She then knelt in front of her. “Lady Mio, are you still there?”
“Hah!” Her eyes snapped open.
But her proximity to the maid almost made her lose it again.
“...This is going nowhere.”
Julius snapped his fingers.
In the next moment, the two women dissolved into the darkness, reappearing right in front of him.
“...I have a feeling this will be a fairly common sight for a while.”
Bea giggled, returning to his side. “I can clearly see now why you’ve taken to her so quickly.”
Mio, still dazed and on the ground, followed his voice with her head.
“Julius? Is that—KYAAA!”
She suddenly staggered backwards, her eyes equal parts horrified and fascinated.
Julius frowned, but when he looked down, he immediately saw the reason.
“Looks like she just met face-to-face with the young master.”
“...That’s not better than little Julius.”
“Really? I thought it was clever, though.”
Amidst their casual conversation, Mio was covering her eyes with her fingers, though the gaps between them were big enough that he wondered if there was even a point for them.
“W-Why is it still o-out?!”
Julius exhaled. “...I just forgot to cover them. I’ll do it now so—”
“NO!!”
Her sudden outburst made him blink.
Quickly realizing what she just said, she closed the gaps between her fingers.
“N-No, I mean, It’s not—” She stammered, unable to even muster up an excuse.
Next to him, Bea smiled.
Then, she knelt next to his crotch, beckoning the blushing mess over with her fingers.
“Do you want to feel it?”