In all my years of being a simp, I’d never had something truly like this before.
Someone so powerful reduced to nothing, grovelling at your feet like a dog and begging for all the pain you could inflict on them.
It was refreshing.
Lady Beatrice shuddered with delight.
"Master?" she said. "Permission to speak?"
I eyed her for a minute, she didn’t make this easy, I’d constantly have to keep her in line. "Permission granted."
She planted a kiss on the tip of my cock. She began rubbing to massage my balls, trying to get me hard for a second round.
"After my husband died, all these suitors came to visit me, trying to marry me, calling me beautiful. But they’re all animals, all after my money. They called me lady. Took me to dances. Bought me expensive presents and lavished me with grand dinners. But ..."
"But what you really wanted"—I squeezed her nipple hard—"was for them to bend you over the sofa and call you a slut and a whore."
"Y-yess!" she moaned. "Say it. Say it more. I want you to make me your little bitch. I want you to—"
There was a knock on the door.
"Lady Beatrice?" came a muffled voice.
We exchange glances.
"I thought I told you not to disturb us!" Beatrice shouted. Which was pretty funny, because there was still cum all over her face.
"My apologies, Milady. But it’s important."
It was Jeana’s voice.
Beatrice looked at me.
"Let her in," I said.
"Come in!"
Jeana had managed to get the cum off her face. She’d also changed into a fresh uniform. Behind her, looking sheepish, came Meena, walking with her hands folded in front of her skirt.
At the sight of Lady Beatrice kneeling in front of my cock, they both looked shocked. They didn’t seem to know where to place their eyes, so they ended up both just kind of staring down at their feet.
"It’s okay," I said to both of them as I stroked Lady Beatrice’s hair. "Things have changed. Lady Beatrice has decided not to fire both of you."
Lady Beatrice stood up. She adjusted her cum-covered clothes as best as she could.
"Hmph," she said. "I’ll forgive both of you just this once for sleeping with our new butler. But not a word of this goes to my son or anyone outside of our household, understood?"
"What?!" they both said. "Our new butler?!"
I grinned at them.
"I just finished my job interview, and I’m pretty sure I passed with flying colors. Isn’t that right, Lady Beatrice?"
"Indeed," she said. "He has proved ... most competent."
"Yes Lady Beatrice," they replied.
"Now then," she said, wiping cum off her neck and face with a handkerchief. "What is this important news that you wished to tell me?"
"Well ..." Jeana fidgeted.
"Out with it!"
"Yes, M-milady! Well ... you see ... We just got news from the courier ... It’s your son, Lady Beatrice. Earl Crystalion is on his way back to the city." She looked sheepishly toward me. "He’ll be home tonight before the sun sets."
"Oh," said Beatrice.
All three women looked at me. They were waiting for me to make a decision. Me, who just a few hours before, had been a captive. And now I was on top.
I smiled.
"Well what are you ladies waiting for?" I said. "Come over and join in on the fun. There’s still a lot of time until sunset. And we need to have what fun."
The girls gathered around the chair and began to service me. I leaned back into the chair and smiled. I was still a long way from seducing the first Queen of Light and saving the Demon Kingdom. This was only a small victory. Maybe I would die before ever succeeding on my quest.
But succeed or fail one thing is certain, I thought, as the girls climbed onto my lap, cunts dripping with juices. I’m going to enjoy every damn step of the ride.
"Sit down."
Earl Arkdam Crystalion leaned back into the plush chair and folded his thin, spiderlike hands over his legs. He was only eighteen, but with arched highbrows, full-face beard, and swept-back purple hair, he looked like a man thrice his age.
"You have some nerve," he said, "coming to my home and asking for a job. Tell me: Why do you wish to become a butler for the Crystalion family?"
Earl Crystalion crossed his legs. His fingers—covered in rings inlaid with gold lions—tapped away at his forearm. I could tell he wasn’t happy.
But he would’ve been even unhappier if he knew what was going on right beside his feet.
Under the oak table, Earl Arkdam’s mother, Beatrice Crystalion, had her face sandwiched between my thighs and her tongue three inches up my asshole.
As she rimmed me, the heiress to one of Windmoor’s most powerful families ran her slender, saliva-coated hands up and down my thirteen-inch cock.
It took every ounce of willpower to keep from moaning directly onto her son’s face.
A few hours ago I’d seduced Beatrice with my newfound demon powers.
She’d captured me and threatened to kill me. But I’d turned the tables. Now she was my sex pet and called me Master.