"This one’s different," Beatrice said. "He wouldn’t dream of doing anything sexual to me."
I almost choked on my breath.
"Really?" Earl Crystalion said. "He looked like a bit of a ladies’ man to me. And he has no experience as a butler. If the other houses find out we’ve hired an amateur ..."
"Arkdam."
"Yes Mother?"
"We’ve spent nearly two decades trying to keep up appearances. And look what’s happened to our House. Our finances are in shambles. Those who once respected us now laugh at us when our backs are turned."
A pause.
"You’ve never spoken of such things before, Mother."
"I met someone who has changed my mind."
"This butler?"
"He is an interesting one, my son. He is far more than meets the eye. I believe he will be the beginning of a reversal of fortunes for House Crystalion."
Another pause. Arkdam’s brain was probably trying to process the fact that his mother—who was legendary for her privacy—had opened her heart to me. It must have felt like the roof was collapsing on top of his head.
At last, he said:
"This man. What is he? He possesses such insolence. He spoke down to me like I was a mere commoner. When I rose to leave the room he didn’t even stand. Or nod his head."
"Perhaps he deemed you unworthy of his respect."
"Mother surely you’re not serious! I ..." Arkdam cleared his throat. He took several deep breaths to calm himself. "He claims to know things about us. How we’ve fallen on hard times. Did you really tell him about these things?"
"Yes," Beatrice said.
"But why Mother?"
There was another pause. I couldn’t see what was happening—Ear Friend didn’t give me the ability to see—but from the rustling of clothing it seemed like Beatrice was hugging her son.
"We need help, my son. You’re still young. Your father is no longer around. Hasn’t been for decades. I’ve grieved for him for far too long. It’s time to move on. We need allies to help restore House Crystalion to glory. We need men with intelligence, cunning, and good looks.
"We need men like him."
Two days later I showed up at the Crystalion Mansion to begin my job as Head Butler. The title "House Butler" sounds high and mighty until you realize I was the house’s only butler.
You see, House Crystalion had fallen on rough times. After her husband died seventeen years ago, the widowed Beatrice had done what she could to keep up appearances and preserve family prestige.
But the stress of raising a son and managing a great house was too much for her. One by one the family businesses had failed. Marriage offers for Arkdam were withdrawn. Party invitations no longer arrived. Beatrice withdrew from society. The Crystalion name, once feared and admired by all, began to lose its luster.
The decay was visible. The mansion was overgrown with weeds, the windowsills caked with dust, the pillars and facades full of spidery cracks. Crows hid amongst the garden’s old trees, staring down at passersby with red hungry eyes.
The other mansion staff consisted of two maidservants—Jeana and Meena—and a handful of incompetent house guards who spent more time drinking, carousing, and masturbating behind the rose bushes than doing anything useful.
As for Earl Arkdam Crystalion, he was away most of the day trying to establish business connections between Windmoor and nearby towns. At night he retired to his rooms to go over the financial ledgers or catch a few winks of sleep.
The kid worked hard and clearly cared about this family. But I soon learned that—like his mother—he was weak and sensitive beneath his tough exterior. He was, in other words, unfit to lead.
There was a power vacuum: and I had every intention of filling it.
My ultimate goal was to infiltrate the castle and fuck the Queen, but before I could do that I needed credibility, influence, and a power base. The Crystalion name—although somewhat diminished—gave me all three of those things.
I was no longer Elijah Payes, a no-name guy from a no-name place called Earth. I was now Elijah Payes, Head Butler of House Crystalion. And I had a snazzy new uniform and a growing harem to prove it.
During my first week I quickly established dominance over the household. This wasn’t hard: Beatrice already thought of me as absolute master of the house. Jeana and Meena, who I’d seduced prior to my job interview, were thirsty for my cock and would do almost anything to get it.
With those three beautiful women fawning over me, the male staff saw the writing on the wall. Before long, the guards (though jealous of me) started to obey my orders and treat me with begrudging respect.
Earl Arkdam Crystalion was the official master of the house. But everyone knew who was really in charge: Me.
All business and no play makes for a boring life. During those first days, I also found plenty of opportunities for NTR debauchery.
Beatrice Crystalion had a near-infinite sex drive. For seventeen years her only sexual outlet had been the occasional visit to a brothel for women. She’d been waiting years for a guy like me to come along to talk dirty to her, slap her around, fuck her like a filthy animal.
I was more than happy to service her.
Over the next few days we squeezed in seventeen years of lovemaking. We did in the guards’ quarters, glazing the guards’ sheets with cum and pussy grool. We did it in the kitchens, calling in Meena for a threesome, and then Jeana for a foursome. Once we even snuck into Arkdam’s sleeping quarters and fucked on the rug while her son tossed and turned beside us in his sleep.
But all the while I never forgot my real goal: to infiltrate the King’s castle and steal the heart of Queen Mirelia. As I worked and fucked, I kept my eyes and ears open for an opportunity to sneak into the castle.
For a long time no opportunity came. Even the aristocracy were only permitted in the castle on special occasions. Such special occasions were rare now that King Darius was busy preparing to assault the Demon Kingdom.
But at last, over two weeks after I joined the Crystalion family, I caught wind of an opportunity from Meena...