"Kyyyaaa!"
Liselotte squealed at the top of her lungs, her shriek echoing across Gloamreach Vale.
In a fraction of a second, she crossed her arms over her gigantic bust, attempting to cover even a fraction of her spilling, perky breasts, and nervously pressed her other hand between her tightly squeezed thighs, feigning the innocent, bashful maiden from a good home.
Before Nyssara could even blink, however, the maid let out a quiet, pitiful whimper and threw herself forward, literally gluing her entire naked, hot body to her Mistress's knees and stomach, hiding her face in her breasts.
"Why did you suddenly strip me naked?!" Liselotte choked out with exaggerated, dramatic indignation, turning her huge ruby eyes upward. "It's blowing a cold wind out here! Leaving a girl without even a scrap of fabric in the middle of ruins?!"
Nyssara slowly lowered her gaze, looking at the body plastered against her, and let out a quiet, merciless laugh.
"Spare me the theatrics, we both know the climate here is very warm, Liselotte," the Empress tossed out dryly, raising an eyebrow. "Do not play the bashful virgin now. We both know perfectly well that being stripped naked on my lap is exactly what brings you the greatest joy in the world."
Liselotte pushed her lips out in a small, sulky pout. She peeled herself away from her stomach slightly, though still resting her hands on her thighs, and tilted her head adorably:
"Well, but... wouldn't it be more interesting this way? You know, a bit of shyness, an innocent pose, quiet protests... That's a classic! I thought you liked that kind of vibe!"
Nyssara didn't answer with a single word.
Instead, her hands shot forward with ruthless, predatory speed. Before Liselotte could react, the Mistress grabbed her massive, naked breasts with both hands, digging her thumbs and index fingers directly into her hardened, pink nipples - and twisted them both simultaneously without a shred of mercy!
"AAAAAHN! KYYYAAAH!" a squeal so sharp tore from Liselotte's throat that her long elven ears trembled.
A painful, searing impulse pierced her chest like a lightning strike. Through her own perverted nature, the pain melted into an overwhelming wave of pleasure in a fraction of a second. The girl arched her spine, digging her nails into the Empress's knee.
And down below, between her smooth, parted thighs, the dam simply broke.
Hot, thick juices shot from her tight slit with such force that they almost immediately began streaming down her skin, dripping onto the cool stone of the altar.
Nyssara did not release her grip for another three seconds, looking at her with absolute, deadly seriousness.
"I do not want you pretending to be someone you are not," she spoke in an icy, uncompromising tone.
Only then did she slowly loosen her fingers, allowing the reddened nipples to return to their place. A slow, predatory smile bloomed on her lips, and the Mistress leaned toward her, whispering straight into her mouth:
"To me, it is vastly more appealing to own a shameless, horny whore who cannot control her own body, than to deal with some artificial, timid little girl."
Liselotte giggled quietly, trembling all over and catching ragged breaths.
"My Mistress... because of your touch, I am literally dripping everywhere," she mumbled in a dreamy voice, then without a shadow of shame, pointed a finger downward, at the space between her legs.
Nyssara involuntarily lowered her gaze.
The sight literally rendered her speechless.
Down the inner sides of Liselotte's thighs flowed thick streams of clear fluid, glistening in the moonlight and pooling into a small, wet puddle on the stone beneath her buttocks.
This was no ordinary wetness - the girl was literally dripping with juices, as if someone had splashed a glass of water on her.
The Demon Empress froze, her eyes wide.
"Did you..." Nyssara choked out, looking at her with pure, genuine stupefaction. "Did you just climax from a simple nipple pinch?!"
Liselotte furrowed her brow, scratching uncertainly at the tip of her ear.
"Well... honestly, I'm not sure," she admitted with dead seriousness. "In my old life, I was a guy, so I never had the chance to experience a true female orgasm... But I don't think so. I mean: I felt massive pain, brilliant shivers of excitement ran through me, and it was wonderful, but I think my body just naturally leaks this terribly when I'm horny."
Nyssara narrowed her eyes dangerously, and an expression of deep, icy disbelief appeared on her face.
"You have been horny from the very first minute we arrived here," the Empress noted firmly. "In the forest, on the altar, by the fire... And somehow, not once did I see anything dripping from your clothes. At this rate of fluid production, you should be leaving a deep lake behind you with every step."
A cold gleam flashed in the Mistress's eyes.
"Do not think you can weasel your way out with such a cheap excuse. For achieving orgasm without my explicit permission, a specific, severe punishment awaits you."
Oh crap! Liselotte thought in panic.
I really didn't climax!
And even if I did, you twisted my nipples like faucet handles without any warning!
The memory of the dull, paralyzing headache from a few dozen minutes ago was still all too vivid in her mind.
Liselotte now perfectly understood that Nyssara's definition of a punishment had nothing to do with erotic spankings.
Not wanting to risk further torments, the servant began frantically waving her hands in front of her.
The sudden movements caused her massive, heavy breasts to bounce and sway in the air like two large water balloons.
"It's because of the panties! I swear on everything, it's my panties!" she screamed in a single breath. "I told you I have a ton of specialized equipment in my inventory! Those lace panties I was wearing had a built-in fluid absorption spell! They soaked up all my juices like a sponge so nothing would leak through to the outside and I could stay dry! That's why nothing was dripping!"
Nyssara, who was just raising her hand toward the system console, paused her fingers in the air.
She furrowed her brow, looking at the trembling, arm-waving girl, and then at the puddle on the stone.
After a moment, a shadow of comprehension appeared in her eyes.
"...Fine. That actually makes sense," the Empress muttered, lowering her hand.
Liselotte let out a massive, drawn-out breath of relief.
Eager to distract the Mistress from the topic of punishments as quickly as possible, the girl put on her most radiant, cheeky smile.
She tilted her head, narrowing her ruby eyes:
"By the way, my Mistress... were you just so eager to see me completely naked that you couldn't wait? Did you really want to strip me of that uniform that badly?"
Nyssara laughed quietly.
She extended both hands and slowly, with a confident motion, slid them beneath Liselotte's massive breasts, grabbing them from below and lifting them slightly upward to feel their unbelievable, soft weight.
"I have no intention of denying it," the Mistress admitted without hesitation, her thumbs brushing the lower edge of her curves.
Liselotte closed her eyelids, tilting her head back with a blissful, shameless purr.
The warmth of Nyssara's hands supporting her bust was pure poetry.
Suddenly, however, the Empress's next words caused all bliss to evaporate in a fraction of a second.
"But significantly more than that... I simply could no longer bear to look at how tragically you were dressed."
Liselotte opened her eyes so wide they nearly fell out of their orbits.
She fixed Nyssara with a stare full of such profound, absolute disbelief, it was as if she had just been slapped in the face with a wet rag.
In a fraction of a second, she sprang from her lap to her feet, standing on the cold stone in complete, flawless nudity.
The girl's entire body trembled with holy, aesthetic indignation.
"What do you mean: TRAGICALLY?!" she shrieked at the top of her lungs, waving her arms with such passion that her huge bust began to bounce wildly left and right. "I looked perfect! Like a one-hundred-percent, phenomenal whore ready for a rough fucking at any second! That latex corset highlighted my waist perfectly! The skirt barely covered my ass, the stockings exposed my thighs, and my cleavage spilled out exactly as it should have! It was a masterpiece of erotic styling!"
Nyssara rested her elbows on her knees, observing this spectacle.
Every few seconds, her gaze involuntarily darted toward her bouncing, firm breasts and pink nipples swaying in the mesmerizing rhythm of her shouts, but the Mistress bravely ignored the distraction.
She let out a heavy sigh and looked at the naked maid with cold, crushing seriousness:
"And tell me, Liselotte... when exactly did I tell you that I wanted you to dress like a cheap whore?"
Liselotte froze mid-gesture.
"H-Huh...?!"
"Your choice of attire was simply comical," the Empress snorted, initiating a ruthless deconstruction of her outfit. "True eroticism relies on elegance and subtle provocation, not on throwing every conceivable fetish onto yourself at once as if you had robbed the warehouse of a third-rate sex shop. The latex clashed with the lace, the skirt was too short even by brothel standards, and that maid's cap of yours looked like it was about to fall off your head. Furthermore: the hair. In a proper servant's uniform, those long, silvery waves of yours should be tied up in a high, smooth ponytail to expose your nape, not flying in all directions like a savage."
With every successive sentence, Liselotte shrank into herself. Her fluffy elven ears drooped submissively, and an expression of deep, existential defeat appeared in her eyes.
Her dream, ideal sex-bombshell maid outfit had just been mercilessly crushed by the Demon Queen.
Nyssara, seeing her defeated expression, stood up from the stone.
She took a step forward, and her tall, statuesque silhouette completely dominated the naked girl. She looked down at her, and a dark, possessive fire flared in her crimson eyes.
"And most importantly, my dear..." the Empress added in a low, icy voice. "You dressed like that on your own initiative. Without my permission. Did you ask me even once if I consented to you parading before me in such an outfit?"
A violent, electric shiver ran through Liselotte's entirely naked body.
Her breathing became searing and ragged in a fraction of a second.
The realization that she had crossed a line, combined with Nyssara's dominating tone, hit her with the force of a hammer.
With a quiet, pitiful squeak, she threw herself back onto the Mistress, throwing her naked arms around her neck and wrapping her legs around her waist:
"I'm sorry! I beg you, forgive me, my Mistress!" she choked out feverishly, clinging to her with her entire body. "I thought... I thought such a sight would bring you pleasure! I didn't know you didn't want a whore at your side! I'll never do anything without asking again!"
Nyssara laughed quietly - a deep, guttural laugh that vibrated straight into the chest of the girl clinging to her.
Her hands traveled downward, grabbing both of Liselotte's naked, soft buttocks and squeezing them with powerful, firm force, until the marks of her fingers pressed into the pale skin.
She pulled her hips tightly against her own, lifting her face toward her.
"It is not that I do not want one," Nyssara whispered, absolute, ruthless possessiveness blazing in her eyes. "It is simply that you are to be my whore in the bedroom. My private property. Not a whore put on display for every monster, every beast, and every creature we pass in this world's forest."
Those words struck Liselotte harder than any physical blow.
A hot wave exploded between her thighs once again, and the juices flowed so heavily that they began to soak the Mistress's gown. The maid flooded with a blush, squirming on her hips and burying her face in her neck:
"I belong only to you!" she moaned with wild adoration. "Only to you, my Mistress! I promise! I will be a whore exclusively for you, at your command, in your bed!"
Nyssara laughed again, feeling her trembling, defenseless body in her hands.
"I have not the slightest problem with your nature," the Mistress said, and her tone unexpectedly became calm, warm, and strikingly sincere. "If being a horny, submissive whore is your true 'self,' then do not force yourself to change it or stifle it inside. Be yourself."
Liselotte froze.
She pulled her head back, looking at the Empress with wide, shining eyes, in which little pink hearts literally swirled. The acceptance of her extreme perversions without a shadow of disgust or condemnation caused her soul to literally melt with love.
Nyssara brought her mouth so close that her lips brushed the servant's lips.
"Simply put, from today onward, I decide what you wear... and who you are allowed to fuck."
Before Liselotte could choke out even a word of agreement, Nyssara leaned in and possessively kissed her straight on the lips, sealing her words.