Chapter 473 - : 473 : My Vaelor!

Chapter 473: Chapter : 473 : My Vaelor!

More than thirty minutes had passed since Aiden had pumped what felt like gallons of cum into Alethea’s womb. Her belly, once swollen and round like she was carrying a child, had slowly deflated as his thick seed had leaked out of her thoroughly used pussy and down her thighs. Now it looked almost normal again — only the slightest, subtle roundness remained, a secret reminder of what had just happened.

They were now sitting side by side on the luxurious velvet couch in the Queen’s private chambers. Alethea had put her elegant white royal gown back on, though it was slightly disheveled. Aiden had tugged his pants back up and buckled them. The air still smelled faintly of sex and sweat.

But the Queen didn’t seem to care.

She was pressed tightly against Aiden’s side, her arms wrapped around his neck like a lovesick girl. Her long platinum-blonde hair cascaded over his shoulder. Her massive breasts strained against the deep neckline of her gown as she clung to him.

They were kissing — deep, wet, passionate kisses that made soft, needy sounds fill the room.

"Mmmh... Sir..." Alethea moaned into his mouth, her tongue dancing with his. Her hands roamed greedily over his chest, feeling the hard muscles of his pecs and the ridges of his eight-pack abs through his school uniform. "You’re so strong... so warm..."

Aiden’s hand was inside her gown, openly groping one of her heavy breasts, squeezing and kneading it while they kissed. His other hand rested possessively on her thigh, slowly sliding higher.

She kissed him harder, almost desperately, moaning louder into his mouth.

A soft knock echoed on the door.

They broke the kiss slowly. A thin string of saliva connected their lips for a moment.

Aiden didn’t let her pull away. Instead, he pulled her even closer, tucking her firmly against his side with one arm locked around her waist. His hand stayed on her breast, openly claiming her in front of whoever was about to enter.

"Enter," he said calmly, like he owned the room.

The door opened.

Lira stepped inside and closed the door behind her. She bowed respectfully, her long black hair tied into playful pigtails beneath her white frilly maid headpiece. The tight black maid uniform strained obscenely against her massive, heavy breasts — the same voluptuous body Aiden had molested in the corridor earlier. A small beauty mark sat on her chin, and another rested right in the center of her deep cleavage. Her short skirt hugged her wide hips and plump ass, while garter straps clipped to sheer thigh-high stockings that wrapped around her thick, juicy thighs.

When she lifted her head and saw the scene in front of her, her eyes widened.

Sir Aiden Nightshade was sitting on the Queen’s couch like he belonged there, one arm wrapped possessively around Her Majesty. The Queen herself was pressed against his chest, arms around his neck, cheeks flushed, lips slightly swollen from kissing. Her usually stern, regal face looked soft... almost dreamy.

Lira’s cheeks burned red as memories of the corridor flashed through her mind — his hands squeezing her breasts, his tongue licking the mole between her cleavage, the way he had kissed her so dominantly.

Aiden grinned at her, slow and predatory. He pulled Alethea even closer and deliberately squeezed her breast in front of Lira, making the Queen let out a small, shameless moan.

Lira’s breath caught.

Alethea looked up at Aiden with a loving, almost childish smile, completely ignoring Lira’s shocked expression for a moment. She nuzzled her face against his chest like a girl in love.

Aiden leaned down and kissed her forehead gently.

"Good girl," he murmured.

Alethea’s eyes sparkled with pure happiness at the praise.

Lira’s jaw nearly dropped. *This... this can’t be the same Queen... The stern, graceful, untouchable Queen Alethea Albinos is acting like a lovesick maiden... What did he do to her...?*

Alethea finally turned her head toward Lira, but she didn’t pull away from Aiden’s embrace. Her voice was soft but firm.

"Lira... From today onward, you belong to Sir Aiden Nightshade. Am I clear? You have to follow whatever he says. Whatever he wants."

Lira’s eyes widened further. Her face went pale, then flushed.

"Y-Your Majesty...?" she whispered, voice trembling.

Alethea smiled up at Aiden again, that same dreamy, lovestruck expression on her face, before looking back at her maid.

"Lira... am I clear?" she repeated, voice sweet but carrying the weight of a royal command. "He will be your new Master. You need to do anything he wants. Even... warm his bed. Think of it like a promotion. You’ll get more salary than before. Five times more. If you don’t agree..." Her voice dropped slightly. "I will be letting you go from your duties."

Lira stood frozen.

Her mind raced.

*Five times the salary... That much money... I could finally give my daughter a proper home... Better clothes... Better education... She wouldn’t have to struggle like I did...*

But then her eyes flicked to Aiden. The same man who had pushed her against the wall earlier, groped her breasts, licked the mole between them, and kissed her so roughly she had almost melted. The dangerous glint in his eyes made her stomach twist.

*He’s... dangerous. He made my body react even though I didn’t want it... If I agree... he’ll do whatever he wants to me... He’ll use me...*

Her hands clenched at her sides. She thought of her daughter’s face. She thought of the rents. She thought of how hard it was to raise a child alone.

Lira slowly lowered her head and bowed deeply, voice quiet but clear.

"...As you wish, Your Majesty."

Aiden’s grin widened. He looked straight at Lira and spoke for the first time since she entered.

"Good choice," he said smoothly. "I’ve been thinking about those fat tits of yours since the corridor. That mole between them is going to look even better when it’s covered in my cum."

Lira’s face burned crimson. She couldn’t meet his eyes.

Alethea, still nestled against Aiden’s chest, let out a soft, happy sigh and kissed his jaw lovingly.

"She’s yours now, Sir..." she whispered, voice full of devotion. "Just like me."

Aiden chuckled and kissed the top of her head, his hand still openly groping her breast in front of the stunned maid.

Aiden didn’t stop.

Even with Lira standing frozen near the door, watching in stunned silence, he continued kissing Alethea deeply on the couch. His mouth moved from her lips to her neck, sucking hard on the sensitive skin just below her ear, leaving fresh red marks over the bite marks he had already given her earlier. Alethea moaned lovingly into his ear, her voice soft and full of devotion.

"Mmmh... Sir... right there..." she breathed, tilting her head to give him better access. Her arms stayed wrapped tightly around his neck.

Aiden’s hands were shameless. One hand squeezed her massive breast through the fabric of her royal gown, fingers sinking into the soft, overflowing flesh. His other hand slid down to her plump ass, gripping and kneading it roughly in front of the maid. Alethea only moaned louder, pressing herself closer to him like she couldn’t get enough.

*He’s touching me so openly... in front of my maid... I should feel ashamed as Queen... but it feels so good... I love how he claims me... I love how he doesn’t care who sees...*

Aiden sucked harder on her neck, then bit down gently, making her gasp and shiver.

Lira’s face was burning. She stood there awkwardly, hands clasped in front of her, unable to look away. The sight of her usually stern and regal Queen melting into a moaning, affectionate mess in Sir Aiden’s arms was shocking.

After several long minutes of open kissing and groping, Aiden finally pulled back. Alethea looked up at him with sparkling, lovestruck eyes, her lips swollen and her cheeks flushed.

"Please visit again, Sir..." she said softly, voice full of genuine emotion. "I love you."

Aiden smiled and cupped her cheek, thumb brushing over her lower lip.

"I love you too, Alethea."

He kissed her once more — slow and deep — before finally standing up from the couch. Alethea stayed seated for a moment, watching him with that same dreamy expression.

Aiden turned his gaze to Lira and grinned.

"Come with me."

Lira’s heart jumped. She glanced at the Queen, who gave her a small, knowing nod. With no other choice, Lira bowed her head slightly.

"...Yes, Sir."

They left the Queen’s chambers together.

The corridor outside was bright. Aiden walked at a relaxed pace while Lira followed half a step behind, her black pigtails swaying with each step. Her tight black maid uniform hugged her extremely voluptuous body — massive breasts threatening to spill from the low-cut corset top, wide hips and plump ass stretching the short skirt, thick thighs wrapped in sheer stockings held by garter straps. The small beauty mark on her chin and the one nestled in her deep cleavage were clearly visible.

Aiden glanced at her and started asking questions, his tone casual but probing.

"So... tell me about yourself, Lira. How long have you been working as a maid here?"

Lira kept her eyes lowered respectfully, though her cheeks were still pink from earlier.

"Almost eight years, Sir. I started right after my husband passed away."

Aiden nodded. "And you have a daughter, right? How old is she now?"

"She’s thirteen, Sir," Lira answered quietly. "Her name is Sira."

They turned a corner. Aiden kept walking beside her, occasionally glancing at her body with open appreciation.

"Thirteen already? Time flies. Does she go to an academy?"

"Yes, Sir. She’s very smart. Top of her class in most subjects. She’s also... very honest and kind. Sometimes too kind." A small, genuine smile appeared on Lira’s lips as she spoke about her daughter. "She tells me every night that when she grows up, she’ll make lots of money so we can live comfortably. She wants to buy me a nice house so I don’t have to work so hard anymore."

Aiden looked at her with a raised eyebrow, his eyes deliberately lingering on her massive breasts and the way her uniform strained against them.

"That’s cute. But maid work doesn’t pay much, does it?"

Lira’s smile faded slightly. She shook her head.

"No, Sir. Most of it goes toward rent for our small house, food, and other necessities. There’s never much left over. I... I try my best, but it’s hard raising a child alone."

They continued walking. Aiden’s voice stayed calm, but there was a teasing edge to it now.

"You live in a small house with just the two of you? Must get lonely sometimes."

Lira hesitated, then nodded.

"Yes, Sir. It’s just the two of us. The house is old and the rent keeps going up. Sometimes I worry about what will happen when Sira gets older... if I can even afford to send her to a better academy."

Aiden stopped walking for a moment and turned to face her fully. His eyes slowly traveled down her body — from her pretty face with the beauty mark on her chin, down to her enormous breasts, then to her wide hips and thick thighs.

"Your daughter sounds like a good kid. Smart, cute, honest... and she wants to take care of you. That’s rare these days." He smirked. "But looking at you... I can see where she might gets her looks from. You’re quite the attractive mother, Lira."

Lira’s face flushed deeper. She looked away, embarrassed.

"...Thank you, Sir."

They reached a two-way turn in the corridor. Without warning, Aiden suddenly grabbed her wrist and pushed her into the right corridor, pressing her back firmly against the stone wall.

Lira yelped softly, her back hitting the wall. Her massive breasts heaved with her quickened breathing. She looked up at him with wide, nervous eyes, cheeks burning.

Aiden stepped close, caging her in with his body. One hand came up to cup her cheek gently. His thumb slowly traced the small beauty mark on her chin.

"You’ll get everything you need," he said quietly, his voice low and promising. "Take your daughter and move into my mansion. Both of you. She can live there safely. You too. Good food, no more worrying about rent, better clothes, better everything. You just need to do as I say from now on."

Lira’s eyes trembled. Tears started forming at the corners.

"R-Really...? You would do that... for my daughter?" Her voice cracked with emotion. "You’d let her live there? Give her a better life?"

Aiden nodded, his thumb still brushing her chin mole.

"Only if you give your all to me. Everything. Your body. Your loyalty. Your obedience." His eyes darkened with lust. "Do you agree, Lira?"

She didn’t hesitate this time.

Tears of desperate hope rolled down her cheeks as she nodded quickly.

"Yes...! Yes, I agree...! Please... let my daughter have a better life... I’ll do anything you say, Sir. Anything."

Aiden smiled.

Without another word, he leaned in and kissed her hard.

Lira moaned into his mouth as his lips claimed hers. One of his hands slid down between her legs, fingers teasing her already damp panties through the thin fabric, rubbing slow circles over her clit. His other hand went straight to her massive breasts, mauling and squeezing them roughly through her tight maid uniform, fingers sinking deep into the soft, heavy flesh.

Lira’s hands clutched at his shoulders as she kissed him back, her body trembling between the wall and his body.

Aiden broke the kiss just enough to speak against her lips, his fingers still rubbing her pussy through her panties.

"Tell me who you belong to."

Lira’s voice came out breathy and submissive, eyes glassy with tears and reluctant arousal.

"Yours... My Vaelour. I belong to you now..."

Aiden chuckled darkly.

"Vaelour, huh? I like that." He leaned down and licked the beauty mark on her chin slowly, then trailed his tongue lower to the mole nestled in her deep cleavage. He kissed and licked both marks while his hand continued groping her breast and the other teased her wet panties.

"I’m going to mess this body tonight," he whispered against her skin. "Really hard. I’m going to fuck these fat tits, this tight pussy, and this thick ass until you can’t walk straight. And you’re going to thank me for it."

Lira let out a small, helpless yelp as his fingers pushed her panties aside and slid between her wet folds. Her massive breasts jiggled in his grip as she squirmed against the wall.

Aiden kissed her again, deeper this time, while his hands continued their rough, possessive exploration of her body right there in the corridor.

Lira could only moan into his mouth, her mind spinning between fear, shame, and the desperate hope that her daughter would finally have the life she deserved.

Lira let him use her, knowing her life had just changed forever.

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END OF Chapter : 474 : MY VAELOR!

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