263: Nine months?

**Chapter 263**

“Would you be willing to give me nine months, my lady?”

Elara didn’t answer at once. The barrier she had thrown over the office still sat on the walls. No one was hearing anything between us. Her eyes stayed on me. Measuring.

I didn’t add the rest of the method. I had already put enough in the room to hang myself if the church ever caught a word of it. What she needed now was something she could watch.

“Lady Valeria would be the perfect candidate to show you,” I added just in case.

Elara’s fingers tapped the desk once.

“Valeria…” She said, leaving it hanging.

“Someone you trust,” I said. “If you only hear the result, you will wonder later whether I said it to keep my place.”

She rose. The gown moved with her the way it always did, heavy chest, wide hips, muscle under the cloth, so she never looked like she had only been sitting. She opened the door into the hall without dropping the barrier on the office and said one name.

“Valeria.”

She could have ordered me, but I guess she needed to show she was in control.

Valeria came back in as if she had been waiting the exact number of steps from the latch. Silver hair in a bun. A few dark strands at her face. Stoic mouth. The uniform still lost to her chest and gave up around the hips, that ass filling the skirt until the fabric had nothing left to do but cling. She closed the door and looked at Elara, not at me.

“My lady.”

“Do as Jack commands you,” Elara said. No explanation, or anything. Just an order.

“Yes, my lady.”

I activated State of Completion and took off my clothes. Apparently that was enough explanation for Valeria to assume her position on the desk. Hands on the table, ass out.

My dick hardened as I walked and approached her.

She was already in position. Still, I made a few adjustments. I moved her wrists wider until her tits hung forward and her ass pushed back even more. The skirt was fighting the battle of its life. I took mercy on it and raised it above her ass.

That ass was the same one I had put my hands on in this house more times than the church would have liked to count. Huge. Soft. I took a cheek in each palm and opened her until her pussy showed in the middle, thick and familiar, the inner lips tucked, her asshole a tight pale knot above it. I dragged two fingers down the seam, then slapped the right side hard enough that the flesh rolled and a red print started under the milky skin.

Valeria’s breath left through her nose. That was all. No complaint at all.

I worked her the way I already knew she needed, not like I was teaching a class. Two fingers into her pussy, a slow stretch, then a rhythm that turned the dry drag slick. The office picked up a wet sound when my knuckles met her. I found the spot that made her hips try to follow and stayed on it, thumb peeling her clit out from under the hood so it sat raw against the pad.

“Hmm~~”

A noise died in her throat. Her hands stayed where I had put them.

I pulled my fingers out, shining, put them to her mouth, and waited. She opened. She had done that before too. I wiped her own wetness across her tongue and let the string break on her lip when I took my hand away.

Elara watched from the side, arms loose, dark eyes on the red blooming across Valeria’s ass and on the shine between her thighs. She didn’t ask what I was doing or why I was dilly-dallying. She already knew my fascination with butts.

Valeria was wet enough now that her inner thighs had picked up a gloss. I spanked the other cheek to match the first and left her open on the desk.

Then I looked at Elara.

“My lady. Could I ask for your help lubricating my penis with your mouth?”

Her eyes lifted.

“For what reason?”

That was the only question in the room that still needed an answer. I was about to put it in Valeria. From where Elara stood, there was no reason for her to touch it at all.

“It is better for there to be ample lubrication; otherwise, Lady Valeria’s pussy could itch later,” I said. “Saliva would help a lot.”

Elara looked at my dick, then at Valeria bent over her desk, more specifically at the wetness in her thighs, and she was clearly wet, not in need of lubrication. Then she looked at me again.

“Very well.”

I turned my cock to her. It sat thick in my palm, the head dark, a bead already hanging from the slit. Elara leaned forward until the gown brushed my hip, bent at the waist with that same battlefield control, wrapped her fingers around the base, and sucked the head into her mouth.

Warm and tight. A noblewoman’s mouth on a commoner’s shaft.

I didn’t lecture her through it. I gathered the silver-streaked hair in one fist so I could see her lips stretch, and when she only took the first two inches, I drew her down another. Slow enough that it stayed in her mouth. Firm enough that it didn’t stay neat. The head dragged over her tongue and bumped her throat. She breathed through her nose. Spit welled around the shaft and spilled from both corners at once.

She pulled back, and a rope of saliva hung from her bottom lip to my cock, sagged, and broke on her chin. She went down again anyway. Wetter. The seal of her mouth broke on the stroke and made a thick *glck* when I let the head sit in her throat for a breath. Drool ran over her fist, down the vein, off her chin onto the gown in a dark spot that spread while she ignored it. She was really into it, literally focusing on lubrication.

I put my hand back between Valeria’s legs while Elara slobbered on me.

Three fingers this time. Valeria took them with a small jolt, pussy clinging, slick running down to my wrist. I rubbed her clit in tight circles and pressed my other thumb against her asshole without pushing in, just enough pressure that she clenched around the fingers in front. Her forehead dropped toward the desk.

“Haa… nnh…”

Elara’s blowjob stopped being precise somewhere in the middle of that sound. I brought my hand that was on Valeria’s anus back to Elara’s hair and held her, and used the hold to keep her from turning it back into a clean task. When she rose for air, she licked the underside, sloppy, through her own spit, then put her mouth back on the shaft until her throat fluttered and overflow ran in a sheet down my balls. A string stayed tied from her tongue to the head the whole time she gasped.

Valeria came on my hand with her ass shoving back, that huge pair of cheeks bouncing against my wrist, her pussy locking down in hard pulls. Slick poured over my palm and streaked her thigh to the knee.

“Nngh—hhah—!”

I kept my fingers in her. I let go of Elara’s head and brought my hand back to Valeria and landed two more slaps on skin that was already hot, and went after her clit before she could put the stoic face back on. She tried to close her thighs. I put my knee between them and kept her open. Her mouth had fallen loose. I fed her my wet fingers again for a moment, let her taste the second wave building, then returned them to her cunt and curled.

Elara took me to the throat and stayed there, eyes sharp even when watering, spit bubbling at the corner of her mouth and dripping off in a line onto her dress. I tugged her hair just enough to make her look up with her lips stretched around the base. She didn’t wipe her chin. She had been told the coating mattered. That was the only instruction I had given her, and she treated it like an order, not a game.

Valeria’s second climax tore the quiet out of her.

“My lady—ahh—haa—nnahhh—!!”

She shook through it, pussy pulsing around my fingers, a fresh splash hitting the rug under the desk. The maid's face changed. Flushed and open. Marked ass in the air, spit on her tongue, cunt twitching like it had forgotten she was supposed to stand still in this room.

I pulled my hand out of her. It shone with her juices.

I pulled my cock out of Elara’s mouth. It came free, glazed, a thick rope of saliva still tethering her lip to the head until it snapped and slid down the shaft. Her mouth stayed open around nothing, chin wet, a thread stuck to her tongue.

I stepped in behind Valeria, dragged that sloppy head up through her dripping slit, tapped it against her clit once, and buried the whole length as much as I could in her GILFy tight pussy in one thrust.

“Huueng—!!”

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