V2 Chapter 117
“Ah!! Aaaaaaaahn! You, your majesty, please forgive…!”
Sitana looked down at her devoted servant with a playful smile. “Oh, but I’m still not done yet,” she muttered with mirth flashing on her beautiful, red eyes.
Reflected on her eyes was a pair of pale legs.
Somelia Lush, Sitana’s devoted servant was lying on her back on the reed carpet covering her room, trying to hold her voice down, but desperately failing to do so. Both of her knees were currently pointed towards the ceiling, causing the hem of her silky, white, maid uniform--which Aanuel called it as such, to rise dangerously high.
“Mmh… Aah…Ahhh…Haa… your majesty, pl, please…”
That wasn’t all. Somelia’s right hand, under her master’s orders, rested between her slovenly spread legs with its fingers moving intensely against her privates, while the left one massaged her breasted through her disheveled dress. And pushing against her hand which was vigorously playing between her legs was Sitana’s bare left foot as the latter sat leisurely at the edge of the bed.
A constant sound of wetness was being from the girl’s privates, with her legs shaking every time she moved her fingers under the pushing force of Sitana’s foot. What’s more, her heavy moans seemed completely out of place coming from the mouth of a mere servant in front of her master, and an Empress at that.
“Tell me, Somelia…are you desiring my son…?” Sitana asked as she grinds her foot on Somelia’s hand which was fingering her own pussy. And because of Somelia’s quite thin hands, Sitana’s feet reached the girl’s erect clit and clamping it between her first and second toe. As her foot moved, Somelia’s moans intensified.
“You, your majesty…I dare not…”
“Liar.” Sitana said without hesitation. “Tell me the truth or your punishment will become severe… or is it that do you like being punished…? My servant was quite a pervert it seems,”
“No, no please your majesty… I… Y-yes, I, I desire His Highness…! I like His Highness, your majesty…, so, so please sto—Aaahn!!”
Somelia moaned as she confessed. Drool started appearing from the corner of her opened mouth, but Sitana didn’t stop right there even though she finally answered truthfully. Instead, Sitana’s ‘punishment’ become severe anyway—
At the same time, every time one of Somelia’s cries hit the ears of the Great Demon Empress, she felt something sparking deep inside her. Longing… the lust…the desire—Sitana’s crotch was starting to throb as if resonating with her servant’s moans. She tried rubbing her inner thighs together, but that was nowhere near enough to calm down the sensation.
It just kept growing stronger and stronger, to the point that she couldn’t stop her hand, finally, grabbing her crotch with both of her hands.
Somelia endured the torture of pleasure that was assaulting her body; “You do realize that I had already stopped, right?” Suddenly a voice snapped her out from her reverie. “But it seems like you still have not enough,” a mischievous tone rang out.
Somelia turned her gaze under her and saw that indeed Sitana had already pulled out her foot but her fingers were still moving their own, thrusting in and out of her pussy. Her face flushed. As she was thinking of what to say, she looked a little at her master, and her gaze somewhat turned at Sitana’s lips or admired her long neck...
She gulped.
Sitana saw lust on her loyal servant. And she laughed; flashing her even, white teeth as she did. Somelia loved the sound of her master’s laughter. It grounded her and never failed to raise her spirits.
Gulp! Somelia’s throat was tight and her head buzzed. Then, suddenly Sitana raises one foot in the air, pointing at her, with her eyes full of condescending mirth. Seeing her expression, Somelia’s face flushed and she didn't even hesitate once Sitana raised her foot in the air. In a flash, she was on her knees in front of her master. Then, she began to feel her foot with her hands, gently rubbing. After a while she edged Sitana’s foot close to her face and then kissed the sole of her foot gently as the Demon Empress, biting her lips seductively, pressed it harder towards her face.
The scent of her vanilla and cocoa butter foot cream filled Somelia’s nose. It must be one of those soaps sold at {Adam’s Company}. Actually, she also brought several for her use—some were given as a gift by His Highness Aanuel, while some were bought by her with her own money. After all, she too wanted to have her skin be so clean and beautiful, smooth and fragrant—which woman wouldn’t…?
She put her big toe from her left foot slowly into her mouth and she began sucking—she sucks and licks her foot all over passionately.
Without any hesitation, as if she was sucking ice cream, Somelia sucked each toe of her left foot then went back to the big toe. She sucked on that toe for several minutes before licking the top of her foot, around the heel and then along the sole. Somelia licked her sole for at least 15 minutes, She was sucking and licking Sitana’s toes and soles like there was no tomorrow.
First her left foot, then the right, then back again to the left foot. She continued back and forth between both feet as though she couldn't get enough of each.
After a few moments of savoring her master’s feet, Sitana pulled back.
“Master…I…” She hoped with everything she had that her beloved master would understand her desire and gave her mercy. And as if hearing her prayer, Sitana rose to her feet as slowly as she nodded. Her smile was soft and warm as she moved to stand between Somelia’s legs and looked down at her. She cupped the poor servant’s round cheeks and thumbed the skin near the corners of her eyes.
“…you treacherous servant—desiring the son of your master. It seems like I still need to train you like before,”
Somelia cocked her head to one side. Her lips parted and the quiet “…yes” that slipped from them was like a pin dropping in the impossible stillness around them.
Sitana licked her soft lips and pressed them against Somelia, who sucked the bottom one into her mouth and put her now trembling hands on her master’s narrow hips. Confident, yet gentle and searching, this kiss was unlike any of the stumbling tries she’d endured before—it seems like her master was indeed getting aroused. Pretty badly at that.
Since Sitana never looks for other men after her two husbands’ death, Sitana was throwing all her lust and desire to her and her sisters. Though that had been stopped when she found solace in His Highness embrace, since the Second Prince departed from the Northern Border, the Demon Empress had once again started using them to relieve her lust—well, not like they have any complaints about it. In fact, she and her sisters were so honored and delighted when she does it.
The tip of Sitana’s tongue found the part of her lips with ease, ran around the inside of the full moue, and slid against teeth for an instant before retreating. This kiss felt real. More than ever before—she had never done something like this before. It seems like her sexual plays and antics have been broadened quite lately, Somelia didn’t know how or why but she was feeling excited all about it.
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An immediate throb registered between Somelia’s legs. More. She cried out inwardly.
The kiss lingered, like an old friend reacquainting itself to her. It was a conversation. Sitana’s lips invited her in, and her tongue replied with great enthusiasm. When Somelia felt those lips move to her cheeks and her eyebrows, she sighed. The gentle attentions were soothing, but also awakened her need for touch. She wanted a thousand more kisses like that. And more. She wanted her master.
And this beautiful Empress of the Great Demon Empire wanted her too.
Then, suddenly Sitana stopped. Under her reluctant gaze, Sitana smiled playfully and returned to the bed.
“Haa… Haa…” Somelia felt her chest tightening, and could barely breathe. Her limbs felt weak from desire and longing. Even so, she kept crawling towards her master, as if lured by an invisible hand.
“!!!”
As Somelia lifted her head in midst of heavy panting, she saw something completely unexpected; the Demon Empress legs were wide open in front of her, fully exposing genitals. They glistened with wetness, opening like the lips of a mouth as the Demon Empress stirred them up with her fingers.
The breathless servant gasped at the obscenity of the sight in front of her eyes.
“Mas…master…” Somelia mumbled softly.
Sitana looked at her.
As her eyes met Somelia’s, a small smile formed on her beautiful face, much less innocent than the one from before—also already dyed in lust.
The Demon Empress narrowed eyes were overflowing with lust, and she licked her lips like a beast having caught its prey. Somelia, the prey, was completely bewitched by the alluring shine in those eyes, and her breathe becomes even more rapid.
“And now…for your punishment, you lustful servant of mine,” Sitana spoke slowly, running her index finger across Somelia’s chin.
Her skin felt so warm, and that wasn’t all. Her heavy breathing let out that same sweet fragrance Somelia had smelled since a while ago.
“Lick it!”
Somelia took a moment to admire Sitana’s technique before acknowledging the invitation being extended by her coy smile. After a few seconds, Sitana clasped her hand behind Somelia’s head and guided her mouth towards her finger. And as if bewitched by a fox, Somelia kissed the crease of her master’s groin, tracing her hairline up and down on both sides. Lingering for a moment, she breathed his anticipation towards the centre of her loins. She brought her other hand up to grab gently at her hair as the flat of her tongue embraced her clitoris.
Somelia’s tongue massaged her clit in a consistent circular motion while she simultaneously began to tease the outer edges her vagina with the pad of her thumb.
Sitana couldn’t see anything through her makeshift blindfold; her eyelids were bound shut in ecstasy. She immersed herself completely in the moment, forgetting that the source of her pleasure was in fact coming from another person, her devoted slave.
Somelia maintained a steadfast stream of tongue circles and thumb massages, only to be interrupted by occasionally delving deeper into her vaginal canal with a curious index finger. She then traced back up the internal wall only to return to the pulsing shallow end. There was a sudden shift in how the intensity was manifesting inside the Great Demon Empress.
That mysterious understanding that distinguishes appreciation of pleasure and anticipation of something more.
It was subtle at first, as it always is. The heat trickling out from between her legs began to surpass that which was being produced by her loyal slave’s mouth. She felt a spasm in her hip muscles and pressed into it. Her butt cheeks pressed closer towards each other and the edges of her vaginal opening wrapped tightly around the tip of Somelia’s thumb. As this tension continued to grow, an imaginary wind passed over her shoulders and caused a shiver to swell, which moved leisurely down to the small of her back.
Sitana fought the urge to tuck her spasming tail under and pushed further into her hips, pressing deeper into Somelia’s face. The poor and feeling lucky slave didn’t falter—using her free hand to support her sacrum while she shuffled into the perfect position. Sitana’s abdomen went taut, and her chin tucked towards her chest as her throat tightened up as if to prevent the rise from escaping through her mouth. Her knuckles went white on the edge of the bed.
“Aaaahhh... Ooohhh…”
Her breath grew deep and concentrated. Though every muscle fiber in her body was firing, she was paralyzed. After a moment of silence, the force of release washed over her and her hips began to collapse into her devoted servant’s hand. Sitana released her grip on the bed and grabbed on to either side of Somelia’s head.
“So cheeky and excited. Am I really that delicious?” Sitana spoke with mirth on her eyes. “Although I don’t mind, you should slow down just a little,” she gasped.
“… …” With replying, not like she could, Somelia followed her master’s direction and allowed her beloved master to relish in the hot-cold gush of liquid energy racing down the length of her spine and out the tips of her toes. She gulped in her inhales like she hadn’t breathed in years, and sputtered each exhale out through chattering teeth as she met the build and subsequent release of every mini pulsation that followed.
Despite the gradual decrease in intensity, each clench of the muscular wall took a little longer to let go, as if clinging to a distant memory that was already gone.
Somelia took a moment to admire her beloved master in her post-orgasmic bliss while her hand was cupping her own wet mound. She was pressing her hand against it, running her index finger up and down her little slit. The wetness was already seeping out, making her finger creamy slick with her juices. Finally, she seemed to be unable to hold back anymore. Her fingers were stroking deeper and faster in her slit—and then furiously moving up and down her pussy.
One could hear the slick, wet sounds her fingers made as she masturbated in front of her beloved master.
Sitana watched her as she plunged her fingers deep into her vagina. She could hear how wet she was—the wet squishy sounds of her fingers furiously fucking herself. Somelia seemed to have noticed Sitana watching her with great interest. Knowing that her beloved and most adored master was watching her doing something so obscene drove her wild—this caused her pussy to get even wetter and throbbing. Her hips went ballistic and she started humping her hand. She could even feel her wetness flowing out over her hand as her fingers rubbed her stiff, swollen clit.
Somelia’s panting increased and she started squealing and going over the edge—however before she could, her arm was grasped and her fingers stopped from thrusting in.
Somelia raised her eyes and saw Sitana looking at her with a naughty expression.
Her body was already drenched in sweat and Sitana looked at her, smiling—
“Who said you can play with yourself?” she said. “Isn’t this supposed to be a punishment for you…?” After saying that, Sitana crawled towards the bed and repositioned herself in the pillows. She looked like a sex goddess, and Somelia was her servant. Then, from her position on the bed, Sitana pulled her knees up and flashed Somelia her lovely, delicate vulva.
“And you know what your punishment is, don’t you?” she grinned mischievously.
At this time, a certain face appeared in Somelia’s mind—that same playful grin, indeed, he was her son…!
Casting her eyes at her master, Somelia saw a lusting woman in front of her—erect nipples kissed by a camisole with bare ass cheeks divided by purple lace. The Great Demon Empress was smoldered. Her nipples had darkened, and her vulva lips were full. Entranced, Somelia crawled onto the bed in front of her, moving in between her legs.
When she was closed, Sitana leaned over and rubbed her silk covered nipples on her face. Craving skin to skin contact, she then lifted her camisole.
“Kiss me,” she ordered. Then, Sitana felt something wet touched her, and instantly, her eyes turned crescent as she let out a moan. Somelia’s tongue was slowly moving up and down her neck.
“That’s it… worship me,” Sitana moaned as she felt Somelia’s hand touching her chest. Somelia then opened Sitana’s camisole and began massaging her breasts in a circular motion. Even more, shivers ran up Sitana’s spine as her body bent into a slight arch.
The expression on Somelia’s face grew even more obscene as she continued to fondle her master’s body. She circled Sitana’s breast gently with her fingertips, causing the body of the Great Demon Empress to twitch lightly.
“That’s right…that’s right, if you do well, I might even give you to my son,” Looking at her, Sitana suddenly muttered as she arched her body from pleasure. She then hooked her legs around Somelia’s back, pulling her towards her and let out a long hum of approval. “My son loves beauties, he would surely be delighted if I give you to him as his present. Hmmm, I was thinking of what to give him when he arrived but now, I decided. That’s right, I will let him enjoy you, aaahhh!! He would surely mess you up and fuck you over and over again…!”
Somelia’s body shivered as she heard Sitana’s words. Her eyes widened in shock. Will she really do something like that? Her being treated as a tool by her beloved master to easily give to someone else—normally she would feel hurt and be humiliated. However, for some reason, her body started to feel even hotter.
His Highness Aanuel’s smiling face appeared in her mind. When Sitana had described to her what she and her son would do to her as if he was just a piece of tool, it ramped her up. She imagined how her beloved master and Empress would sizzle watching her beloved son do sexual things with her.
Somelia halted her actions; she stared at Sitana’s grinning face.
“Do you not want it?” said Sitana, as she gazed down her body. “…if you don’t, just say it and I will choose someone else” she muttered with a mischievous expression.
Somelia felt her pussy tightened.