My haremettes knew what I liked. Was the panting display they put on more than what was the reasonable biological response to me pulling down my zipper? Absolutely. Was it fake? Absolutely not. The fantastic thing about the sapient mind was that one’s active desires could shape one’s subconscious just as much as the reverse. Monks could ignore the fact that they were on fire. A well-trained submissive could very well believe that the mere sight of her dom’s cock put her on the edge of orgasm. A thought that then became reality.

Esther shamelessly nuzzled her face against my underwear, after I had kicked away my discarded pants. Barely, the waistband managed to contain my engorged manhood. Through the thin cloth, I felt her breathing. Her lips brushed over my sack. Deeply, she inhaled, eyelids fluttering in the process.

I groaned lustfully, to encourage such behaviour in the future. “Good girl.” The two words became ever more common and remained more delightful in their effect. I ran a hand through the glowing woman’s hair until I arrived at the ribbon she used to keep her raven mane in relative order. One firm tug, and the cascade of black was freed. Her untameable hair spread out, a rebellious strand settling between her eyes.

A moan made my attention shift to Aclysia. My maid had her hands between her clenched thighs, working herself for me to see. Gone was the diligent elegance of her kneeling, replaced entirely with needful leaning forwards. Mouth agape, nostrils flaring, she attempted to get a taste of my manhood while staying just far enough away that Esther could continue with whatever she wanted.

What the lady of my love wanted, however, was secondary. In the bedroom, my authority was absolute. “Come closer,” I ordered Aclysia.

“Yes, Master,” she responded devotedly, wiggling over the rest of the way. I pulled her pale head towards my crotch. “Ah!” she cried, the movement of her fingers growing audibly faster and wetter as she inhaled my scent. The heat of my cock was pressed against the maidly lady’s features.

I left them to it for a moment. In competition and mutual assurance, they grinded against my underwear, staining the fabric with wet kisses and soft licks. Softly tanned with black hair and snow white with colourless hair, they made for an immensely pleasing contrast, albeit not strong enough to categorize them as opposites.

I tossed my shirt to the side, tempting a further increase in their heat. Up and down my thigh, Esther’s hands crawled, her naked tits brushing against me. Openly drooling against my underwear, Aclysia’s masturbation slowed as her quivers intensified. “M-master, may I… cum?” she asked.

A hand placed on her cheek, Aclysia leaned into my touch like an attention starved puppy. The tremors grew more desperate, the longer she kept herself on the edge. “Climax for me, my Aclysia,” I finally allowed her.

It only took three seconds for her to make good on my words. Kneeling before me, her eyes closed, she inhaled deeply, and then she moaned audibly. The spasms of a soft orgasm rolled through her still fully clothed form. White eyebrows moved, changing her expression from tense to blissful, and back again, until she let out a held breath.

“Thank you, Master,” she whispered.

“You should thank me,” I told her, my scolding tone causing her to open her eyes immediately. When meeting my gaze, she relaxed just a little bit. “I told you to serve and you began pleasuring yourself.”

“A poor showing, servant Aclysia,” Esther added.

“I-I intensely apologize!” the half elf declared immediately. She would have kow-towed before me, had I not still had a hand on her head. “Your magnificent form, Master, your scent, I could not resist, I…” Under my hard gaze, her words faded into a mumble.

“I allowed you to,” I told her. “Remember that, if you want to be a good girl. All pleasure that you earn in this room, you earn through what pleases me.”

Aclysia shivered and whispered, “Esther made a similar statement at the start of the week.”

I raised an eyebrow at her and the lady of my love confirmed with a nod. ‘Interesting and expected,’ I thought. That my Queen had a dominant side to her had been apparent for quite some time now. To have her live that out through our new and potential future haremettes was a fantasy I was eager to live out. To have Esther submit to me was all the more enticing for her having power over everyone else. “In any case, it is time you serve me properly, my darling submissives.”

Guiding their arms to my waistband, I had both of them hook their fingers under my underwear. They glanced at one another, then gave it a soft nod and carefully peeled back this last article of my clothing.

The head of my cock glistened already, precum smeared all over it. Hard, long, and girthy, it stood at full erection, trembling with every one of my heartbeats. Barely, they managed to keep their attention from it for long enough to see my underwear fully drop to the floor. Then, they both presented their faces. My cock became settled between their noses.

“So hoooooot,” Aclysia swooned. “May I lick it, Master?”

“You both are ordered to,” I clarified and was treated to hastily extending tongues working the base of my manhood. My hands sooned directed their efforts elsewhere. First I had them worship my balls in unison. Aclysia sucked on them without the slightest bit of hesitation. Under her breath she whispered devoted, sweet nothings, until I had her lips pressed against the side of my shaft. “Good girls,” I complimented them with a pleasured groan, while they slid up my shaft.

The further towards the head they travelled, the more intense the stimulation got. Tongues bathed the full length, left and right, Aclysia and Esther doing their best to taste all of me. My pleasure rose sharply. It had been a week for me too and this was a previously unfulfilled fantasy that I had harboured since I had sexual urges, now obliged by two of the most gorgeous women I had ever laid eyes upon.

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I had Esther arrive at the tip first and pulled Aclysia back to give our Queen the space to work. Ruby red lips wrapped around the precum dripping head. A sharp moan escaped both of us – me from being inside of her hot mouth, her from the taste. Esther placed a hand flat against my groin, keeping my cock steady as she took my length into her throat. She struggled, but still kept moving, until I was sheathed all the way inside her.

Little sounds of suppressed gag reflexes accompanied the stay of my cock deep in her throat. Esther held, staring at me with dilated pupils. The tight, slimy walls twitched around my length. There was a request in those beautiful orbs of amber.

“Always eager for more training,” I hummed and grabbed her head with both hands. Esther tried her best to keep her eyes open and I proceeded to thrust in and out of her face, like it was just another fuckable hole. No, not like it was. I was doing my best to make it one.

“Glack! Glack! Glack!” the depraved sounds of her throat getting penetrated filled the bedroom. Aclysia barely stayed her hands, watching us. I had to wonder what state her panties were in at this point. Same was true for Esther. Neither of them had been given the opportunity or order to lose their clothes, remaining or otherwise.

I rapidly pulled out of Esther’s throat, too close to orgasm. I considered, for a second, taking a break to order Aclysia to strip. My need to release disagreed. I reasoned that it was better to cum swiftly and recover afterwards, than to teeter continuously on the edge.

My cock was connected to Esther’s lips by viscous strands of various juices mixed together. Already, the face of the lady of my love was a mess. I wondered how much worse I would make it over the course of the evening. Before that, I would make a mess out of Aclysia as well.

The maid beheld my deepthroated cock like it was the most gorgeous thing in the world. “Have you ever sucked a cock before?” I asked her.

“Not a real one,” Aclysia purred with soft confidence. A feeling I put to the test. Without hesitation, she opened up wide. Eagerly, her tongue met me, targeting the sensitive spot at the underside of the glans, before she took it deeper inside.

There was no resistance to sliding into her tight throat. “Oh fuck,” I gasped, hilting against her pillowy pink lips before I knew it. I wasted no time to look in her emerald eyes for permission. My hands clawed into her orderly white hair and I fucked her face at my pace.

Aclysia’s eyes rolled up. Moans reverberated in her throat, almost as loud as my balls slapping against her chin. Hands submissively folded on her squirming lap, she kept on letting me use her, until I could see her spasm orgasmically for the second time this evening.

Almost, I blew my load then and there. With the last of my will, I pulled out, leaving behind a half elf with a gaping mouth. A blissful expression reflected in her eyes, while the aftershocks of her orgasm travelled through her. Her thoroughly combed hair was mildly dishevelled from my treatment.

“Did you climax from having your throat used?” Esther asked, while I was still breathing too heavily to do so.

“Elves have erogenous zones at the back of their mouth that activate when sufficiently turned on,” Aclysia responded with a dreamy smile. “I’ve never orgasmed from them alone, however.”

I committed this previously unknown and very interesting fact about elves to memory. “I must express envy,” Esther stated and almost reached for Aclysia’s face, before she remembered that my ‘no touching’ order was still in effect. Instead, she turned to me and my desperately twitching cock. “Master,” she cooed and opened her mouth invitingly.

I thrust my cock into her mouth and fucked it hard. Even if she could not physically orgasm from it, Esther’s enjoyment at the rough treatment was evident in every gasp and every shift of her curvy form. I used her as my toy. Used her tight, progressively better trained throat as a cocksleeve. My only goal was to get off.

Somehow, I held on for long enough to desire a change in pace. I let her take over. Esther not only obliged, bobbing her head along my length, but soon let Aclysia have her turn. The maid took me in as easily of her own volition as she had let me fuck her face. With utter devotion, she tended to my cock, as if nothing else existed in the world.

Then it was Esther again. Methodically and at the quick pace she knew I wanted at this moment, she pleased me with mouth and hand. I gave them both an overt hint on what to do, dragging Aclysia towards my sack while Esther sucked the upper half of my shaft. One worshipped the heavy seed-storage and the other coerced it into emptying a part of it. Back and forth like that, they served me, until I could hold on no longer.

Esther knew the twitching of my cock as the sign it was. Lips tightly wrapped around the tip, she masturbated my length with rapid, blurry pumps. My hips pushed forwards involuntarily. My balls tightened under Aclysia’s kisses. All motion stopped, except for Esther’s worshipping tongue. My shaft tensed. My seed rushed up through it.

Thick and in big quantity, my cum blasted into her in several intense ropes. My perception was limited to her hot mouth. The pleasure of the moment robbed me of all other senses. A couple of seconds felt like they were drawn out into eternity. I swayed dangerously, but I managed to keep standing.

Esther resumed pumping my cock, this time more leisurely. When she had milked the remains of my load from my shaft, she pulled back. She did not ask for permission to approach Aclysia. Not that she could or, in this instance, needed to. There was no dimension in which I would have denied what came next.

Aclysia opened her mouth eagerly. Although swiftly pressed together, between their lips a trickle of my seed still escaped. Back and forth, the white liquid was passed between my two haremettes. They both moaned at the taste, eagerly sinking deeper into the depravity of their new lifestyle. The more they embraced it, the more it became true.

Sexual energy lay so thick in the room, it was almost enough to keep me erect. Although my cock did not truly soften, it could no longer be likened to a steel rod. A little break was appropriate, to fix that state of affairs. There was much to do outside of me anyway.

I plopped down on the cushions, just as the last of my cum was swallowed. The two haremettes separated, gazing at each other and then at me lovingly. “You two are absolutely gorgeous,” I whispered to them. “Sharp witted, wonderful women, that can read my every desire from my mind.”

“You wear them plain, my Karitas.” Esther separated from Aclysia and then kneeled in front of me again. An example the maid swiftly followed, when her mind was no longer clouded by dreamy satisfaction.

I still could not entirely believe that Aclysia was so easily capable of climaxing from blowjobs. There should have been a limit to just how perfect a servant a single woman could have been. Yet, there she was. A set of fitting traits moulded by a deliberate upbringing into a flawless maid along every axis. Pleasure in submission, diligent, and dangerous, all a servant could be requested to be.

Esther licked her lips. “What do you desire next, Master?”