Chapter 2: Azur Lane - Gloucester
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Today had been quite exhausting. He returned to his room much later than usual, thanks to the mounting stack of documents on his desk. Fortunately, having Belfast as his secretary meant that what would have taken two days' work could be completed with just a little effort.
As he opened the door, a faint scent greeted him, triggering some distant memories. "Good evening, Master. It seems you were a little late today," the woman in a maid outfit greeted him, her figure seemingly perfect as she gracefully lifted the hem of her dress. Her ample chest nearly overflowed, giving the impression that it could burst at any moment.
"Gloucester?" he inquired, approaching the maid and removing his coat, which she dutifully took from him. "I thought today's rotation was with Edinburgh."
The purple-haired maid shook her head. "She got into trouble with the queen again, so I'm filling in for her."
"I see," he replied, not making much of a fuss. The royal maids had a daily rotation system, taking turns to personally care for him throughout the day. However, that didn't always lead to the kind of situation that might come to mind, although some maids were quite forward with their services.
"You must be tired, Master," she observed. "You can take a seat."
He simply nodded. Sofa and armchair were arranged in front of his study, with bookshelves lining the walls adorned with potted plants, exotic trinkets, tapestries, and table lamps.
Though the room was beautifully decorated, he seldom used it for its intended purpose.
In any case, he took a seat on the armchair, leaning back with both hands resting on the armrest. The maid followed closely behind, stopping in front of him. There was a hint of citrus in the air, as if she had taken the time to learn his preferences.
"You've been behaving quite well lately, Master," Gloucester remarked. "Allow me, as your maid, to relieve some of your burdens."
He nodded in agreement. "I trust you, Gloucester. I'm in your care."
"Thank you, Master," she replied without hesitation. With practiced ease, she knelt before him, her face flushed as it neared his pelvis. He lifted his hips slightly to facilitate her task, undoing his belt and letting his trousers drop to the floor.
"Perhaps I should have taken a bath beforehand," he mused.
"This state is perfectly fine, Master. There's nothing to be ashamed of, and some women may even find it appealing," Gloucester reassured him.
"Are you one of them?" he playfully teased.
The maid simply focused on her task, ignoring his question. She undid the last of his underwear, allowing his member to hang freely, its curvature accentuated by gravity. Gloucester gently began to rub it up and down with her gloved hand, applying a rhythmic motion. Her other hand didn't remain idle either, as she delicately massaged his balls to elicit a stronger response. He let out a grunt in response to her ministrations.
"Remarkable as always, Master," she commented, adding a touch of spice to their heated encounter. " I can't even wrap my hand around it."
He didn't respond verbally, instead immersing himself in the sensations coursing through his pelvis. Her touch was exquisite, causing it to tremble and twitch like an eager creature. Gloucester expertly focused on stroking the underside of his throbbing shaft, her fingers teasing the bulging vein. Beads of pre-cum glistened at the tip, prompting a slight frown from the maid. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before eagerly diving down to his pelvis.
Her warm lips delicately enveloped the crown of his cock, her tongue teasing and cleaning off any trace of pre-cum, leaving it coated in her saliva. The warmth of her mouth was intoxicating as she steadily took him deeper, one-fourth of his length at a time. Her devilish tongue skillfully caressed the underside of his shaft, paying special attention to the most sensitive area just behind the crown.
Her yellow eyes gleamed with pleasure as she looked up at him, ensuring their gaze remained connected. It was clear that she was devoted to her beloved good-for-nothing Master.
The room resonated with wet sounds and groans, while time seemed to lose all meaning for the Commander, who relished in the skillful suction provided by the Royal Maid. Losing focus meant premature climax, and after years of exclusive service, the maid had perfected her expertise in this particular domain.
The maid engaged in slow, shallow thrusts, supporting herself with one hand on his hips for balance. Her other hand diligently stroked the portion of his shaft untouched by her saliva, alternating between upper and lower strokes. Eventually, her hand reached his testicles, which she gently massaged. They hung low and felt heavy in her grasp, while her dainty, gloved fingers added an extra layer of pleasure to the experience.
With her mouth still full of his girth, the woman emitted a contented hum. Eager to please, she deliberately inched forward toward his pelvis, taking in more of his size until her nose brushed against his hairy skin, inhaling his intoxicating scent.
"Oh... fuck," he moaned, his gaze fixed on the submissive maid, who had her mouth filled with his cock. Her cheeks flushed as her tongue silently glided along his girth, while her throat accommodated the increasing heat.
Placing both hands on his thigh, the maid emitted a low hum as the need for air intensified. Her suction was purposeful, prompting a muffled moan of pleasure from the Commander. She gradually moved backward until his dick slipped out from her dainty and supple lips, with a lewd thread of saliva serving as the only connection. His cock glistened with her saliva, forming a rivulet.
Nevertheless, she didn't leave his cock hanging in the air, as it twitched, yearning for her warmth. She sensually kissed the tip, her finger tracing along the veiny surface, worshiping it with a flurry of kisses before moving up and—
"Oh..." he groaned. The maid took him deeper with swift motion before retreating slightly and pushing herself forward again. His cock repeatedly pounded the back of her throat, while her inner walls comfortably adjusted to his length.
Her tongue flicked the underside as the maid gurgled in response to his pre-cum. She quickened her pace, lavishing each part of his throbbing shaft, bobbing her head repeatedly as it filled her throat. Gazing into his eyes, a hint of mischief flashed across her face as she moaned, tilting her head slightly. Her tongue skillfully worked the side of his girth, eliciting another pleased groan from her master.
The commander raised his hand, gently caressing her purple hair, encouraging the maid to indulge in his pleasure. She obediently slurped on his cock, her nose brushing against his pubic hair as she swallowed him even deeper.
His breaths grew shallow as he struggled to maintain his concentration. The maid emitted a pleasurable hum, urging him not to hold back. Firmly grasping his thigh, she accelerated her pace with short thrusts, accommodating his cock deep within her.
The heat intensified, reaching a point where he could no longer contain the accumulated pleasure, until...
"Ooh!" His back tensed into the armchair, hips raised slightly, his hand gripping Gloucester's head tightly.
The maid dutifully took him in deeper as a continuous stream of cum flowed from his throbbing cock into her waiting mouth. His cock seemed to produce an absurd amount of semen, while the maid emitted a throaty hum, attempting to dislodge herself from his grip. The creamy texture and his enticing scent only further heightened her arousal, as her womb yearned to be filled.
She lapped her tongue fully to his girth, with suction motion from her pink lips cleaning each and every part of his length from leftover cum until it popped wetly as she dislodged herself. The maid paused, breath heavy before she took a steady gulp and swallowed the last remain of his cum on her mouth.
"I wouldn't expect anything less from you, Master," she said, her tone filled with exasperation. Despite the dreamy pink hue on her face and the heavy heaving of her chest, she maintained her poker face, her eyes fixed on his cock, which stubbornly refused to go soft.
The commander casually scratched his cheek, his gaze wandering elsewhere. "No, not in the past week," he replied.
"Not even Belfast?" she raised an eyebrow. "I find it hard to believe that someone like her wouldn't take the opportunity after spending so much time with you, Master."
He let out a light cough, unsure of the excuse he would give her. Most likely, she would find out once they were finished. That he had impregnated the head maid.
Shaking her head helplessly, she sighed, "In any case, it seems that one ejaculation won't satisfy you." She stood up and continued, "Please use my other entrance. And please avoid my lips for now, they're too dirty."
She gripped the edge of the desk, enticingly presenting her plump backside, which was visible under her long dress.
The commander quickly obliged, moving behind the purple maid and preparing himself to penetrate her. She anxiously stood on her toes, highlighting the height difference between them, as she grabbed the hem of her dress, revealing her matching stocking and garter straps underneath. He assisted her in pulling down her panties.
The color of her underwear didn't reveal much, but it was clear that she was incredibly needy and aroused. Her lips quivered with anticipation, and droplets of her arousal hung in the air, enticingly.
He smirked. "You always appear composed, but your lower lips betray your true emotions, Gloucester."
"Please, let's just get on with it, Master," she flushed, her cheeks reddening as she tried to ignore the increasing heat in her head.
He raised his cock, teasingly sliding it between her puffy lips, causing more reactions as her juices started to trickle down in rivulets.
"Ask for it," he demanded.
Her mouth quivered, a needy moan she struggled to suppress. "P-Please, Master."
He was pleased to see the usually strict Gloucester become putty in his hands. The thought of his member filling her completely and possibly impregnating her made her lose control.
"I didn't hear you," he teased.
"Master, I need your thick cock inside me. Please grant this lowly maid with your seed," she pleaded, her voice filled with desperation. "I can't take it anymore. Please."
Satisfied with her heartfelt plea, he slowly and steadily thrust forward.
"Mmm, yes!" she moaned pleasurably, waves of pleasure surging through her body. Her legs quivered as the Commander guided her to stand, his hands tightly gripping her narrow waist.
With a swift, deep thrust, his cock bottomed out, disappearing entirely into her mouth. Her cervix ached with need as he methodically thrust into her entrance.
The commander moved his hips in slow thrusts, relishing the tight grip of her velvety walls. Gloucester moaned with pleasure, her whimpering filling the room as her back arched, succumbing to waves of pleasure.
His attention shifted to her back, her breasts still hidden beneath her code dress, lightly swaying with each thrust. He used one hand to pull up her dress, revealing her large, perky breasts, which hung in the air without a bra. He eagerly grabbed and squeezed them, enjoying their texture and size, moving his hips in sync with her moans of pleasure.
His finger sank deeper into the soft pillow-like flesh. Moving upward, Gloucester moaned lewdly as he tugged on her pink, erect nipples. He imagined them filled with milk someday, relishing the idea of sucking on them. But for now, he was content with the pleasure they provided.
Her inner walls quivered in sync with his thoughts, eliciting a pleased hum from the commander as he thrust into her with abandon, bringing her to new heights of pleasure. Beads of saliva trailed from her mouth as she continued moaning.
Her peach-shaped buttocks glowed red as his hips smacked against them, causing her to whimper in pleasure. Her tight walls squeezed tightly around him as he pumped into her velvety depths.
With one hand still gripping her waist, he brought down a sharp slap on her buttock.
"Hyaaa~" the masochistic maid moaned in pleasure. Her tight walls clenched even tighter around him as he continued riding her. Another handprint appeared on her left cheek before he moved to the other side, eliciting another pleasurable yelp from her.
Her plump buttocks rippled with each thrust, pleasing his eyes as he kneaded them with his hands, his fingers sinking into her warm flesh.
The room was filled with tight moans and grunts as their passionate encounter painted the once-clean space with a sense of debauchery. Sweat coated the purple maid's naked back as her mind went numb from the pleasure each time he thrust deeply inside her, pounding her womb with reckless abandon.
But it wasn't enough for her. She began to move her hips backward, synchronizing her thrusts with her beloved master. This reaction caused her walls to weep as they secreted more juices to ease the abuse they were enduring, creating a pool beneath them. Obediently taking his girthy length from behind, the desk started to creak from their wild mating ritual.
"I can't hold back any longer," her master exclaimed, gripping her waist even tighter and increasing the pace. Moans were stifled from the maid as he slammed into her mercilessly, his purpose clear – to make her pregnant with his child. A duty she would gladly bear if it was for him. What had started as ordinary service had turned into something dirty and salacious.
Her womb quivered with the imminent heat rising from his turgid rod. Their lust reached its peak until...
''Ah! Yes, yes~!'' She audibly moaned, feeling the warmth of raw pleasure coursing through both of them as they climaxed together. The commander thrust even further into the maid, his hips shifting slightly as the momentum breached her cervix slightly, enough for the tip to poke, as he continuously pumped his seed into her fertile chamber. Dollops of cum poured and invaded her, seeking to fertilize an egg carelessly.
She twitched underneath him, feeling something just popped inside her, though she smiled inwardly at the hidden meaning. Her body accommodated her master's deepest desire as nature ordained.
Their union was cut short as Gloucester fell to her knees, excess cum that her swollen entrance couldn't contain pooling beneath her. Her breasts heaved, and a trail of saliva adorned her lips. Both of them were panting tiredly.
He looked to him and she couldn't help but cooed inwardly that his cock was still rock hard and her insides were still aching despite the numerous abuses they had gone through. Shifting her position, she enticingly kissed his cock, before her tongue diligently worked to clean the traces of their love liquid.
The commander simply hummed lightly as the maid began her work in earnest, but both of them were still not satisfied.
Once she dislodged her lips, he hoisted her up and led the way to the bedroom to begin another round.
It was when nine months had passed, and he was overjoyed to see that his family had grown. To his surprise, both of the maids delivered on the same day. The cries of newborns filled the entire base, turning the occasion into a joyous celebration.
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