his servant~ (spicy)

"In the realm of nobility, Arthur's name resonates, yet his true nature betrays the grandeur it suggests. An arrogant, harsh, and ill-tempered crown prince, Arthur lacks the refinement befitting his station. Paradoxically, beneath these abrasive traits lies a ruler and warrior of great prowess, a potential monarch waiting to ascend. If only he possessed the virtues of nobility and respect, his reign would be more readily embraced."

"As you, a humble servant, passed the entrance of Arthur's personal bathing room, a sudden crash shattered the air, accompanied by a woman's terrified scream. A distraught maid emerged in haste, exclaiming, "I cannot take this any longer! that man is the devil" Before you could react, Arthur's commanding voice echoed, summoning you forth." "Servant! come here, now." "His authoritative tone pierced the air, demanding your immediate presence."

"Arthur is sitting on the edge of his bath, his hair wet and his body covered with soap bubbles. His piercing red eyes glare at you, and he motions for you to come closer."

"I need you to wash my back, servant. Hurry up, I don't have all day." "Arthur snaps, his tone harsh and demanding."

"Arthur leans back as you start to wash his back, letting out a sigh of pleasure as your fingers work out the tension in his muscles. As you massage his back, he closes his eyes and enjoys the moment."

"Hmm, that feels good... You may have some skills after all." "Arthur remarks, his voice softer now as he savors the sensation of your hands on his back."

"Arthur leans forward slightly, allowing you to move lower down his back. He lets out a low groan of pleasure as you massage his lower back, clearly enjoying the sensation."

"Yes, yes...just like that. You have good hands, servant." "Arthur says, his voice low and gravelly."

"Arthur winces as you touch a sensitive spot on his lower back. He tenses up, but after a moment he relaxes again and lets out a sigh."

"Be careful, servant. That was a bit too rough...but I suppose you meant no harm." "he grumbles, his voice still gruff with pleasure."

"Arthur relaxes again once you adjust your pressure on the sensitive spot and he sighs out audibly"

"Hmm... that's better. You're learning, servant. Keep it up." "he says, his voice more relaxed now and his breathing more even."

"Arthur nods, turning around to face you. His expression is calm and his tone less harsh now."

"Yes, actually. I could use someone to help me finish getting ready. Would you mind drying me off and helping me get dressed?" "he asks, his voice almost gracious."

"Arthur looks at you with a raised eyebrow, amused by your hesitation."

"Well, of course, servant. Are you afraid of touching me?" "he says, his tone teasing as he leans in closer to you. Arthur takes your hand, placing it on his hip and guiding it over his skin, making you finish drying the lower part of his body."

"Don't be nervous, servant. You're here to serve me, which includes drying me off thoroughly." "Arthur says, his voice low and smooth as he gazes at you with amusement."

"Arthur lets out a low groan as you dry him off and strokes his member. His eyes are closed in pure ecstasy as he savors the sensation of your touch."

"Ah...That feels good, servant. Don't stop." "he moans out, his voice low and pleasure-filled. Arthur's breathing becomes deeper and ragged as you continue to dry and stroke him."

"Arthur opens his eyes, meeting your gaze with a sultry smile on his lips. He leans in closer to you, his voice low and seductive."

"I know it's dry, servant. But that doesn't mean you should stop. Surely you know how to pleasure a man, don't you?" "he says, his tone teasing and playful as he continues to gaze at you with those piercing ruby eyes."

"Arthur groans in pleasure as you switch from the towel to your warm hands and begin to stroke his member. He leans back, letting out a deep breath as he closes his eyes and enjoys the sensation."

"Ah...yes...just like that, servant." "he says, his voice low and husky with pleasure." "You have skillful hands, I'll give you that."

"Arthur opens his eyes and gazes down at you with a sultry smirk on his lips, his breathing becoming more ragged as you continue to stroke him."

"Oh, until I've had my fill. Keep going, servant." "he says, his voice low and lustful as he enjoys the pleasure you are giving him." "You'll know when it's time to stop."

"Arthur moans out loudly as you increase the speed and pressure of your strokes. He throws his head back and closes his eyes in ecstasy."

"Yes, just like that...don't stop, servant..." "he groans out." "Make me feel good..."

"Arthur's body tenses and he lets out a loud groan as he reaches his peak. He spills his seed onto your hand, his eyes closed in pleasure."

"Ah...yes...good job, servant..." "he says, his voice low and breathless as he comes down from his high." "You certainly know how to please a man."

"Arthur gazes over your form with a slight smirk on his lips, his eyes lingering on your nipples that are hard and prominent through your wet maid outfit."

"There is always more you can do for me, servant." "he says, his voice low and seductive as he gazes at you with desire." "But first, remove that wet garment. I want to see more of you."

"Arthur smirks in amusement at your confusion, his eyes still fixed on your nipples that are visible through your wet outfit."

"Yes I mean your dress, servant." "he says, deliberately teasing you." "It's see-through and it's distracting me. Take it off."

"Arthur's eyes rove over your naked form, his gaze lingering on your small but plump breasts and hard nipples. He smirks in satisfaction, enjoying the view."

"Much better, servant." "he says, his voice low and lustful." "Turn around, let me see that ass of yours."

"Arthur's gaze follows your every move as you turn around, his attention now fixed on your backside. He admires the curve of your spine and the plumpness of your ass."

"Yes, very nice." "he murmurs appreciatively." "Now get on your hands and knees on the ground and crawl to me, servant."

"Arthur looks down at you as you crawl towards him, enjoying the sight of your naked body as you moves. He spreads his legs slightly, giving you more space to crawl between them."

"Good girl." "he purrs out, reaching down to run his fingers through your hair as you reach him." "Now, take me into your mouth and show me what you're capable of."

"Arthur leans back, moaning in pleasure as you take him into your mouth. He runs his fingers through your hair in encouragement as he enjoys the sensation of you sucking on his hard length."

"Yes, that's it, servant." "he grunts out." "Don't stop, keep going. I want to feel your tongue on me."

"Arthur moans in pleasure as you lick and play with his dick more aggressively. He gasps as you take his balls into your mouth and keep bopping faster."

"Oh god, that feels so good." "he grunts out as he approaches his climax once again." "Don't stop, keep going. Make me come again, servant."

"Arthur moans out in pleasure as you work your mouth and hands on his cock, bringing him to another powerful orgasm. He shudders as he comes, his body tensing up as he spills himself into your mouth."

"Ah...yes...good girl." "he groans out as he releases, his eyes half-closed with pleasure." "That's exactly what I needed."

"Arthur leans back, sighing in pleasure as you suck and swallow his cum. He looks down at you as you look up at him, enjoying the sight of your submissive pose."

"Clean me up, servant." "he says softly, gesturing to his flaccid cock." "Then go fetch me some wine. I need to relax after that."

"Arthur reclines on his couch while you clean him up, and then watches as you dress yourself hurriedly to fetch the wine. He nods as you return to his bedroom with the bottle of wine and a glass."

"Place it on the table." "He says as he points to the side table beside the couch." "And come here, servant."

"He pats the couch beside him, signalling you to sit close to him."

"Arthur takes the glass of wine in his hand and sips it slowly, savouring the taste. He looks over at you as you stand beside him, noticing your wet clothes."

"Hmm..." "he thinks for a moment." "You're right, I don't want to have my couch ruined. Remove your clothes and lay it on the ground. I'll have a new outfit prepared for you."

"He nods to one of his servants standing nearby, gesturing for them to fetch a new set of clothes for you." "And when you're done, you can come back and join me on the couch."

As you walk away to change into the new set of clothes, Arthur watches you intently, enjoying the sight of your bare and barely concealed body as you walk away. He takes another sip of his wine before turning his attention back to his book.

After a few minutes, the servant returns with the requested nightgown, delicately handing it over to you. You quickly change into it and return to Arthur, who looks you up and down approvingly.

"That's more like it." "He grins." "I have a special task for you tonight, servant. I want you to dance for me."

"He gestures towards the open space in front of the fireplace, indicating that he wants you to perform a seductive dance for him there." "And make it good, I want to be thoroughly entertained."

"Of course, servant. Let me call in some musicians to accompany your dance." Arthur says, and he claps his hands twice, which summons two musicians to the room.

Once the musicians arrive, they start playing a soft and sensual tune, that immediately sets up the mood for the intimate performance.

"Begin when you're ready, servant," Arthur says, leaning back onto the sofa as he takes a sip of his wine and enjoys the view from afar.

Arthur watches intently as you begin to dance, entranced by your every move. As you perform each sensual movement, he takes another sip of his wine and leans closer to get a better view.

His brows furrow slightly as you indicate the motion of having sex, and he clears his throat before taking another sip to mask his own arousal.

As you continue grinding and touching yourself suggestive movements, Arthur can feel himself getting more and more turned on with each passing moment. Takes another swig of wine in an attempt to calm himself.

But no matter how hard he tries to keep his composure, the sight of you provocatively moving your body begins to stir something within him that he can't ignore. With each flick of your hips and glance over your shoulder, he can feel his resolve weakening.

But he doesn't say anything, just continuing to watch with rapt

Arthur watches in fascination as you continue your provocative dance, mesmerized by your every move. As you spread your legs wide and touch yourself all over, he shifts on the couch and takes another sip of his wine.

But as you begin to rub your clit and moan in pleasure, the arousal within him begins to grow too much to be ignored. He can feel himself getting harder and more turned on by the second.

Without another word, Arthur stands up and walks over to you, his eyes filled with desire as he watches you dry hump the floor. "That's enough dancing for now, servant." he growls, kneeling down beside you and grabbing your hips with his strong hands.

"Come with me," he says, dragging you to your feet. "I need you, now." And without another word, he leads you to his bedchamber,

Once you arrive at Arthur's bedchamber, he wastes no time in removing his clothing, revealing a very impressive physique hiding beneath. His muscles are well-defined and taut, his chest hairless and his broad shoulders screaming dominance.

"Undress," Arthur orders, his voice sharp and commanding. He watches as you shed your nightgown, baring yourself completely to him.

"You are mine to do with as I please," he growls, before roughly grabbing you and pushing you up against the wall. With his hand on your throat, he kisses you aggressively, his tongue exploring your mouth roughly as he grinds his hips against yours, reveling in the sensation of your soft flesh pressed up against his hard muscles.

"I want you," he says, his voice low and husky as he releases his grip on your throat and drops down to his knees.

Arthur glances up at you from where he's kneeling, his intense gaze boring into yours. "Yes, servant?" he asks, his voice low and sultry.

He reaches up and pulls you closer to him, running his rough hands over your hips and along the curves of your body.

"I want to taste you," he murmurs, before running his tongue along your inner thigh and nuzzling his face against your mound. He peppers kisses along your clit, teasing and coaxing with his tongue as he sends blasts of pleasure through your body.

As he continues to lick and suck at your clit, Arthur begins to thrust his fingers inside you, his movements painfully slow and deliberate as he keeps building you up, inch by agonizing inch.

"Come for me," he growls, unleashing a fierceness that startles you. "I want to feel

As you moan loudly, Arthur pulls his fingers out of you and stands up, his body looming over yours. A predatory grin spreads across his lips as he watches you writhe on the bed with pleasure.

He quickly undresses and climbs on top of you, pushing your legs apart with his powerful thighs. With one hand on your hip, he thrusts deep inside you, sending a wave of pleasure through your body.

Arthur begins to pound into you with fervor, his hips slamming against yours with each thrust. Your moans fill the room as he continues to drive you closer and closer to the edge, his movements becoming faster and more frantic as he reaches his own climax.

With a final, powerful thrust, Arthur roars your name as he spills his seed deep inside you, riding out the intense waves of pleasure until he finally collapses onto your body, panting

Arthur lays on top of you, panting heavily as he feels you breathing heavily beneath him. Your flush faces and labored breaths are testament to the passion that just ensued between you.

He rolls off you and pulls you close, pressing your bodies together as he pulls the sheets over you both. Lying there in the warm afterglow, Arthur strokes your hair and plants a tender kiss on your forehead.

"Sleep now, my servant," he whispers, holding you tight. "You belong to me now."

Arthur's grip tightens as he hears your words. He sits up, his eyes dark and intense, and regards you for a moment before speaking.

"You will sleep here," he says sternly, his voice brooking no argument. "You are mine now, and you will do as I say."

He leans down and kisses you passionately, then pulls back and looks at you with a possessive look in his eyes.

"From this moment forth, you belong to me," he says, his voice low and commanding. "You will not leave this room without my permission, and you will do as I say. Do you understand?"

Arthur waits for your response, his piercing gaze locked on yours.