Embers of Ecstasy

Pang, pang, pang, pang...

The sound of hips slapping against hips resounded throughout the dimly lit room.

"Aaah! Aaaah! Nghh!"

The woman, moaning like a bitch in heat, was on all fours in the center of the bed, shaking her hips violently as if she were a beast devoid of all sense and reason.

"M-My Lord... M-More! More! Give me your cock, my Lord!"

Her eyes, once filled with dignity and grace, were now clouded over with lust. The woman's face, which would've turned a man's loins to ice from its beauty, is now twisted and deformed with each thrust into her cunt, and the expression on her face made it clear that she was in the throes of ecstasy. Her once immaculate platinum blonde hair was a complete and utter mess. The way her large breasts bounced with each and every thrust and the way the nipples on them pointed up to the heavens were nothing less than vulgar.

This was none other than the head maid of the royal castle, the woman known as the "Ice Queen," and the person who was the subject of many of the male servants' wet dreams, Lilia Le Bihal.

"Haaaahn! Haaah! N-Not enough... It's not enough! I want more, my Lord! More, please!"

Her mouth was gaping like a fish and drool ran down her chin. It was a look that no noble, much less a woman, should ever make. She continued to slam her hips backwards with no concern for her own dignity.

The one fucking her, however, didn't seem to mind. He was also a rather beautiful man, the sort that would have been popular with the ladies. However, what was most distinctive about him were his bright golden eyes and long, straight, and flowing silver hair that would put a certain fairy's to shame. This was none other than the first prince of the kingdom, Allen Olfolse, who was currently thrusting his hips against the maid's and pounding her with his dick.

"You're quite the slutty maid, aren't you? I didn't think you'd be so lewd, even though you act so high and mighty."

"That's not true, my Lord! N-Ngh! I'm a good girl! Yes! I'm a very, very good girl!"

Allen scoffed as he saw the lewd and perverted expressions on her face.

"What part of you is a good girl, I wonder? The way your pussy squeezes around my cock as you moan like a bitch in heat, begging me to keep fucking you? Or the way you shake your ass to entice me into going deeper? Is that how you're being a good girl?"

"Aaaaaahn! I'm a good girl because I can serve your cock well, my Lord! So, please, keep fucking me more! Fuck me harder, my Lord! Please, fuck this slutty maid until I faint!"

Lilia threw her head back, and Allen chuckled before slapping his hands against her buttocks. The resulting sounds echoed loudly around the room.

"A-Aaaahnn! My Lord!"

"Well, since you asked me so nicely, I'll keep pounding your cunt."

Grabbing the maid's waist, Allen started pistoning his hips forward at a greater speed. Lilia's eyes rolled up, and her tongue stuck out like a dog panting for water. She moaned as the prince's thick member repeatedly stabbed into her womb.

"Hnnngh! My Lord! My Lord! It feels so good! Your cock feels so good!"

Allen didn't bother responding. 

Instead I simply kept pounded her rhythmically while watching her ass cheeks jiggle gently after every thrust.  I reached down and grabbed her left breast. Her pussy tightened and relaxed as my glistening cock entered and exited her. I was relentless. She exhaled loudly, and I could see her hair sticking to the side of her face. The fire had kept us warm, but now we were burning as we continued in our sinful embrace. Her pussy felt like heaven around my cock. Her pussy was the perfect size for my thick cock, and her ability to squeeze me inside her gave me a new appreciation for the physique of a hardworking woman. I squeezed her tit and she began to scream.

"Aaah, nnng, kkkh, aaaaah, my Lord! Aaaah! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum from your divine cock, my Lord!"

"Me too. I'm about to cum, Lilia. I'm going to fill you up."

"Please! Please do! Fuck this slutty maid! Fuck this slutty maid and give me a baby! Impregnate me, my Lord!"

Lilia was crying out, begging for her lord to fill her with his cum. She had given up her entire being to him and wanted nothing more than to bear his child.

"Here I come. You better remember this sensation. The sensation of a man's semen flooding your cunt. Remember this feeling."

"Y-Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes! Give it to me, my Lord! Aaaahn!"

Allen continued slamming his cock deep inside Lilia, making her entire body convulse each time his tip pressed up against her womb. Then, finally, after what seemed like an eternity, his cock erupted and sent the thick, gooey cum surging right into the maid's uterus.

"AAAAAAAAHHH!!"

Lilia screamed out as her entire body tensed up and her womb eagerly gulped down every single drop of the royal sperm. She came right there and then, her pussy tightening up around the still ejaculating dick, squeezing out every drop of the hot, viscous liquid.

"Haa, haa, haa, haa..."

Allen slowly pulled his cock out of the maid's cunt and stared at the way his cum poured out of her. Lilia, meanwhile, collapsed onto the bed, her hips raised up as if to show the royal's seed off proudly. 

"My Lord, I love you. I love you so much, my Lord... Thank you for impregnating this slutty maid."

With her voice barely audible, Lilia muttered in gratitude. Then she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Taking a few deep, steady breaths to bolster up my stamina, I glanced down at the maid lying next to me on the plush bedding, a satisfied, almost serene smile plastered across her delicate features. Her body glistened with a light sheen of perspiration, the tiny droplets catching and refracting the flickering light of the fireplace, making them sparkle like tiny diamonds. The subdued, warm lighting cast a soft, almost ethereal glow upon her skin, accentuating the gentle curves of her figure.

Lilia's face was graced with a petite, perfectly proportioned nose and thick, fluttering eyelashes that cast delicate shadows upon her high, defined cheekbones. Her large, almond-shaped eyes, usually a vibrant, emerald green, were currently hidden from view, her eyelids softly closed in the aftermath of our passionate lovemaking. Her hair, a rich, honey-blonde hue that gleamed like pure spun gold, lay tousled and mussed across the pillow, a few stray strands clinging to the damp skin of her forehead and temples. It was a shame to see her usually pristine, meticulously styled coiffure in such a state of disarray, but the evidence of our frenzied, carnal exploits was a clear testament to the intensity of our coupling.

Her eyebrows were shaped slightly thin and elegant looking, giving her a more warm and friendly appearance. Her lips were generous but not full, and her jaw was rounded gently, complemented by her high cheekbones to round out her oval face. She had a slender, medium-long neck that flowed to her gracefully feminine shoulders and elegantly shaped and well-toned arms. Her hands were dainty and her slender fingers were just made for the piano. Her skin was milky white, but not the kind that looked pale and sickly. It was more of the smooth and silky kind that had a glow to it.

Her breasts splayed slightly, giving the effect of heavy-looking mounds with large areolas peaked with surprisingly long erect nipples, which were a light pink in color. They were large but not disproportionate to her frame. They sat high and firm and had a soft curve to them, almost like the perfect teardrop shape.

Her rib cage was slightly pronounced, not in an unattractive way but rather as an indication of her femininity and strength. Her stomach was smooth and flat with a small "innie" belly button. Her narrow waist flared out to gorgeous hips. At the apex of her beautiful legs, a small, well-trimmed thatch shaped in a very small triangle above her slit seemed almost not to be there as it was so short. It was a shade darker than her head hair, but the same gold blonde.

Below her triangle, her slit wasn't swollen as much now, but the hood of her clit still peaked out as her inner labia was shown too, with just a little cum seeping out from between them. I smiled at that. That was my cum mixed with hers inside her trying to escape. A primal thought of 'conquered' flashed through my mind, followed immediately by 'owned'. Looking at her lasered labia, it lay completely bare and smooth. I itched to rub my hand over it and smear our juices all over it, marking her, but didn't.

Her legs were well proportioned to her upper torso, giving her a well-balanced look. Not too muscular, but not too thin either. I could imagine myself running my tongue all the way up them.

Her knees were not the knobbly kind that most people had. They were beautifully sculptured and looked as if they were carved by a master craftsman.

The calves were well-muscled without looking big and bulky, and shins gleamed in the firelight as if polished. Lastly, her small feet looked sexy with their lean and feminine look. Her toes were a bit longer than average, and they looked as if they were made for nibbling on.

All in all, her entire body was a piece of art that was not only functional but aesthetically pleasing and extremely sensual as well. She was the very definition of a beautiful woman, and yet she was here, sleeping peacefully, with the traces of my love juices dripping from her pussy.

"What would the old me say if he saw this now?" Allen mused, a wry smile playing upon his lips. "I'm sure he would be utterly scandalized, horrified at the very thought of such debauchery." He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head in amusement.

But as he stood, the gentle sloshing of the wine in his glass the only sound in the still room, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of nostalgia for the man he once was. The idealistic youth, so steadfast in his convictions, so certain of the path that lay before him. "But I guess this is fine, too," he murmured, taking a slow sip of the rich, red liquid. "I've finally gotten used to living this kind of life, so I guess I'll just let the old me rot away in the past."

As Allen said that, the memories of his past life, which he had tried so hard to bury away, resurfaced in his mind.