Demon Slaying

He pulled away from the redhead with a gasp, his cock wet with her saliva. The maids looked up at him, their eyes questioning, their bodies still poised for his attention. "Stay," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He grabbed a robe and tied it around his waist before walking to the door.

On the other side was a young maid, her cheeks flushed. "My apologies, Master Theo," she said, her voice shaky. "Lady Catherine requests your presence in the main hall. It's urgent."

Theo's annoyed grunt was all the reply she received as he stepped out of the room, leaving the trio of maids in a state of heightened arousal. The tension in the air was palpable as he followed her down the corridor, his thoughts racing. What could be so important that it couldn't wait?