Chapter 9: The Duel of Duties

Warm sunlight spilled across the bedchamber.

And so did two half-naked, panting, gorgeous maids.

Ragga lay back against a mountain of silk pillows, arms spread lazily, his thick cock already throbbing hard against his bare stomach.

The sheets had slipped down his hips, revealing sharp abs, bronzed skin... and the heavy, twitching promise of dangerous morning wood.

"Best fucking wake-up call in any world," Ragga thought, smirking.

Before him — two maids.

Blonde: plump, juicy, bright blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

Brunette: sultry, sharper, her dark curls bouncing with every excited breath.

Each holding a tray of steaming breakfast.

Each completely ignoring the food as they glared daggers at each other.

"He's mine today!" the blonde snapped, jiggling deliciously as she stomped her foot.

"No, I was assigned this morning!" the brunette hissed back, her generous tits nearly spilling from her half-buttoned blouse.

Their thighs rubbed together, slick with sweat, bare under scandalously short maid skirts.

The air crackled with heat, hunger, and pure, raw competition.

Ragga chuckled low in his throat, cock flexing proudly.

He loved this.

Loved the way they fought over him.

Loved the way their bodies trembled with need, not fear.

Loved how their eyes kept darting — not to his face — but to his heavy, leaking cock.

"This mansion really runs on sex appeal alone," he thought, stroking himself slowly under the sheets, lazy and arrogant.

"Shluk... shluk..."

Their eyes locked on his hand moving under the covers — and both maids licked their lips involuntarily.

The blonde made the first move.

She set her tray aside, grabbing the edges of her blouse — and ripped it open.

Buttons popped.

Massive tits spilled out, bouncing heavy and sweaty under the morning light.

"Young master," she purred, voice dripping sugar, "don't you want to taste my special breakfast?"

The brunette growled low, tossing her tray aside.

Without hesitation, she bent at the waist — full, delicious ass jiggling — and slowly slid her panties down her long legs.

A clear string of arousal clung between her soaked slit and the discarded lace.

She straightened, standing tall, completely bare under her tiny skirt, smirking.

"My breakfast's better," she whispered breathily.

"Slurp it right from the source."

"Haaah..."

Ragga's cock twitched violently, slapping against his stomach with a wet sound.

"Thwack!"

The blonde dropped to her knees beside the bed, grabbing the edge of the sheet.

"Let's find out," she giggled — and yanked the covers off completely.

His cock stood proud, thick, veiny, leaking precum.

Both maids gasped in awe.

"Ahhn... it's even bigger up close..." the brunette whispered, cheeks flushed.

"It's... it's throbbing... haah..." moaned the blonde, squeezing her massive tits together unconsciously.

Then — the duel began.

The blonde leaned in first — wrapping her huge, pillowy tits around his cock, smearing it in soft, sweaty cleavage.

"Chup... chuup... slurp..."

She bounced them up and down, licking her tongue over the fat, swollen head peeking out between her jiggling breasts.

Ragga groaned deep in his throat, hips flexing upward into her welcoming softness.

Not to be outdone, the brunette straddled his thigh, grinding her bare, soaked pussy against his skin.

"Squelch... squish... squelch..."

She leaned down, capturing his lips in a deep, messy, tongue-filled kiss.

"Chuu... chuu... nnnnh~"

Their mouths fused together, spit mixing, her hot breath gasping against his tongue.

"More... haaah... young master... feed me more..." she moaned against his mouth.

"Let me serve you better... haaahn..." the blonde panted, sliding her tits faster, squeezing them tighter around his shaft.

Ragga was drowning in heat, moans, wetness.

Two desperate, lewd, perfect women fighting to make him cum first.

He broke the kiss, grinning savagely.

"Fight for it properly," he growled.

Both maids gasped — and obeyed.

The blonde doubled her efforts — mashing her sweaty tits tighter around his shaft, drooling warm spit and precum into the slippery valley.

The brunette slid down lower — between his legs — and began sucking his balls tenderly into her mouth.

"Chup... slurp... nnnnh~"

"Aaahhn~ young master..." they moaned together, lips and tongues and tits and hands worshipping his cock and balls with desperate, obscene hunger.

"I'm gonna cum... haaah... please... I wanna taste it first..." whimpered the blonde, titfucking faster.

"No! I'll drink it all... nnnhhh..." sobbed the brunette, tonguing his aching sack.

Ragga groaned loudly, balls tightening.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm close—"

With a deep growl, he grabbed the blonde's head, yanking her mouth onto his cock just as he exploded.

"Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!"

Thick, hot cum blasted into her mouth and down her throat, overflowing her cheeks.

She gagged and swallowed desperately, tears streaming from her eyes.

The brunette, not to be denied, dove forward — licking the stray spurts of cum off his balls, his thighs, even sucking his softening cock clean with frantic moans.

When it was over, both maids collapsed beside him — flushed, panting, cum dripping from their mouths and chins.

Sweat-soaked, exhausted, desperate for his approval.

The door creaked open.

Mirelle stood there, arms crossed under her magnificent tits, smirking faintly.

"Tch. Such disgraceful behavior first thing in the morning," she said dryly.

The maids whimpered, covering themselves weakly with their ruined aprons.

"But..." Mirelle's lips curled slightly.

"...young master, it's your decision. Who wins?"

She winked, knowing, dangerous.

Ragga chuckled, stretching luxuriously.

He looked at the trembling, cum-smeared maids.

Both willing to sell their souls just for the chance to taste his cock again.

He smiled lazily, arrogant, powerful.

"Why not both?" he thought.

But he licked his lips and said:

"Let them serve me together."

The maids moaned in unison, eyes shining with need.

Mirelle just laughed, shaking her head.

"Greedy boy," she murmured.

And the doors closed.

Leaving Ragga alone with his new breakfast.