Call To Service

The stronger he became in this world, the longer he could last inside Lily. The more he could satisfy her. The more he could make her his. Not just a goddess.

His goddess.

His bitch in bed. His soul in lust. His divine slut, begging under him.

He grinned darkly, his lust flaring again.

"Don't worry, Lily…" he whispered to himself, eyes half-lidded with heat. "There's no way I'll let a milf like you stay untouched for long…You'll be mine. Soon."

Just as his thoughts were reaching a dangerous place— A knock interrupted him.

Tap. Tap.

Sharp. Soft. Feminine.

He blinked, his thoughts scattering.

His cock was still semi-hard under his trousers, but he took a breath, adjusted his pants, and faced the door.

"Come in..."

At that moment, the door creaked open with a soft click.

And then—she walked in.

Xavier's gaze was instantly pulled toward her like a magnet.

A woman in a classic French maid outfit—tight, dark, and sensual. The uniform clung to every inch of her voluptuous figure like it was tailor-made for sin, it clunged to her like a lover's caress.

Her hips swayed with a hypnotic rhythm, each step a sultry dance that sent a pulse of heat through the air. Her curves were a masterpiece, full and ripe, her voluptuous bust straining against the tight fabric of her uniform.

The buttons of her blouse looked like they were waging a losing battle, threatening to pop open and reveal the lush, creamy expanse of her breasts. She was the kind of woman who could make a man's blood boil, the kind who'd have men licking their lips, their minds spiraling into primal fantasies of conquest, of claiming her in every way imaginable.

Goddamn.

This woman wasn't just beautiful—she was dangerous.

The kind of woman that made a man go speechless just by bending slightly forward. The kind of woman who didn't need to say a word before men dropped to their knees, willing to worship her body and beg for a single taste.

Jet black hair fell past her shoulders in soft waves, shining under the low light. Her face held a subtle blush, cheeks tinged with a delicate pink that somehow made her—despite the mature energy she radiated—look innocent. Cute even.

A milf... but with a soft, sweet vulnerability that made Xavier's cock twitch.

"Damnit," Xavier groaned inwardly, his mind already slipping into dangerous territory. He could practically feel his hands on her, fingers sinking into the plush softness of her round, perfect ass.

He imagined himself pressing himself against her, cupping her heavy breasts, teasing those straining buttons until they gave way, revealing the warm, supple flesh beneath. His mouth watered at the thought of tasting her skin, of losing himself in her curves until the world faded away.

He imagined pressing her against the wall and burying his face in her cleavage, pulling that maid top down and freeing those massive tits, letting her nipples slap against his tongue...

He shook his head, trying to control himself, but it was no use. This woman, this random maid in a world he barely understood, outshone every MILF he'd ever fantasized about back on Earth. She was a goddess, a living temptation wrapped in black lace and satin, her beauty so overwhelming it felt like a punch to the gut.

Her maid outfit was a masterpiece of seduction, the tight bodice hugging her waist, accentuating the dramatic flare of her hips.

The black stockings that climbed her long, shapely legs stopped just at the tops of her thighs, leaving a tantalizing strip of bare skin that begged to be touched, kissed, worshipped. Every inch of her was a siren's call, pulling him deeper into a haze of lust.

His body betrayed him, his cock stirring, hardening with an urgency that made his pulse race. He shifted in his seat, trying to hide the evidence of his desire, but his eyes refused to leave her.

The way she moved—graceful yet provocative, like she knew the effect she had and reveled in it—drove him wild. His fingers twitched with the need to reach out, to trace the curve of her spine, to feel the heat of her body under his hands.

His mouth was dry. He licked his lips, his eyes taking in everything slowly, almost possessively.

'This is one of those "it should've been me" moments I've read in books,' he thought, biting back a groan. Only now… he was living it.

She wasn't a fantasy.

She was here.

Real.

Breathing.

Blushing.

Standing before him like the first dish in an all-you-can-fuck buffet.

His mind raced with possibilities, each more depraved than the last. He wanted to pull her close, to press himself against her until she gasped, to hear her moan his name as he claimed every inch of her.

His lips curled into a smile, half amusement, half hunger.

'I greatly underestimated Lily when she said this world is my playground…'

His eyes locked on the maid's full thighs, her bouncing bust, her soft, nervous expression—

He was filled with raw unfiltered desire...

"This isn't just a playground—this is my fucking paradise."

The more he fucks the stronger he gets, the more he can last when he meets Lily again in her place...

The faster he proved himself… The faster he made her his… The better it would be for his pride as a man.

He had a goal now.

At that moment, the beautiful, busty milf of a maid tilted her head slightly and brought one hand up to brush her long jet-black hair over her shoulder—casually, as though she wasn't aware of what it did to a man's mind.

But Xavier was aware.

With her hair shifted to the side, the full swell of her exposed cleavage was impossible to miss. Her tight uniform dipped low enough already, but now… the top of those heavy tits were fully on display, soft, round, and barely contained. Her pale skin contrasted beautifully against the dark fabric, giving the sight a divine glow.

And then she bowed.

A slow, deep bend at the waist—deliberate.

Her cleavage pressed tighter together, rising as her torso lowered, forming the kind of sinful view Xavier could only describe as art. Her heavy breasts strained against the buttons with every breath, threatening to burst free.

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