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Her skin glistened with sweat, her breath ragged and uneven, and her thighs were sticky with their mixed juices, her p*ssy still oozing Lucian’s c*m.

Just as Isabella began to catch her breath, a firm knock echoed through the room.

"Your Highness, may I come in?" It was Lucian’s personal maid, her voice soft yet alluring.

Lucian’s lips curled into a wicked smile as a dark idea took root in his mind. He glanced down at Isabella, whose eyes flew open in panic.

She tried to cover herself, but Lucian’s commanding gaze made her freeze.

"Come in," Lucian called out smoothly.

Isabella’s heart pounded as she heard the door creak open and footsteps softly padding across the floor.

Through the thin, translucent veil that covered the bed, Isabella could see the maid — a mature woman with dark hair tied up neatly, her expression professional but with an unmistakable spark of familiarity.

The maid entered, holding a tray with breakfast items.

Her eyes quickly found Lucian, and she paused, her cheeks flushing a deep red as she took in the sight of his muscular, naked body, still erect from their recent activities.

She tried to maintain her composure, but her gaze kept drifting to Lucian’s fat c*ck, which stood proudly before her, glistening in the morning light.

"Good morning, Your Highness," the maid greeted, her voice wavering slightly as her eyes darted from his face to his c*ck. "I’ve brought your breakfast, as you requested."

She set the tray down with a shaky hand, trying to focus on her duties despite the heat rising in her p*ssy.

Lucian stretched lazily, his movements making his muscles ripple under his skin.

"Morning," he replied, a teasing note in his voice.

"I slept well, but…" He trailed a hand down his chest, brushing past his abs to his throbbing erection. "I’m still feeling a bit… unsatisfied."

The maid’s breath hitched as she watched him, her thighs pressing together as her own arousal grew.

"If there’s anything I can do to help, Your Highness," she murmured, her voice thick with anticipation.

Lucian stepped closer, his c*ck almost brushing against her uniform, making her breath catch in her throat.

"Mmm, I’m sure there is," Lucian said, his finger tracing her cheek gently.

His touch was electric, sending a shiver through the maid’s body. "You’ve always been eager to serve, haven’t you?"

"Y-yes, Your Highness," the maid stammered, her eyes flicking down to his hardness, her breath quickening.

She licked her lips unconsciously, her blush deepening as her desire became more apparent.

Lucian chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent a thrill through her.

With a sudden, swift motion, Lucian yanked Isabella through the veil, revealing her lower half in an instant.

Her legs were spread wide, and her slick, swollen c*nt glistened with their mixed fluids, the abrupt exposure making her gasp as she lay bare and vulnerable before him.

The maid’s eyes widened as she took in the sight, the raw, erotic display of Lucian’s handiwork.

"Clean her up for me," Lucian ordered, his voice firm and commanding. "Lick my milk off her. Make sure she’s spotless."

Because of the thin veil draped over the bed, the maid couldn’t make out who was lying there.

The sheer fabric obscured Isabella’s face and upper body, casting a hazy shadow that concealed her identity from the maid’s view.

All the maid could see was the outline of a woman’s bare legs and the inviting curve of her hips, glistening in the morning light.

With Lucian’s confident posture and commanding presence, the maid didn’t question further, assuming it was just another conquest of her master.

Oblivious to the true identity of the woman she was servicing, the maid focused solely on obeying Lucian’s orders, unaware that she was attending to the Empress’s daughter herself.

The maid didn’t hesitate anymore, her eyes darting to Lucian’s intense gaze, but the heat in his stare left no room for refusal.

She knelt between Isabella’s legs, her breath coming in quick gasps as she lowered her head, her tongue darting out to taste the mix of Lucian’s c*m and Isabella’s own juices.

"Mmmhhh…" Isabella moaned softly, as her tongue pressing against Isabella’s swollen folds.

Isabella gasped, her hips jerking at the sudden, warm sensation.

The maid’s mouth moved skillfully, licking and sucking gently, savoring every taste of juices.

Isabella’s eyes fluttered shut as she tried to suppress the moans bubbling up in her throat.

"Ahhh... ahh…" Isabella whimpered, her back arching slightly as the maid’s tongue flicked over her sensitive clit, drawing out a soft, broken moan.

Lucian’s eyes gleamed as he watched, his own arousal reigniting as the wet, sloppy sounds filled the room.

"Does it taste good?" Lucian asked, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

The maid nodded, her tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes, licking every drop of Lucian’s c*m from Isabella’s p*ssy.

"Y-yes, Your Highness," she gasped between licks, her voice breathy and full of lust.

"It’s… it’s delicious…" Her eyes met Lucian’s, filled with obedience and desire.

Lucian’s smirk widened as he watched her, his own hand moving to lazily stroke his c*ck, the soft, slick sounds of her mouth working on Isabella echoing in his ears.

Lucian slid his fingers into the maid’s hair, gently tugging her head back so she could meet his gaze.

"You’re doing so well," he praised, his voice a low, approving rumble.

He guided her mouth to his own throbbing c*ck, the maid eagerly parting her lips to take him in.

"Mmmhh…" the maid moaned around Lucian’s shaft, her mouth hot and wet as she sucked him in, her tongue swirling around his length.

Lucian groaned, his eyes rolling back as the maid’s mouth moved over him, her lips sliding up and down with each eager bob of her head.

From behind the veil, Isabella watched the scene unfold, her heart pounding in her chest.

She could see the maid’s head moving rhythmically, hear the wet sounds of her sucking, and it made her own body heat up with a mix of shame and arousal.

Lucian’s hips began to move, his breath coming in rough, ragged pants as he thrust into the maid’s mouth.

He glanced at Isabella, his gaze smug as he watched her squirm behind the veil.

"See how well she serves me?" he taunted, his voice dripping with dark pleasure. "Maybe I should keep her around more often?"

The maid whimpered in agreement, her sounds muffled as she continued to suck, her tongue flicking against the sensitive underside of Lucian’s c*ck.

"Mmm… uhh… mmmhh…" she moaned, her head bobbing faster as Lucian’s grip tightened in her hair, guiding her movements.

Lucian’s climax hit quickly, his body tensing as he groaned deeply, his c*m spilling into the maid’s eager mouth.

Gulp~ Gulp~

She swallowed without hesitation, her tongue flicking out to catch every drop, her eyes never leaving Lucian’s as she finished.

Lucian pulled her away gently, his breath heavy and ragged, a look of pure satisfaction plastered across his face.

A thick strand of saliva mixed with his c*m stretched like a bridge between her mouth and the tip of his still-throbbing c*ck, glistening in the dim light of the room.

As the connection slowly broke and dripped down, the maid’s eyes stayed locked on his hardness, her cheeks flushed with desire.

She leaned in again, her tongue darting out to lap up every remaining drop, her lips sealing around the swollen mushroom head as she cleaned him thoroughly.

"Mmmhh... so good," she murmured, her tongue swirling around his length, savoring the sweet-salty taste as she sucked gently.

Lucian let out a low groan, his fingers tangling in her hair as she worked her way down, licking and kissing along his shaft with reverence.

The maid’s hands cupped his balls, massaging them lightly as her mouth continued its worship, ensuring every inch of him was spotless.

Her warm breath and soft, wet tongue made him twitch with renewed excitement, and she took her time, enjoying every moment, her lips making soft popping sounds as she pulled back, admiring her handiwork with a satisfied smile.

"Such a good girl," Lucian murmured, his fingers brushing against the maid’s cheek as he helped her to her feet.

He glanced back at Isabella, who lay flushed and breathless beneath the veil, her eyes a mix of defiance and reluctant arousal as she watched.

The maid blushed, licking her lips as she looked up at Lucian with a mixture of pride and longing.

"Thank you, Your Highness," she whispered, her voice soft and full of gratitude.

Lucian nodded, his hand lingering on her back as she moved to leave.

"Go, draw the bath," he instructed, watching her with a pleased smile.