Building a Harem in a Noble House

Chapter 119: I Want to Serve You Further, Milord (R-18)

The training hall smelled like old sweat and polished steel, the type of place that echoed every grunt and clash back at you. Dark wood panels lined the walls, scarred from years of blades and fists, giving it that worn-in feel of House May’s halls but deeper, more ancient. Flickering torchlight danced across racks of swords and axes right beside us as Meredith and I pressed up against the wall, our mouths locked in a hungry kiss.

My hands roamed her sides, fingers finding the clasps at her shoulders first.

"Lloyd..." she murmured against my lips, voice low and sultry.

I grinned into the kiss, tongue sliding against hers as I tasted the faint salt of her skin. My thumbs worked the shoulder guards free, letting them thud to the floor. She arched into me, her breasts firm through the padded leather underneath. I stripped her down piece by piece: the vambraces next, sliding off her forearms with a metallic whisper. Her hands clutched at my shirt, pulling me closer as I unfastened the breastplate. It came away heavy, revealing the thin cloth clinging to her full breasts, nipples already hard peaks begging for attention.

"God, Meredith, you’re gorgeous," I said, hands diving under her shirt to shove them up.

Her skin was hot, smooth as silk despite the warrior’s build. I yanked the gambeson open, exposing those perfect breasts–round, heavy, with pale pink nipples that tightened in the cool air. She moaned softly as I palmed them, thumbs circling the stiff buds. Her armor piled at our feet now, just boots and breeches left. I hooked fingers into her belt, tugging it loose while our mouths crashed back together.

She kicked off her boots one by one, balancing on a single foot like it was nothing, her tongue tracing my lips. The belt dropped, and I shoved her breeches down her long legs, revealing the bare, sopping pussy that wait underneath for me. I pressed her back against the wall, the rough wood scraping lightly at her ass, and ground my hips into hers. My cock throbbed in my pants, straining against her belly.

"Lord May," she purred, voice dripping with lust, "Take me apart. I’m yours."

"’Lord’?" I asked, smiling softly. "That’s what you want to call me?"

She laughed low. "I would hope that you wouldn’t begrudge this fantasy of mine."

"Of course not. By all means, Meredith, call me what you want."

"I intend to, Milord."

Her lips found my neck, kissing hot and wet, tongue flicking out to lick a slow line up to my ear. I groaned, fingers sliding down her flat stomach to cup her mound. She was soaked already, pussy lips slick and swollen.

I parted her folds with two fingers, feeling the heat radiate from her core. Her clit peeked out, hard and begging.

"You’re already dripping for me," I said, circling it slowly.

She gasped, hips bucking, her mouth latching onto my neck with sucking kisses. "Ahh~... Of course I am, Milord. I’ve... mhhh... been so eager to serve you." Her tongue swirled over my pulse point, teeth grazing just enough to send sparks down my spine.

I pushed one finger inside her, tight walls clenching greedily around it. So wet and hot like velvet fire. I pumped slowly, curling to hit that spot that made her knees buckle. Her hand gripped my shoulder, nails digging in.

"Mmmph! Take more of me, Milord. Feel how eager I am to please you...!" She licked my neck again, sucking a mark there, her breath hot pants against my skin.

I did as she asked, adding a second finger and stretching her wider, thumb grinding her clit in firm circles.

Her moans grew louder, echoing off the dark wood. Hips rolling into my hand, chasing friction. Sensations hit me hard: the slick slide of her juices coating my fingers, the way her inner muscles fluttered, sucking me in. Her free hand roamed my chest.

"I want to serve you further, Milord. I want to drop to my knees and worship you like you deserve to be worshipped," she whispered, voice husky. "I want to suck until your cum is spilling down my throat. I want you to claim me."

I quickened my pace, fingers thrusting deep, my palm slapping her clit with every plunge. She was a mess now–pussy gushing, thighs trembling against mine. Her mouth worked my neck relentlessly, licks and kisses turning to nibbles.

"You’re so aggressive. I love it. Don’t you love how I squeeze you? I do it because I want you. I dream of your touch every night. Dream of you having your way with me...!"

"It’s that...hnghh... so...?" I said, groaning from the sensation of her kisses on my neck.

She nodded. "Y-yes... Milord...! I..." Meredith started, but she never got to finish. She came with a loud, high-pitched cry–walls spasming around my fingers, juices squirting over my hand. I kept pumping through it, drawing out every shudder. She sagged against the wall, panting, green eyes glazed.

But we weren’t done. Spotting the sturdy stool nearby, I guided her to it.

"Sit," I commanded softly.

"As you wish, Milord." She obeyed, legs spreading wide, pussy glistening in the torchlight, pink and puffy.

I fell to my knees between her thighs, the wooden floor hard, but I didn’t care. Hands on her inner thighs, I opened her further, thumbs parting her lips to expose that throbbing clit.

"You wanted to give me head, didn’t you? Yet here I am, on my knees for you," I murmured, blowing cool air over it.

She whimpered, her hand threaded into my hair, guiding, gentle, submissive urge in the tug. "I... I would be honored, Milord."

"This is for me, Meredith, but you’re still going to owe me later."

"I repay my debts with interest, Milord~"

With a smile, I dove in, tongue flat and broad, licking from her hole to clit in one long swipe. Salty-sweet nectar exploded on my taste buds.