The sun crept over the hills, soft and golden.
Down in the cold basement, Eon was still awake, hunched over a tiny vial, trying to get the potion just right. He swirled the liquid carefully, watching bubbles rise and pop, his high-elf eyes sharp even in the dim light. A faint glow from his mana screen hovered nearby, but his mind was focused on the brew, something to boost stamina, maybe, or heal wounds faster. Anything to make life down here a little less hellish.
Upstairs, in a huge bedroom dripping with luxury, gold-trimmed walls, silk sheets tangled on a massive four-poster bed, Julius Edger was already wide awake for some very different reasons.
He lay back on his mountain of pillows, eyes half-closed, letting out low, lazy groans. A maid knelt between his legs, her mouth working up and down his hard cock with slow, practiced strokes. She was the regular one, the one with the big ass that could make a man forget his name. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, tongue swirling around the thick head every time she pulled back. Julius threaded his fingers through her dark hair, guiding her rhythm, pushing her down until her nose pressed against his groin. She gagged softly but kept going, knowing better than to stop.
Every time she took him deep, he gave a pleased little grunt and squeezed the fat, juicy ass of the maid who was bent over the bed beside him. Her ass was almost too big for her body, round and heavy, spilling over her thighs like overripe fruit. He loved the way it jiggled when he smacked it, light at first, then harder, leaving pink marks that bloomed into red. She whimpered, but arched her back more, offering herself up. Julius kneaded the flesh roughly, spreading her cheeks to expose her glistening folds, already wet from the fingering he'd given her earlier.
Another maid, the new one, was pulling the curtains open to let the morning light in. She was fumbling a bit, her hands shaky, clearly not used to the routine yet.
Julius scowled, his voice rough with pleasure. "Hey! How many times do I have to say it? Curtains stay closed till I'm out of bed."
The new maid jumped, nearly dropping the heavy fabric. "I'm so sorry, my lord. Madam told us to let light in before you wake up. But you're always awake before we're allowed into the inner house…"
He rolled his hips lazily, pushing deeper into the maid's throat. She made a muffled sound, her eyes watering, but she didn't pull away. Julius smirked at the new girl over her head. "Then move into the servants' wing. Problem solved. You can be here waiting for me every morning."
"I… I have a husband and kids at home, my lord. I can't just leave them," she said, her voice small, eyes darting to the floor.
Julius finally looked at her properly. She was pretty, really pretty. Big, nervous eyes that made her look innocent. Full breasts pushing against her tight uniform, the buttons straining just a little. Soft, curvy body that screamed she'd feel amazing under him. He licked his lips, his cock twitching in the other maid's mouth at the thought.
"New, huh?" he asked, voice low and hungry.
"Yes, my lord. The head maid hired me."
The girl sucking him glanced up with sad, knowing eyes. She had been new once, too. She knew what was coming: the rough hands, the endless demands, the way he'd use her until she could barely walk. But she kept sucking, her head bobbing faster now, trying to distract him.
Julius grinned, slow and wicked. "Did the head maid tell you exactly what your job is?"
The new girl's cheeks went bright red. She couldn't help staring at the way her coworker's lips stretched around the young master's thick cock, saliva dripping down her chin.
"Y-yes, my lord," she whispered. "She said… I have to take care of all your needs."
"Good girl."
He pushed the first maid off his cock with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to the glistening tip. She gasped for air, but he didn't give her a second. He grabbed her by the hips and flipped her onto her stomach like she weighed nothing. Her huge ass stuck up in the air, already pink from earlier slaps. He gave it one hard smack that made her yelp, the sound echoing in the room, then turned to the new girl.
"Strip. Now."
Her hands shook as she undid her dress, fingers fumbling with the buttons. The fabric whispered to the floor, leaving her in nothing but goosebumps. She tried to cover herself—arms over her heavy breasts, thighs squeezed together—but Julius just laughed, a dark, mocking sound.
"Hands down. Let me see."
She dropped her arms, trembling. God, she was gorgeous. Heavy breasts that swayed with every breath, dark nipples already hard from fear and the cool air. Soft belly leading down to wide hips, a neat little patch of hair between her legs hiding her folds. Her skin was smooth, unmarked, as if fresh meat.
Julius crawled onto the bed like a wolf stalking prey. In one quick move, he pushed both maids onto their knees, side by side, faces down, asses up. The big-assed one wiggled a little, used to this, while the new girl whimpered, her body tense.
Two perfect targets, lined up for him.
He started with the big-assed one. He gripped her hips, lined up his throbbing cock, and slammed in with one brutal thrust. She moaned into the sheets, her walls clenching around him as he buried himself to the hilt. Hot, wet, tight, just how he liked it. He started pounding away, hard and fast, his balls slapping against her with every drive. The bed creaked loudly with every slam of his hips, the frame groaning under the force.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
His hand painted her ass red, each slap making her flesh ripple and her cries louder. "That's it, take it," he growled, watching her ass bounce back against him.
As his hips were moving on their own, his hands were busy undressing the new maid's skirt up. Her white panties were now visible. With a sudden jerk, he ripped her panties in one go, making her gasp.
After a few strokes, he pulled out, slick and shining with her juices, and shoved himself into the new girl without warning. She cried out sharply; he was big, stretching her painfully, and she was dry from nerves. The friction burned, but Julius didn't care about the dryness. He just grabbed her hips tighter, fingers digging into her soft skin, and fucked her harder, forcing his way deeper until she was soaking from the mix of pain and reluctant arousal.
"Fuck, you're tight," he grunted, slamming into her. "Just like Mother would be, pure, untouched by those filthy slaves."
Back and forth he went, using them like toys. One cunt, then the other, never letting either one recover. The room filled with wet sounds, the squelch of his cock plunging in and out, sharp slaps of skin on skin, the girls' mixed whimpers and moans. The big-assed maid was moaning now, pushing back against him, her body betraying her. The new one was sobbing, but her hips twitched every time he hit that spot deep inside.
He grabbed the new maid by the hair and yanked her head back, forcing her to arch her back more.
"Look at me," he growled, his face inches from hers.
Tears ran down her face.
"Why does Mother let those worthless slaves fuck her?" he snarled, slamming deep, his cock bottoming out with a wet thud. "When her own son is right here? I'd worship her body every night."
He slapped her cheek, not hard enough to bruise, just enough to sting and make her gasp.
"Why, Mother?" he shouted, driving into her again and again, his rhythm frantic now. "I could give you everything! Fill you up better than any of them!"
He was lost in it now. In his head, it wasn't the crying maid under him. It was Teressa. His beautiful, cold, untouchable mother. The one with the silver hair that cascaded like moonlight, the proud face that hid her secrets, the perfect body he'd spied on more times than he could count. She was the reason for all this. The burning need that never went away. Every woman he fucked was her in his mind. Especially those high-elf slaves in the basement, the mother and daughter pair. They looked so much like her: the same elegant features, the same curves, the same haughty eyes that broke so beautifully when he took them. He'd fucked them both, over and over, making them scream while he whispered "Mother" in their ears. Their tight elven cunts had clenched around him just right, their silver hair tangled in his fists. But even that wasn't enough. Nothing was.
He flipped the new maid onto her back roughly, throwing her legs over his shoulders so he could drive even deeper. Her breasts bounced with every thrust as he pounded into her, the headboard banging against the wall like a drum.
"Please, my lord, slower!" she begged, voice breaking, hands pushing weakly at his chest.
He slapped her breast hard, watching it jiggle and redden. "No. You take it like she would, hard and deep."
The slap made her cry out, but her body arched up, nipples peaking harder. Julius leaned down, biting one roughly, sucking until she whimpered. Then he switched to the other, leaving marks as he fucked her senseless. Her walls fluttered around him, milking his cock despite her tears.
The other maid, the big-assed one, tried to crawl away for a second of rest, her body slick with sweat. Julius snarled and dragged her back by the ankle, flipping her beside the new girl.
"You stay right here," he ordered, pulling out of the new maid with a wet pop and plunging into the familiar heat of the big-assed one. She groaned, her ass cheeks clapping against his thighs as he rutted her.
He lined them up again, side by side on their backs now, legs spread wide. He took turns like that, five deep thrusts in one, making her toes curl, then switching to the other. Their pussies were red and swollen, dripping onto the sheets. Julius grabbed the new maid's throat lightly, squeezing just enough to make her gasp, while his other hand pinched the big-assed maid's nipple, twisting until she whined.
"See this?" he panted, slamming into the new girl. "This is what Mother needs. A real man, her son, fucking her until she can't think straight."
He pulled out and forced the big-assed maid to straddle him, facing away so he could watch her massive ass bounce as she rode. He guided her down onto his cock, groaning at the way she enveloped him. "Ride me, slut. Pretend you're her, bouncing on your son's dick."
She obeyed, her hips rolling, ass cheeks spreading and slapping together with every drop. Julius smacked her hard, over and over, the cracks filling the room. The new maid watched, wide-eyed, until he yanked her over and made her sit on his face. Her juices dripped onto his tongue as he licked her roughly, sucking her clit while the other rode him.
The new girl moaned despite herself, grinding against his mouth. "My lord, oh gods…"
He bit her inner thigh. "Call me son. Say it."
She hesitated, tears fresh. He slapped her ass from below. "Say it!"
"S-son," she whispered, humiliated.
"Louder!" He thrust up into the big-assed maid, making her scream.
"Son! Please, son!"
That did it. The word sent fire through him. He flipped them again, putting the new maid on all fours and mounting her from behind. His chest pressed to her back, one hand around her throat, the other rubbing her clit roughly as he pounded. She came then, unexpected, shaking, her walls clamping down on him like a vice. Julius laughed cruelly. "See? Even you love it, Mother."
He didn't stop. He fucked her through the orgasm, extending it until she was blabbering nonsense, oversensitive and begging. Then he switched back to the big-assed maid, bending her over the edge of the bed, standing behind her to get deeper leverage. Her ass rippled with every thrust, and he spread her cheeks to watch himself disappear inside.
"Teressa, fuck, why do you spread for them?" he groaned, imagining his mother's face twisted in pleasure. "I'd make you cum every day. I'd own you."
The maids were exhausted now, bodies limp, but he kept going. He made them sixty-nine each other, new girl on bottom, big-assed on top, while he knelt behind and fucked the top one, his balls dragging over the bottom girl's face. She licked them timidly, tasting the mix of juices.
Julius's pace grew erratic. Sweat poured down his back. He pulled out, stood over them, and ordered them to their knees.
"Open your mouths. Stick out your tongues."
They did, shaking, faces already tear-streaked and flushed.
He stroked himself fast, eyes wild, picturing his mother's perfect face, kneeling before him, submitting at last.
"Take it, Mother. Aghhhhhh!"
He came with a shout, body tensing. Thick ropes of cum shot across their faces, landing on cheeks, tongues, hair, dripping down their chins onto their heaving breasts. Some splattered their necks, running in sticky trails. He kept stroking, milking every drop, smearing the head of his cock across their lips, painting them white. One last spurt hit the new maid's eye, making her blink and whimper.
When he was done, spent and breathing hard, he looked down at them like they were nothing, used rags to be tossed aside.
"Clean each other up," he said coldly to the big-assed maid. "Use your tongues if you have to. Lick every drop off."
The girls hesitated, but obeyed, leaning in to lap at each other's faces tentatively. Julius watched for a moment, his cock twitching at the sight, but it wasn't enough.
He pulled on a silk robe, tying it loosely, and headed for the door.
"And tell the head maid I'm still not satisfied," he muttered, voice edged with frustration. "Lately the maids she's bringing are of low quality. Before, at least they used to resemble a little like Mother, her curves, her eyes, but now they're nowhere near close. Even those high-elf bitches in the basement look more like her than these. The mother and daughter, with their silver hair and proud little faces, resembled her overall image. Maybe it's time I pay a visit to the basement again…"
He smirked, already half-hard at the thought, his mind flashing to the elves' tight bodies, their cries echoing in the dark.
'Nothing feels as good as breaking something that looks exactly like her.' His cock twitched at the thought.
Then he walked out, slamming the door behind him, leaving the two maids kneeling in a puddle of his cum and their own tears. They licked each other clean slowly, shame burning in their eyes, while the morning sun kept climbing higher outside, uncaring.
Down the hall, Julius's steps echoed, his robe swishing. He passed other servants who averted their eyes, knowing better than to look. His mind was already downstairs, in the basement gloom, where the elves waited.
Author Note: The potion I previously talked about is about to make its debut, guys. Wait for the new chapter.