In the spacious and luxurious room, sunlight streamed through the large windows, casting a warm glow on the elegant furnishings.
In the empty room, Lucian was holding up the head Maid while she cleaned the ceiling.
The woman was beautiful. Even though she was quite older, her features still exuded a certain allure.
‘Her a*s is magnificent,’ he thought as he grabbed her shapely rear end. It looked so perky, even for an older woman.
She was wearing a black skirt. It was cut to fall above her knees, showing off her slender legs.
Her breasts were huge and perfectly rounded. While cleaning the ceiling, they were dangling just above Lucian’s face.
“You must be a healthy young man,” the old maid commented as she moved from the ceiling, cleaning it off with a cloth.
“Why?” Lucian asked, his hands sliding up to her ample waistline. He was still holding her up, his hands brushing against her skirt.
“Because I often heard what you’ve been doing with the other maids, Your Highness,” she giggled, wriggling her hips slightly. Her juices were starting to slide down her legs, as she could feel his hands caressing her a*s.
“It’s just not something an old hag like me can handle, y’know?”
“You’re hardly old, Madam,” Lucian countered, squeezing her buttocks. “You seem like a feisty cougar to me.”
“Ahh…. I’m just the old Head Maid, Your Highness,” the woman purred, tossing her cleaning cloth aside.
Lucian couldn’t help but think that she was still s*xy, even as an old woman.
She leaned down slightly, her large breasts nearly spilling out of her brassiere, the outline of her dark pink nipples visible through the thin fabric.
Lucian suddenly felt very thirsty.
She had thick lips, full and plump, her mouth painted with a bright red lipstick.
She looked gorgeous!
He focused on holding her, feeling her large a*s in his hands.
“Can we do something that will make you feel alive again?…What if I touch you like this…?”
She moaned a bit and whispering things.
“This old body can’t give you the experience you’ve been longing for, Your Highness.” the old maid said somewhat seductively.
Her body was tingling!
“Why not? Just look at that cute a*s of yours,” Lucian replied.
“Can I use a stool to clean the ceiling now? Otherwise you need to help me by lifting me a little more higher. So We could do this quick, Your Highness,” the elder maid purred suggestively, ignoring his s*xual overture.
“But I’ve got a better idea…”
Lucian set the maid down and put his hands on her legs under the skirt, one on her thigh, and the other on her waist, slowly sliding his way up and caressing her plump rump.
The maid gasped softly, trying to back away from him, but his hands had a firm grip on her, and she found herself unable to resist his advances.
Her heart was racing, and her body was getting warmer by the second. She could feel her own fluids trickling out of her p*ssy and wetting her underwear.
Her breath was labored as she whispered, “Please, Your Highness, I cannot let you touch me that way. It’s inappropriate.”
“Oh, I won’t,” Lucian murmured. “As long as you promise to keep this between us.”
“But…but….” she protested weakly.
“Hush now,” he soothed her. He nuzzled her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume, and pressing his lips against her soft plump lips.
The woman moaned softly. Her hands gripped his shoulder blades tightly as she was losing control of her actions.
She could feel his hand on her a*s, his other hand sliding up her moist panties, and his fingers parting the swollen lips of her p*ssy.
His hands were quick and expertly stroking her erect clit, and his mouth was pressed against hers. She could taste the salty sweetness of his saliva.
She was on fire now, her heart beating frantically as her body swelled with desire.
“Please stop, Your Highness! What if we’re discovered?!” she cried out, attempting to break free.
“So what?” he grinned, nibbling on her earlobe. “I won’t stop. If I want you, I’m taking you.”
“But what if the Emperor…” the head maid trembled.
“We won’t get caught. I’ll make sure of it,” Lucian promised. “All we have to do is make the experience enjoyable.”
She shuddered slightly as his tongue licked her ear, and his teeth grazed her neck.
“But why are you suddenly bringing the Emperor? Don’t tell me Royal Father also have fun with the you?” Lucian asked coyly.
The head Maid gasped slightly at the accusation, moving her head away from him, embarrassed that they were thinking the same thing.
“No… It’s not that… It’s just that… Sometimes he asks for my company. But I know that he just wants someone to talk to, and sometimes… sometimes…
he does share a meal or drink with me.” She blushed brightly.
Lucian eyes widened. “Royal Father actually spends time with you? Have you slept with him?”
“Your Highness!” the head Maid gasped, taken aback by his question. “What kind of question is that? Please respect your Father’s dignity.”
Lucian laughed, the sound sending a shiver down the head maid’s spine. “I’m just curious. After all, Father is the Emperor. To think, you might have been with him when I haven’t! He must be very desperate, huh? Haha…
Haha…”
He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “It’s almost comical, isn’t it? The man who preaches honor and dignity, who sits on the throne with such gravitas, reduced to seeking solace with the help. The Emperor, the epitome of virtue and restraint, finding comfort in the arms of a maid.
It makes you wonder how much of his facade is just that — a facade.” Lucian’s smile widened, a cruel glint in his eyes.
“That is a serious allegation,” the Head Maid muttered. “And I’m not the only woman who’s spent time with him, Your Highness.”
Suddenly putting two fingers together, Lucian held them in front of her p*ssy, blocking it completely.
The Head Maid looked at him in surprise and anticipation, wondering what he was planning. She felt his thumb brushing against her sensitive spot, and her p*ssy suddenly clenched.
“Now, tell me more,” Lucian pressed, “About all the ladies the Emperor has f*cked.”
The old maid gritted her teeth and lowered her voice, afraid of being discovered.
“You know,” Lucian mused with a dark gleam in his eye, “the more I think about it, the more intrigued I become. The very idea of sharing the same woman my Royal Father once had… it’s almost exhilarating. There’s something perversely thrilling about the thought of indulging in the same desires that once consumed my Royal Father. So, be honest with me. I want every detail, every sordid little secret.
Tell me about them all.”
His voice carried a chilling edge, and his eyes glittered with a mix of cruelty and amusement.