Building a Harem in a Noble House

Chapter 120: Did I Satisfy You, Milord (R-18)

She moaned loudly, hips lifting to my mouth. I sucked her clit between my lips, flicking it rapid-fire while two fingers plunged back inside. Her walls still fluttered from the first orgasm, hypersensitive.

"Milord, your tongue...! It’s amazing! I’m dripping for you. Have your fill of me."

Her hand pressed my head firmer, guiding my rhythm, but yielding if I pushed back. I was in charge, and she loved it. I circled her clit with my tongue, humming against it, the vibrations making her twitch.

"Mmmph~. Ohhh, Milord, you’re devouring me! I could cum again just from your mouth!"

I let my fingers curl inside, stroking her g-spot, while I sucked harder. Her thighs quivered around my ears, silver hair curtaining her face as she watched.

Her juices smeared across my chin, dripping down my neck. Her sensations overwhelmed me–the silky texture of her folds, the pulse of her clitoris under my tongue, the heat enveloping my face.

"Tell me how it feels, Meredith," I mumbled against her, lips vibrating.

"D-divine...!" she gasped. "Your mouth is magic, Milord... Sucking my clit like– ahh~! I-it makes me want to grind on your face forever." Her hand tugged on my hair, urging but not forcing–pure submission wrapped in lust.

I buried my face into her pussy, nose-first, like a starving man, and my tongue fucked her hole before lapping back onto the clit. She built fast, moans a symphony.

"Mmm~! Yes! Oh Milord...! Milord...!. You’re so good. You’re so...! Ahhhh! I’m cumming! Oh, Milord... drink me...! Drink me up...!"

Pussy clenched on my fingers, flooding my mouth with fresh cream. I lapped it up, keeping the waves going until she slumped on the stool, chest heaving.

I rose, capturing her mouth in a deep kiss, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She moaned into it, hands fumbling at my pants.

My cock sprang free, rock-hard, veined and leaking. Her fingers wrapped around it, stroking firm from base to tip. Skin on skin electric, her grip perfectly twisting at the head, thumb smearing pre-cum.

"You’re already so big, Milord," she breathed against my lips, her eyes locked on mine, sultry promise in her voice. "I can’t wait to take you."

Her strokes were deliberate, slow pumps that had me groaning. Her other hand cupped my balls, rolling them gently, nails scraping light.

We kissed again, sloppy and deep, her tongue mimicking what she’d do to my cock.

"Your cock is magnificent, Milord," she whispered. "So thick, pulsing in my hand. I want to feel it stretch me, fill me up." Submissive hunger, making me throb harder. She quickened her pace, twisting her wrist on upstrokes, the wet schlick of pre-cum loud in the quiet hall.

I reached down, fingers finding her clit again, circling lazily. She gasped, stroke faltering.

"You’re insatiable, Milird. Touching me while I please you. How greedy...!"

Her free hand roamed my waist, caressing slowly, pulling me closer. Sensations layered: her soft palm gliding over my shaft, the building pressure in my balls, her pussy scent still thick in the air.

She arched, moaning. "Ahh. I love stroking you, Milord. The feeling you grow even harder is so satisfying. Imagine my lips around it, sucking deep, my throat milking your cum. My body yearns for yours, Milord. It was built to fit yours."

Her thumb pressed my slit, dipping in for more pre-cum. I ground against her hand, the stool creaking under her. The torchlight played over her naked form: sweat-glistened skin, tits bouncing with each stroke. My fingers delved back into her pussy, three now, stretching her wide.

Meredith’s body tensed up under my touch, her thighs clamping around my hand as I drove three fingers deep inside her slick pussy. She was soaking wet, her walls pulsing rhythmically around me, gripping like she never wanted to let go. Her hand on my cock faltered for a second, squeezing harder as her breath hitched into sharp gasps.

"Oh, Milord," she moaned, her voice carrying that "I’m so close...! I’m so close...!"

I twisted my fingers just right, curling them against that spot that made her squirm every time. Her hips bucked against my palm, grinding down as if she could pull me even deeper. Sweat beaded on her forehead, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson that spread down her neck to her heaving breasts. She was close, so damn close, and I could feel it in the way her pussy fluttered, tightening in waves that made my own cock throb in her fist.

When she finally came, she did it with a cry that echoed off the stone walls of the chamber, her pussy clenching around my fingers in powerful spasms. Juices flooded my hand, warm and sticky, as she rode out the orgasm, her free hand clutching at my shoulder for support. I kept fingering her through it, drawing out every last quiver until she slumped against me, breathing heavy and ragged.

For a moment, she just held onto my cock, her strokes slowing to a gentle pump as she caught her breath. Her eyes fluttered open, locking onto mine with that submissive fire that was driving me crazy.

"That was pure bliss, Milord," she murmured, leaning in to press a soft kiss to my jaw. "But I have waited long enough. You deserve every thrill I can unleash upon you." She stood, twisting me so that I was by the stool. "Sit, Milord. Allow me to finally worship you."

I didn’t argue. My cock was aching, slick from her hand, and the idea of her worshipping it like that had me moving before she finished speaking. I dropped onto the stool, legs spreading wide as the wood creaked under me. Meredith slid to the floor with graceful hunger, positioning herself between my thighs. Her hands trailed up my legs, nails scraping lightly, sending sparks across my skin. She looked up at me, eyes dark with lust.

"Watch me closely, Milord," she whispered, her tone dripping with that hot, devoted intensity. "See how I honor you, taking you deep to prove my loyalty. It drives me wild knowing you’re the one I serve."

Her fingers wrapped around the base of my cock, firm and sure, guiding it toward her parted lips. She started slowly, her tongue flicking out to trace the underside from base to tip, savoring the thick vein that throbbed under her touch. The wet heat of it made me groan, my hands fisting at my sides. Meredith’s mouth hovered for a teasing second, her breath ghosting over the sensitive head, before she sealed her lips around it, sucking with a gentle pull that hollowed her cheeks.

The sensation was electric, her tongue swirling in lazy circles, lapping at the slit where pre-cum beaded up. It was like a soothing fire, soft yet insistent, drawing me in deeper with every pass. She hummed low in her throat, the vibration rumbling straight through my shaft, making my balls tighten.

"I love your taste, Milord," she murmured against me, the words muffled as she licked a broad stripe up the length. "I’ve been craving you from the moment I met you."

I could only nod at first, words caught in my throat as she took more of me in, inch by inch. Her lips stretched wide, accommodating my girth, and the suction intensified, pulling at me like she was determined to claim every drop. Saliva slicked her chin, dripping down to coat her hand as she pumped the base in sync with her bobs. The rhythm built gradually, her head moving with deliberate grace–up to tease the head with flicks of her tongue, down to swallow half my length, her throat relaxing just enough to make me see stars.

From this angle, I had a front-row view of her devotion. Her breasts swayed with each motion, nipples hard peaks brushing her arms. Her ass was arched up, pussy still glistening from her climax, and the way she knelt there, all fierce beauty and submission, had my pulse racing. The sounds were filthy perfection: wet slurps as she sucked, soft pops when she pulled back for air, only to dive in again with renewed hunger. She gagged lightly once, when she pushed too far too fast, but it only spurred her on, eyes watering as she met my gaze with a smoldering look.

"Does it stir you, Milord?" she gasped during a brief pause, her hand twisting firmly along my shaft, spreading the mix of spit and precum. "Feeling my tongue dance over you, my lips sealed tight? I want to drive you mad. That’s what you deserve, Milord."

Her voice was breathy, laced with that seductive edge. She engulfed me again, faster now, her free hand cupping my balls, rolling them with gentle tugs that sent jolts up my spine.

The blowjob ramped up, her mouth a relentless heat. She hollowed her cheeks for that vise-like suction, tongue pressing flat against the underside to stroke every ridge and vein. Pre-cum flowed freely, and she swallowed around me, the ripple of her throat milking me in waves that had my hips jerking forward. It was overwhelming–the heat, the wetness, the way she seemed to savor every inch, humming praises between sucks.

"You’re so thick, Milord, filling my mouth just right," she purred, popping off to swirl her tongue around the head before plunging deep again. "I could do this all day, worship you until you command me otherwise."

My control frayed with every pass. Her pace quickened, head bobbing urgently, saliva trailing in strings as she worked me over. She alternated suction with licks, teasing the slit until I was gasping, then deep-throating me with a twist that made my toes curl. Her fingers squeezed my balls just right, heightening the build-up, while her other hand stroked in perfect tandem. The room spun with the intensity, her talkative moans vibrating through me.

"Give it to me, Milord. Let me taste your release. Show me that I’m worthy of your lust."

It hit me hard, the orgasm crashing like a wave. I groaned her name, thrusting shallowly into her mouth as I came, thick spurts flooding her tongue. Meredith didn’t flinch. She swallowed greedily, sucking to draw out every pulse, her eyes locked on mine the whole time. The sensation dragged on, her mouth coaxing until I was spent, shuddering on the stool.

She pulled off slowly, licking me clean with tender laps, then rose to her knees, lips swollen and shining. "Did I satisfy you, Milord?"

"You did," I answered immediately, voice still a breathy mess.

"Good, because I have more to give you."