Mia climbed onto the bed on all fours, but Jett suddenly told her to stop.
"Wait... I... I like this position," Jett muttered, his face reddening.
Looking back at him, Mia nodded and stretched out on the bed, arching her round ass high while flattening her chest against the mattress.
He watched her stretch—each bend and curve so smooth it reminded him of a cat.
She's hotter than any actress I've ever seen.
Jett inhaled deeply and stepped to the side, taking in every inch of his maid on all fours. The sight put to shame the porn stars he'd watched and jerked off to.
She showcased everything the doggy position had to offer, and his shaft reared up in eager salute.
"Like this, Master?" Mia asked, uncertain because she couldn't see him.
"You nailed it, Mia," Jett said.
She giggled. "I'm glad."
He noticed her bubble butt quivering at his praise.
Jett stood barely an inch behind her. Hooking a finger under her panties, he slid them down, revealing a smooth, pink pussy already glistening with arousal.
The sight mesmerized him, her scent fresh and intoxicating.
He'd heard crude jokes about women smelling like fish, but Mia was pure sweet nectar.
"Ah, M‑Master!" Mia cried as Jett buried his face between her cheeks, his tongue gliding over her pussy lips.
Slow and exploratory at first, his licks grew faster and more confident.
Her juices slid down his throat, filling him with her sweetness.
Eager for more, he wrapped his arms around her thighs and drove in deeper, tongue chasing every fold he could reach.
Mia shuddered, her moans muffled by the cushions while wet squelches filled Jett's ears.
Mini-orgasms rippled through her. Jett was too lost in her taste to notice, pressing still harder against her core.
Her arms finally gave out and she sagged onto the mattress, yet her ass stayed high—held there by his grip.
She drooled on the cushions, eyes rolling back as another wave of pleasure hit.
"Uhn… uhn… ah…" she whimpered, her breath hitching.
"Feel good?" Jett asked.
"It feels incredible!" she slurred.
Jett grinned and kept going, but his tongue soon cramped. Magic or not, it still needed training.
Releasing her, he climbed onto the bed. Mia lay boneless, her ass still up. Feeling his stare, she mustered strength and resumed the perfect doggy pose.
"Mind if I fuck you right now?" he asked, more confident.
"I'd never mind, Master," Mia said, giving her butt a playful shake.
Clutching her hips with one hand, Jett guided his cock with the other, smearing the swollen tip along her slick folds until he found the right angle.
When he finally slid in, they groaned together. Heat and tightness wrapped him like a sauna, challenging his control.
Mia had never felt anything this thick or hot stretching her open. He paused for a breath, then pushed deeper, spreading her walls until he met a barrier that popped with a soft snap.
She gasped in pain, biting the cushion as a trickle of blood escaped.
She was really a virgin. She'd said so… and yet here I am worrying about a mansion I still don't understand when I should be making this good for her.
"Mia, are you okay?"
"Yes, Master… you can keep going."
"Can I really?" he pressed, knowing her loyalty might make her ignore pain.
"You can, Master," she said with a brave smile.
Still uneasy, Jett pulled out and gently cleaned away the blood.
"Master?" Mia asked.
"Give me a few seconds. You did great enduring it," he said while tending to her.
The tenderness made her heart pound harder than anything that day. She waited, cheeks blazing, eyes shining with adoration.
"We're good to go," Jett finally said.
"Mmm!" Mia purred. "Fill my womb, Master."
He plunged back in. Her channel clamped even tighter, and he gripped her waist, slamming into her with wet, rhythmic slaps.
The closer he came, the more he leaned over her, one hand twisted in her hair like reins because her breasts were mashed beneath her.
"F‑Faster, Master!" Mia pleaded.
Shit, she's going to come with me. How long have I even been at this?
"Master!" she called again.
"I didn't hear you," Jett growled, tugging her hair.
"Fuck me harder and faster—I'm close!" she screamed.
"You only come with me," he commanded.
"Y‑Yes!"
His balls tightened. At the same moment Mia's pussy seized around him, milking his cock.
He exploded, and their juices mixed as spurts of seed raced to her cervix and spilled into her womb.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
[You have filled your head maid, Mia Leafies', womb.]
[You have extracted her mana for your own refinement.]
[You have leveled up.]
[You have received a reward, which you can pick up in the Mansion's Storage.]
Drained, Jett collapsed beside her. They shifted onto the pillows, panting as though their lungs might give out.
Mia glanced at him, his cum still leaking from her swollen lips.
"Master has leveled up and now has mana… my deepest congratulations," she whispered, golden hair plastered to her flushed face.
He met her eyes and nodded. "Thanks. You were incredible."
"Master was incredible as well," she answered softly. "I think I've fallen in love."
"Really? With me?" he asked, stunned.
Still unused to his new life, he could only chuckle as Mia snuggled close, believing in her master's bright future.
-
He blinked, realizing ten hours had slipped by since his arrival in Fayralia. In a wild twist of fate, he'd become lord of Warden Mansion and bedded a bombshell elven woman.
It was so unreal he half‑expected to wake in his own room with cream‑stained pajamas, but he opened his eyes in the same lavish bedroom where he'd rocked Mia's world.
His eyes snapped open as the weight of his new reality hit him.
"I wish you'd slept longer, Master. It's the middle of the night," Mia said.
He turned and found her back in her crisp uniform, smiling sweetly, cheeks still pink from earlier.
"Mia…" he murmured.
"Yes?" She straightened attentively.
He smirked. "I've got morning wood." Then, more serious: "But yeah—it wasn't a dream. I don't know my mission yet, but it beats being a mana‑less human. Fill me in, Mia. I need to know everything about this mansion and what it means to be its master."
"Yes, Master," Mia said with a bow, doing nothing to ease his throbbing need.