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Beloved Wife Maria

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“Aaauuhhh~”

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“Haaaahhhnnn~~~”

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“Oooooohh~”

“Heh heh... Maria... I have to speak with my father soon, you know...”

This penis. This long, thick, throbbing penis. When had she become so slavishly devoted to it?

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Again and again and again, this pulsating spire tapped along her face. It was long and hard, with veins running down its side, hefty balls, a doming head, and pearlescent precum. As it rested along her face, smelling of sweat and sexual musk, she sat in a state of post-sexual bliss.

Here was this rabbit, 3 foot, 4 inches in height, sitting on her legs with her chest pushed out. Her short frame belied her amazing assets, with her erotic curves, her plump thighs, her narrow waist, and her glorious chest. With sweat adorning her form, her body glistened in the small amount of morning light that shimmered through the window. And all she had to cover her was this loosely worn robe, one that crested over her ever heavy chest.

But she cared not for any of this. How could she care, when this immaculate cock was resting on her face? It sat on her eyes and was pushed up with her nose, making it impossible for the lapine to see anything but this dick. As if that was all that mattered in this world. Nothing more, but this amazing penis. The amazing penis of her young master.

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And the one responsible for this slavish devotion...

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The one who was practically ordering her to worship his cock.

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Did so with all the grace of a lurid king.

His name was Damian Banneker, and up to a month or so ago, he showed no interest in romance and relationships. He was a young man – having just turned eighteen not too long ago – why bother with such things? He had plenty of time in his future to think about who he wanted to court, who he wanted to marry, and how many children they would have.

But that same kind of blasé attitude would not be enough for his father.

Lord Joseph Banneker was a stalwart and business-minded man; the type of person who did not like it when things went array. And his son's seeming indifference towards baring children was certainly something that was 'array'. So he made the hasty decision to order their head-housemaid – the professional and respectable Maria Chiffon – to sleep with her son and conceive a child.

The plan worked well. Too well. Joseph now had a grandson on the way. Unfortunately, that came with the price of his head-housemaid's immaculate skill. After all, how can she make sure the house is running properly when she's too busy showering her young master's member in praise?

Damian was the type of person who looked soft from a distance. His hair was blond, his eyes were green, and he had this pointed nose akin to his mother. Coupled with his smooth cheeks, the freckles on his face, and the curls of his fair hair, many assumed he lacked backbone and strength.

Assumed... and were quickly proven wrong.

Despite Damian's foppish looks, he was as perceptive as his father. There were times where his green eyes could pierce the depths of a person's soul, and cause even the most unruly of people to grow quiet. He may lack height, but he certainly did not lack presence... power.

Maybe that's why she was so hopelessly devoted to him. Some primal aspect of her rabbit DNA forcing her to obey the whims of a superior predator at the risk of her own safety. It certainly added a thrill to this situation.

But, no, that's not why she was the way she was. The real reason she was like this - on her knees, covered in sweat, with his cock resting along her eyes - was simple. She loved it. As lascivious and lewd as it was to say, she loved it. And she loved him.

“Naaaaaah~ Master Damian~” Maria moaned, her nose flaring, and her body shuddering, “Please... I cannot take it anymore...”

“Bah... you are getting me in trouble with my father,” said Damian sarcastically, “What am I going to do with you, Maria. Heh heh...!”

Gripping his dick, the young man pulled it away from Maria's body, revealing her wonderful blue eyes... and the way they were hazy with lust. She looked up at him with this desperate and pleading gaze, while she panted desperately for that which only he could give her.

And he was going to deliver. He'd always deliver.

Positioning himself in front of her, Damian placed his hand on his cock and began pumping it back and forth. She was utterly enthralled by his member, watching his hand run along his pulsating shaft, squeeze upon his throbbing veins, and push precum out of his slit.

Back. Forth. Back. Forth.

Those pumping hand movements made his dick bounce before her gaze, hypnotizing her. She sat there, mouth hung open, white-hot breaths leaving her lips, while her blue eyes remained entranced by his member. The way it moved, how it bounced, how hard and heavy it was, and those churning balls; her master had a marvelous penis. And after a few more pumps of his hand...

“Nnggh!”

“Ah~!”

Cum. White-hot cum. It launched from Damian's dick, and smacked Maria upon the face. Flinching, the hare pulled back and closed her eyes, but remained still on her knees so she could take every bit of seed on her face.

It was thick. It was hot. It was sticky. And it oooozzzzeeed so slow. Several spurts of spunk gently streaked down her face and features, marring her cheeks, her chin, her lips, before sliding down her neck, sprinkling upon her tits, and oozing into her cleavage.

Maria received her facial as she had received all of her facials before hand: With this dazed expression that belied her typically professional and aloof mannerisms. If any lesser servant would see her now, they'd never believe that she and the prim and proper Maria that was the head-housemaid would be the same person. Not this slut, this whore with cum marring her features, who sat there with a dazed expression.

And... well... maybe Damian was no better, for he smiled down upon the voluptuous hare. Maria in turn, took a few moments to finally return to reality, allowing her tongue to slither out and capture some of the cum that stained her face.

“Are you... okay?” asked Damian as he brought over a handkerchief that sat on his nightstand, “I wasn't... too rough with you, was I?”

The gentleness of his words was amplified by the kindness of his touch, as he softly began dragging that handkerchief along Maria's face and features. Her once panting mouth and slutty visage shifted into a warm smile as her blue eyes glowed. Looking up towards her young master with a demure and bashful gaze, the auburn-haired hare nuzzled against his palm, enjoying the touch of his hand.

“You are... too kind to me, Master Damian,” she whispered, her eyes closing shut.

“Those are my words, Maria,” said Damian as he finished cleaning her face of spunk, “Now then... I'd love to stay with you, but father has planned that I speak with him soon. I must take my leave.”

“Mmmff... Lord Joseph...” Maria whispered back... before moving in to embrace her young master, “Can he not wait? I do not think Lord Joseph would mind if I kept you with me for a little while longer...”

“Heh heh...! I don't want to keep my father waiting,” Damian replied whilst placing his hand on Maria's cheek, “And I do not wish for you to garner his ire due to my own avarice. I would love nothing more than to spend extended hours with you, Maria, but we both have duties. I cannot be tardy for this meeting, and you too must return to your duties as head-housemaid.”

“Nmmmff...”

To hear such mature words from him... what had happened in this world? While Damian was far from unruly or disobedient, he was still like many young men around his age. Meaning, he had an aversion to important things like meetings and talks. But now here he was, smiling down upon him before his eventual conversation with his father, whilst telling her of her own duties.

The world must have flipped upside down.

“Oooh... I still dislike this,” said Maria as she sat up on her knees, “But...” she then nodded, “You are right. You must meet with Lord Joseph, and I must bring our morning together to a close.”

“Heh heh...! There's no need to be so dramatic, Maria,” said Damian as he leaned in and grabbed her hands, “It's just the morning. I'm sure you will return to my chambers when the day is over, and the night begins. Speaking of...” he leaned in and pursed his lips, “You may want to run along now. You don't want the other servants catching you on your way back to your bedroom, do you?”

“Oh... Master Damian... mmmffff...”

They shared a kiss with one another, their lips pressed together in a chaste embrace... before going deeper. His tongue pushed into his mouth, where he ground it along hers, coaxing a moan from within. She pushed her tongue back against him, and for several moments, the two kissed each other like a pair of true lovers.

It was erotic and slow, but above all, it was passionate. And it was over far too soon for either of their liking.

Damian pulled away, almost cruelly in Maria's opinion. But she knew better. She knew how important it was for him to make his meeting with his father, and how she needed to be quick on her return back to her bedroom. Still, she did not want to part from her young master for any extended period of time.

But... even when lustful and aroused, Maria could grab a hold of her professionalism long enough to do what needed to be done. So she pulled back from Damian and hopped off of his bed, where she walked over towards a nearby chair. Resting upon it was her negligee from the previous night... as well as her discarded articles of clothing. It rested on the chair, on the floor around the chair, and even on the desk next to the chair, as if she were in a rush to take it all off!

And she was... but that's a given...

After neatly folding up her clothes and undergarments, Maria tightened her sash around her waist, and grabbed a nearby band to tie her long hair up into a ponytail. But before she could grab her things and start making her way back to her room...

Hug...

“Ah? Oh... Master...”

Damian's arms wrapped around her waist, and he hugged her close. Her back pressed to his chest, and a warm smile appeared on her lips. When she looked over, she saw an equal smile of warmth rest on her master's face.

They didn't need to say a word to one another. Why bother speaking, when their actions sing symphonies?

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Maria Chiffon was a symbol within the Banneker Estate. In the eyes of the servants, she was an ever constant presence. The perfect blend between motherly warmth and stern expertise, she could bolster a person with her kindness, and whip them into shape with her commands. There were none who would deny her, regardless of her species as a hare and her diminutive stature.

But that was then. This was now. And right now... well...

“Where is everybody...?”

Through the halls Maria walked, the sounds of her heels clicking along the walls. The silent walls. They bounced and rang into her ears, while she wore a sharp and perceptive expression. It had been some time since her morning with Damian, and she had cleaned herself off of any... ahem... foreign fluids. Her sweat was gone, the odor of sex too, and she once again wore her professional maid attire that garnered the respect of all those around.

Well, it usually would. For some reason, the halls of the state were empty, leaving Maria with only the sound of her clicking heels... and her own thoughts.

Where was everyone? It's not as if Lord Joseph had ordered them to do something; he was busy having his meeting with Damian. Had Lady Karin ordered something from them? If she had, then Maria would have been there, would she not? What was going on!?

The answer was far simpler... and Maria understood it.

The other servants were avoiding her.

Ever since she was given the high honor of baring Damian's child, Maria had noticed her fellow servants begin to avoid her. It was subtle at first. She'd enter a room, and they'd quietly excuse themselves so that they didn't need to be in the same area as her. But as time went on, their attempts to evade her grew more overt. They'd part ways, turn away, gaze around corners and then run into the opposite direction. Some even were even bold enough to ignore her outright!

On any other day, Maria would berate her fellow servants for their insubordinate and disrespectful actions. How dare they ignore her of all people! In many ways, she was as much their boss as Lord Banneker was!

But... that was the issue.

Maria was no longer their superior as a head-housemaid. To the other servants, ever since she began her illicit affair with Damian for the purpose of bringing him an heir, the hare had become something else. She was no longer Miss Maria, she was Mistress Maria.

Yes. That's what she heard them say through closed doors. Mistress Maid Maria is what they called her. Was the title supposed to be flattering? Or was it supposed to be mocking? In Maria's eyes, it sounded almost... perverse.

A mistress can be a woman of power over others. But a mistress can also be a man's extramarital partner. And that left Maria feeling... conflicted.

Maria's footsteps came to a halt as she now stood next to a window. Crossing her arms beneath her chest, the normally professional and stoic face of the head-housemaid shifted into something more... timid. Her blue eyes even darted about... before she let out a sigh, and her shoulders slumped forward.

Who was she? A short while ago, she would have said she was Maria, the head-housemaid of the Banneker Estate? But things had changed... and she could feel it. The hare even brought over her hand and placed it on her stomach, where she rubbed it through her clothes. While she was not showing yet, she could already feel the changes going on within her body. And even if that wasn't the case, she had no doubts that – sooner rather than later – she would be with child.

And that's what left Maria feeling so strange. When she was originally given the command to bear Damian's child, she did so with the same dedication she had for all of her orders. A part of her even naively thought that it would be a simple affair. They'd have sex, conceive a child, and life would go on back to normal.

But that's not what happened. Damian desired her body more and more... and in turn, she desired his body more and more. What started out as a simple mission became multiple nights of continued passion. Even now, Maria longed for the touch of her young master. To feel his hand grace her curvaceous body, and to hear his voice speak of how much he loved her.

And how she'd touch him back. And how she too would speak of how much she loved him.

Maria was a maid – a head-housemaid, but a maid nonetheless. Who was she to have Damian's love? She was only to bear his child and assure that the Banneker Estate would have a proper heir; nothing more, nothing less. So who is she to long for Damian's romantic feelings as well? She should have been happy being his mere concubine.

But Maria wanted more than that. Maria wanted all of him. But... did he want her in return?

This was not the first time these thoughts ran through her head, and they wouldn't be the last. She even began to mentally kick herself for her childishness, causing her to straighten back up. Regardless of how the other servants saw her – and regardless of how she saw herself – she knew she had a job to do. There was still so much work needed to be done in order to keep the Banneker Estate running at tip-top shape.

But before Maria turned to leave the hall, she glanced out the window that was next to her. Through it she saw the estate's wide gardens, where gardeners could be seen working... and Damian could be seen sitting with his father.

“Hm... what are they talking about...?” Maria whispered.

…

“I have an important mission for you, Damian.”

“For me...? Really?”

Joseph Banneker was the Lord of the Banneker Estate. An older man, he had brown hair with gray streaks running through it, a meticulously groomed beard upon his cheeks and chin, and was always wearing clothes of an affluent nature. Particularly clothing that was the color blue.

Today was no different.

Out in the middle of the estate's gardens, Joseph sat at a table, relaxing among the tranquil sounds of his home. Before him on the table was a cup of tea, a pitcher, two smaller cups of cream and sugar, and a plate full of crumpets. But most important of all was a call bell, one he held close to him.

Before him – on the opposing side of the table – was his son, Damian. Whereas his father wore this calm and composed smile whilst taking sips of his tea, his son was more focused and serious. Perhaps too serious.

“You could stand to relax, Damian,” said Joseph as he flashed his son a smile, “Please, enjoy the crumpets. Remington worked really hard on them, it would be a shame to let his hard work go to waste.”

“I'll be sure to give him my regards,” said Damian as he tilted his head up at his father, “I'd rather get down to business. You mentioned last night you wanted me to do something for you, and now you tell me it's an important mission. What's wrong?”

“Bah... you're a young man, Damian,” said Joseph, “You should truly learn to relax yourself. Or... more likely...” he looked at his son, his smile shifting into a wry grin, “You wish to return to Maria, I am sure.”

“I... gh... I wouldn't say that,” muttered Damian as he gazed to the side, his cheeks turning red with embarrassment, “I just... hhh... I would just prefer it if we didn't waste much time...” he looked back, “What is this important mission you have for me, Father?”

“We are Bannekers, Damian,” said his father as he placed his teacup back on the table, “We are businessmen and treasurers. We crunch the numbers and balance the budgets for many others throughout the generations. And you? You are no different.”

“Am I supposed to be flattered by this?” Damian muttered, to which his father shrugged his shoulders.

“I would be. You should be proud carrying such a legacy on your back,” said Joseph with a chuckle, before leaning in, “Damian. I wish to test your resolve, and see what you have learned during your time at the academy and what you've gotten through our bloodline. I would like you to go to the port town of Cortes and stay at the Banneker mansion there. Cortes' city budget has been in decline for the past two years, and it is in our family's interest if their budget stays above the board. I'm sure the mayor of Cortes – a dapper fellow by the name of Sir Dumas – would be thankful for the aid.”

“Uh-huh...” mumbled Damian in response as he tilted his head, “I'm... not quite sure I follow... hh...?” he tilted his head, “You want me to go to Cortes and... work at its treasury...?”

“In a way, yes,” said Joseph as he leaned upon the table and leered at his son, “I'm sure Sir Dumas has plenty of treasurers working to balance Cortes' budget as we speak. But there's a difference between your common rabble-rousers, and a Banneker. Doubly so when Cortes' coin pockets help fill our own.”

“Of course...” Damian groaned as he ran his hand through his head and rolled his eyes, “I don't understand, Father. We are already affluent enough, and, yes, Cortes is a beautiful place... but it's not incredibly important to our coffers...”

“You are far too smart to think that dismissal would work on me, Damian,” said Joseph, causing his son to gaze at him, reading the smile on his face, “And I am smart enough to know you are trying to skirt out of this duty. You're acting indifferent, Damian, but I know better...” raising his finger, he waved it from side to side, “It will not work on me.”

“Father...”

Damian deflated slightly, an annoyed sigh leaving his lips. Truth be told, he felt somewhat conflicted. Being given a duty by his father – any duty – was a high honor. While he and Joseph disagreed on many things – especially in relation to... well... his relationships – he did still love his father... and he desired to impress him.

He'd never say such a thing out loud however, instead appearing indignant and abrasive... even though Joseph could see through that.

“I suppose I have no choice then,” said Damian as he looked back at his father, “When will this trip to Cortes take place?”

“By the end of the month,” answered his father, “I'll have all of the travel plans prepared for you. All you'd need to do is prepare your own ledger and books for your number crunching.”

“Hmmm... I see...” Damian mumbled to himself... before staring his father in the eye, “But before I make any hasty plans, Father... may I make a request?”

Joseph didn't hesitate. He already knew what his son was going to ask.

“Maria...?” he whispered, to which Damian nodded, “I'll have you know, Damian, despite your relationship with Maria, she is still nothing more than a servant. And as a servant, she has duties here at the estate.”

His father's words actually angered him. Of all the things Maria was, she was no mere servant. Servants are nothing more than submissive subordinates who await whatever command is given to them, where they then perform said command to the best of their abilities. Maria may have been a maid, yes, but she was certainly no submissive subordinate.

Well... she could be submissive at times, but that's under completely different circumstances.

But Damian was also quick to dispel these feelings. Despite his feelings towards Maria, what his father said was objectionably right. Maria Chiffon was nothing more than a servant. A high-ranking servant who manages the other servants of their estate, but she was a servant nonetheless. She had poise, and gumption, and power, but she was still – as his father said – a servant. And her duties were here at the Banneker Estate.

But did they have to be? Especially when – sooner rather than later – her pregnancy would make itself known. Were servants so beneath them that Maria could be reduced to nothing more than a baby-making machine?

No. That didn't make any sense. Joseph Banneker may be a rich businessman with dominion over Dudral's treasury, but he wasn't evil... as insane as it sounds. Moreover, Joseph had nothing but the utmost and greatest respect for Maria. There's a reason why she has served as the home's head-housemaid for close to a decade now. Putting it lightly...

Joseph would not call Maria a mere 'servant'.

Damian straightened up as he looked at his father. Joseph looked back, his head tilted to the side.

“You're not going to give this up, are you...?” he asked, to which his son shook his head.

“Would you expect anything less of me?”

Joseph smiled, where he leaned back in his chair and shook his head.

“No. I suppose I would not,” he replied, “Okay then. Fine. If you desire Maria to leave with you, then there is nothing I can do to stop it. Do understand however, if she stayed here, she'd have access to on the service medical attention.”

Damian flinched and pulled back. Annoying though it was to say, his father was right. Here at the estate, Maria had the full help of the other servants to aid her if something were to arise. That was very important, because while she was not yet showing, everyone was sure she was pregnant.

What if something happened while they were at Cortes? Could he get her to a hospital in time? No. No. He was overthinking it. Sure, there was a chance Maria could grow injured or sick due to her pregnancy, but that could be said for anyone in her position. Besides, he knew what his father was trying to do.

Even now, he was testing him.

“I'll tell Maria the good news tonight,” said Damian as he grabbed a crumpet before him, “I'm sure she'd love the chance to return to Cortes. It has been years since she's last seen the port...”

“Ah... so you do intend on leaving for Cortes with Maria,” said Joseph with a nod, “I suppose I am not surprised. I figured you wouldn't change your decision. Nevertheless...” he peered at his son, “Tell me, Damian, what are you planning to do with Maria? What are your plans with Maria?”

“Wh-what...?” Damian mumbled back, “What kind of question is that?”

“A simple one,” he father answered with a mere shrug of his shoulders, “And I'm sure a young man like you has an answer. You are my son, after all; I doubt you haven't pondered this yourself.”

“I...! Nggh...”

Damian flinched, then pulled back, and then looked away. Several times his mouth opened to respond, but the words just wouldn't leave him. Instead, he thought about what his father asked, and wondered if he even had an answer to give.

What were his plans for Maria? Did he even have plans for Maria? His father was asking him this question like he was planning on marrying Maria! But... that's ridiculous, right? Him? Marrying Maria? She was still his maid – he hadn't forgotten that – and she was only supposed to bear his child – he hadn't forgotten that either.

But...

“Maria is...” he whispered, “The future mother of my child. To me, that makes her more than just a maid... more than just a servant. And... if I am heading out to Cortes, I think it is only right that I let her enjoy a vacation with me,” he looked back over towards his father, “Is that so much to ask...?”

Damian expected a retort, perhaps even a retaliatory glare. Instead, he read his father's trademark smile... which only left him feeling more conflicted. What was the old man's game here? Was he trying to goad his son into doing something? Or was he trying to convince him to do something else? It was like they were playing a game of mental chess, and Damian wasn't sure if he was winning.

Could he even win?

“Well then, my son,” said Joseph as he grabbed his tea cup and brought it to his lips, taking a quick swig, “I'm happy to hear this from you. If you wish to take Maria with you to Cortes, then so be it. I will not stop you,” he looked over, “As I said before, the trip to Cortes is planned for the end of the month. I'll let Sir Dumas know of your arrival. I'm sure he'll be disappointed; he was probably hoping that I would be the one who balanced the budget. Buuuuut, you are my son, and I'm sure you can handle this all on your own.”

“Tch... are you trying to annoy me...? Damian muttered... before sighing and nodding, “I'll make my own preparations for the trip to Cortes. Hm... but first, let me speak with Maria...”

Joseph smiled at his son, but didn't say a word, confusing him. Damian gazed at his father for a few moments... before straightening up and turning around. Behind him was Maria, who stood there with her ears perked up. It caused her young master's heart to plunge into his stomach and his mouth to gape... before instantly straightening up as he rushed over towards her.

“M-Maria!” he said as he placed his hands on his maid's shoulders, “I-is everything okay? D-did something happen? H-how long have you been standing there?”

The concern in his voice was palpable, painting a wide smile upon Maria's face. Her cheeks even turned red, and her body began to shudder. Her legs were growing weak, her knees nearly buckling, forcing her to grab upon her young master for support.

“A-apologies, Master Damian,” she said, “I came when I saw you and your father speaking with one another. I may have overheard more than what was expected of me...”

“Overheard...” Damian repeated, “Oh! Y-you mean the trip to Cortes...?” he titled his head, “Did you hear that?”

“Yes, I did,” she replied with a nod whilst clutching her young master by the wrists, “You... want me to come with you, no? I'd normally say that you should take Brooklyn with you. She's younger and can be of more help, but...” she nodded again, but more furious this time, “I-I'd love to go with you, Master Damian.”

“That's good to hear, Maria,” he said, this genuine and warm smile spreading on his lips, “Please, take all the time you need to prepare. Make sure everything is in order for our departure. I don't think you nor I want the estate to devolve without you being there.”

“Yes, you're right,” she answered, “I'll... ah... I'll have to speak with Mister Rembrandt to fill in for me while I'm gone. Ah...” she then clinched her hands together and closed her eyes, while her body rumbled from tip to toe, “Oh! I-I'm so excited, Master Damian! I...!”

Maria was typically refined, some would even say to a fault. The number of times they had seen her smile could be counted on one hand, and that was no exaggeration. But right here, her face was alight with joy and excitement; a far cry from how restrained she usually was. Her cheeks were rosy, her eyes were bright, she wore this beaming smile on her face, she clutched against Damian so much, and her foot just wouldn't stop--

Thump! Thump! Thumping!

Against the ground.

Joseph watched it all, his once smiling expression having grown more quizzical and introspective. Resting his chin upon his bridged hands, he continued watching the two, reading their reactions to one another silently. To his further surprise, Damian reached down and pursed his lips, with Maria stiffening upon the tips of her toes to meet him. And together...

Chu~

They shared a kiss.

Ring Ring! Ring Ring! Ring Ring!

Maria's eyes grew wide and she pulled back from Damian, breaking their kiss. That sound. She knew that sound better than the back of her hand. It rang in her ears and caused her to look away, gazing into Joseph's direction. His hand was hovering above her call bell.

“Maria,” he said, “Would you mind? I wish to have a word with you.”

“Oh... ahem... o-of course, Master Joseph,” she said whilst giving him a respectful bow, “A-anything you need, I will perform to the best of my duties. As I always have.”

“I'm sure you will.”

With a fleeting look, Maria looked up at Damian, who looked between both her and his father. What was his father going to ask her? He was sure it had something to do with their relationship with one another. But if that's the case, shouldn't Damian be a part of this conversation? Less he wanted to keep a secret with Maria. Gah... that only made him more upset!

And this wasn't lost on the hare.

She looked up at her young master, reading the almost abrasive look he wore on his face. But instead of scolding him or asking him what was wrong, she raised her hand and placed it on his cheek, where she gently rubbed him in a soothing manner.

Damian nodded.

“I'll go and... get started on the trip, then,” he said as he pulled back, “And...” he looked back at Maria, “I recommend you do the same.”

“Of course, Master Damian,” she said with a sheepish nod, “I'll speak with you later so we can coordinate our trip plans.”

Maria nodded again, while Damian pulled back to leave. Several times he looked over his shoulder towards his father and the rabbit... but he eventually entered into the estate, leaving them behind. When he vanished from view, the auburn-haired hare let out a deep breath, and then turned to face her lord.

Joseph stared back at her.

“Maria... we need to talk...”

…

The port town of Cortes. When was the last time she had been there? Years ago, right? Yes... five years ago, to be exact. It was shortly after Damian's thirteenth birthday. The family planned an impromptu vacation to Cortes, where they stayed at their beach-side mansion. Usually when they went on vacations, they did so alone, bringing only a few maids and servants to make life easier for them at Cortes. Maria was not one of them. As beloved and helpful as she was, it was imperative that she stayed at the Banneker Estate proper to make sure everything ran smoothly while the family was gone.

But this time, things were different. This time, she wasn't coming with the full breadth of the family, but just Damian.

Just. Damian.

Chuga-Chuga-Chuga-Chuga!

“Is everything okay, Maria?”

“Yes. Everything is lovely. Thank you for asking, Master Damian.”

The Baldr Express was an immaculate train. The most opulent and high-powered train in the kingdom of Dudral, it was created to house the royal family and its constituents when traveling through Dudral as a whole. But as time went on, the royal family began using a more personal train to travel through their kingdom, leaving this railroad to the wayside. But the Baldr Express was not merely sent to the train yard to be reduced to scrap and rust. Instead, it opened its doors to those powerful enough – and rich enough – to afford it.

Thankfully, Damian was both.

The train ran through glittering emerald fields of grass, with the Blueshire Mountain range visible in the distance. One could see various buildings and towns dot the land, as well as the major city of Windville in the far, far distance. But above all – above all – there was the smell. For if one were to roll down the window and take a long, hard--

Snnnniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiifffff!!!

They'd smell the delicious taste of sea salt dance on their nostrils. Cortes was close.

Maria sat there, gazing out the window with a smile on her face. For the first time in a long time, she wasn't wearing her maid outfit, denoting her class as a servant. Instead she wore something more... bright. On her short and stacked body lay this white and blue sundress. Its spaghetti straps gripped around her shoulders, while the bodice lifted, supported, and drew ample attention to her cleavage. Around her stomach was a blue corset that hugged her tight, flaunting her illustrious figure. And to top it all off, there was a split on her dress which exposed one of her shapely legs.

Damian didn't know she had such clothing. It looked nice on her.

He was dressed appropriately as well. A burgundy vest sat on his shoulder with matching slacks and a white button up beneath it. In a way, it didn't look too dissimilar to the uniform he wore when going to his academy. Even the buttons had this golden sheen to it. If you were to take a quick glance towards him, you'd think he was a cadet in the Royal Dudral Army.

Together, the two sat on the plush leather seats of their opulent ride. Around them was the luxurious interior of the Baldr Express, with its varnished wood surfaces and walls, velvet rugs, and golden metal linings. Everything in here was spotless, having been meticulously cleaned by the train's workers before their affluent guests arrived. For Maria, it was markedly different being the one tended too as opposed to tending to others.

“More tea, ma'am?” said a waitress – a lovely doe – as she passed them by with a kettle in hand.

“Yes. Certainly,” answered Maria as she offered up her teacup.

The doe nodded and bowed before the hare, before filling her teacup to the near brim. Silently, Maria thanked her, before pulling back to place the cup to her lips, where she took a tepid sip. Oh. So hot. Yet so flavorful. She enjoyed her tea bitter like this. So pleasant.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” asked Damian as the waitress walked away.

“Very much so,” Maria answered as she looked up at her young master, a proud smile spreading out on her lips, “Being here with you... it is so lovely, Master Damian. Aah... it's been so long since I rode on the Baldr Express. Just sitting here and... enjoying the tea and treats with you... I don't ever want to leave.”

Damian grew silent, instead sitting there to scan the looks on Maria's face. How bright it was, how much she smiled, how happy she appeared to be. For some reason, it made him feel unwell. Not sickly; he wasn't green in the face or pale. He just felt a little sick in the stomach.

What Maria was experiencing right now as a luxury so very few got to experience in life, but one he knew all too well. He always had a clean home, with dutiful servants, and things like lavish clothes and delicious foods. And you know who was responsible for all of that? The hare currently sitting in front of him.

It was because of Maria that he had the comfortable life he had now. If it weren't for her giving orders out to the rest of their servants, life at his estate would have degraded long ago. Her dedication to make sure his home ran well was second to none. She was so devoted to the Banneker family, she went as far as to sleep with him on a daily basis to bear his child.

Of course, Damian knew she enjoyed the sex. Maria's slutty face and erotic voice was so ingrained into his memory, he'd never forget it. But it was still a duty to her, one she didn't have to take – one that was even extreme to take – yet she took it without hesitation. Inside of her right now, gestating and taking root, was his future child. And Maria did it all with a smile.

If anyone in this world deserved devotion, deserved love and attention, deserved to be treated like royalty, it was her.

But for all of her hard work in life, she'd never get it, would she? It is the sad life of a servant. They can be as dedicated and as diligent as anyone, but that won't change a damned thing. And why? Because she wasn't born in the right family? As if she chose something like this?

“Mrgg...”

“Hm? Master? Is... something the matter...?”

Maria looked up at Damian, reading his face. He was gazing to the distance while wearing an expression of frustration and annoyance. Coaxed from her seat, Maria walked over towards his side of the table, where she sat down next to him, and placed her hand on his thigh.

“Master Damian,” said the rabbit, her lips a frown of concern, “Are you okay? You'd tell me if something is amiss, right?”

“I... haah... I would,” he replied with a nod, “I was just... deep in thought is all...” Touch... “Ah...?”

Damian looked down and over. On his forehead was Maria's hand. She touched him with this gentleness that was expected of a mature woman like herself. Gently, she brushed her palm along his head, reading the distress on his face, and the way his body grew so stiff. This drew her in closer, as she pressed her body against his... and caused her chest to become more pronounced.

Damian's eyes grew wide at the sight of Maria's busty chest. The way her sundress clutched her chest drew more attention to her body. Her curvaceous body, her short height; you'd think after all the nights they've spent with one another, he'd be used to it all.

You would be wrong.

Damian had long since gotten in touch with his libido... and how voracious it was. The number of times he had called Maria over for 'help' at odd times of the day was innumerable. It was she who said something along the lines of 'I'm a bunny rabbit. Breeding and having large families are what we are best at'.

At the time, Damian wasn't sure if he could keep up pace with her. Now things were different. Now he wondered if he could keep up pace with himself.

“Maria...” he whispered, to which she shook her head.

“Are you stressed, Master Damian,” she said, this kindly smile on her lips as she began gripping at the edge of her cleavage, “If you are feeling stressed, then... I can help you relieve yourself~”

“Maria,” he whispered again... before swallowing his spit, “Haah...”

He wanted to say 'no'. He wanted to tell her that – for as bold as he was – this was risky. They weren't at home where they could easily retreat to any one of the dozens or so hidden nooks and crannies within their estate. They were on this train, sharing this space with several others, including workers. How would the newspapers throughout Dudral look like with a headline of:

SON OF BANNEKER FOUND FRATERNIZING WITH MAID SERVANT

Hm... with that in mind, it wouldn't really be that out of place. Headlines like that were a dime a dozen.

But before Damian could voice his concerns, Maria reached down. Grabbing the split of her sundress, she slowly pulled it up, revealing more of her shapely thigh, and the curve of her hip. Damian's eyes grew wide at the sight of her hip, and his cheeks turned red. She meanwhile gave him this seductive and mischievous smirk.

“If you are tense or stressed, then tell me~” Maria whispered, her tone sweet and sexually charged, “It is my duty to help tend to whatever is bothering you.”

With the way she was touching him, she wasn't giving him much of a choice. Maria's hand began to gently drag along his hip and thigh once again, where she brought it over towards his crotch. Stiffening further, Damian clinched his teeth and closed his eyes, appearing abrasive... but not stopping the hare.

“Ooooh~”

Maria's blue eyes snapped down. Against her fingers and grinding against Damian's slacks, was his burgeoning cock. It began pressing against his trousers, forming a sizable lump that would make a woman perform a double-take. Her young master was a well-endowed young man; blessed with this penis of amazing shape, girth, and length. Whenever that thing slid into her, it beat away whatever thoughts were going through her mind. All that mattered in that moment was the pleasure of being fucked.

Such a shame they were out in public... and that Damian cared about his reputation. If not, Maria would have been bolder. Instead, she would have to be stealthy.

Ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiip!

“Ah?”

Damian's eyes grew wide and he looked down. Staring back at him was the open fly of his pants. He could see his underwear on the other end... and the ever growing lump that was forming between his legs. He didn't get to look at it for long however, before Maria's hand drifted over. It hovered upon his stiffening manhood, rubbing him gently... while she stared up at him with a wicked smirk.

Maria was refined, professional, stoic, and elegant.

But...

She was also seductive, lustful, and slutty.

There was a side to the hare that no one knew of. A side that only Damian had come to know. And that was the fact that Maria was secretly a very lurid woman. Even she seemed unaware of just how lascivious her nature was, for only a wanton whore would be rubbing the crotch of her master.

Wearing a wicked grin, Maria's blue eyes looked out towards the rest of the train car they were in. The waitresses within were speaking to other patrons, completely unaware of what was going on behind them. Good. That allowed the bunny to push her hand into Damian's underwear...

“Ngghh!”

Where she began fishing for his cock.

He felt the flawless and delicate hand of the hare run along his crotch. His taut and sensitive flesh were teased by her palm, which sent jolts of pleasure racing through him. Her young master tried to remain indignant and abrasive – he even clinched his teeth – but his defenses were falling beneath her erotic assault.

Maria's nimble fingers wrapped around Damian's cock, where she gently pulled it out from between his legs. Eyes wide and cheeks red, he watched as his length stood out in the open for all to see... that is if the table wasn't in the way blocking it. The hare meanwhile giggled... and started pumping her hand back and forth...

Fap... Fap... Fap... Fap...

Along his shaft and to his glands, Maria's palm raced along Damian's cock. He remained tense and defensive, his teeth gritted and face twitching... while the pleasure raced through his body. Why? Why was her hand so perfect? The pads on her palm were so smooth, so flawless, and the pressure of her grip was juuuuuuuust right.

This was far from the first time he'd been blessed by one of Maria's handjobs, but that didn't mean he was weak against her assault. Every squeeze of her hand caused more precum to bubble from the tip of his dick, which glistened in the light around them. Damian even nearly doubled over, instead placing his hands on the table in front of him to hold himself upright.

“Oh my, Master Damian~” whispered Maria with mocking sensuality, “You're... so big...! Ngggh...! Why is that...?” she then looked up at him with this pleading look in her eye as she nibbled against her bottom lip, “Are you so hard because of me? Or are you hard because of the situation? Are you a pervert, Master Damian? Does the fear of getting caught turn you on so...?”

He wanted to berate her for what she was doing and what she was saying. How dare she taunt him! Was it not her who had her hand wrapped around his dick? It's not like he was casually masturbating out in public on something!

But, damn, was Maria right. As shameless as it was to say, he'd be lying if he said his cock wasn't so hard, it pained him. The way she pleasured him didn't hurt things either, as his mouth split open, and he let out a dry groan.

“Oooooohnngggh...”

It was low. So low, that the rumbling of the train around them – quiet though it was – was strong enough to drown out his moan. But Maria heard it. Her ears rang as she listened to the delicious sound of his moan, coaxing her to moan as well.

“Aaauugghhh~~~”

Maria's blue eyes looked up towards her master, reading his face, and indulging in all of it. The sounds, the sights; he was a beautiful young man, and it made her heart rise in her chest knowing she could please him. The hare was significantly older than her young master, and she had no qualms using that skill of hers to please him.

That was her duty, after all.

As the seconds ticked by, Damian's defenses disappeared. His mouth hung open as he panted, and more precum was squeezed out from his dick. It tracked upon Maria's fingers, who gave a low groan as her blue eyes briefly looked out towards the rest of the train. Yes, they were still alone. That's good.

Fap! Fap! Fap! Fap! Fap! Fap! Fap!

“Gggghuuuuuggghh...!”

Damian's moan was even louder than before, yet it still went silent against the rest of the train. Maria's handjob had doubled in speed, now jerking him off in earnest. Had it not been for the slacks he wore, his balls would have been smacking against one another!

“Ngghg...! M-Maria...! I...!” Damian whispered, causing her to shake her head.

“No, Master, it's okay. You're doing great~” she whispered back reassuringly, “Just enjoy yourself. Relax. Unwind. Destress,” leaning in, she pursed her lips, “And let me take care of you~ Chu~”

Against his cheek she planted a kiss... followed by another kiss... and another kiss. Damian continued fidgeting in place, but could no longer defend himself from Maria's erotic assault. More and more precum oozed upon her hand, leaving her digits glistening and sticky in his sensual fluids. The odor too started dancing on her nose, which made her mouth water.

Damian looked over, still panting as his eyes looked her up and down. She was leaning in so close to him, that her busty breasts were squeezed slightly against his arm and shoulder. It caused her already pronounced chest to appear bigger and plumper, guiding him to bring over his hand, and--

Plap!

“Oh~! Massterrr~~~”

Instinctively, Damian began squeezing and groping Maria's tit. Her soft and shapely boob was so malleable, so pliable, so big! When he squeezed it once, he just wanted to squeeze it again, and again, and again! How many times had he seen her nude body? How many times has he watched her breasts bounce up and down, or sway back and forth? So why? Why couldn't he keep his hands off of her?

“Nmmph~ Mmff~ Hmnnn~ Oh Master~” Maria moaned as she nuzzled her chest more into his awaiting palm, “Yes, grope me more~ Toy with my body to your heart's content~”

When given free reign to do something like that, what was Damian supposed to think about outside of sex? He just wanted to push these objects off of the table right here and now, and indulge in Maria's body! But he couldn't do that, not with all these people around! So, what, he was just stuck here with this hard on? No. Maria wasn't going to stop until he had been 'destressed', he knew that much. But how would she do it?

Well...

“Maria...” Damian whispered as he looked at her, “Your mouth...”

She suddenly stopped, her head tilted towards him in a quizzical manner while she wore a face of curiosity. Though... it didn't take long for her face to twist into a devious visage. The grin on her lips, the twitching of her ears, the gaze in her eyes; it was the perfect definition of the word 'nymphomaniac'.

“Of course, Master~”

For comfort and warmth, Maria had brought one of her jackets with her. Grabbing it off the other seat, she draped it over her head to cover her... before descending down. The auburn-haired hare slipped under the chair, vanishing from view of anyone who may look over. She then drew closer, where she fitted herself between Damian's legs.

Maria's blue eyes looked forward. Bouncing before her like a pillar of lust was Damian's penis. It throbbed, it twitched, it oozed with precum, and it all made Maria's mouth water.

“Oh Master~” she whispered, “You're so well-endowed. The gods have truly blessed you with something so... wondrous~ It is my honor to service something so gifted~ Chu~ Oh yessss~”

Lips pursed, Maria pressed a kiss upon the bottom of Damian's cock, making it bounce on her face. With how long and thick it was, she could tell he was about to explode. Honestly, he was about to explode several minutes ago! And the bunny knew right here he could stick it!

But not yet. No. Just a little bit more fun. Just... a little... more... fun...

“Schlup~! Nmmmmmm~~~”

Maria's mouth wrapped around Damian's cock, resting his length along her nimble tongue. Despite how dangerous this situation was, he had enough mental strength to not let out a loud moan, instead gritting his teeth and gripping the edge of the table hard. Not that she was making it easier, for as soon as she got used to his girth resting in her maw, the shortstack rabbit began pushing her mouth down around him.

Up and down her head bobbed, while her lips stretched along his shaft. Spit oozed down the creases of his lips, staining the fullness of his cock while she gave soft moans around him. Mature and erotic sounding 'Mmmmmmsss' echoed from the hare's muffled maw and her eyes closed shut as she focused entirely around the throbbing dick she sucked on.

Oh. Why did it taste so phenomenal? Its salt, its bitterness, its heat: it all mixed together to create this flavor that was unmatched by anything and everything else. The more she sucked on it, the more she needed him. Her appetite grew voracious, with her tongue dragging slowly from the hilt of his shaft all the way to the glands.

“So good~” she whispered as she pursed her lips again, “Nmmph... Chu~”

Once, twice, thrice she kissed the head of Damian's cock, spreading his precum all along her lips and his length. Her young master was left shuddering under her oral assault, nearly even falling over. Instead he leaned back in his chair, his mouth agape as his green eyes gazed out towards the rest of the train car.

A waitress was speaking to a couple. A businessman was gazing absentmindedly out of a window. The door to the back had opened up, revealing another servant with a rolling tray containing a variety of treats and drinks. And that servant was walking towards everyone in the train car, asking them if they wanted something to drink or eat. Damian grew pale in the place as he watched the hostess come closer, while Maria continued sucking his dick.

Why should she care about this waitress? That's why the jacket was here!

The hare could hear the rolling of the tray drift into her ears. Even as she was focused wholly on sucking Damian's dick, she still had enough wherewithal to pull her jacket over her head and his lap, covering her completely. And, sure, if someone were paying close attention to the spot between his legs, they may see the lump that was her head, especially as she slowly sucked up and down on his length. Otherwise, Damian looked completely normal.

He just needed to keep his wits about him.

“Gaah...!”

“A refill, Mr. Banneker?”

“Wh-what!?”

Damian jolted upright and looked over. He was so focused on Maria and her mouth, he had practically lost track of the hostess. Now she stood before him – this brunette canine woman – wearing a kindly smile on her face as she pushed forth her kart.

“A refill, Mr. Banneker?” she repeated, “Would you like a refill on the coffee you were drinking? Your bowls of cream and sugar also appear low, and your plate of breadsticks is empty too. Would you like a refresh of all these items?”

“I...! Nghh!”

Damian flinched... and Maria's eyes twitched. With her jacket over her head, she was completely covered in darkness, incapable of seeing anything. This only amplified the feeling of servitude she had for his cock. The odor, the taste, the feeling of it pulsating, even the sounds of his body; it all drowned out her mind, making her focus entirely on pleasing the splendid rod of her beloved master.

“Y-yes,” said Damian as he grabbed a napkin from off the table and dabbed it on his forehead, “I would like a refill of these things. Thank you, ma'am.”

“Certainly.”

The hostess bent over as she began pulling various objects off of her rolling tray. First a container of breadsticks, which she replaced their empty plate with. Next were the two bowls containing sugar and cream to use on their coffee and tea. Next was the coffee cup itself, which she picked up by its handle, and dipped casually to fill Damian's cup.

He leaned back in his chair, remaining rigid with his face focused... and his cheeks red. Dammit, couldn't she move faster? It was difficult keeping his mind in place. Here he was, interacting with the waitress, while Maria continued sucking his cock!

And she was growing even hungrier.

The shortstack rabbit pushed down, digging his cock into her throat and esophagus. Raising his hand, Damian covered his mouth like he was about to sneeze. It was instead to catch the deep moan he was about to fill the air with. Maria's throat wrapped tightly around his cock, holding him hostage and milking him off, while jolts and rumbles raced up and down her form.

The waitress noticed none of this. She just kept filling his cup of coffee up until the very end, where she pulled back up and smiled at him.

“Is this to your liking, Mr. Banneker?” she asked.

“YES!” he replied, before coughing to regain his composure, “A-apologies. Uh. Yes, this coffee looks amazing. Thank you, ma'am.”

“Lovely,” she replied, before looking over towards the opposing side of the booth, “Hm... where is Miss Chiffon?”

“She's... ggh... she went to the lavatory,” Damian lied, making the waitress straighten up.

“Would she like a refill of her tea? It is getting rather low.”

“Y-yes, please,” he said.

“Certainly.”

While he wanted the waitress to leave quickly so he could break this facade he wore, he still had to act normal. So he sat there, watching as the waitress poured for Maria a cup of tea, still unaware of the sexual act going mere inches away. Maria's own sucking grew stronger, absolutely squeezing around her young master's cock, and holding it hostage. He shuddered, panted too, all while the waitress continued pouring the hare's tea until the cup was full.

“There,” she said whilst straightening back up, “Do you need aid with anything else, Mr. Banneker?”

“N-no. Thank you, ma'am,” he said whilst placing his hand down upon the jacket covering his lap... which caused him to palm the middle of Maria's head.

The shortstack rabbit froze to a halt as she felt the hand of her young master. Even through her jacket, she could feel the power of his palm, as if he was holding her still and forcing her in place. She shuddered, while spit oozed from her lip and fell to the ground between them. Slowly, Maria pulled her lips off of Damian's cock with an audible--

Pop!

“Hm? What was that...?” asked the hostess as she looked around.

“What was... what...?” he replied in confusion, causing her to stop.

“Oh... nothing...” she said whilst pulling back and bowing, “Please, continue to enjoy your ride, Mr. Banneker. If you need any help, don't hesitate to ask.”

“Yes. Th-thank you, ma'am.”

Tightly, Damian gripped the table before him, while the waitress walked off to continue serving the other riders of the train. This allowed him the freedom to finally let loose the gasp he was holding in. Maria meanwhile pulled off of his length, leaving it slathered in a combination of her spit and his precum. The jacket fell to the wayside soon after, revealing herself in full, as well as his erect cock as it pointed upwards.

“So big, Master Damian,” Maria cooed as she arose to sit next to him again, her hand once again falling on his dick, “And your stamina... so virile. I felt you reach your limit several times over, but you never came. Amazing performance, Master Damian.”

“Ha...! Haa...! Haaaah...! Nggh...! Maria... you're being...!” Fap! Fap! Fap! “Ggghh...!”

“I'm being... what?” she replied with a teasing giggle, “This is your fault, Master Damian. For an entire week, you made sure to get in touch with your masculine side, at the same time you helped me relearn how amazing it was to be a woman. I think it is only right if you take responsibility for your actions~”

As she spoke, she not only stroked his cock, but she teased at her breasts with her other hand, causing it to bounce and bounce and bounce. Damian's mouth hung open, a sliver of drool hanging from his lips as the desires within him continued to mount. That hunger showed in his green eyes as it traveled up and down Maria's curvaceous form, and his length oozed with the desperate need to be pleased.

Damian reached over, where he placed his hand upon Maria's hip. She cooed from his touch, while his palm stroked down towards her thigh. The split in her skirt allowed him to touch her body directly, where he watched the cream fur of her body bend under his sweaty palm. Around and around he stroked her body, coaxing erotic groans from her lips which were stifled by her lips, and the rumbling of the train. But Damian did not stop there, for with a firm grip, he lifted Maria up and pulled her over.

Pat...

Gently, she fell on his lap, where her back rested along his chest. Damian was far from the tallest man around, but his height was still great enough to overshadow hers. So she reclined against him, groaning as his taller body felt so comforting to her.

“Oh... Master~” she whispered... while her hips started grinding back and forth.

His turgid length – so hard and hot – ground back against her curvy ass. Even through the skirt of her sundress, he could feel the softness of her ass push back against him. And Maria did it all with a grin on her lips, indulging in the erotic torture she put her young master through. The entire world around them ceased to matter, not now, not with how sexually charged they were, and the wicked length he was sporting between his legs.

Reaching under her skirt, Maria gripped the panties she wore by the waistband. Slowly, she plucked and pulled them down, exposing her moist mound to the train around them. Immediately, her erotic odor cut through the air and penetrated Damian's nose, where he moaned.

No one would notice this smell, not unless they were as knowledgeable of Maria and her body as he was.

Her plump pussy – so pink and wet – glistened between her thighs. Slowly rising up, she pulled up her skirt, and positioned her cunt above his cock. The heat of his dick pushed back against her pussy, coaxing a moan from her lips as well. Fuck, she was so damn horny that her hardened nipples were starting to poke through the bodice of her sundress!

She should've worn a bra... not like she cared.

All she needed to do was--

Puuuuuussssssshhh!

“Mmmmff~~~!”

“Hnnngghh!”

One push. One drop, and Damian's domineering dick slipped right into Maria's moist mound. His cock pushed apart her walls with ease, filling her up with the familiar feeling of his cock. The heat, the size, the girth, the length; all of it was so intimate to her, and so damn perfect. Likewise for Damian, who felt the familiar sensation of her cunt wrapping and clinching upon his dick, holding it with a possessive grip.

They were doing it. They were fucking in the middle of a train car! Softly, Maria rose her body and dropped it down, moving juuuuuuust far enough to send the full weight of her body down upon Damian's cock, without drawing attention to what they were doing. Sumptuous 'Pats!' echoed out from the collisions of their bodies, which sent quivers throughout the rest of the shortstack rabbit's body. From her plush ass, to her thicc thighs, and up to her busty breasts, her body did what bunnies do best...

Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.

“Ngggghh...!”

Damian gritted his teeth as wave after wave of pleasure was sent racing through his body. Dammit, Maria wasn't sparing him in the least bit. Her greedy cunt suckled his dick down to the hilt, and traced it all the way to the tip. He leaned back, his head tipping towards the ceiling as he let out another silent moan which was drowned out by the train around them. But if she thought he was just going to sit there and be nothing more than a toy for her to ride upon, then she would be sorely disappointed.

Grab! Grab!

“Oh~ Master~”

Scratch that. She would've been disappointed if he did sit there and do nothing.

Bringing up his hands, Damian grabbed Maria. One hand sat on her curved hip, gripping her tight. His other hand came up to grab her tit, squeezing it through her bodice. She groaned and jerked her body forward, grinding her tit into his palm, before wiggling her hip deeper into his other palm. Then she looked over her shoulder, staring up towards her young master with this saucy smirk on her face.

“So barbaric of you, Master~” she teased, “I'm so much older than you, and yet you crave my body nonetheless~ Nnmmmmph~ Hoooh~! I'm so blessed to be with a master as kindly as you~” Pat! “Oh~!”

Maria's eyes swelled. Without warning, Damian thrusted upwards into her, making her bounce upon his cock. Her tits flew high enough to nearly smack her chin with how forceful he had become, and her mind began to quiver. At the same time, her pussy clinched harder around his dick, as if preparing itself for what was to come.

They've had sex a lot, and in that time, her body had practically been honed by him. She knew the shape of his cock like the back of her hand. Every individual ridge and fold was painted like a glorious portrait in her brain. And in turn, Damian knew her body just as well. He knew the location of every single one of her weak spots... and how to abuse them.

Pat...! Pat...! Pat...! Pat...! Pat...!

“Nmmmmphh~~~!?”

Maria raised her hand, covering her mouth to block the moans that came dangerously close from leaving her lips. Before her was the rest of the train interior, with the other patrons still unaware of what was going on at the back of the car. She was riding her master, his dick scraping along her walls, punching her weak spots with expert precision. And not a single person was aware of it.

It wasn't just the sex. It wasn't even just the danger of the situation. But it was the train itself. The reverberations of the train's wheels against the track, traveled through the train car itself, into the chair, into Damian's body, through his cock, and into her pussy. He didn't need to slam his dick into her like a rivet; the train's rumbling was amplifying the feeling of their sex all on its own.

And it was glorious.

“HMMMMPHH~~~!”

Maria moaned, practically screaming against her hand. Her pussy began twitching crazily, showing just how desperate she was for him and his seed. Damian's dick too was throbbing in her cunt, ready to give her the load she so desperately craved for. But – somehow – he had enough mental resilience to not start ramming into her cunt. If he did that, there was no way they'd remain undetected.

Instead, he squeezed Maria. Hard. The curve of her hip was gripped by his hand, while the plumpness of his tit was compressed by his other hand. The shortstack rabbit groaned from his grip, knowing exactly what was going to come. So she sat there, immobile, and just... waited.

PAT...

Oh yes...

PAT...

Fuck yes!

PAT...

BY THE GODS! YES!

PAT... PAT... PAT... PAT... PAT...

“MMMNNMNMMMM ~~~~!”

Maria's eyes rolled to the back of her skull, and tears started streaking down her eyes. She could no longer keep it in, and began cumming all around Damian's cock. Feminine juices splattered from her cunt and stained his dick and thighs, before streaking down to stain the floor beneath them. But Damian wasn't to be outdone, for...

Glorp...! Glorrrp...! Glorrk...!

The sounds of his internal cumshot was juuuuuuuust quiet enough for Maria to hear, and Maria alone. Not that she needed to hear it, since she was feeling it.

Inside of her pussy, Damian unleashed a torrent of jizz that filled her to the brim. It was white, it was thick, and it was so damn hot! She felt like her own teacup; completely full to the point that her cup almost ran over with spunk!

It was amazing. While she and Damian had been enjoying a healthy dose of tea, coffee, and breadsticks since getting on this train, she hadn't felt anywhere near as full then as she had now. Between his erect cock and his virile cum, the mature rabbit felt utterly and truly satiated.

Damian released his hold on her body, and Maria dropped her hand from her mouth. Together, the two panted for breath as if they'd run a marathon, while their minds came back to reality. It was her young master who realized what they had done first, with his eyes growing wide, and a look of disbelief appearing on his face.

But Maria didn't share his dismay. Instead, the shortstack bunny leaned forward on her master's cock, pulling her plush and curvy ass off of his waist, and drawing her spent pussy away from his dick. Cum oozed from her cunt, slicking down to stain his cock and balls, and show just how voluminous his seed was.

Was it risky? Yes. Could it have injured Damian's reputation? Of course. But was it one of the hottest things they've done with one another? Damn straight it was! Her young master could still feel the trembles of his orgasm rock through his body, and despite wanting to, he just couldn't bring himself to berate Maria for what she did.

It's not like she did it alone. He fucked her too.

Damian's green eyes traveled up towards Maria's backside, watching as she gripped her ass and pulled on it. More of his cum oozed from her pussy, as if she was flaunting just how bountiful her bounty was. And when she let go of her ass...

Clap!

Her cheeks collided with one another, causing his cum to splatter, and making her backside quiver. He then looked up towards Maria's face, where he saw this alluring smile sit on her lips.

“Oh Master~” she cooed, “You are... too good to me~”

“Aah... Maria...”

…

The port town of Cortes was a beautiful area. Resting on the Bay of Dhames, it was a massive metropolis of buildings, roads, and – of course – boats. Lots and lots of boats. At all hours of the day and night, boats could be seen drifting into and out of its docks, be they shipping vessels, luxury cruises, or even boats meant for royalty and politicians.

Riding within this horse-drawn carriage, Maria gazed out the window towards Cortes, watching as the buildings slowly drifted by. One hand sat on her hip, while her other hand sat on her head, brushing back her auburn hair as she drank in the beautiful setting.

In her head, she compared the city as it was now to how it was in the past. She could recognize a few locations, but a majority of the storefronts and buildings were new to her. Perhaps they were new; just made in the past few years. Perhaps they were always here; it's not like she would know as she never lived in Cortes. Nonetheless, the shape of the buildings, the number of buildings, and the people walking by, was all so mesmerizing.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” a somewhat snarky voice said from a foot away, causing Maria to look up and over.

Smiling, she looked over towards the handsome young man who she traveled with. Damian was leaning on the wall with his arms crossed and his leg crossed over the other, and wore a smile that matched hers.

“Of course I am, Master Damian,” said Maria, “Cortes is such a beautiful place, and now I get to visit this place with someone I care for so much. Just you and I. I could not have wished for something better than this.”

“Bah... Cortes isn't so special,” said Damian with a dismissive wave of his hand, “It's just big... and a bit too loud for my liking... but...” he smirked, “I'm sure you're used to things being big and loud, aren't you?”

“Are you taking a jab at my height, Master?” Maria asked, before wagging her finger at him, “How shameful of you to insult me! I'll have you know that not once has my height ever been an issue for me, nor have I ever felt overwhelmed by the Banneker Estate.”

“I wasn't insulting your height!” Damian replied with a chuckle, “I was just... making a comment... besides...” getting up from his chair, he drew closer to Maria, sitting next to her, “You'll find the Banneker Mansion to be larger than you remember. And... it'll just be the both of us; you and I. So... if you do feel overwhelmed by it all...” reaching down, he grabbed her hand, “Don't feel ashamed to hold my hand, Maria.”

A warm blush adorned the rabbit's cheeks as Damian held her hand so tenderly. There was a protectiveness to his grasp, as if he was afraid that if he let go, she'd somehow slip through his fingers. To assuage him of his fears, she gripped him back just as tenderly, before moving in to nuzzle against his chest.

“Okay,” she whispered, “I promise, I won't feel ashamed to hold your hand, Master.”

If you were to see them from afar, you'd think they were a pair of lovers with how they held each other's hands. It was palpable... romantic, even. When they sat there together, holding hands and smiling at one another, everything just felt so right. It didn't matter if there was a massive age gap between them, or that Damian was her master and she his maid. None of that mattered.

Nothing could stop them from having so much love for one another.

“We've arrived, Mr. Banneker!” said the carriage's driver as they came to a halt.

“Oh. That's good to hear,” replied Damian, “Gosh... I can't wait to rest in my bed...” he then looked over to Maria, giving her hand another squeeze, “Are you ready to go, Maria?”

“Of course, Master. Lead the way.”

Damian nodded, and once the carriage was opened by their driver, he guided Maria out onto the sidewalk outside. The shortstack rabbit's head tipped back as she came face to face with the opulent silver gates of the Banneker Mansion. They stretched high, as well as the silver-white walls that surrounded the building. And beyond even that, the mansion itself was grand!

Maybe her master was on to something. She wanted to grab his hand right now.

Walking up to the gates, Damian pulled out the keys and opened the chains that kept the gates bound, allowing them to swing open. He then paused and turned, where he faced Maria with a smile and extended his hand.

“Ready to go?”

“Y-yes. Just... let me grab our things first.”

“Marrriiaaaaa,” Damian groaned, “This is your vacation too, you know. There's no need for you to switch into maid mode. Mr. Kani here will bring our things inside.”

“Are... are you sure...?” Maria asked, “It's not much. We only brought luggage for the both of us. I can easily carry them inside....”

“Marrriiiaaaa...” Damian groaned again, before raising his finger and wagging it in a scolding manner, “I want you to relax. No hard work for you while we're here. While it's just the both of us at the mansion, you are not a servant, got it?”

“I... I... I...” Maria mumbled... before swallowing her spit and nodding, “I... heh... I understand, Master Damian.”

He nodded at her. She smiled back at him bashfully. Together, they began walking towards the front doors of the mansion in front of them. Keys in hand, Damian opened the doors and pushed them open, revealing the wide, circular, and opulent lobby of their summer mansion.

Maria's head tipped back, mouth agape and eyes wide with awe as she drank in the elegant décor of the estate. The stairs that led up to the second floor, the four hallways that spread out from the lobby, the majestic white and blue architecture; it all made the hare feel so small. But with it came another feeling.

Nostalgia.

Just like in the carriage before, Maria felt memories of the past run to her. She remembered coming here on vacation with the Banneker family years ago, and how fantastic it was. Despite her professional and elegant attitude, she was still of low birth, as most beastkin were in the kingdom of Dudral. Getting the chance to experience this mansion even once was an honor not many were afforded. And here she was, enjoying it twice.

But instead of being here alongside Damian when he was just over thirteen, now here she was, holding his hand as he was this strapping young man. Maria turned and smiled up towards him, while he smiled back.

“Why don't you go and make yourself comfortable?” Damian offered as he released her hand, “I'll go and settle our things.”

“Mff... okay...”

While it wasn't a command, there was this firmness to Damian's voice. He lacked his usual teasing or playfulness, instead being more assured and even confident. It was so... well... manly of him.

Nodding, Maria pulled away, and slowly started rising up the stairs. One way to the other her head twisted, drinking in the décor of the mansion, and marveling at it all. Images of days past brought warm sighs from her, while surprise and wonder grew astonished gasps. All as she came to the second floor of the palace, and started heading off towards its bedrooms.

The bedrooms.

What bedroom would they share? There were so many bedrooms – most for guests – but there was also the master bedroom. Its doors were wide and large, even by human standards. When Maria approached them, she again felt overwhelmingly small. But she pushed through the doors anyway, opening them up...

“Aah...”

Where her head tipped back.

The ceiling was large and domed, with the beautiful and realistic image of a blue sky and clouds painted upon it. Around her was a wide and open space, one that was large enough to put a small home to shame. Various couches and furniture sat around, the closet was a walk-in closet, and the bed sat on a raised platform with a slight step up. Said bed itself had these pure white blankets and pillows, with a blue mattress and blue frame, making it seem like you were sleeping in the skies itself.

Several times Maria spun around, gazing at the bedroom and taking it all in as best she could. It was all so large, so overpowering, and it brought to mind dreams and fantasies that were far beyond her station.

She was not a princess, not a queen, not a duchess, not anything or anyone. She was just a servant. And yet here she was, standing in this chamber fit for princesses, or queens, or duchesses, or anything or anyone. And it all felt so right.

As if entranced, Maria walked over towards the balcony of the room, where she pushed open its glass doors. Instantly, she was blasted by the delicious scent of sea salt, which flowed into her nose, and brought an even brighter smile to her face. Standing there with her hands behind her back, her nostrils flared as she took in a heavy whiff of the air around her, and puffed out her chest as she did so.

“Ooooh... yessssss...” she whispered as her eyes gazed out towards the ocean in the distance.

“Maria?” a voice called from behind.

Her ears turned as if on a swivel, followed by the rest of her body as she spun around. Facing the entrance to the bedroom, she saw Damian there, standing with luggage in his hand and a smile on her face. When she saw him, the joy she felt when she gazed at the ocean seemed to increase tenfold. Quickly rushing up towards her young master, she embraced him tight, wrapping her arms around him into the biggest hug she could give.

“Oh... Master Damian,” she whispered, “Haah... this is amazing...”

“It's... been a while since you've last been to the beach, hasn't it?” he replied, causing her to give him a nod, “Well... if anyone deserves a vacation, it's you, Maria. So...” he tilted his head at her, “Sit back and relax. Unwind! The train was... comfortable. But a train is still a train. We can just kick back and relax right here. Just you and me! Heh heh!”

Yes, relax. Just him and her. Those words brought a bashful look to Maria's face, even made her look away in a somewhat demure manner. If their kinky tryst on the train was anything to go by, then their 'relaxing' was going to be a bit energetic. The hare was already rubbing her thighs together in anticipation for it.

Just them. For a week, it would just be them. No Lord Joseph, nor Lady Karin, nor Lady Sandra, nor any of the servants she managed. Just them. Just them. Merely thinking about it was enough to make Maria bounce in place with excitement. But that excitement was balanced out by an ever encroaching dread.

Maria looked over towards the bed, her expression once again shifting, this time into something unsure. Noticing this, Damian tilted his head and pulled his hands up to her shoulders.

“Maria...?” he whispered, only for the hare to look back up to him with this wide smile on her face.

“We only have a week here, correct?” answered the shortstack here, “I do not wish to waste one moment of our time. So...” grabbing his hand tight, she began pulling him off towards the balcony, “The beach, Master Damian, the beach! I want to go to the beach with you! And... and I want to walk through the city with you! And I want to eat dinner with you at a lovely restaurant! I will not spend our vacation frivolously, not while I'm with you.”

On one hand, Damian was no fool. He noticed the shift in Maria's demeanor, and could tell her excited words were her attempt to shift the conversation.

On the other hand...

Maria in a bikini. Maria in a bikini. Maria in a bikini. Maria in a bikini.

If going down to the beach meant he got to see MARIA IN A BIKINI, then how was he supposed to think about anything else!? Yes, he's seen her wear various forms of lingerie, and yes, he's seen her completely nude a number of times, but there's just something ephemeral about swimsuits that he couldn't deny... and now that's all he wanted to see Maria wear.

“The beach...?” he whispered, before nodding, “Yeah... heh...! Let's go to the beach! Just you and I!”

…

Maria's bikini did not disappoint.

From above, the sun shined its light upon Cortes' beach, illuminating everyone and everything beneath it. With her fingers on the brim of her sunhat however, her face was kept cool by relative shadows. The rest of her body however, would require a much larger hat in order to cover everything up.

Maria was a shortstack; a type of person whose body frame was... well... short and stacked! She only stood above three feet in height when not including her long bunny ears. That being said, her everything else was so generous. Her figure was curvy, with her wide and plump hips, her narrow waist thanks to all those corsets she wore, and her more than generous bust which had a size great enough to put other girls to shame. Not to say she was the type of person who flaunted her gifted figure... but that was kind of hard not to do when wearing a swimsuit like the one she was currently wearing.

On Maria's body she wore a red swimsuit that clung close to her voluptuous figure. Cream fur was gripped tightly by a bikini bottom and top that left so little to the imagination. Side-tie bikini bottoms gripped so sumptuously on her hips, while the bikini top clutched and lifted her breasts, with a golden ring tying them together at the center. It all had this elegant design to it as well, thanks to the floral pattern which was painted upon the surface of them. And with the overall red color of her clothing, Maria seemed to glow with this magnetizing allure.

“Haaaaah...”

A warm sigh left the bunny's lips as she tugged on the rim of her sun hat. Looking over, her blue eyes gazed out towards the ocean, watching the waves softly stir. It brought a swelling in her chest followed by another flaring of her nostrils as she took another heady whiff of the ocean air around her.

This felt amazing. The sun on her body, the hat on her head, the clothes on her body, the smell in the air, sand at her feet, and the wind on her back. It was all so wonderful... but not half as wonderful as he was.

Maria turned around. Behind him was the strapping young man that... was not Damian. He was instead a horse. A tall, burly, strong looking horse, with fur as ebony as the night sky, and a mane as blond as the rays of the sun. Rippling musculature also raced along his form from neck to hoof, giving this stallion a physique that wouldn't be out of place on Adonis!

He was not the person she expected to see behind her!

“A-apologies?” she said as she faced the equine.

“No apologies needed,” said the horse, his voice as strong as stone and as cool as ice, “I saw you walking the beach all by your lonesome...” he drew closer, “And was wondering who you were. You have the air of a countess, madame. Where do you hail? From Yggdrasil? Perhaps from Tucia?”

“M-me? N-no...! A... countess...? No that's...”

Maria's face turned blank. Her? A countess? She knew this horse was only flirting with her, speaking such kind words to butter her up and talk her into a relationship. Still, being called a countess – or any position with true power – felt like such a far cry from what she actually was. Maria was even left stammering, struggling to tell the horse the truth.

“Are you new to Cortes?” asked the stallion, this suave tone echoing from his lips as his shimmering blue eyes gazed down upon the hare in front of him, “You look like you could use some help getting around. Perhaps a tour guide?”

“I... aaaah...”

Maria gripped her sunhat as an annoyed groan left her lips. This was the last thing she was expecting, and it made her feel so silly and childish. In a way, he reminded him of several other young male servants who attempted flirting with her in the past. The thing is, all she needed to do was give them a stern glare, and any attempts to flirt with her would be cut right then and there. This was no different from then.

“Young man,” said Maria as she looked up at the stallion, her face flat with the slightest air of annoyance exuding from her short form, “Is this how you treat all women who were enjoying a calm walk on the beach? By coming up and speaking to them out of the blue with nary a 'Hello' or a 'Greetings'? What woman would dare leave with you after such treatment? Or were you expecting to get by on your – admittedly – impressive body? Perhaps that would work with other women, but it certainly will not work with me.”

“I... beg your pardon...?” mumbled the horse, confused.

“Yes, beg for my pardon,” a voice replied from the side.

The horse's eyes grew wide. Ah shit. That voice sounded like a guy's voice. Was he flirting with someone's wife or something? Shit! This was, like, the sixth time he's done that! And this voice was no-nonsense and serious. Definitely not the voice one wants to hear when flirting with a girl!

But then the stallion's head turned to face the speaker... where his eyes flew right over his head. He then had to look down where he came face to face with a... human? A blond human man... err... boy considering how old he appeared to be, one with these sharp green eyes, curly hair, and admittedly soft features. He was wearing nothing more than swimming trunks, sandals on his feet, and an open vest on his shoulders. Honestly, this stallion looked like – and felt like – he could easily crush him beneath his hoof.

So... why did he feel this unmistakable presence from this young man? Why did he feel his blood run cold, as if this was a person he was not supposed to mess with? The hare he was flirting with was quick to pull to the young man's side, where she gripped his arm. And the both of them just... looked at him.

“I... apologize...” mumbled the stallion as he stepped back, “Did... I... intrude upon something?”

“Just... a lovely walk,” replied Damian as he gripped Maria's hand, “But if you wish to ask Maria anything, then you can ask it of me first,” his eyes narrowed in, “Do you request a favor from Damian Banneker?”

“Banneker...?” the stallion replied.

Wait. This guy was a Banneker!?

In Dudral, there are certain family names that carry with them power. Those names are Drussel, Invictus, and, yes, Banneker. This stallion may not know why the Banneker family is so powerful and influential, but he knew better than to annoy people who are close friends with Dudral's royalty!

And that realization was enough to make him change his tune real quick!

“Mr... Banneker!” said the stallion with this forced grin on his lips, “Heh heh...! Uh... apologies for annoying you this... fine day. I had no idea this find hare was your compatriot. I was under the impression she was a countess or something along those lines.”

“Mm-hm...”

“I think I'll just... uh... head in the opposite direction now...”

“Yes, you should...”

Together, Damian and Maria watched as this fellow – whoever he was – left them on the beach with his tail between his legs. Regardless of size and stature, nothing could compare to the incredible force one such as he could bring down upon a relatively unknown horse such as him.

“Are you okay, Master?” asked Maria as she gave his hand a few gentle squeezes.

“I'm... fine,” he answered, his eyes still locked on the horse's back... before finally sighing and relaxing, “Apologies, Maria. Just seeing his attempts to flirt with you was quite... uh... triggering...”

“Ufufu... I'm not going to apologize... because there's nothing to apologize for,” Maria replied as she looked up at him, an alluring smile spread on her lips, “I'm quite flattered actually. Seeing you grow so... manly in your protection for me. Ufu... there was something quite primal about it.”

“What? Me...?” Damian muttered before shaking his head, “Aah... now that it's all over, I feel so embarrassed... I...” Squeeze, “Hm?”

Damian looked down, coming face to face with the alluring smile on Maria's lips. Her face was cast in the shadows from her sunhat, while the rest of her body glowed thanks to the sun above. And through the darkness of those shadows, her cerulean eyes glowed brighter than sapphires.

“My hero~” she whispered whilst tugging him in closer, “Why don't I reward you for protecting me so valiantly?”

“M... Maria...” he whispered back, his cheeks turning red, “That's... hg... unnecessary...”

“Ufufufu... not to me~”

She wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer... and it's not like he was denying her anyway. Begrudged though he appeared, Damian's feet brought him along with Maria, following her as she began tugging him... somewhere. She wasn't just holding him, wasn't just tugging him along, she was outright squeezing him as she pressed her breasts up against his arm.

It had been years since she last came to this beach, and yet, she traveled with this authority to her. Somehow, the hare knew where they were going, and she wasn't going to stop until they arrived.

Looking over the beach was the city of Cortes itself, but along the beach, there were areas with more foliage. Palm trees loomed overhead, while rocks of various sizes and heights sat around. Grass even grew up through the burning sands of the beach, creating a patch of land that seemed so distant from the rest of the coast. Even Cortes itself – as prominent as it appeared – felt so far away.

Maria pulled Damian among these palm trees and stones, casting them in shadows... and hiding them from the prying eyes of others. She then pressed her back up against the trunk of a tree behind her, where she took in a deep breath. Looking up, her head tipped back so that her blue eyes could gaze at her young master, and he could see the sensual smile on her face.

Maria didn't say a word. Maria didn't need to say a word. Instead, she pulled her fingers up towards her chest, where she gripped her breasts. Shuddering and groaning, the voluptuous lapine groped her tits idly, drawing Damian's eyes in like magnets. He couldn't pull away as her glorious breasts bounced and wobbled before his eyes, while her fingers worked their way towards her cleavage. Slipping in, she pulled her tits apart slightly, creating a gap that told her young master everything he needed to know.

“Right here, Master,” Maria moaned, before pulling her hands away from her breasts, “You could put it... right...” her finger then slid down to the o-ring that sat in the center of her bikini top, “Here~”

Damian gritted his teeth and his eyebrow furrowed. Between his legs, a prominent and obvious tent had been pitched. How could it not when Maria grabbed his arm and tugged him along like she did? And as his eyes leered upon her quivering and stacked body with the same gaze of a predator, he felt those lustful urges explode even further.

One last time – just one last time – he looked around their surroundings, making sure no one was around. Maria had no such qualms. They could have an entire audience and she wouldn't care. Rather, she grabbed his waist, and began pulling his swimming trunks down. Inch by inch they streaked down his sculpted and shapely hips, coming all the way to his ankles where--

FWIP!

“Ufufufufufufuuuuuu~!”

Damian's cock bounced to freedom, where – like usual – it was long, thick, and so fucking hung. It stretched up towards Maria's face, who giggled as she pulled her hand over. Draping it upon the side of his cock, she stroked her slender fingers upon him with her sensual touches, coaxing grunts and groans from his lips.

“Maria...” he whispered,

“Right here, Master~” she replied whilst against gesturing towards the o-ring of her bikini top, “Slide it right here...” she then leaned forward, “I want you to fuck my tits~”

Damian bit his bottom lip as her words replayed in his mind. Even when in the throes of passion, it was surprisingly rare for Maria to speak obscenely like she did just then. So to hear 'fuck my tits' leave her usually professional lips, while she looked up at him with such heady desire, made his dick throb all on its own. She didn't even need to touch him; he could probably climax from her words alone!

Gripping his cock by the side, Damian slowly pulled it forward, guiding it towards the o-ring of her bikini top. It was juuuuuuuust big enough for his cock to slip through... without breaking the ring, that is. And that tight gap only grew tighter when Maria pulled up her hands, and presssseeed them to the side of her breasts, squishing them together.

Oh yes. So perfect.

Damian drew closer, casting Maria not only in the shadow of the palm tree behind her, but his body in front. Due to their difference in height, she didn't need to kneel, or crouch, or do anything; she could stand tall, and everything would be perfectly aligned. Her young master leaned in closer, placing his hand to the tree behind her, and she looked up with this alluring smile on her lips.

Puuuuuuuuusssssh!

“Hnnngggh~ Oh yeessssss~”

Damian's dick pushed through the o-ring of her bikini, and penetrated her tits. A shuddering groan left his lips as he was surrounded on both sides by her plump and soft breasts, and cradled by her immaculate cream fur. The heat of her body surrounded his length and flowed into him as well, drawing yet another groan of pleasure.

He was almost pleased with just sitting there... but Maria wasn't.

Her alluring smile shifting into a grin, the shortstack lapine reached up her hands and placed them on her young master's hips, gripping him. He grunted and snapped his gaze down, watching as she hugged herself close to him, swallowing even more of his length into her breasts.

“Massteerrrr~” she cooed, “Fuck theeeeem~ I want you to fuuuuccckk theeeeemm~~~”

The playful tone and desperate words both fueled Damian, whose eyes grew tense and body strong. Pulling back with his hips, he drew his dick along the fullness of Maria's breasts, coaxing a groan of ecstasy from her lips. Her blue eyes were glazed with lust, and she gritted her teeth as she felt his long, thick, hot rod grind along her tits. And when the o-ring of her bikini top was snuggly fit around his glands...

Thrust! PLAP!

“Aauuugghh~~~”

“Hgggnn!”

His hips shot forward, thrusting with such strength that Maria's breasts bounced... and bounced... and booouuuunncceeeedd. The recoils from the impact sent rippling waves throughout her tits which seemed to never stop. Nor would they, because Damian was already pulling his hips back, and--

Thrust! PLAP! Thrust! PLAP! Thrust! PLAP! Thrust! PLAP! Thrust! PLAP!

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, again and again and again, Damian thrusted his cock in and out of Maria's tits. His strong hips smacked against her breasts, while his pulsating rod penetrated her plush valley without end. The sounds of their bodies impacting – those erotic 'PLAPS!' – were loud enough to mix with the soft ocean waves just yards away, creating this truly intoxicating noise that only drove her young master more.

Drool started hanging from Maria's lips as she squeezed her tits tighter around his cock, creating an even greater passage of pleasure for the both of them. She felt all of him; all of him. The veins on his dick, the heat, the incredible rigidity and length, even the precum which oozed to mar the entirety of her breasts. And even though she wasn't being penetrated outright...

“Haah~ Aah~ Hah~ Haah~ Haaahh~~~”

Maria was panting and moaning, as if the feeling of her breasts being fucked were pleasurable in its own right.

And Damian?

“Nnggghh!”

Gripping the palm tree behind Maria, he lost himself in the pleasure of fucking his maid's tits. From the sights, to the sounds, to the feeling, it all mixed together, and built up straight in his loins. Fuck, her breasts were soooooooo sooooffffttttt. They cradled his length, squeezed his length, massaged his length, and caused the pleasure he felt to start frying his brain. He thought about holding himself back, of trying to prolong this tryst for as long as he could. But that was a small part of him. The other part – the larger part – demanded one thing.

CUM! CUM! CUM! CUM! CUM! CUM! CUM!

And it's not like Maria was making it any easier for him. She wasn't just standing there and letting him fuck her tits! She was groping her breasts around him, massaging and squeezing her chest to truly hold his dick hostage. The clinching, the gripping, the groping, it all made his length tighten further.

“Haah! Haah! Ha! Hah! Hah! Haaah!”

And as his breathing grew frantic, the seal on his balls were finally let loose. And with one final...

THRUST! PLAP!

“OH~!?”

“GGGGHHH!!!”

SPLORT! SPLOOOORT! SPUURRT! SPLUURRT! SPLOURRRT!

Cum. An explosion of cum. It shot out of Damian's dick, and struck the center of Maria's ribcage. She felt it immediately; her young master's virile seed shot upwards through her tits with so much force that it struck her chin. And with how tightly her breasts were pressed together, his cum was practically forced to fill out all the space it could. The entire center of her breasts were slathered with seed, which oozed out from the bottom, pooled at the top into her cleavage, and even exploded outwards to streak down his dick.

As his orgasm started to subside, Damian stood there, almost leaning over upon Maria outright had it not been for that palm tree behind her. Instead, he took a few seconds to catch his breath... fuuuh... before slowly pulling back with his hips.

Sliiiiiiiiddeee... Schlop!

His cum-covered cock slipped out of Maria's breasts and through her o-ring, which also had splinters of seed hanging from it.

Gripping her tits, the shortstack hare idly groped herself, feeling his seed dribble upon and through her tits. Its incredible heat warmed up her body, and caused her to bite her bottom lip with barely restrained lust. She then looked up at her young master, staring him in her eyes, while that desire and eroticism pulsated within her cerulean eyes.

Bringing up her finger, Maria slipped it through her cum-soaked o-ring, where she hooked her digit in... and pulled it down...

FWUMP! PLOP-PLOP!

Her tits bounced to freedom and clapped together, causing his cum to squirt out through her bosom from the quivering smacks. So big, so bouncy, so shapely, with creamy fur, and plump pink nipples. Once her breasts ceased their wobbling, she gripped them both and slowly pulled them apart, exposing the depths of her tits in full. Bridges of cum oozed between her tits, all being so thick, so gooey, so strong. And it all brought a smile to Maria's lips.

“You are... so amazing, Master~”

…

Through the transparent veil of a shimmering window, Maria saw a necklace. It was an opulent necklace, one that was silver in color, with various teal-colored diamonds adorning its circular rim. They were shaped like tear drops, and were in perfect symmetry with one another. And at the center of this glorious necklace, there was the largest jewel: a teal diamond that would shimmer at any and all distances.

It had been some time since their beach side stride. When it comes to Cortes and its close proximity to the beach, it's not surprising to see people walk around the city streets in swimsuits and bikinis, especially when they are so close to the boardwalk. The promenade was even lined with various storefronts, typically food vendors, but there were apparel stores among them, and – in this case – a jewelry store.

In this window, Maria saw her reflection. It was like a ghost of a person, one who perfectly mirrored her every movement. And this reflection that was at perfect height and size with her, she saw a version of herself that was wearing this opulent necklace. A version of herself that was what the horse incorrectly assumed her to be. A version of herself that she herself felt when standing in the master bedroom of the Banneker Mansion.

A princess... a queen... a duchess... a countess... a lady...

But she wasn't any of these things, was she? She wasn't a princess, a queen, a duchess, a countess... a lady. She was a servant. A lowly servant. A servant with the grand position of head-housemaid in the Banneker Estate, yes, but a servant nonetheless. Her duty in life was not to serve herself or to be served, but to serve others.

But...

Was it wrong to long for things above her station? Was it wrong to long for a closet full of extravagant dresses? Was it wrong to long to be served by other servants for a change who hang on her every word? And yes, was it wrong to long for extravagant diamonds and jewels such as this?

Was it wrong?

“Maria...?”

Her ears perked up and she turned. Behind her, her reflection was joined by the reflection of another: her young master, Damian. He stood there, his hands behind his back with this curious look in his eye as he looked down upon her. She opened her mouth to answer him, but instead grew quiet, and looked forward towards that necklace again.

“Master...” she whispered, her voice lingering in the air.

Damian continued staring at her, confused by how introspective she was suddenly being. His gaze then traveled over towards the window, where he – like her – saw that opulent necklace on the other end. Eyes sliding back and forth, he took note of how Maria and this necklace were at perfect symmetry with one another. It didn't take him long to figure what was going on through her head.

“Do you... want it...?”

Maria's eyes grew wide and her ears shook. Looking up and over, she stared at her master, who stared back at her with this blasé look in his eye. She appeared downright stunned. Did he not know how much this necklace cost? Sure, it would be a mere pittance to someone like him, but to someone like her, this necklace probably cost so much money she'd need to take out a loan to afford it!

“Master...” she whispered... before taking a deep breath and shaking her head, “You... you jest...”

“Me? Jest...?” he replied only to shake his head, “No. I don't joke like that. I'm no comedian,” he pointed at the necklace, “If you want it, just ask, Maria. I'll buy it for you.”

“No, no, you can't be serious,” she said with a shake of her head, “I appreciate your generosity, Master Damian, but this necklace still costs a lot. I do not wish for you to gain the ire of your father.”

“Blah... I doubt this would annoy him much, considering how much money Sandra wastes,” he replied before grabbing Maria's hand, “C'mon, let's go inside and try this necklace on for you, okay?”

The hare gasped as her master tugged her along, bringing her into the store. It was a full jewelry store, its wares contained behind glass containers. Jewels, gold, silver, diamonds of all kinds; they shimmered in the lights from above. Maria was trying to stop her master from acting too hasty, but that all came to an end when she saw these diamonds in person.

They shined brightly in Maria's eyes, making her gasp in awe as their resplendent glory reflected in her blue gaze. Approaching the glass containing them, she palmed at its surface, as if it had this magnetizing pull to it that attracted her fingers like glue. But before she could get too close, she pulled back, as if reeling herself in.

“No. Master,” she said as she turned to face him, “This is... too much...”

“No, it's not,” he said with a kind smile, “Nothing is too much for you, Maria.”

“But I--”

“May I help you?”

Maria tensed up and turned along with Damian, the both of them facing into the direction the voice came from. Behind them stood a tall human man dressed in immaculate clothing like a butler, with a curly mustache to match, and this professional air.

“Yes, sir,” said Damian as he gave this man a smile, “I am interested in this necklace here. The silver one with the teal diamonds.”

“Ah, yes, the Lady's Neckdress,” said the man as he walked up to the glass case, “It is a beautiful adornment, one crafted by the talented carvers in the Dudral Highlands, while the diamonds were sourced from St. Hellenes Island. We are truly blessed to contain such amazing craftsmanship in our store,” he leaned over, “Are you interested in buying this necklace Mr...?”

“Banneker,” Damian replied, “Damian Banneker.”

“Banneker...?” said the man, his eyes growing wide, “Oh my! To think I shared space with someone as distinguished as a member of the Banneker family! It is truly an honor.”

“No need for thanks,” said Damian with a chuckle, “Please, I'd like to try on this necklace with my partner here, if you don't mind.”

“But of course.”

The both of them turned to face Maria, who was stunned in place and incapable of speech. This was all happening so fast! Shouldn't they get permission from Joseph first? Or should she just try and convince Damian that this wasn't necessary? Because this really wasn't necessary!

And yet, even with that mental war waging in her head, Maria's feet brought her forward. The store associate opened the glass casing that contained the Lady's Neckdress, and removed the bust that sported the opulent jewelry. Placing it on a nearby table, he then gently plucked the necklace by its rim, before bringing it over to hover it above Maria's head. She shuddered and then turned, for there was a full body mirror nearby that reflected her in all of her beauty.

And the necklace descended down, where it wrapped around her neck.

Maria gazed at herself, gazed at the bikini wearing hare that was barely above three feet in height. The cool silver of the opulent necklace soaked into her flesh and fur, sending jolts down her spine while her cerulean eyes grew wide. She felt so... different. She felt so... new. She felt so... amazing.

And it all made her feel wrong.

It was just a necklace, she kept telling herself this. Nothing more than shiny metal and colorful stones if one were to boil it down to its rawest aspects. And yet, even while saying that to herself in her head, Maria felt wrong. This was not something someone like her should be wearing. She should be happy with her maid uniform, not wearing this necklace that was only fit for aristocrats and royalty. Even the bikini she wore – something she spent a fair penny on – was too good for someone like her.

And it showed on her face. Maria's expression began shifting into something more unsure, something more anxious, and she looked away. Damian noticed this look almost immediately, while the store associate remained appropriately professional.

“I... th-th-thank you,” said Maria without her usual grace and professionalism, “P-please, take this back, mister...”

“But of course,” said the associate as he gently removed the necklace from the hare's neck.

Damian continued looking at his maid, reading the despondent expression she wore. He opened his mouth several times to speak, but waited until the associate left to finally step forward.

“Is everything okay, Maria?” he asked, to which she looked in the opposite direction of him.

“Yes. Everything is fine,” she replied, though her tone was shaky, “I was just... haaah... this is all so unnecessary, Master. I enjoyed wearing the necklace. The Lady's Neckdress is a very beautiful necklace... but...” she shook her head, “I think... we can bring this to an end now.”

“But you... I... you...”

Damian's face became one of concern for Maria, one she did her best to avoid. The last thing she wanted to do was see his face twist with sadness. Thankfully...

“Okay, Maria. If you say so...”

Damian relented, allowing the maid to let out a sigh of relief. She then closed her eyes and looked down, where she suddenly felt pangs of regret rise within her.

Why? Why did she tell him to stop? Why didn't she let him buy her this necklace? She wanted it. And he wanted to give it to her! But she denied him... and she denied herself. Why?

Maria... we need to talk...

Yes. That's why. Because despite his or her desires, she had orders to fulfill. And while her heart may yearn for one thing, her duties are paramount.

There is no denying them...

“Maria...” said Damian, “Would you like to return to the mansion...?”

She nodded.

“Yes...”

…

The air was tense between them, and not without reason. Damian was too smart to not notice what had happened, and he was too stubborn to just ignore it as well. Maria was also too smart to think he'd just drop it, and she knew trying to quell him would only cause him to grow more investigative.

So it was all predetermined. Maria knew the incoming question was inevitable. She even perked up as they finally approached the door to the mansion. The moment Damian opened the door and they stepped inside...

“Maria... what's wrong?”

She stepped back and faced him, wearing a somewhat hapless smile that was trying to be reassuring. It didn't work.

“Nothing's wrong, Master,” Maria replied, “The Lady's Neckdress was beautiful, it really was, and I truly appreciate you allowing me to try it on. But...” she shook her head, “We're just having fun, no? There's no need to go above and beyond to try and buy something that expensive for someone like me. It's unnecessary.”

“'Someone like you'?” Damian repeated, “What do you mean by that, Maria? There's no one like you. If anyone deserves jewelry, then it's you,” he gestured for the door, “If you want it, Maria, then let's return. I'll buy it for you.”

“No, Master, it's truly not necessary,” she said whilst clutching his hand.

“Maria...” he replied as he looked at her, even crouching down so they could be at the same level as one another, “What is wrong with you?” he shook his head, “You seem like you're... hiding something,” he tilted his head, “Please, you'd tell me if something is wrong, right?”

The way he spoke was so sincere, and the grip he had on her hand was just as emotional. Maria tilted her head back as she looked up at him, and she felt a shudder race up and down her spine. He was really concerned for her, and that concern brought a shame and sadness into him that should not be there.

“Maria...” he whispered, his tone suddenly stern, “It's Father, isn't it?”

“Wh-what!? N-no!” she shouted with a shake of her head, “L-Lord Joseph did not...!”

Oops. She almost immediately realized that her reaction wouldn't help her case in the least bit. If anything, it only proved Damian's assertion correct; that Joseph had something to do with her current attitude. And with his suspicions confirmed, he straightened up, and gained a face of frustration.

“What did he tell you, Maria?” he said, his tone serious... and befitting of a scolding master.

“He... ghh... he didn't tell me to do or say anything,” Maria said... which was mostly true. But that's not what Damian asked, was he? She knew what he was really asking, and it was that which she refused to answer. Thankfully for her...

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Someone was at the door.

Both Damian and Maria turned and faced the door, surprised by it. Without a word, her young master walked up to the door and opened it, revealing on the other end a portly human fellow... and his tall, voluptuous beastkin servant. He was short – comparative to most men his age – and had a rotund belly, but with immaculately groomed facial hair that was silvery in color. With a top hat, brown slacks, white shirt and suspenders, he exuded the air of a rich prospector or businessman.

The woman behind him was a beastkin of the feline variety, specifically a spotted leopard of some sort. She was tall – taller than everyone in this room – with a voluptuous body and these amazing jade eyes. Dressed like a typical secretary, she wore a pencil skirt and white blouse, and had these glasses on her eyes, and this smile on her face.

But despite her majesty and beauty, despite her professionalism and grace, she was still subservient. If one were to see her on the street, they would think of her like that stallion who failed to flirt with Maria earlier at the beach; as a beautiful and majestic leopard who deserved nothing but respect.

But...

But that's not how things work in Dudral, is it? Sure, there were some beastkin of power within their nation, but they were far and few between. A majority of them were like Maria and this leopard; nothing more than servants to their powerful human lords.

Just as this beautiful leopard was nothing more than a servant to the portly man beside her, Maria – for all of her beauty and grace – was nothing more than a servant to the young man at her side.

This was her duty in life.

“Good afternoon, Lord Banneker,” said the portly man as he performed a respectful bow, his tone gentle and kind... even playful to a certain degree.

“Sir Dumas...?” Damian mumbled back, before nodding, “Ah! Good afternoon to you too, Sir Dumas. It is my pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“No, no, the pleasure is all mine!” he replied, his eyes running along both Damian and Maria where he took note of their swimwear, “Mm-hm! And I can see that you and your maid were enjoying your time here in Cortes. Already walked the beach, I assume?”

“Oh... yes, well,” said Damian with a sheepish smile, “It's been a while since either of us have seen the beach. I thought we would take some time to relax at the manor, but a walk along the beach and its storefronts was most enjoyable.”

“To be sure, to be sure,” said Sir Dumas as he drew in closer, “I was pondering if I should let you enjoy your time at Cortes first before I came to visit you, but I know you Bannekers well. I was friends with your father's father, and your family have never been the kind to forsake business for pleasure. Can make you quite stiff company at times. Though now knowing you've already visited the beaches, perhaps you'll be less uptight than your parentage.”

“Aah... I'm sure my grandfather would say something about me being a young man,” Damian replied dismissively, “Personally, I know of very few people who could deny the beauty of a beach, especially when it's just within walking distance. But... since you are here...” he tilted his head, “I assume you have come to talk to me about helping with Cortes' budget?”

“Quite yes, quiet yes,” answered Sir Dumas as he rubbed his hands along his chest, “I felt it would be best if I spoke with you in person about when would be the best time for you to consult with the ledgers. Cortes is a large city with hundreds, if not thousands of stores dotting it. Trying to balance it all will not be easy, but if your father sent you, then I am sure you are up to the challenge.”

“Yes... my father...” Damian mumbled whilst glancing aside.

Maria noticed the slight shift in his expression, something that made her stiffen up. She wanted to say something – and if she was braver, perhaps she would have – but this was not in her place to speak. She was to be like that leopard; silent, and speaking only when spoken to. That was her position as a servant.

“Thank you for the visit, Sir Dumas,” said Damian as she shifted his gaze back towards the mayor, “You can have the ledgers sent tomorrow morning. I'd like to have a good night's rest in preparation beforehand.”

“Of course, of course. A good night's rest will be the best when you have a date with many, many, many numbers,” he nodded, “I thank you for your determination and decisiveness, Lord Banneker. I see great things in your future... but I'm sure you hear that plenty from others, least of all me,” he then turned, facing the door, “For your time here, I recommend you dine at a place on the beachside known as Ocean Palace. The décor is exquisite, and the food, even more so. Do be sure to try its seafood pasta. It is second to none!” he then started walking off, “Come, Janette. Let's return to the office.”

“Certainly.”

Maria tensed up, watching as Sir Dumas and his secretary exited their mansion. In a way, they perfectly mirrored her own position next to Lord Joseph. Sure, the heights were different, but their lives were the same. She was to be his ever dutiful servant, ready and willing to obey whatever command he gave without a moment's hesitation.

That was her life, and it was a life she was happy to live. A life of servitude. She never questioned his orders, and trusted Joseph 100, if not 1000%. Even when he gave her the order of baring his future grandchild – an order most would understandably think was absolutely absurd – she performed her duties with great aplomb.

Sure, it had the unforeseen side effect of awakening her sexual side and triggering her great libido, but the mission was still a success. Even now – though she was not showing – she felt the growth of life start to swell within her body. It brought her immense joy, a joy that was wholly unconnected to her duty, a personal joy. Because despite what she may tell others – or what she may tell herself – Maria was happy to know that she would be a mother.

A mother to Damian's child.

Slowly, she looked over towards her young master. He was staring down, appearing contemplative. Even without him saying a word, she knew what was going on through his head. More importantly, she knew that no matter what she said, she'd never be able to completely change his mind on his views on her.

Because no matter what – no matter his high position as a lord, and her lowly position as a servant – she knew that deep down inside, he loved her. He loved her more than anything and anyone.

It was a powerful feeling being loved by someone like him. Not just someone who was respected and even feared within Dudral, but someone she loved so personally and deeply as well. It's odd in a way; Maria was there when Damian was still but a precocious child. Now he was an adept young man, one whose feelings towards her shifted from respect and adoration, into pure romantic love... and incredible lust.

And Maria reciprocated those feelings. She respected him, adored him, loved him both as her master, and as a romantic partner. And, of course, she lusted after him so much, if their numerous trysts weren't obvious.

In another world, another lifetime, these problems wouldn't be problems. They'd just... be together. But this wasn't another world or another lifetime; this was their world, and their lives. And in this world and in these lives, he was a master, and she was his servant.

And a part of her believed they should remain this way.

“Father...” said Damian, piercing the air with his voice, “Before we left, he told you something, didn't he? He gave you an order, didn't he?”

“N-no, he did not,” said Maria, but Damian shook his head.

“What did he tell you, Maria? What did he tell you to do?”

“I...! He-- I...!”

“I am so... tired of him!” Damian suddenly shouted, jolting the hare in place, “All my life... All my life! He has dictated how I live it! My decisions can never be my decisions; they always have to be his! Even something as personal as who is to be the mother of my child, was not my decision to make, but his! Grrrrggh!”

“No, please, Master Damian, don't... haaah... don't say that...” said Maria as she clung to his hand, “Lord Joseph loves you, you know that! He'd never do anything that would lead you astray! Never!”

“And that's exactly the problem,” Damian growled back whilst shaking off her hand, “My father... ggrrrh! My father is so assured that he's always right, that he can't accept that other people have decisions different from his...” he shook his head again, then gazed at Maria, “So what is it, then? What did he tell you? Hm? Not to love me? He didn't want you to come with me to Cortes, so that has to be it, isn't it?”

“N-no... Master Damian... it's not,” Maria said... but her voice felt so weak, almost as if she didn't believe her words. At least, that's what Damian took it to mean.

“At the end of the day, my life is my life,” said Damian, “I decide who I am, who I want to be, and who I want to be with. Not my father, not my mother, not society, not anyone! Raaah!”

“Master, please, calm down,” said Maria as she grabbed his arm again and pulled it in.

For all of Damian's anger, he could not remain mad at Maria. When his arm was pulled over, she pressed it along her chest, giving him a tight squeeze that imbued him with her warmth. His mouth gaped open and he sighed, calming down, but his anger continued to simmer. The bunny could only stroke her fingers along his shoulder and then chest, trying even so hard to quell him while she looked at his face with a pleading expression.

“Master...” she whispered, “In life... we all have roles to play. Some roles are obvious to us – like your role as a lord, and my role as a maid. Other roles are only assigned to us by the gods, roles we aren't aware of. We all play our roles, whether we know it or don't. Haaah...” she closed her eyes, “I have... pondered endlessly where we will go in the future. Where you will go... where I will go... and it's been... difficult. Just know that... that I love you. I love you as someone who has watched you grow into the fine young man you are now. And I love you as the passionate and talented lover you have proven yourself as being.”

“Then...” his gaze tightened on her, “Why are you denying me.”

“I...! I am not...” said Maria as she shook her head, “It's just that... that...” she looked away from him, staring into the distance, “You can do better than me. I am... nothing more than a servant. And as a servant, I have my duties at the estate. What you need is... a true wife. A woman who is not subservient to you, but truly compliments you... who supports you... who can support you in a way I never could. I don't know who that woman is, but... it's not me...”

When she said those words, Maria felt instantly sick. It wasn't the weight pulled off of her shoulders like she hoped it would be, instead feeling more like venom had been injected straight into her veins. She felt cold, her flesh hypersensitive, and each follicle of fur on her body felt like pins stabbing out of her flesh.

But nothing – nothing – compared to when she turned to face Damian...

And saw the anger in his eyes.

His face wasn't twisted with rage; no pulsating veins or gritted teeth, or anything like that. He just looked at the bunny with the most intense glare she had ever seen in her life, as if he had been truly disrespected by her words.

Those green eyes... those normally cool yet sweet green eyes... they were filled with pure malice.

Maria pulled away from her young master, who continued glaring down upon him with a hawk-like gaze that pierced her soul. She then took a step back, and another step, and another step... before looking down to the ground in a submissive and docile manner.

“I'm tired...” Damian said, his voice hoarse like he'd been screaming all day, “And I have to wake up early tomorrow. I will retire to my bedroom early tonight.”

“Haaah... Master Damian...”

He began walking off, but Maria did not follow, instead letting her ears fall over as her spirits continued to drop. The sounds of his footsteps as he climbed the stairs rang in tune with the feeling of her heart as it slammed against her ribs.

She wanted to say something, but who would she be speaking to? Him, or herself? She had said her words, and – as painful as they were to say – she truly believed them. Damian deserved someone who would support and compliment him throughout life, not a servant who'd obey his every command like a sycophant.

And as much as she wanted it to be her – as much as she wanted to be that person who could support and compliment him – she didn't think she could. Like the countess that stallion thought she was, or the version of herself she saw wearing that opulent necklace, that just wasn't her.

She was Maria Chiffon.

She was not Maria Banneker.

And despite her own desires, she would never be Maria Banneker.

She couldn't be Maria Banneker...

Eventually, the bunny pulled her head up, gazing at the staircase in front of her as she idly rubbed her stomach. Damian had already vanished from view, and even with her acute hearing, she couldn't hear him. All the stress probably stole his appetite, and she couldn't blame him. All this stress had the opposite effect on her however.

She needed to eat something, and now. Not just for herself, but for the burgeoning life within her.

…

The food didn't taste good. It wasn't because it was prepared poorly; quite the opposite, really. It was immaculate, the cheese melted to perfect, the vegetables cooked flawlessly, the bits of bacon adding texture and flavor to an otherwise soft meal of pasta and cheese. But despite how amazing it was, despite the sharp tastes, the agreeable textures, and the generous portions, it just didn't taste good.

With her every bite, it was like the food was turning to ash in her mouth. She could taste nothing.

Maria must have looked odd to the other diners at the restaurant. The bunny just appeared a little before sunset, said very little, and ate at a corner booth far from the other patrons. She smiled at the waiters who tended to her, but even that smile felt halfhearted and tired. How could she smile with all that was going on in her head?

Here was this voluptuous, mature, short bunny rabbit, one with auburn hair, cream fur, and eyes so cerulean, they could only be compared to the blues of the nearby ocean. She was wearing professional clothing with her blouse, heels, and suspender skirt, but she didn't appear half as graceful as her clothing may imply.

She just looked... distant.

But Maria was distant. She wasn't at this restaurant eating amazing food. She was in her own head, trying to figure out what she was going to do in the very near future... trying to wrangle these conflicting emotions that waged war in her heart. For the first time in a long, long, long time, the hare was asking herself serious questions.

What does she want? Was she really happy being nothing more than his maid? Actually, no, scratch that; would she be happiest being nothing more than his maid? Would she be happy if – by the gods – he does find love in another, and they raise the child that she would have given birth to?

Bleh... just thinking about that made her sick to her stomach...

She didn't want that to happen. But if not that, then what did she want to happen? Did she want to be with Damian or not? Of course she did! She wanted to be with him most out of anyone in the world! She felt like she could compliment him, support him, perhaps better than anyone else! She just felt like she wasn't worthy of such a position in life.

And that's what made her so stressed.

And that stress made her sick.

And being sick was not good with the growing life within her.

Eventually, Maria finished her dinner, and after paying for it, she began walking back to the Banneker Mansion. Even at night, Cortes was still alive with glowing street lamps, people walking about, boats coming in and out, and the ocean waves in the distance. But all of that failed to reach the hare, who returned to Banneker Mansion with her head held down. Even upon entering into the opulent home, she still could not make up her mind on the situation.

There were two ways she saw it: What she thought should happen, and what she wanted to happen. In that way, she was envious, even jealous of her young master. He was a future lord himself; he held great power and sway in Dudral. He could make decisions freely, even if others disagreed with them. But she? She was a rabbit, a maid; it was her duty to serve. She couldn't just say what she wanted to say, and do what she wanted to do. It was always under the watchful eyes of others.

And for many years, she was okay with that. The Bannekers were gracious employers, and treated her – and all of their servants – with kindness and respect. Compared to the horror stories she's heard of how other lords treat their servants, the Bannekers were angels.

But now things were different. What she once was happy with, no longer pleased her. What she once found honorable in life, now felt beneath her. What she once desired, was now incompatible with what she desired now.

And what she desired now – who she desired now – was angry with her.

Damian... he was a Banneker, through and through. Sure, it may have taken some time, but she saw it in his eyes. When he glared at her, when he made her feel so small, and even the way he dryly spoke, made him feel like the decisive lord he was always destined to become. She would have almost been proud... if it wasn't for the fact that his ire was directed towards her.

And rightfully so.

Damian may appear foppish and indolent to some, but in reality, he was far from those things. He was just the type of man who saw no need in exerting power upon things that did not interest him. But when he found something he was truly passionate about, that foppish and indolent side of him vanished completely. Maria saw it... Maria heard it. And even now, it continues replaying in her mind.

I decide who I am, who I want to be, and who I want to be with. Not my father, not my mother, not society, not anyone!

Yes. That's it. Damian deserved someone who could compliment and support him. Maria felt like she could be that person. But if she truly could compliment and support him, then why was she being so ambivalent?

No. No. No.

She wasn't going to prove to him anything. There was nothing she could do to prove anything to Damian. No. Maria needed to prove to herself that she was more than a servant, more than a maid. Maria needed to prove that she could be Maria Banneker.

So she started walking up those stairs...

And she started removing her clothes.

…

Damian couldn't sleep much. Despite his angered march up those stairs and return to the master bedroom, he couldn't sleep. At first he laid there on the bed, trying to force himself to sleep. But the stress of the situation caused his heart to tighten, making it difficult for him to breathe sometime.

So he got up from the bed, and walked around the room a few times. His body was covered in sweat, far more than he thought he would, almost like he was sick. Should he go and speak with a doctor sometime? No, no. He wasn't actually sick; he was just unwell spiritually.

Eventually, his feet brought him to the balcony of his bedroom, where he leaned over it and gazed longingly out towards the ocean. The great silver moon's glow was reflected upon the pristine waters of the ocean, with the stairs flickering about like diamonds in the sky. A cool breeze flowed through the city of Cortes, where it danced along Damian's body, and made his hair flutter up and down.

Outwardly, he projected an air of cold indifference. Some may even say he appeared bored. Inside however, he was this torrent of emotion, almost all of which were frustrated and angry. But who was he angry with? Maria? His father? Perhaps even himself?

On a certain level, he understood why taking Maria as his bride would bring complications. She is a servant; everyone knows that. Wedding one would always be seen as socially awkward. It's not unheard of for a servant to become an aristocrat thanks to marriage, but it's still not normal, or even suggested. Putting it lightly...

Rulers rule, servants serve, and these two things do not crossover.

But why should he care? He is a future ruler himself. If he wanted to marry Maria, then he was going to marry Maria, and no one could tell him otherwise! Not his parents, not the king and queen of Dudral, not anyone!

But there is someone who could tell him 'no'. And that's what was making this most difficult.

He would never force Maria to do anything she didn't want to do. There were many times where even commanding her to serve him a cup of coffee felt like he was overstepping his boundaries, even though that was literally his job. He only wanted Maria to do something for him when he was sure it was something only she could do. If he wanted a drink or a treat he'd order Brooklyn or someone else to serve him.

What made this so frustrating is the fact that Damian wasn't stupid. He knew that Maria wanted this – wanted to be with him – as much as he wanted to be with her. He could see the love in her eyes, and understand that to her, this was like some noble sacrifice. The hare felt like she couldn't offer him something his theoretical wife could. She even said it herself, and in such crystal clear words.

What you need is... a true wife. A woman who is not subservient to you, but truly compliments you... who supports you... who can support you in a way I never could.

But that made no sense to Damian, for who else could support him but Maria? She's always supported him, whether it be as a child, or as an adult. He couldn't imagine anyone else at his side. Not anyone who knew him as well as Maria, or loved him, and he wasn't planning on searching when his perfect wife – his true wife – was right there.

His perfect wife... his true wife... it was Maria. And, sure, their romantic relationship may have had a dubious start, but who said all love had to be conventional? His feelings for her were true, and that was that. Nothing could change it.

But it didn't matter how much he wanted her, if she didn't accept him in return. And while he could blame society, or his father, or the gods, or whoever, he'd never blame Maria for her choices. Never. He'd respect them... frustrating though it may be.

Eeeaaaarrrrrk! Thud...

“Master...?”

The door behind him suddenly opened, followed by the sound of Maria's voice piercing the air. Damian straightened up – as still as a statue – and he spun around to face the door. Through the darkness of the master bedroom, he could see the voluptuous rabbit's silhouette, and he watched it approach him slowly. Her curves, her straights; all of them were highlighted by the darkness, flaunting the beauty of her body, while still obscuring so much.

“Maria...” he whispered, “You're back...”

She didn't answer, instead walking towards the room's lamp where she grabbed it...

Click!

And turned it on.

A bright light was brought into the master bedroom, illuminating it all... and revealing Maria in full. She stood before Damian, her long auburn hair undone from the braid it was usually tamed in, and her body covered in black robes that covered her from the neck down. It clung to the curves of her body, highlighting her physique, but still hiding her away.

Head tipped up, Maria looked at her master with demure eyes as she stepped closer and closer. Damian's breathing quickened as he watched the shortstack rabbit approach him, feeling his heart start to pump and his blood begin to rush. For the first time in a long time, he appeared stunned, with his gritted teeth, tense eyes, and blush on his cheeks. But the maid remained composed, even as she joined her young master on the balcony...

Fwump...

And let those robes fall from her neck.

Her body – her short, stacked, thicc body – was covered in black lingerie that cradled her like a picture frame. A black brassiere that was elegant and floral, which cupped and lifted her hefty bosom. A garter belt which framed her hips and pelvis, with lace panties and straps that extended down towards stockings. And even a detached collar that wrapped around her neck.

Maria was like a flower. A beautiful, elegant, erotic, flower. The blacks of her lingerie mixed with the creams of her fur, drawing even more attention to the shapely beauty of her shortstack figure. Her clothes and her body appeared as if they were forged by the hands of a true artisan. Only she could be this beautiful... this sexy.

And as the moonlight glow illuminated her in all of her beauty, Maria gently clung to Damian's hand. Her thumb smoothed along his palm, spreading out his fingers, before drawing his palm in towards her chest. As he was brought in, he clutched the hare's great tit, coaxing a groan from her lips, while her blue eyes looked up towards him with a pleading look.

“Master Damian,” she whispered, “Please... make love to me...”

Her words... her request... it immediately lit a fire within him. Damian said not a word; not a 'Yes', or an 'Okay' or anything like that. He just swept his arms up beneath her, lifting her up into the air with ease. She clung back to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him close as he pulled her off towards the bed.

Fwump!

And they both sank into it, parting its curtains and falling into its endlessly soft mattress. Maria was pinned to the bed beneath her young master, who stared back at her with this desperate and pleading look in his eyes. He was such a strapping young man; his body so firm and strong for his age and stature. And with that button up shirt and slacks gripping upon his form, she could almost feel the power of his form tug at her.

“Oh... Master...” she whispered, before-- “Mmfff~”

“Hmmm...”

Their lips met, kissing one another with the same desperate ferocity of two lovers who had not kissed in years. Their session at the beach, their kinky tryst on the train; all of that felt like a distant memory, almost as if they happened in a different lifetime. The right here and now, that's all that mattered.

Their lips danced along one another, their tongues grinding and swirling in this erotic dance of passion, need, and desire. Muffled moans left their lips as he pushed her deeper against the mattress, which cradled her like a cloud. Letting her own lusts guide her, Maria pushed her fingers up to Damian's chest, where she began unbuttoning it; one, by one, by one. His shirt opened up, revealing his young and toned body beneath. Gently, she dragged her palm up to his chest, where she groaned from how toned it was. Had he become stronger since this all started, or was she playing tricks on herself?

Damian's hands did not remain idle either. How could they when the full breadth of Maria's beauty was on display? He brought his hand down to her hip, stroking and groping his palm along the curve of her waist, along the bend of her side, and up towards her bust. There he gripped, cupped, and lifted the bunny's great tit, making her groan into her mouth, where he pulled back.

Thump...

His slacks were traitorous, showing the prominent bulge of his dick as it strained against his zipper. Bringing her hand down, Maria draped her fingers along the bulge, feeling it throb against her nimble fingers and sweaty palm.

So big. So robust. So strong. The mighty tool within had brought her nothing but pleasure for many days and many nights since given the duty to bring him pleasure. And no matter how many times she sees it, she's still so amazed by what he contains.

Guiding Damian to sit upright, Maria moved herself down to undo his belt buckle, and soon after, unzip his pants. His slacks grew loose and open around his waist, allowing his swelling manhood to finally be free, and finally breathe.

“Ggaaaah...”

Damian breathed hard too, as if holding in a deep breath unknowingly. Maria giggled in response, her blue eyes looking up at his face while her ears and tail both began to twitch. Bringing forth her hands, she draped them on her young master's hips, and slowly began pulling his slacks down, revealing more and more of his body beneath.

Fwip!

“Aaah~”

His length bounced to freedom, no longer limited by his trousers and underwear. Maria's eyes locked forward, coming face to face with his mighty spire. The length, the size, the pulsating head, the veins, and the precum that oozed from the slit; she was familiar with all of it. And it made her mouth water.

Damian had such a beautiful cock. Yes, it was lewd to say, and no, she did not care. He was a handsome young man, one who was still growing as the days went by. She had no doubts he would become a true representation of what it means to be a Banneker sooner rather than later. And that beauty of his extended to all areas of his body, his manhood included.

Placing her hand upon the side of Damian's dick, Maria began drawing her hand back and forth along his immaculate shaft. It jumped in her hands, and it pulsated with so much heat that she felt like it could burn her up by touching it alone. Whenever she saw her young master sport such a hard on, she bit her lip in restrained. She hated how much it probably hurt him, and wanted to do nothing more than to help relieve him of that pain.

And she'd relieve that pain in the only way she could. In the only way she was allowed to.

Maria wrapped her hand around Damian's cock, gripping it tight, but not too tight to be discomforting. Back and forth she began jerking his dick, being sure to squeeze the inside of her thumb and index finger around his glands as she did so. Moans and groans left her young master's lips as the pleasure rose through him, causing his head to pull back as the light of the room showered upon him.

Precum dribbled endlessly from his slit, which she smeared along his dick's head, and then, his dick as a whole, leaving it all glistening in his lust. Placing her other hand on Damian's hip to hold him in place, Maria quickened the pace of her jerking, sending quakes through his body, and bringing out more of his moans.

Damian looked down, and the voluptuous bunny looked back. Her blue eyes looked almost pleading with how she stared at him, as she wanted so desperately to bring him the absolute heights of pleasure. So she drew even closer, pursed her lips, and--

Chu!

Planted a kiss on his stomach. And then another kiss. And another kiss.

Eyes closed, Maria peppered her young master's toned stomach with a flurry of kisses. Her lips were like the subtle waves against a silent beach, and Damian felt each and every press of them. The rabbit's kisses were somehow both gentle and strong, caressing him, building his pleasure higher, while her hand continued jerking along his length.

Maria dipped down, pushing her head under Damian's cock and resting it on her scalp. Moving in with lips pursed, she kissed his swaying balls, feeling them churn with the virile seed within. Each kiss emboldened her, guiding the shortstack hare to lick them, and then open her mouth and capture them between her lips. Gently she suckled on his balls, moaning around him, and sending reverberating bolts of pleasure racing up and down his spine. She then pulled her head back with her tongue extended out, where she dragged a long and sensual lick from his hilt all the way to the tip.

Oh. It tasted so good. The flavor of his precum mixed with the sweat of his cock, creating this delicious flavor which drugged her brain. Maria even moaned, while her blue eyes appeared lidded with lust.

So she gave his dick another lick. And another lick. And another lick!

Her tongue strode from his balls to the tip; over and over and over again. His length bounced and throbbed on her face as she licked him, while she moaned with an ever growing arousal and hunger. And that hunger eventually reached its pitch, coaxing Maria to stop jerking his length off, and instead wrap her hand around his the hilt, while her other hand rested on his thigh. She then pulled back, balanced the head of his dick upon the bottom of her lip...

“Chlup~! Nmmmmmm~~~”

And pushed down.

The hare's cheeks puffed up as she pushed her young master's length into her lips. It glided along her tongue, while her lips and teeth pushed down upon the top and bottom of it. Deeper and deeper she pushed it, already more than accustomed to its size, girth, taste, and, yes, the heat too. It all drew moans from Maria's lips, which funneled and flowed throughout Damian's body.

“Aaaaaggghh...” he groaned as he brought up his hand and placed it on her head.

Pushing his fingers through her hair, Damian gripped a hold of Maria's scalp, but he never took control over her. So easily he could push that rod in and out of her throat, fucking her mouth with all the energy his young body could muster. And he had a lot of energy!

But he didn't. He let Maria suck his length to her own pace, pushing her lips up and down on his cock slowly. Lewd and loud sucks and slurps echoed from her maw as her head bobbed upon his cock, sending pleasure racing throughout her young master's body. Her lips draaaagggggeeed along his dick, spreading her spittle and drool along his length, which mixed with his flavorful precum. And when she came to the tip, her tongue flicked off his cock with an loud--

Snap!

“Aaaah~~~”

Maria's blue eyes looked at Damian, meeting his green gaze. For several moments, the two looked at one another, incapable of speech, and content with merely breathing hard. That is until Maria lifted her backside up, and wiggled her hips left to right. Like a cat preparing to pounce, she eyed her young master up and down, before doing what bunnies do best.

She bounced.

“Nggh!”

“What? Oaaah!?”

On strong lapine legs, Maria propelled herself forward, launching herself into Damian's awaiting chest and arm. The two fell down on the bed, now with her atop him as she wore this alluring grin on her lips. Sitting upright on his lap, she placed her hand on his chest, where she slowly dragged her palms down his body, marveling at his figure and form.

“You are... so beautiful, Master Damian,” she praised, causing his cheeks to turn red.

“I... heh... thank you, Maria...”

Reaching up to her chest, the hare gripped the strings that had the gargantuan task of keeping her bra in place. Slowly she pulled them apart, triggering this erotic 'Swwwwiiiiiiiiiip~' noise which filled the air... up until finally...

“Aah~”

PLOP-PLOP!

Maria's breasts bounced to freedom, being just as glorious now as they were at the beach. Cream fur contained her body, with hard nipples that were as plump as they were pink. Shaped like tears, her breasts raised and lowered as she breathed, as if casting a dragnet that kept his eyes magnetized.

Damian drew up his arm, and wrapped it around Maria's narrow waist. The shortstack hair moaned from his touch, before whipping her head left to toss her hair over her shoulder. Under her young master's control, she was pulled in closer... where he dove his head between her breasts.

“Mmfff!”

“Haaaahh~~~”

Damian wasn't shy. Allowing his greed to control him, he nuzzled his face between her tits, groaning and moaning as the softness of her breasts cradled him. Her warmth, her fur, her body as a whole, felt far better to hug up against than the entirety of the bed beneath them. And when Maria drew up her arms to hug his head closer, he knew that escape was impossible.

Not like he was thinking about escape anyway...

Opening his mouth, Damian wrapped his lips around one of the bunny's nipples, moaning as he tasted from her body. Her nipple filled his mouth, and he shamelessly bit upon it, sending jolts through her body. Maria even leaned back, where her mouth split open, allowing a passionate moan to grow loud and fill the air.

More. More! She hugged his face more against her bosom, never wanting to let him go. The feeling of being with him – of sharing her body with him on this bed – was a feeling she never wanted to be without. What started out as duty did grow into something more, and she never wanted to lose that 'more'.

She could no longer imagine life without it...

She could no longer imagine life without him...

His dick. His long, thick, proud, dick. It smacked up against the crevice of her ass, bouncing and spreading his precum along her butt. Left and right, Maria ground her ass along his length, and looked over her shoulder towards it with a desperate look on her face. She needed it, and she needed him. She needed all of him.

“Master~” she whispered, “Haaaaa~ Master~”

Up and down she ground against Damian's cock, twerking her ass with such ferocity that it was almost desperate. Her mound wasn't just wet, she was downright drenched with lust and need. The more she rubbed against him, the more she felt those desires flair up within her! She couldn't hold back anymore; she needed him now.

So with a parting kiss to Damian's forehead, Maria pulled back and up. He looked up at her with a dazed gaze, his lips leaving her nipples with an audible 'Pop!'. Down below, she grabbed a hold of his dick and pointed it up, aiming it with her folds. He looked down as well, watching the swelling head of his penis press against the rabbit's sweltering folds. Already he could feel her wrap around him, feel the moistness, the tightness, the heat, of her velvet tunnel.

But there was something else here; a certain air that made this different from their tryst on the train or at the beach. It didn't take him long to figure out why. Those were times where they were fucking like animals. This time, they were going to make love.

Maria pushed down...

“Hnnnggggghh~~~”

“Aaaah...!”

The rabbit's eyes rolled up slightly, and a sliver of drool broke down the corner of her mouth. Inch by inch by glorious inch, she pushed herself down on Damian's cock, impaling herself upon him. Her tight vaginal walls spread apart around him, accepting his length into her pussy, as juices squelched and slid down his length.

Damn she was so fucking tight. Far tighter than normal. And he? He was far bigger than usual too. The two fitted each other perfectly to the point that it was difficult to say who was pleasing who. Did he get harder to make Maria happy? Or was Maria tighter to make him happy?

Truth be told, they were so hot and horny for one another, that it didn't really matter.

Maria pushed down, not stopping until her hips finally met his with a sumptuous 'Pat...'. She sat completely upon his hips, his cock buried in her snatch, throbbing with that randy male need. Mouth agape, the shortstack rabbit placed her hand on her stomach, rubbing herself where she felt his dick on the other end.

The pulsing... the throbbing... the twitching... it all felt so good.

Maria smiled. It was a warm and beaming smile, one filled with passion, and not so tainted by lust. And when her blue eyes opened, she gazed down upon her young master... to see the same smile adorn his lips.

Yes. They complimented one another... supported one another...

Maria offered Damian her hands, and he did not hesitate to accept them. He pushed his palms against hers, and interlocked their fingers, binding their hands together fully. The hare felt a jolt race up her spine and trigger in her heart upon the hold, causing her to squeeze his hand tenderly.

“Damian,” she whispered, “I love you~”

“Mmff... I love you too, Maria,” he replied, followed by a--

Pat!

“Aaaahhhh~~~!”

With a strong thrust, Damian launched his cock deep into Maria's pussy. She bounced up, and an elegant cry of ecstasy left her warbling lips. Pleasure raced throughout the hare's body, while flesh and fur recoiled from the push. Her tits bounced so much, her ass clapped against his waist, and her hair fluttered up... before falling down so slowly.

And Damian thrusted again.

Pat!

“Aaaha-haaah~~~!”

And Damian thrusted again.

Pat!

“Hooooh~~~!”

And Damian thrusted again.

Pat!

“Aaah-haaaah ~~~! Daammiaaaaaaannn~~~!”

She knew his strength. She knew if he wanted to swing his hips like a bucking bronco, that he would swing his hips like a bucking bronco. She knew he could fuck her to the point that she was screaming his voice loud enough so that the whole of Cortes could hear her.

But he didn't.

Damian's thrusts were strong and quick, but not too strong, nor too quick. It was... perfect. Absolutely perfect.

Erotic and plentiful 'Pat!' noises echoed throughout the bedroom as Damian shot his hips upwards, driving his dick into Maria's tight cunt. The shortstack rabbit bounced up and fell down, her pussy gripping hard upon him as her plump southern lips dragged up and down his shaft. The pulsing head, the throbbing veins, it all dragged along her vaginal walls, once again carving her out into his familiar shape.

Maria gripped tight upon Damian's hand, almost to the point that her nails were digging into his skin. What was wrong? Was she afraid that he'd slip out of her grasp if she let go? That he'd turn into vapor and just... vanish? To reassure the hare that he wasn't going anywhere, Damian held her hands with as much power as she held his.

Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat!

The sounds of their colliding bodies echoed throughout the bedroom. Maria – a smile on her face – continued to grip Damian's hands tight, while she pulled her hips up and down on his cock. The erotic 'Pats!' bounced back into her ears, mixing with the way her breasts bounced, and how her ass 'Clapped!' against his waist. And her pussy?

Her pussy.

There was that feeling again. That tightness, that grip, the way she grasped upon him; she didn't want to let go. No, the opposite. She wanted all of him.

PAT!

“Aah...!?”

When Damian thrusted up, Maria pushed down, meeting him. Pleasure coursed through the both of them from the combined thrust, and they briefly came to a halt... only to start moving again.

PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!

“Aah~ Haaah~ Aah~ Ohh~ Hooh~ Aaaahh~ Aaooh~”

“Hnngh! Hnnn! Mmph! Aaah...! Aaaoh!”

Damian's cock punched deep into her folds, sending quakes throughout her body. In return, her pussy clinched and tightened around his length, damn-near holding him hostage. The both of them filled the air not only with the sounds of their bodies, but also with their moans and groans. And they did it all without ever looking away from one another.

They could feel it; the ever rising pressure of love and lust that drove them. Maria felt her pussy grip him harder, and her body started putting on more elaborate movements. She softly jerked her hips upright, grinding his length along her tight walls. He slightly angled his cock, being sure to strike Maria's weak spots.

The two were pleasing one another, moving faster and harder. Eventually, they broke their clasped hands so that Damian could lean up off the bed, and wrap his arms around Maria's back and waist. Holding the shortstack hare close, he continued moving, hammering his length into her pussy, and causing her to bite into her bottom lip. More pleasure. More pleasure. It was drugging their minds.

Their once sonorous moans and groans became quick and short gasps. Even the 'PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!' seemed to become quicker, almost desperate. Maria could feel the tightening in her young master's cock, and in turn, he felt the tightening in her pussy. They both held out for as long as they could, but their limit was approaching. And instead of trying to avoid it, they rushed towards it.

PATPATPATPATPATPATPAT!!!

“OH...! FUCK YESSS~~~!”

Maria's cry filled the air; the seal to her dam was about to break. Gripping her young master's shoulders and back tighter, she began riding him even harder as well, hugging him to the point that she feared she'd break his spine! But he was stronger than that, and for as hard as she gave him, he gave back.

The hare started shaking, her body convulsing as the pleasure reached a fever pitch. Grabbing Damian even harder, she pressed her lips up to his, taking him into a kiss so needy, so desperate, she feared she would have died without it. He kissed her back with equal desperation, equal fervor. And with one... hard... strong... fast... final...

THWAP!

“NMMMFFFF!!!”

“NMMMMM ~~~~ ”

And there it was. Pure ecstasy.

Deep within her pussy – deep within her womb – Maria felt an explosion of heat. It rushed and flooded inside of her, coating her walls, and sparing nothing. The tight pink corridor that was her pussy was painted white by a flood of spunk, one so thick, so creamy, so voluminous, that she wasn't sure where the seed ended and her pussy began.

Did it even matter?

No.

She was connected with her young master.

That's all that mattered.

This feeling was familiar to Maria. These sounds were familiar to Maria. Every internal 'SPORT!' every 'SPLURT!' ever 'GLORP!' rang in her ears like the world's most erotic song. And as she shared her lips with her young master, the hare's eyes rolled to the back of her skull, and a deep groan of ecstasy left her lips.

Her body grew loose; too weak to hold herself up. So she shook in place... before releasing her hold on her master. But instead of falling back, Damian kept his grip on her. So she fell forward instead, and the two collapsed upon the soft mattress beneath them.

For minutes they just laid there, breathing in the same air as one another. Neither side said a word, but then again, neither side needed to say a word. Instead, they clung to one another, with Maria gently dragging her hand down Damian's chest, and Damian gently clutching her back and bottom. Together, the two looked at one another... before a smile broke out over the hare's lips.

“Oh Master~” she cooed, “Hnn...! You're so talented...”

He didn't respond. No smug retort, nor heartfelt reply. Rather, he looked at her with a smile... a smile that steadily shifted into a forlorn frown.

Glancing aside, he stared off towards the room's veranda, gazing through its billowing curtains towards the moonlit skies and ocean outside. So beautiful, yet so cold... in a way, it was a reflection of Maria. She was beautiful – the most beautiful woman in the world to him – and yet she coldly pushed him away when he poured his heart out to her.

But for as much as that pained him, he wasn't going to let that keep him down. So he rose up slightly, causing Maria to rise up as well. Her beautiful cerulean eyes stared into his verdant ones, reading the determination within them as he gave her a heavy look of resolve.

“Maria,” said Damian, “I love you. And I don't care what anyone says... because I won't stop loving you...”

The hare opened her mouth to speak... but instead her cheeks turned red, and her expression grew flustered. Bringing her hands up to her lips, she tried to hide the wide smile that threatened to split her face apart. She didn't really succeed.

“Oh Master,” she said through her hands, “I...! I... haah... I...” she closed her eyes and dropped her hand, revealing her blushing smile in full, “I love you too. And I don't care what anyone says, because I'll always love you. I just fear that...” she closed her eyes and clasped her hands together, “Perhaps... a maid isn't a good enough partner for you. That you deserve something more,” she opened her eyes again, and tilted her head, “I'm always loyal, aren't I?”

“Always loyal...” Damian repeated.

He looked at Maria, reading the blush and smile that continued to adorn her face, even while she again turned him down. But... she wasn't really turning him down, was she? No, she was leading him on to something, leading him on to a decision that he was beginning to understand.

Maria Chiffon was a person of duty. No matter what command was given to her, she performed it to the best of her abilities; no questions asked. And when it comes to Maria, she always accomplished those tasks perfectly. Yes, even with something as insane as baring his future heir.

So... why stop there? He knew that – no matter what – Maria would obey his command. Even a command as crazy as...

“Maria... I order you to be my wife.”

The shorstack hare – mature in age and grace – tensed up on her young master's lap. That smile of hers – blushing and shy as it was – grew even wider... wider... wider still. And as her hands raised up towards her lips, her body rumbled from ear to toe.

“To be Master Damian's wife... would make me the happiest in the world.”

…

A month earlier, Maria had a conversation. It was not with Damian, but with Damian's father; her Lord. He had just spoken with his father and left, leaving her alone with her lord within the family's gardens. And it all began with...

“Maria... we need to talk...”

When those words left Joseph's lips, the hare moved as if in a trance. She did not sit before her lord, because it was not in her place to sit before her lord. That implies casualness and equality, two things she was not. She could not be casual or equal with her lord, only lesser.

It had been a while since she felt like this, felt so subservient. Perhaps years ago. Maria had gained so much respect, so much authority within Banneker Estate, that some other servants would even defer to her as their 'mistress'.

But Joseph's words – strong and stern – reminded her of her true place. No matter how much time changes or how much seniority she gains, she will always be Maria Chiffon.

“Yes, Lord Joseph?” she asked, her head tipped towards him in a show of respect.

“You and Damian... you have both been quite close with one another, haven't you?” replied Joseph rhetorically. Nevertheless, Maria answered.

“Yes. Yes we have,” she answered... while a red blush formed on her cheeks, “I dare say, Master Damian has grown into a robust young man. He's so very... ahem... vigorous...”

“Of that, I'm sure,” Joseph replied as he took a sip of his tea, “Hm... that being said... I fear that Damian has not only grown into a robust young man, but he's also grown quite infatuated with you.”

“Infatuated... with me...?” Maria said, genuinely surprised, “I-I wouldn't say that. He's merely... indulging in the vices of the body; that is all. I'm sure he sees me as being far too old for his liking. There's no doubt in my mind that he will find favor with another woman around his age, perhaps at the academy.”

“Those were my thoughts too... but...” Joseph shook his head, “I've seen it in his eyes and heard it in his voice. I saw it in his face. I called you a servant... and I read his reaction. It genuinely angered him for you to be reduced to a role as servant.”

“B-but I am a servant,” she remarked, “I've always been a servant... I will always be a servant...”

“My feelings exactly,” Joseph replied, “But Damian does not seem to agree. And I think that's more clear since he's specifically requested that you go with him to Cortes. Maria. I believe Damian is going to do something drastic. I believe he will try to make you his wife.”

“Wh-what?”

Maria's professional grace and stoicism shattered completely. She even looked at her lord with a stunned expression, as if he was speaking some alien language she did not understand. Her thoughts meanwhile were filled with things like wedding bells, white dresses, a ring on her hand... and a young man at her side.

No. She needed to dispel these thoughts immediately.

Not easy when Joseph asked next...

“How does hearing that make you feel?”

And Maria's eyes swelled.

“How does... that make... me feel...?”

Her face turned pale, her expression stunned, and it was like her brain was struggling to parse any concrete thoughts. There were words she wanted to say, but she didn't speak them for fear that only nonsensical babbling would leave her lips. Joseph just looked down upon her, reading her expression... which said a thousand words even though she spoke none.

“You...” she said, finally shattering her flustered face, “Surely you jest, Lord Joseph. I am... a mere housemaid; nothing more, nothing less. To think that Damian holds romantic feelings for me outside of lust is... d-difficult to believe.”

“Is it, though?” said Joseph as he supported his head with the back of his hands, “I suppose this was to be expected. No young man has relations with a woman, and gains absolutely no feelings from the encounters. Doubly so if it's as consistent as it is between the both of you. Hm...”

“I... I suppose... you are right... s-still... r-romance? Infatuation...? I don't believe... i-it would reach that far.”

“But I do,” said Joseph, “Perhaps this is nothing more than a phase for my son. Perhaps he'll overcome it in due time. I've been in conversations with Lord Adle about Damian courting his daughter...” he paused and shook his head, “But... that may not be necessary if Damian does have feelings for you. I doubt he'll be interested in hearing of possible admirers if he already has his eyes set on one; set on you.”

“I... hm... I do not understand,” said Maria as she tilted her head at her lorn, her expression appearing forlorn, “Wh... what are you asking of me, Lord Joseph? If Master Damian confesses to me during our trip, do you want me to turn him down...?”

“Hmm...”

Joseph did not answer, instead growing quiet and even pensive. Closing his eyes, he placed his hands together, and fell deep into thought. Maria – standing idly by – watched him think as an expression of worry and even fear adorned her face. What was going on in his head?

“Maria...” he suddenly said, breaking the silence, “I... trust your intuition. You've served our family for close to two decades now. When you first started working here as a mere maid, you were only twenty. Now look at you. Soon, you'll be in your forties, and will be the mother of my grandchild. So with all of that in mind – considering how much you've dedicated and even sacrificed for my family and I – I will let you decide what happens. I'm sure that, yes, Damian will confess something to you during your trip to Cortes. And I will...” he shrugged his shoulders, “Allow it to happen... whatever 'it' is...”

“I... I do not... I still do not understand, Lord Joseph,” Maria whispered, her face quivering, “What are you asking of me...?”

“Hmm...”

Joseph stopped and didn't answer for a few moments. Instead, the hare watched this big, warm, beaming smile adorn his typically aloof face.

“Maria... I simply ask that whatever choice you make... you are happy with it.”

That statement sent a shiver down Maria's spine, and she became as still as a block of ice. Looking at Joseph, she expected him to say something else, like add a stipulation to his statement. But, no. There was no addition, no addendum, nothing to imply there was a hidden gambit or trick here. No...

Joseph was being honest. He just wanted her to be happy.

“But what of Master Damian...?” asked Maria, “What if... what if I say or do something that displeases him...?”

“Hmm... I don't... think that will be an issue,” said Joseph with an affirmative nod, “You'd never do anything to bring harm upon anyone in our family. So I know that whatever decision you come to, it won't displease Damian too much.”

He said it with this coy smile, a sight that made Maria's chest rise up. The hare knew not what was going through Joseph's head, or why he made such a request of her... but she knew she would not let him down.

“Master...” she said, “I should... start getting ready for the trip.”

“Yes, Maria. Of course.”