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Mistress Maid Maria

Ring Ring! Ring Ring! Ring Ring!

She heard it...

Ring Ring! Ring Ring! Ring Ring!

It was distant yes... but she heard it...

Ring Ring! Ring Ring! Ring Ring!

The sound of a call bell, shaken by its handle.

Ring Ring! Ring Ring! Ring Ring!

Yes... he needed her.

Through the halls of this massive estate, you could hear her footsteps. There was a power within her stride, a flawless elegance, an aura built through years of refinement, study, finesse, and skill. You'd see no bend in her form, no flaw in her figure, nothing one could call too weak, or too shallow, nor too great, or too strong. No, from something as simple as her just walking, you could tell that this woman was completely and utterly perfect.

Within the halls of Banneker Estate, there were many servants and workers, many maids and butlers. They all performed their duties to the best of their abilities, but only one could be called flawless. And this was no exaggeration, no hyperbolic statement to build up her status. She was called perfect because those around her truly believed she was perfect.

So the sounds of her heels clicking against the wooden floors, was enough to instantly whip into shape her subordinates. Not even the mistress of the estate had such an undeniable sway over those she employed! In the eyes of some, if there was anyone who could ever be called the queen of the estate, it was her. And she was no noblewoman, no aristocrat, no duchess, no...

She was a maid. The head-housemaid, the headmistress, the perfect woman of status and skill.

Her name was Maria, and Maria was perfection!

She wasn't the tallest... in fact, some would say she was the shortest! In an estate the keeps beastkin as their servants, you could miss her among the horses, or the bovines, or the canines and felines. But no one had the aura she had, no one had the power she had. So if you look over her head, you'd soon see her ears, and when you see her ears, you look down.

She was a rabbit. Mature of grace, cream of fur, auburn of hair, and blue of eyes. Her height was diminutive however... really diminutive. From foot to ear, she stood just barely above four foot one. From foot to head however, she stood to be about three foot four. Her short height is the reason why she always – and I do mean always – wears seven-inch heels. It props up her stature, if only a little bit.

Her cerulean eyes were sharp and pensive, capable of causing even the most unruly of beasts to behave form eyesight alone. Coupled with her powerful stride and her no-nonsense expressions, the hare was perhaps the last person you'd ever dare cross. Everything about her oozed refined control to an extreme degree, whether it be her uniform which had not an inch of dust or grime on it, or her long auburn hair which was tamed into a braid.

Her appearance was both expected, yet astonishing. Those around her either parted to give her space, gazed in awe of her, or worked twice as hard in fear that she'd berate them for perceived laziness. No one could hear the ringing bell, no one but her. And once that bell was rung, she headed into its direction without fail.

It brought her out to the gardens of the estate, where around one could see flowers and greenery that had been meticulous attended to. But where as normal you'd see any number of groundskeepers – from two to seven – working within at once, right now the space was empty.

Save for the sound of a ringing bell, which drew Maria along the stone path towards the center of the gardens. And sitting on a chair that stood near the central fountain, there was an older gentleman. He wore a fine blue suit, his hair was brown with gray streaks, and he had a meticulously groomed beard upon his cheeks and chin. And in his hand – shaking to and fro – was a call bell.

Joseph Banneker, the Lord of Banneker Estate. He was an older man... an older human man, and one with a daunting reputation. The Banneker family may not be as prevalent as, say, the Drussel family, or the Invictus family, but they too have a history tied to that of Dudral. One less shared with war and bloodshed, not even in the land of politics, but money and wealth? The treasury? They were the masters of that.

And Joseph Banneker was perhaps the most prolific Lord the estate has ever had when it comes to such a thing. When one speaks to him, they're speaking to a man who has the ability to make the common dollar either very wealthy... or very worthless.

“Lord Banneker," said Maria with a bow, her voice just as resolute as her appearance, “You called for me?"

“Indeed, I did, Maria," said the older man at his chair as he shifted to face her, “And as expected, you appeared on time. Truly, the estate is fortunate to have a maid as honorable and dutiful as you are."

“Thank you, my lord," said Maria with yet another bow, “But if I may ask..." then she straightened up, her blue eyes staring into his face, “Why is it that you have called me? Is there something that you need my specific aid for?"

“Indeed, there is, Maria," Joseph replied as he stood up from his chair, only to gaze into the distance, “As you know, three months from now, it will be my fortieth birthday. The thought of it has weighed heavily on my mind, and I've been thinking about my life as a whole because of this. Forty years sounds both long an short, and I find myself feeling... unsure of the future."

“Unsure...? Is that why you have called me?" Maria asked, her eyebrow raised, “Tell me what you need, Master, and I will accomplish it to the best of my abilities."

He smirked.

“Yes, Maria. I know," Joseph said whilst turning to face her, “You've been a helpful force in my life for as long as I can remember. The day you came to work for Banneker Estate, is still so vivid in my mind. You've always been dutiful... helpful... and there were times where your advice was more sagely than my own father's," he took in a deep breath and looked away, “Which is why I have called for your aid. It deals with my son."

“Master Damian? Has something ill befallen him?" Maria asked, to which Joseph nodded.

“Yes... and I'm afraid that illness is lethargy," her lord replied, taking the hare aback.

“My apologies?"

“Three weeks ago, Damian had his eighteenth birthday," Joseph answered, “At the same age, I had already known his mother since childhood, and we were getting serious. In three years time at the age of twenty-one, we were wedded. But Damian... he has no girlfriend, no marriage arrangements, and he shows no interests in it either. As I grown older, I've begun fearing what may happen to the family if he does not to have an heir. Neither Damian nor I am getting younger, and many women of equal status and age to him, have already been wedded off. I fear when he is finally ready to get into a relationship and have children, that moment will have passed him by. Even worse, he may choose to have a child with someone... unbecoming of him and our family. Which is why I have come to you, Maria."

“I see..." she said with a nod, her eyes closed, “Would you desire that I aid Master Damian in finding a spouse subtitle to his caliber? I assure you, I have never failed any command, I won't fail with something this important!"

“I know you will, Maria... but you've gotten it all wrong," Joseph said, taking her aback.

“Beg pardon? Then... could you please explain what it is you need, my lord?"

He stepped forward... another step... anther step... another step. Maria's head turned up to face him, being both disarmed yet confused by the warm and inviting smile on his lips. Bringing forth his hands, he gently grasped her hands, holding them up. Still confused, the hare looked first towards his hand, then up towards his face... where her eyes doubled in size.

Oh...

“You mean...?"

“Maria Chiffon. I ask this of you knowing what it entails. Will you please bare my grandchild."

The hare grew tense and her body locked up. Ears, tail, fur; it all stood on end, and she became incapable of moving even an inch. Her eyes wide, Maria stared into the earnest face of her lord, while her ears picked apart his voice. This was no joke, no trap to get her into breaking her flawless visage. No, her lord was being 100% honest with her.

He wanted her to bare his grandchild. To sleep with Master Damian and... and...

Maria closed her mouth and swallowed her spit...

“To bare Master Damian's child... would make me the happiest in the world."

…

Banneker Estate had two children; a brother, and a sister. Lady Sandra was vain, but not without reason. As anyone born with the Banneker blood, she had an eye for mathematics, and the mindset to use that skill. Handling money among other things was a cinch for the soon-to-be duchess, and she was never bereft of suitors who vied for her attentions and love.

But this isn't about his sister, is it?

The plush of his mattress was so soft, he sank in inches, if not entire feet into its surface. There was never a moment where his bed was anything short of perfection. After a long day at the academy, all he'd desire is a nice soak in his tub, and then a nice, long nap before dinner. He was never unruly as a child, so long as he had his bed close by.

If there's one thing his bed could not do...

Eeeeeaaaaarrrr!

It's drown out sound.

Green eyes opened, and rather begrudgingly at that. He had two days free from the endless droning of the academy, and all he asks for those two days is time alone. So why oh why was he being bothered now? And why oh why was it by--

“Wake up, Maassterrrrr~~~!"

Haaah... her?

If Sandra was more like their father with her brown hair, then he was more like their mother. His hair was blond, his eyes were green, and he had the same pointed nose as his mother. The shape of his eyes however was like his father, being sharp, pensive and strong....

Even if he looked more tired than he had any right to.

Damian Banneker was the only son of the Banneker estate, and thus it fell to him to continue their family's lineage. He was a soft looking young man, with his smooth cheeks and freckles, and the blond curls of his head. From afar, you may confuse Damian as being a rather soft person thanks to his features.

You'd be wrong.

He is a Banneker, through and through! While his outward features may leave something to be desired, his voice certainly didn't, nor did his quizzical eye for detail and math. Damian was as cool and as calculating as his father. And his grandfather. And his great-grandfather. And his great--

You get the point.

While it is true that his sister – Sandra – was older, being a woman, her focuses were mostly tied to the political sphere with relationships and the like, as oppose to the treasury. When she weds, the Banneker name will leave her, and when that happens... well...

What then?

Well... Damian is that 'what then'. And right now, on this lovely morning, he was being rather rudely awakened by--

“Brooklyn!"

“Nyah? oh...! Master! Kee-hee! You're actually awake!"

Staring over towards the curtain of his bed, he watched as a shadow suddenly approached it. Then her hands gripped the seams of the curtains, pulling them apart to reveal a young feline maid. Her fur was brown, her hair was blonde, her eyes were blue, and she was dressed like your typical French maid.

A typical French Maid with a mischievous glint in her eye.

“Good morning, Master Damian!" the feline – Brooklyn – said with a smile on her face, much to his annoyance.

“Rrrgghh...! Don't you know about knocking? You're not supposed to just barge into the room of your master, you know! What if I was doing something important?" the young man said through gritted teeth, though this servant merely rolled her eyes.

“'Something important'? Like what? Sleeping? Kee-hee! That's hardly important for the likes of a Master like yourself!"

“Well it's important to me!" he snapped back whilst sitting up, “For the love of the gods... ugh!" then he shook his head while his eyes glanced aside, “Well... you woke me up, so I assume father wishes to speak with me."

“Not exactly," Brooklyn replied with a shake of her head, “You're supposed to have a special meeting during breakfast, so I was sent to rouse you from your sleep."

“A special... meeting...?"

Raising an eyebrow, Damian questioned what that could possibly mean... only for his expression to sour. Knowing his father, he was probably going to meet with some lord or duke or whatever, who has a particularly 'fetching' daughter. It was his father's way to try and force him to hold feelings for some woman he didn't know, nor did he ever care to know.

And it was always under the guise of a business meeting. Yeah right... what father agonizes this much over the 'business' of what his son does in bed? Haaah!

“This is the pits," muttered Damian as he fell back into his bed with his hand on his forehead, “My father's gonna run me ragged with this nonsense. I just turned eighteen; can't he wait a couple of years?" shaking his head, he turned to the distance, “Ever since Ulrich met his fiance, my father's been really breathing down my neck to find a spouse! It's annoying me to no end!"

“Oh...! So narcissistic of you, Master Damian," Brooklyn replied, making him snap his gaze back upon her, “You have so many beautiful women throwing themselves at your feet, and yet you step over them like trash!"

“'Narcissistic'? Rrrghh! You do realize I'm your boss, right, Brooklyn? I could have you fired!"

“If you did, who would be there to listen to your complaints?" she replied, causing him to grow silent.

She did have a point... much to his chagrin.

“Wh-whatever. Let's just go. The sooner we get this over with, the sooner I can go back to sleep..."

“Yeah! That's the spirit, Master! Be a lazy lord!"

“Hhgggh..."

…

So here he was at the same courtyard he usually went to in order to enjoy his breakfasts. Due to the busy lifestyle of his family, it wasn't an uncommon occurrence for Damian to have his breakfasts alone... and his lunches, and dinners for that matter. So he typically spent his meals here, within one of the many courtyards of their estate. Flowers were here, flowers were over there, and a stone walkway connected from the four corners of the courtyard to the porches at the side. It wasn't a large area – you could easily trace the entire perimeter in a few seconds – but he enjoyed this quaint space. It was nice and small... just as he liked it.

But there is a problem here. He was supposed to have a 'special meeting' yes? During his breakfast? Well, when he did have breakfast with his family members – specifically his father – he certainly didn't have it in his favored courtyard! He typically ate with his father in the dining hall, or – when he wanted them to meet up with someone – they'd eat on the backyard patio so he can flaunt the near endless fields they own.

But for them to eat here... something odd was going on.

“Hey, Brooklyn... did anyone special come in to the estate today? Like a lord or duke?" asked Damian, making his maid shake her head.

“Noo... not that I'm aware of," she answered honestly, “I was performing other duties when Head-housemaid Maria came to me. She told me to awaken you for this 'special meeting'... whatever it is."

“Maria sent for me...? Hmm... then it must be important," he took in a deep breath, “Well... I can't wait to see what it--" Click! Eeeaarrrr! “Is..."

Both Damian and Brooklyn's heads turned, facing into the direction of an open door. Following it was the telltale sound of heels clicking against a floor, which caused both of them to straighten up. Any childishness Brooklyn had was instantly dashed aside, and Damian too even sucked in air through his nose. Yes, she was just that scary! He knew that technically she was his servant, but when that hare came into view, she could force even rulers to their knees.

Maria Chiffon! Head-housemaid of the Banneker Estate, and a woman Damian held both great respect for, and fear towards. She walked towards them with very little bend in her stride, holding a face a mature as it was elegant... and stoic. Her graceful blue eyes pierced the air around them, her flawless auburn hair fell to cover the right side of her face, and her lips were covered in cherry-red lipstick. She always looked amazing when performing her duties, but even now there was something about Maria that was... magnetizing. Even her uniform appeared to be twice as enthralling! Maybe it was the fact that it lacked her apron... or the fact that it showed cleavage.

Such... amazing... cleavage. Has he ever seen Maria's chest before? Even when she put on some elegant dress, she retained her modesty. But this was something else entirely; this was something he couldn't quite put his finger on!

And it had Damian's heart racing! If Maria was coming to him looking like this, then what could this 'special meeting' entail?

Well...

“Good morning, Master Damian," Maria said as she performed an honorable bow before him.

“G-good morning, Maria," Damian replied as he cocked his head, “Is... is something the matter?"

“Negative, my Master," said the hare as she straightened back up, “I can see from your face that you are confused by my being here and my attire..." she cocked her head, “Speaking of... is it to your liking? My appearance, that is."

“Uh! I... ahhh... I... yes, of course," he nodded, “Maria. You look beautiful but... you always look beautiful."

She smiled.

“Thank you, Master," she stepped forward, “Before I tell to you why I am here, I feel the need to explain what has led to this moment. As we know, recently, you've had your eighteenth birthday. Well... yesterday, I had a conversation with your father, and a very important one at that."

“What kind of conversation...?"

“You and your father have butted heads on your relationship status... or your lack there of," Maria continued on, “He fears that time is running out for you, so he's turned to me to do something about it."

“Haaaahh! This is another one of his marriage proposal games!" Damian snarled as he turned away to face the edge of the courtyard, “You can tell father that I will look for a bride when I'm ready! As you said, I've just turned eighteen! He makes it seem like I'll die soon if I'm not dating someone!"

“I understand Master Damian... but you are wrong," Maria said, causing him to turn around, “This is not a marriage proposal."

“Then... what is it...?" he asked as he watched her step forward.

But Maria didn't answer right away, and instead she smiled as her hand came up to rest upon her chest. Such a specific pose; it guided his eyes purposefully towards her cleavage, and it sat there while his mind tried to parse together what was going on. But even if he had a hundred years to think, he'd never come to the correct conclusion.

How could anyone come to it when it was...

“Master Damian, I have been appointed the duty and honor of giving birth to your heir. From tonight on, I will serve as your partner. I will be in your care."

And then... nothing...

For all of several seconds...

“BLRRRGGHHH!?"

Brooklyn had fallen over upon her knees, her eyes wide and her hand to her mouth and nose as she foamed from the mouth. It was difficult to tell if she was laughing so hard she was having a seizure, or the shock of the situation was causing a genuine seizure!

And Damian?

“Guh... huah...?"

He fell back, collapsing on the ground as his wide eyes gazed up to the skies above.

Maria sighed.

“Perhaps I should have explained this more... delicately than I did..."

…

SLAM!!!

“FATHER! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!?!?!?"

“I see... so Maria has told you. Heh... you responded in the way she expected."

Damian had never been so frantic in his life! His eyes were wide and teeth were clinched, while his gaze fell upon the man sitting behind a desk. His father's study was always an opulent place; a large room full of book pews, with paper messily strewn upon his desk. With how often his father writes by candle light, even in this age, it was all nothing but a large fire hazard! Fortunately, he had the worlds greatest maid on hand to quell such a thing... the world's greatest maid who was currently walking up behind his son.

Maria's face was still sharp and serious, though there was a pensive glint in her eye. While she was ever the trained, focus individual, she couldn't help but feel even a little antsy as Damian came to speak with his father. And his father – despite having his son barge into his study with some much vitriol – remained ever the relaxed and coy individual.

“Good morning to you too, Damian," Joseph said as he gave his son a smile.

“Don't 'good morning' me!" he snapped back, “Father... please tell me this is some silly, stupid joke! Did..." he looked over towards Maria, then back, “No... I refuse to even entertain this reality!"

“Why is that?" Joseph asked as he leaned in on his desk, “Is it so hard to believe that I'd ask Maria to bare your child?"

“YEEEEESSSSS!!!" he shouted back, “Father, this is insanity! I! I-! I--" he palmed his forehead, “I know you want me to have a marriage proposal, or anything lined up so that I can have an heir, but you couldn't just wait!?"

“Wait for what? You've shown for years your indifference to relationships, if not outright hostility towards it. Whenever I attempt to build a relationship between you and the daughter of a political or business friend, you go out of your way to ruin it. Now look; the women around your age have mostly been betrothed to others, leaving you with nothing. And while I have been less forceful with your love life than I would desire – you can thank your mother for that – I have found your continued disfavor towards relationship as being... alarming. When... if you decide to have a relationship, I fear time may have long since passed us. I want to be assured that the Banneker family continues on well into the future."

“So, what? You decided to order Maria to have my child!?"

“Not order... he asked... and I said 'yes'," the head-housemaid replied as she faced Damian, taking him aback, “It will be my honor to bare your heir, Master Damian."

“M-Maria... I..." he shook his head then shifted his gaze and ire back towards his father, “No! He knew you'd never say 'no', even if he asked for something so outlandish as this! Just because he didn't outright demand you to do it, doesn't make it any less of an order! Haah!" he shook his head, “You're just too dutiful, Maria! Even for something as insane as this!"

“Is it insane?" his father asked as his head cocked to one side, “Maria is a maid we've had for years. As you said, she's dutiful, and has never failed in any task asked of her. If there were any woman in the land who would give birth to an amazing heir, it would be Maria. And under her watchful eye, I know that child will grow up to be a fine individual."

“By the gods; I can't believe I'm hearing this!" Damian said as he clinched at his hair, “This... this has to be a dream! I must be sleeping in my bed still!"

“Is it really that hard to believe?" asked Joseph, garnering his son's intense gaze.

“YEEEESSSS! THIS IS BLOODY INSANE!!!" palming his face, he took a few moments to calm down, his chest rising and lowering with heavy breaths, “This is too crazy... me and Maria...? She's... like... twenty years older than me. Why... why not someone younger at the very least?"

“Is age the problem, my Master?" asked Maria, the clicking of her hears causing him to stare over at her."

Right, those ears; of course she'd hear him whisper to himself like this. It's one of the things that made Maria so good at her job, not to mention so scary; she could hear everything.

It took Damian off guard, though he didn't say a word. Instead he looked at his head-housemaid, watching as she stared back at him with those crystal blue eyes of her. She always wore a serious, stoic and professional visage on her face, making it difficult to see her true emotions. Now was no different... though he swore he saw something a bit off in her eyes. This almost bitter look, he'd say, though he wasn't sure, especially when Maria cocked her head at him in a quizzical manner; one way, and then the other.

“Would you prefer a younger partner, Master?" Maria asked, causing him to gawk.

“Wh-what? N-no! It's not that I'd prefer a younger one," he said, before sheepishly scratching the back of his head whilst adding on, “You're... very beautiful, Maria. Perfect, I'd say but... umm..." his blush grew strong, “It's just that... um... uh... r-right! Wouldn't it be more difficult to bare a child the older you are? Besides, wouldn't this be awkward for you? You used to tuck me in as a child for heaven's sake..."

“I'd gladly do anything for you, Master Damian," Maria stated as her hand rested upon her chest, “It matters not the task. Whatever I can do in my abilities, shall be done to the best of them. It would not be awkward for me to bare your child in this way, I assure you. And as for my age, if its biology and my well-being that you are fearful of, fret not. We lagomorphs can continue to have children well into our later years, it is one of the reasons why we have such large families. My age was also one of the reasons why your father chose me, knowing that I will be a wiser teacher than any younger partner would be."

“Uhhhh... oh gods... uuughhh..."

Once more, Damian palmed his face in shear disbelief. He knew his father wanted him to have an heir, but for him to be this desperate never once crossed his mind. How could Joseph be so crazy as to ask their head-housemaid of many years to be the mother of his child? Speaking of mothers, why hadn't his mother said anything!? Wouldn't she have some opinion on this!? Or was she in on this too? Very rarely did his father make decisions without consulting with her first, but the alternative is that his mother knew, and she agreed to this madness!

Damian wanted to yell at his father some more, to bring this to an end and tell Joseph that he'll find a suitable suitor when he was damn-well ready for it... but his green eyes took a look over at Maria once again.

Look, he'd be a liar towards the gods if he ever claimed to not be attracted to Maria. From his pre-teen years to now, the hare has exuded a powerful and beautiful allure that he was incapable of shaking himself off of. The thing is, everyone has viewed Mari in such a way at least once! He refused to believe that he was the only male in the estate who hasn't viewed her with less pure eyes!

But there was a different air about her now than usual. The look in her blue eyes, the stylized auburn hair, her cherry-colored lips, the cleavage-exposing maid uniform, even the way she walked, the bounce of her tail and the twitching of her ears; yes, he could see it now!

Maria... was trying to seduce him.

And it was working.

Damian looked away in disbelief that he was seriously considering this. He should have put his foot down finally... but he just couldn't. A part of him blamed it on his father; Joseph had been hounding him about this for so long now, and his defenses were finally weak.

But the other side just couldn't bring himself to say 'no' to Maria. This was true in all aspects, for he felt as if Maria had some authoritative power over him. He thought of days in his youth when he was being a mischievous child, and how when Maria caught him, he couldn't bring himself to lie to her. She was just... undeniable.

And now, that undeniable allure of hers was working in a different manner.

“Haaaaah... gods... I can't believe I'm... even considering this..." Damian muttered, causing his father to straighten up.

“But you are considering this..." he replied.

“Maybe... haah... but I might still change my mind," Damian growled as he looked away, “But uh... for now..."

“For now... until you decide to send me away, Master Damian..." Maria said... where a smile crept upon her face, “I will be in your care starting from tonight on."

“In my care... from... gulp... from tonight on..."

Maria said it with such ease, as if he would be in control, but he knew better. Like many times in life, he'd need to rely on his maid to help lead him on. And in this context, ooooooooh, he was definitely going to need Maria' guiding hand.

If things weren't weird already, they were certainly going to get weird later on today.

Grrrrrrggggkkkh...

“Oh... right... you didn't have breakfast, did you? I will go and fetch it quickly, Master Damian."

“Haaah... thank you, Maria..."

…

Somehow, through the grace of the god themselves, Damian did not see Maria since parting from her at his father's study. In fact, Damian didn't see his father either, nor did he see his mother or his sister. Truth be told, this wasn't new to him; the estate was large, and his family were busy, so he tended not to run into them all that often. What made it strange was the fact that he saw no one on such a supposedly important day! He at least wanted to speak to his mother about this!

It made Damian feel like an afterthought. Like he was only important in so much that he produces a suitable heir.

“Haaah... dammit... there goes these thoughts again..."

It was nighttime now. The stars were bright, the moon was high, and a cool air was flowing throughout the lands of their estate. At this time of day, the number of servants on hand were greatly reduced, with there only being a few custodians here and there. Most everyone else had gone home, save for the even fewer servants who lived at the estate alongside them.

One such servant was Maria herself.

Damian knew not when the head-housemaid would show up, and it caused his heart to race. He had bathed after dinner, combed his hair, brushed his teeth, all in an attempt to make himself look, smell, and feel as presentable as possible. Emphasis on that 'feel' part, because even if he appeared presentable on the outside, if he didn't feel it on the inside, he'd crumble to pieces. And he utterly refused to let that happen!

This was going to be the most difficult thing he's ever done in his life, but dammit, he's a Banneker! His family has balanced the budget of their kingdom multiple times in history; he'll be damned if he couldn't sleep with his maid!

That's... a weird statement, but it's true! Besides, its not uncommon for powerful rulers to sleep with their servants... though its typically for the wrong reasons, sooooo... yeeaaaaaah...

“Haaaah... this is insane... I can't believe this is actually--"

Knock! Knock!

“Master Damian?" Maria's voice rang from his door, “Are you in there?"

“YES! Ahem...! I... I mean... yes, Maria. Give me a second."

Walking towards his door, Damian reached out for it, only to pull back and clinch his hand. He was hesitant, fearing what may happen if he opened this door. He hadn't really come to terms with the situation yet, and a part of him still wanted to call the whole thing off. But Maria had already come all this way to his bedroom at this time of night. It would be cruel to send her away without at least talking first. So after taking a deep breath... and then another... and another... and one more for good measure...

“Haaaaaah..."

He opened the door.

“Ma... riaaa...?"

And his eyes dropped down.

“Good even, Master Damian."

His eyes met her blue ones, and the professional expression she wore on her face. As for what she was wearing on her body? Well...

Its easier to say what she wasn't wearing on her body... which is her uniform. Neither the one she usually wore, nor the cleavage-exposing one she wore earlier that day. Instead, Maria's body was clad in an elegant robe of sorts. It was burgundy in color, soft in texture, with a fluffy trim, and sash that was tied close around her waist. The seams at the bottom were split open allowing him to gaze upon her legs if he so desired, and the top was undone just enough to also flaunt her ever bountiful bosom.

Damian could even see the edges of her brassier peaking at him.

“Oh gods... what is going on here...?" he cried in disbelief as he turned around, his hands palming his face, “This is... too crazy!"

Maria wasn't just some maid! They had plenty of them! Younger maids like Brooklyn, older maids like Mrs. Vintin! But Maria was... Maria was special. They've had plenty servants come and go through these halls, but only the hare was an ever constant presence in his life. For as long as he can remember, he's been doted on by Maria. She was a young woman when she was originally hired – being only twenty in age – but it's been eighteen years since that day. He was just a baby! How did Maria even look at that time?

These thoughts made it difficult for him to continue, if not outright impossible. But Maria walked over, her hand gently tugging at his hand. Grabbing a hold of him, she clinched it softly and drew Damian's gaze over towards her. The alluring face of Maria was a difficult one to say 'no' to, but it took an entirely different connotation now. Where as in his youth, her powerful gaze was enough to instill obedience within him, now her blue eyes did something else.

“Do you... struggle to view me as a woman?" Maria asked, to which Damian shook his head.

“No... it's because I see you as a woman that this is so... weird..." he muttered before turning away, “Maria... you are very beautiful. I've known you for years and... you've watched me grow since I was a child. Isn't this even a little awkward for you? I... I'm struggling here. It's so hard to see you as a woman and... not as my maid at the same time."

“Is... that so much of a problem?" Maria asked, causing his head to cock, “It's never been an issue for other lords."

“Other lords cheat on their spouses with their servants... or outright rape them... I wouldn't exactly consider them paragons I should aspire to be like," Damian stated.

A slight 'hmm' left Maria's lips as she heard that statement, and her head turned to gaze towards his windows. Staring through them to the night sky, she held her gaze there for a few moments, before looking back at him as a smile adorned her lips.

“It makes me happy to know you've grown to be such a fine young man, Master Damian," Maria claimed, “It will truly be an honor to give birth to your heir."

“I uh... heh... r-right... um... thanks... but..." he shook his head, “That doesn't really change the fact that this is really... really weird for me!"

“Then... let's not make it weird," Maria said, as if that was something he could easily do, “As you've stated before, Master... you have in the past saw me as a woman, have you not? Tell me... in what position were we in where you came to your awakening?"

“My awakening?"

“Yes... when you realized I was not just your maid, but also a woman."

“I uh... I... uuuhhh..."

He blushed, feeling far too embarrassed to ever admit to such a thing. Besides, how would he know when he suddenly stopped viewing Maria as just his maid? It's not like it was as simple as a light switch! Just one day... the flawless and elegant maid he knew, became so, so much more.

But that's all it was; a passing realization, and nothing more! Of course he'd never act upon such desires! Maria was his maid, and she had a full twenty years on him as well! There was no way a relationship would be born of them outside of the professional!

And he was okay with that! Maria was his maid and he was just being a horny young man! He'd find his own lover in due time, even if his father wanted it to be sooner rather than later.

But 'later' was 'sooner', and sooner was 'now'.

“Why is this all happening?"

“If you'd like to stop now, Master Damian... we can stop," Maria claimed as she placed a hand upon her chest, though he shook his head.

“No... if we stop now, father will be angry not only with me, but he'll get upset with you," Damian claimed, “And I refuse to let that happen. And... and... I do want to experience this, Maria. Though..." his face scrunched up and he looked away, “I... you know... I've never done this before... I don't want to disappoint..."

Maria's hands grabbed his face, controlling it so that he could look her in her beautiful, blue eyes... and see the beaming smile she had on her lips. It was rare to see a smile come from her, and even rarer to see one so bright. Damian smiled too, and felt his heart growing calmer and calmer beneath her soothing touches.

“You make me so proud of you, Master Damian," Maria claimed, “And do not worry; I will not be disappointed in any performance you give. So long as you do the best of your abilities, I will be happy. As I have done in math, and literature, and whatever else you need, I shall be the best teacher to my abilities. Now then..." her face turned towards his bed, “Shall we get started?"

“Uh... s-started? Oh... r-right... y-yeah... let's um... let's get started... riiiight... heh... oh man..."

Smiling still, Maria hopped up and down a few times, while she hugged Damian's arm close to her chest. Her bountiful... soft... big... chesty... chest. How it squeezed upon and pressed along his arm, nuzzling him in close while she guided him to his bed. With every step they took, Damian felt his heart race faster and faster.

This was seriously happening!

Maria sat upon the bed first, resting on her hip with her legs to the side and her hand propping her up, while Damian sat next to her with his eyes looking to the distance. She was in this robe with only her undergarments beneath, while he was wearing one of his burgundy pajama shirt and shorts. Despite the both of them being undressed for this situation, he felt even more exposed!

And this feeling, this anxiety, it only built as Maria pulled in close, her chest once again nuzzling up to his arm, while her hand reached over to gently caress his thigh. Damian stiffened in place and he looked down, watching as her hand dangerously came closer and closer to his crotch... his crotch that was steadily getting harder in its own right. With the relatively thin material of his pants, it was easy to spot his growing manhood. Feeling shameful because of it, Damian attempted to move one leg over the other in an attempt to cover his length, but Maria's hand kept his thighs open.

“It's okay, Master," she said in a reassuring manner, “You're a young man. This is the appropriate reaction to have when a woman touches you in such a way."

“I... uh... hmm... haah... oh man..."

He closed his eyes, appearing pensive for a few moments, before bringing his gaze over to meet Maria's. Those blue eyes sat upon her alluring face, vivacious and strong, passionate in her duties, no matter what they may be. Even now, when touching him in such a way, the head-housemaid exuded an aura of professionalism.

It made Damian think if she was only doing this from duty... but... he didn't have the will to ask her... not yet...

“So um... what should we do first?" he asked, “Kiss... touch one another... hmm... the academy hasn't really done a good enough job teaching about sex yet."

“Sexual intercourse can be performed in two ways," Maria explained, “It all depends on choice. We could perform it simply to produce a child, in which this will go by fast. Or..."

“Or...?"

Maria smiled, then shook her head.

“Never mind... allow me to take the lead."

Standing up on the bed beside him, the head-housemaid placed her hands upon the sash of her robe, fiddling with it. Damian watched, unflinching, unblinking, incapable of looking anywhere else as Maria undid her robe. Once loosened, the entire garment fell slack upon her shoulders, revealing more of her brassier. He didn't need to wait much longer after that.

Her burgundy robes fell slack upon her body, unveiling her bare form beneath... and Damian's eyes gawked.

Maria's fur was cream in color, some areas dipping more into brown, others dipping more into white, but all of it was perfectly balanced in color. Her figure was illustrious; despite being so short, she had such a large chest, such wide hips, and such thick thighs as well, with a surprisingly slim midsection on top of that. You wouldn't call Maria pudgy in anyway, but you wouldn't call her slender either. Coupled with her short stature, you'd call her a shortstack.

That's the term, right?

But Maria's body was not completely nude; she still had her undergarments on. An elegant bra – black in color – that clung to her chest, with a flora pattern upon its surface. Around her hips were the straps of a garter belt, clinging close to flesh and fur, with straps that extended down to the stockings she wore. All of it framed the panties she wore, which were equally as elegant as the bra and garter belt she wore.

With her robe still clinging to her shoulders just barely, and with one hand resting on her hip, Maria exuded this divine aura of professionalism and sensuality. And Damian didn't know how to react. He was usually a serious young man in his own right, with his slender eyes often glaring at those around him at his academy. But now, they were wider than they had any right to be. Gazing at Maria's body, drinking it in; every definition, every curve, every bend, every straight, every everything.

His mouth grew dry... and his penis became even harder.

“Master Damian...?" Maria said, her face not breaking from its stoic visage, “Is something the matter?"

“No I... hah... I've just never... um..." he averted his eyes, “I've never seen you like this before."

“Is it to your liking?"

“What!? Of course it is!" he replied whilst gazing back, “You're beautiful, Maria. Beautiful and... hah... I've never seen a woman like you before."

The head-housemaid cocked her head, hanging it there for a few seconds... before smiling as she leaned her head back. Slowly walking towards her Master, she placed her hands upon his cheeks, framing his face as she guided his gaze to look at her own. For a few more moments, all he saw was Maria's amazing face as she smiled... and then she began moving in, closer and closer and closer.

“Mmfff..."

“Mmmm!?"

Their lips met in a kiss, gentle yet passionate. Damian wanted to jump out of his skin, but Maria kept control over him. Again and again she kissed him, causing his once thumping heart to slow down as she took control, managing him like a rowdy beast that needs to be calmed.

He's never kissed a woman before... and Maria was giving him a crash course in it.

Her tongue did not remain idle, and after a few moments, it slithered into his maw. Damian's eyes widened as he felt her tongue trace his teeth, before gracing his own. Her spit oozed into his maw, tasting hot... and good. In act, Maria just felt so good! Her soft lips, her sweet aroma, her talented tongue; it all quelled the young master, and before he knew it...

“Nnmmm..."

He was moaning.

Maria's ears twitched upon hearing him, and her hold on his face grew loose. Slowly pulling back, the head-housemaid let loose a 'mmfua...' as their lips broke from one another. A soft sigh left her... one drowned out by Damian's own panting.

“Haaah...! Haaah...! Haaaah...! Oh maaaan...!" he murmured, while Maria's piercing blue eyes looked up towards him yet again.

“You're a good kisser, Master," the bunny before him claimed, causing him to cock his head.

“R-really? I felt like I was floundering..."

“You have a natural skill to it," Maria further explained, “But like with all things in life, with further teaching, you'll be get better at it."

“I uh... I understand..."

“Here... touch me..."

Reaching out for him, Maria grabbed Damian by his wrist, guiding it over to sit upon her hip. His palm clinched in upon her soft and plush form. Her fur which was flawless, her flesh which was so warm, the texture that graced his palm; everything. Maria's thicc form felt like something he'd want to touch for hours, if not days on end. She was as plush as a doll... and just as squeezable.

Growing more courageous, Damian placed a hand upon Maria's cheek next, causing the hare's breathing to quicken. She remained idle; a mere object for his exploration, though she nuzzled her cheek gently into the palm of his hand. Gasping softly, he continued kneading both her hips while also exploring her face, learning the feel of Maria's body. By the time he was done, he'd want to be able to feel her out of a line up with his eyes closed.

Such a lewd thought...

“Your touches... are more than satisfactory, Master," Maria remarked, “I see your time learning pottery has borne fruit."

“Uhh... if you... say so... though..." he shook his head, “These things aren't really that similar... ah..."

“You are far too modest, Master," Maria retorted, “Please, take some pride in the skills you have, no matter how minuscule. No one is born great. Skilled perhaps, gifted, yes, but great? Never. Greatness is achieved, even in something like sexual intercourse."

“Haaah... Maria..."

Biting into his bottom lip, Damian's eyes traced along Maria's form and ultimately settled upon her chest. Watching her breathe so softly, her sumptuous breasts raised with every inhalation, as if to further draw his eyes in. Closing his mouth, Damian suddenly swallowed his spit, before letting loose a deep breath of air he didn't know he was holding.

Then his hands moved, coming around to cup upon Maria's breasts. Much like her thighs before, Damian's fingers sank in, even through the shell of her bra. Fingers clinching in, he began groping and exploring her chest, moving it up and down and around and around. He was mesmerized by her chest, enthralled and enticed; he'd never found a woman's body to be so exciting before. It was what he was taught to feel; never do anything ungentlemanly with a woman.

But this? This was different. This was erotic, and no one ever taught him what was proper under such a lustful air. He just knew that he was liking it, more and more. And when Maria raised her hands to place them upon his wrists...

“More, Master..."

“O... okay..."

His courage exploded.

Harder and harder, Damian groped his maid's chest, watching his fingers sink in. They were so malleable, so large, as if begging and pleading to be groped upon until they were nice and swore. The more he touched her, the hotter Maria's body became, he swore of it! But when he looked up to his maid's face...

She appeared so... professional. What? Did she not like this? Or was this all just a job for her? It left Damian feeling flummoxed, because he feared Maria was only doing this because his father told her to. These thoughts quickly took a backseat however, when--

Clinch!

“Nngghh?"

Maria's hand gripped upon his penis through his night pants, teasing him... and then outright groping him. Her philandering touches caused Damian to stiffen up, and then gasp, before shuddering as his hands dropped from Maria's chest.

Looking down, he saw that a small dark spot had formed on his pants; right where the tip of his penis was. Was he... really that hard? His precum was oozing out endlessly... it made him bite his bottom lip.

But Maria didn't stop. In fact... she began stroking his penis through his pants, making him yearn for her unfiltered touch. The way she controlled his length, stroking her palm along his shaft, to the tip, and back again, even while through his pants, was almost enough to make him cum on the spot.

He'd never even really explored himself that often, so imagine what it felt like having Maria of all people do the exploring for him.

Under her guiding touches, he felt himself being laid back into his bed, his legs spread while the hare fitted herself between them. Her blue eyes looked up at his face, reading his expressions, then looked back down to his crotch. His cock was so hard, it caused him physical pain.

“Maarriiiiaaaa..." Damian groaned, to only to grow silent as she undid the buttons of his pants.

Embarrassment quickly formed on his face in the form of an incredible red blush. He was about to expose himself before Maria in such a manner! Yes, while she has bathed him before in his youth, he was a grown man now! There's a big difference between bathing as a child, and exposing his manhood as an adult!

But Damian did nothing to stop Maria. Didn't say a word, didn't budge an inch. He just watched as she pulled his pants down slowly; inch by inch until--

“Haaah..."

There it was before them...

And... all Maria could wonder was... when had Damian grown up so much without her noticing?

“Oh my... Master..."

“'Oh my'? I-Is that a good thing?"

Was Damian self-conscious about this member before his legs? It was long and thick, its head wide, and veins were traveling upon its full length. Once freed from his pants, it stood tall and proud all on its own, and towered over Maria's face like a monolith of meat. Considering her height in comparison to his, and the length of his penis as well, it was going to be a tight fit inside of her thicc body.

But she was excited by that prospect as her ears even twitched.

Not like Damian could tell, seeing as how Maria never once dropped her professional visage. She could either like his penis, hate it, or be completely indifferent, and he'd never know! For someone experiencing his first sensual touch, his maid's casual stoicism caused his stomach to toss and turn!

Perhaps she sensed this, because the next thing she said was--

“It's amazing, Master."

“Wh-what?"

“It's amazing," Maria repeated, “It's long and big... its so energetic. You have a marvelous penis, Master Damian."

“Umm... thank you?" he replied, confused.

“You shouldn't be so shy, Master," Maria said as her hand gently fell upon the head of his cock, “You have a great penis. It's perfectly fit for a Banneker such as yourself."

“E-easy! M-Mariaaaaa~!"

Such a strange feeling it is, having her soft hands stroke upon his sensitive cock. Damian wanted to both melt and tense up, so he did both by shuddering. His hands gripping tightly upon his bed sheets, he remained upright, while his legs spread out a little bit wider. Maria had fitted herself between him, her hand now running along the full gamut of his cock. From the base, along the shaft, to the glands, and back down again; not one inch of his cock was spared from the hare's touch.

Fuck, it felt so good. Maria had the softest, silkiest fingers and palms he's ever experienced in his life. The gentle way she ran her digits along the full gamut of his cock, was far better than anything he's done on his own nightly emissions. There's just a difference between pleasing oneself, and having another one there to do it.

And Maria...

Maria was so clearly focused on his pleasure, and how he felt. Her gentle digits traced his length, drawing breathy moans out of him that filled his bedroom. Leaning back, Damian closed his eyes, just in time to miss Maria smile in his direction... or maybe it's because of his closed eyes that she smiled.

Whatever the case may be, the head-housemaid wouldn't let this chance slip by. Her cotton tail wagging, she moved her head in and closed her eyes, while her lips puckered. Damian still had his eyes closed, was still swimming in the pleasure that her hand alone could give him... but those eyes widened when he felt her tongue grace his length.

Damian stared down in disbelief, watching as his penis was steadily treated by Maria's mouth. Was this a thing females do in the bedroom!? Wasn't his penis... you know... dirty or something like that!? Look, he's a master and future lord of the Banneker estate, so he cleans his body thoroughly! Still, his penis was--

Slick! Slick! Slick!

“Aaaahh...!"

Never mind...

Maria's tongue stroked upon his cock, running along its side with expert aim. It traced along his shaft and danced upon his veins, before coming up to his glands. With her grip on his dick still strong, he tapped the head of his penis against her lips, once, twice, thrice, before licking upon his slit.

“Oh!?"

He was so sensitive there! Just one stroke of Maria's tongue, was enough to make Damian lock up like a chamber! He tried speaking, but nothing came from his lips! All he could do was look down upon the hare between his legs, watching as she serviced his penis with all the care and dedication she'd give to any task told to her.

Maria is ever so dutiful...

The more she licked his cock, the more she sucked upon its head, the more Damian grew loose and relaxed. His once tense muscles began unwinding, and he sat upon his bed while giving softer pants. Maria soon pulled his cock from her lips, leaving a few strands of spit hanging between the two, while her blue eyes looked up to meet his gaze.

“You taste lovely, Master Damian," Maria remarked, causing him to swallow his spit.

“Th-thank you, Maria... ah..."

“Now then... allow us to continue..."

Getting upon her knees, Maria began crawling over towards Damian, her hands resting upon his chest. His breathing quickened, watching as her face came near his own. His lips moved to say something, but the hare silenced him as her own lips came to meet him. Eyes closed shut, Maria gently kissed Damian, causing him to do likewise. He was still far from talented, but there was an eagerness in his tongue to learn what he could from his head-housemaid.

The soft movements of their lips was drowned out only by the clicks of their tongues as they kissed... but it wasn't to last as Maria began pulling away. Her piercing blue eyes stared up to his face, while he remained dazed still. Damian wanted to say something, but he instead watched as Maria once again grabbed her robe, now pulling it completely off of her body and tossing it aside.

Her undergarments – the bra, the panties, the garterbelt and straps – it all framed Maria's shortstack form like some brilliant portrait. Damian's cock throbbed in excitement as he gazed upon her body with both his mouth agape, and also such lewd, hungry eyes. The head-housemaid was trying to retain her professionalism, but how could she when her young Master viewed her in such a way? Right now, she was less his servant, less his maid, and more a woman.

And that lit a fire in Maria's furnace. It had been a while since she'd been viewed with such blantatly erotic eyes. And it certainly had been a while since someone so young was the one looking at her. The hare was used to her fellow male servants gazing upon her with lecherous intent, but never Damian.

Never Damian...

Silently, his hands traveled up to her body. Maria thought he was going to grope her some more, but instead his hands came around to her back. Now it was her turn to be taken off guard, for with no aid, her Master was capable of undoing her bra's clips. And then with his further guiding, Damian removd the bra from her shoulders, revealing her busty chest to the bedroom around them.

Everything about Maria's body was perfect. From the tear-shape of her breasts, to their ample size, and their bright pink nipples and aerola. The way they shined in the light of his bedroom, attracting his eyes forward as if to beg him to touch her, to grope her, to suck from her chest...

To fuck her.

Mangetized, Damian's hands once more traveled towards Maria's bountiful bosom. This time without her bra in the way, he could feel just how incredibly soft her breasts were. The way they filled his hand, weighing down into his palms and imbuning him with warmth, sent ruffles of pleasure surging through his body.

Why was her body so malleable? From her hips to her chest, Damian had yet to find an area of Maria's body that didn't outright demand to be groped, to be kneaded, to be toyed with, to be pleased. And when she stood before him like this, her hands curled to the tops of her bosom in such a presenting fashion, how could he not be driven wild with lust?

There were so many things he wanted to do, that his mind naturally went wild with thoughts. So many actions, but not enough time! Where to start, where to start! Ah! Why not start--

“Mmmff!"

“Oh!? Master!"

Here!?

His arms hugging Maria close, Damian dove his face right into the hare's bountiful bosom. Such warm, hot, smooth and soft tit flesh cradled is head, feeling greater than any pillows he's had the pleasure of resting his head against. And considering the amazing pillows he has, not to mention his adoration of sleeping, that's saying something!

Damian snuggled and nuzzled his head against her amazing chest, before opening his mouth up to gently lick and lap at her perky nipples. For as mature and graceful as Maria was, she had such surprising youthfulness here and there, and these nipples were one of them. Their rigidness, their pinkness... their taste.

By the gods, their taste!

Damian groaned as he suckled up to Maria's bosom, nursing from her dry tit like he was a newborn baby. There was this odd since of comfort that came with the action, especially as Maria's soothing scent flowed into his nose. He sucked on her more and more, harder and harder, groaning too as spit strted oozing out of his lips and down his chin. His hunger was getting out of control the longer this went on, especially as his tongue brutally lapped and slapped at her areola and nipple.

But Damian wasn't hungry for just one breast; he hungered for both! So he quickly launched at Maria's other tit, lipping and lapping and suckling upon it like there would be no tomorrow! And with every pull of his lips, every grind of his teeth, he swore he felt the bunny's body growing hotter and hotter.

The head-housemaid was grinding her thighs against one another, her cheeks a deep red as her blue eyes finally lost their ever stoic stare. Her Master was such a voracious young man, and she felt that hunger through his every action. Maria began panting, at first they were breatheless, but then they began growing stronger and stronger, even as she attempted to hold herself back.

CRACK!

“Ah!?"

Though that was hard when Damian's hands suddenly slammed upon her ass, gripping it tight within his grasp. He squeezed. No, he squeeeeeeezzzeeeeeeedddd tight into her ass, feeling the fat of her plush bottom spill through the cracks of his fingers. Then he lifted, drawing a shrill groan from Maria's lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Holding him in closer as he both sucked from her tits, and fondled her ass at the same time.

“Hmmmph... hnmmm... you're so hungry, Master... haaa~"

“Mmmffuaah...! Haaah! M-Maria!" Damian cried when he pulled his face from her chest, “I want to taste you now."

“Taste... me?"

“Y-yes! Like what you did with my penis... I want to... do with you..."

And to help punctuate his words, he sensually traveled his hand down towards her hips and butt. Gently he stroked his fingers upon her ass, before sldiing his hand over towards her pelvis, specifically her womanhood. Maria's lusts had betrayed her, for panties were now more than just a little damp with the fluids of arousal. Gaze between her legs, and you'd be able to see her labia staring back.

But Maria was not hesitant. Ever the dutiful maid, she spread her legs open a bit wider, offering Damian an unabashed view of her womanhood. By the gods, her lingerie was driving him insane! Their black coloring against her cream fur, the way they gripped her hips and waist, their elegantly crafted details; everything about her was true perfection.

But he needed to see more.

Maria stiffened up in place as Damian gripped the sides of her panties. Ever subserviant, the hare did nothing to stop her master as he pulled her panties down her thicc thighs and legs. He kept his eyes trained in on her pussy, watching as strands of her juices connected down to her underwear, before breaking as the distance grew too strong.

And damn...

He'd never seen soemthing so pink before. The slickness of her juices, the heat that resonated from it, even the red here and there were blood pumped at its strongest; Maria had such a beautiful womanhood.

But nothing quite compared to this scent, this odor, this aroma. It permieated the air around him as her pussy was now unveiled, and further drenched Damian in Maria's overwhelming allure. He tried to say something, but the hare suddenly turned around, allowing him to gaze upon her shapely ass. He reached up for her, but she began to palm her own butt, squeezing and lifting it while letting him see just how malleable it was.

“Wow..." Damian muttered... but this too was not to last long.

Maria fell over, collapsing upon her legs and knees with her ass raised before her Master's face. There he could see her pussy, bright pink, oozing with honey, and yearning for his touch. Guiding her hands between her legs, Maria stroked upon her pussy a few times, before taking her two fingers to gently dip inside. Damian's eyes widened at the sight, watching as his maid began exploring her own depths with her slender fingers.

“See, Master?" her voice called, sounding like a sultry siren in the distance, even as shivers coursed through her form, “This is a woman's vagina. I know you've learned of this at your academy, but this will be your first time seeing it outside of a text book. This right here, where my fingers are at, is the vaginal opening. This is where your penis will go."

“I... I understand... I..."

“Ahhn...?"

His hand touched her ass.

Holding her body so he could get a better look at her, Damian's eyes locked in on her pussy. Maria was still touching herself, but drawing over his hands, the young Master began to stroke and massage her pussy himself. Her ears twitched and straightened up, her tail wagged too, while a soft sigh left her lips. His fingers were were so slender and talented; honed by years of training in caligraphy, among other things.

And such an attentive young man as well.

Brushing Maria's hands aside, Damian locked his gaze upon her sweltering cunt. There was a slgiht gape from when she plunged her fingers inside of her, allowing him to gaze deep into her recesses. But... just how wide could he get it to go?

Damian's fingers came forward – middle and ring finger to be exact – and they both began stroking upon Maria's cunt. Again her ears straightened up, followed by an inaudible groan from her lips. His fingers had this strength behind them, one that began pushing and pushing inside of her cunt.

“Gah~!"

Maria nearly fell over with how jelly-like her arms had suddenly become. Damian's fingers slid into her cunt with nothing the slow his penetration. Her pussy clinched every now and then, but his larger size and greater strength made it impossible for her close up completely. And as he delved in deeper, Maria's body arched, while her cunt started milking his digits off more directly.

“Haaaah... ooohohoooh... Maassterrr..." Maria groaned, her womahood growing looser and more accomodating for his digits, and the more accomodating she became, the easier it got to push in and out. After a few moments...

Shluck! Shluck! Shluck! Shluck!

The dirty and lewd noises of his fingers sliding in and out of her cunt, became a constant along the walls of his bedroom. Damian was so entranced with Maria's body and the way it worked, that he couldn't focus on anything other than her big butt and her juicy pussy.

Well... that and the sounds she maid...

“Haaa...! Haaa...! Haaa...! Ha...! Haaa...!"

Maria's panting grew louder... stronger.. even more hypnotic. Her back arched and her hand gripped her chest, squeezing upon one of her breasts as the pleasure she felt continued mounting. The swletering need, the building desire, it drove Maria to shake her hips and ass to further taunt her Master, to make him do even bolder things with her body. He bit into his bottom lip, as the tension he felt within his loins was almost too much to bare.

“I'm doing this right, right?" Damian asked, to which Maria nodded.

“Yeeesssss," she replied, her usually professional voice a sinful slur, “Nmmpfff... don't be afraid to be rougher with me, Master... haah..." THRUST! “AH-HAA!?"

Her eyes grew as wide as saucers. Was Damian holding himself back all this time? The moment she gave him the chance, he pushed his fingers as deep into her cunt as it could possibly go; right down to the knuckles! His fingers were getting tangled in her juices, but that didn't stop Damian in the slightest.

Maria's body was so hot, and the deeper his fingers pushed, the tighter she became. The way her pussy clinched around him, drove Damian to buck into her even harder, and even scrape the walls of her pussy at the same time. She grunted and nearly fell forward as her limbs grew limp, but kept her ass raised for Damian's relentless asault. The more he pushed and pulled, the deeper he plunged, the wider and wider Maria's pussy became. By the time he was through with her, she would be more than ready to take his length.

But that didn't mean he was ready yet.

Maria's blue eyes trailed along Damian's body, falling upon his turgid length. Licking her lips in a hungry manner, the Maid crawled over just close enough so that her mouth oculd come near his cock. Her nostrils flared and... sniff sniff... he had such a masculine scent to his body.

She just needed... to... to...

“Nomph... mmfff... mmfff..."

“Haaaah...! M-Mariaaaaa~"

Her mouth sealed around his length, sucking upon him and causing his passionate fingering to slow to a halt... but only momentarily. As Maria started sucking his dick in earnest, Damian began fingering her pussy with equal passion. The dirty 'Shluck!' noises mixed with Maria's 'Mmffs' and 'Mmms', creating a lewd cocaphony of sounds that bounced about within their ears. Damian himself even leaned back, giving lustful groans as his cock was surrounded by his maid's lustful mouth.

Just the first half; that's all Maria needed. She sucked on only that bit, letting her spit course along the rest. Her head bobbed up and down, her blue eyes were closed with focus... only to open up and stare up at him with her shimmering blue gaze. Then her hand came over, wrapping around the base of his cock to stroke it off while still sucking on the upper half.

Maria's body was even hotter now than it was before, and her pussy was even wetter. Her fluids streaked along Damian's fingers and oozed down her thighs, splattering upon the bed below. Attracted both by the honey on his fingers, and the act of fellatio being performed on his penis, the young Master pulled his fingers from Maria's cunt. It twitched, while strands of juices hung from his fingers. Pulling his hand back, Damian first took a heavy whiff of her fluids... and then stuck them into his mouth.

His eyes closed, and a swooning moan left him as he sucked his fingers clean of his maid's nectar. All the while, he wondered how something this incredibly amazing could exist in this world, and how it was only now that he was tasting it. Maria's fluids tasted greater than the family wine they had in their basement, wine which has been kept in storage for generations.

But he wasn't done yet... they weren't done yet.

Pulling her mouth off of his cock, Maria stroked it a few more times, before giving her Master a hungry look of desire. For her to be so stoic, so professional through all of this, only to change her face now... haah... it told Damian one thing.

They were about to... well... you know...

“Okay, Master... allow me to--"

“W-wait! Maria!" Damian cried, cutting her off, “May I uh... no..." he then tensed up, putting on a more serious face, “I want to do it. I will do it. You said you were going to be in my care tonight, right? Then I will take the lead."

Maria's hand rested upon her chest as she replayed his words in her head... and it caused her heart to thump. She knew her master could be a strong-willed individual; he's a Banneker! They're all powerful! But for him to take this tone with her, that was new. He's never been so forceful with her, he's never even had the will to give her a command. He always asked politely with a 'Maria, would you please--' or 'Maria, could I bother you for a--' or something along those lines. But for him to take charge like this over her... hah...

Maria's ears twitched, and her shocked face was replaced with a smile. A smile of... joy? And a prideful one at that.

“Of course, Master. Hnnmph... as you desire."

Sitting up on her knees, Maria watched as Damian leaned up, towering over her smaller form with his taller one. Her mind was running with a myriad thoughts, wondering what he would do to her. He was an attentive man, and he went to the finest aademy in all of Dudral, so he knew the proper steps of procreation. But there's a difference between mere sexual intercourse for the needs of reproduction, and sexual intimacy. Whether that be wild fucking or passionate lovemaking... well...

Whatever choice he made, Maria knew she'd be happy.

Placing his hands upon her shoulders, Damian guided Maria down until she was resting in the bed. His comfy, soft, amzing pillows, the ones he lovingly sleeps in for hours upon hours, were now being used to cradle her. Resting her hands beside her head, Maria hugged the pillow beneath her close, while her crystal-blue eyes stared up to her young Master.

No, not young, manly. Hah... now more than ever, he appeared so masculine and strong.

Reaching down, Maria grabbed her legs by their thighs and spread them open wide, both to give Damian a better view of her womanhood, and also to let him guide his penis inside of her. He knew the location, he knew where to push and how to push... he just needed to do it.

So he did it.

Grasping is penis by the hilt, Damian pressed the head of his dick up to her cunt, causing Maria to groan. First his fingers and now his cock; by the time the night was over, he would have explored every inch of her body.

She shivered...

Damian pushed...

“Aaaaaahhhhaaaaahhh~~~!"

And Maria realized... it had been a while...

She knew Damian's cock would be large. She felt it, stroked it, sucked it and everything. But the pressure of having her walls forcibly spread apart by his girthy, human penis, was almost too much to bare. Maria's too front teeth bit into her bottom lip, and her expression grew clinched, all as his cock sank in deeper and deeper and deeper.

“Haaaah ~~! Big! Nnnghh~~! Too big!"

That's what she said, and usually Damian would stop but... he didn't. He kept pushing. He kept pushing. He kept pushing.

He kept pushing.

“Haaaaaahhhnnn~~~!"

Maria looked down, eyes widened as her Master's cock pushed in deep. Very deep. Deeper than she's felt a lover push in so many, many years! Maybe she bit off more than she could chew? No! She refused to give into such thoughts now! She was given a duty to bare Damian's child, and dammit, she was going to do it!

“Aaaaaahhhh~~~!"

Even if it broke her stoic visage. But...

“I love the way you sound, Maria..." Damian said...

Her expression grew softer as shock and surprise funneled through it. Her Master... liked her lewd voice? She was trying to hold it in, trying to keep things professional between them, but hearing him praise her voice, caused Maria to do the opposite. She broke down, quivering and shaking as his length pushed in more and more and more. She could feel it travel through her cunt and kiss up to her womb, again, and again, and again.

“Aaaah-haaaaaah~~~!"

It was driving Maria wild!

So imagine what a virgin like Damian felt.

This... this was better than his hand. This was better than Maria's mouth! This was better than anything he could have ever imagined in this world, or the next! Sinking his cock into his maid's juicy cunt was the greatest feeling in the world, and he doesn't care how dirty that may sound!

The sight of his penis sinking into her, the feeling of it as well, and the sound of Maria's voice as it all happen... pure ecstasy.

But reality is often faster than the mind percieves it to be, and before Damian and his maid knew it, he had completely pushed inside of her. The bunny's thicc form quivered as her Master's cock claimed her, and her blue eyes stared up to him with hearts in them. Yes, actual hearts bounced around in Maria's eyes! Or maybe that's an optical illusion; Damian wasn't sure what was real and what was fake anymore. Whatever the case may be, he felt the pull of primal urges start to sway him, which further drove his thighs to move.

Damian pulled back, the retreat causing the head of his cock to stroke upon Maria's every inch, and brought out such mature, needy moans from her lips. And ash is cock bottomed out of her, glistening with spit and feminine fluids, it positively shined in the light of his bedroom.

And then he pushed back in.

PAT!

“AAHHAAAA~~~!"

And then he pulled back...

“Oooooh-hooooo~!"

And then he pushed back in.

PAT!

“AAHHAAA~!"

And then he--

You get the idea...

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

So strong! So ruthless! So fast!

Damian lacked skill, finess or precision, instead thrusting with the wild approximation that any beast could perform! But dspite that frenzied lust which drove him more than thoughts did, Maria felt nothing but pleasure! Maybe it had been a while for her (and yes, yes it has), but the way her Master's length stroked upon her walls, brought forth no pain, no discomfort. Maria was being brought to greater and greater levels of ecstasy, which in turn made her voice ring out higher, louder, stronger!

“AAAAH-HAAAAAAHH~~~!"

To those who work the estate at night, would they hear Maria's moans? Would they imagine that their young Master, was currently pleasuring the head-housemaid with his virgin cock? Even if they did hear it, no one would ever believe it was Maria. For no one could ever imagine what Maria's sensual voice sounded like.

No one... except for Damian.

As he fell deeper into this pit of pleasure, all he could hear was Maria's sonorous voice as she reach higher and higher plains of pleasure. When this started, he claimed it was difficult to separate the Maria he knew – the perfect head-housemaid who never showed any flaw, and never gave less than 100% – from the Maria before him now; the Maria as a woman. How could he ever view the hare who's practically helped raise him, as anything but his maid?

That all changed now, becoming the exact opposite. As he pushed his length inside of her, as he heard her voice sing with lustful moans, as he watched her quiver with pleasure and writhe in ectasy, as he witnessed her feel pleasure as a woman, how could he ever see her as just his maid again? Maria was told to merely birth him an heir, but after tonight?

She'll birth him an heir alright... and she'll birth more than just one!

The relentless sound of flesh slapping against flesh, echoed out into the bedroom for all to hear. Damian could feel himself reaching his limit as his balls tightened nad his cock quaked. Falling forward, he pinned Maria to the bed beneath him as his hands fell besides her head. She was moaning with ecstasy, but upon feeling how close he became, her blue eyes opened to stare up towards him. He looked so desperate, yearning to keep this going, while at the same time appraising her beauty. His thrusting even slowed to a near halt, instead grinding his cock deep inside of her, while his hand reached over. Gently he placed his palm upon Maria's cheek, causing her to nuzzle back into his warm, loving hold.

Her Master... he had bcome such a fine young man before she knew it. It made her heart flutter... and flutter more as his face started getting closer... and closer... and closer... and--

“Mfff..."

“Mmmm..."

Releasing her thighs, Maria wrapped her arms around Damian's neck to depen this kiss he put heer in. He was still pretty nubile in the art of tongues and lips, but she didn't care. With all the heat in the bedrom, her fur brushing against his flesh, his cock deep inside of her body, all Maria felt was the ever growing foundations of--

“MMFFF!"

“HNNNNGGHH~~~!"

Stars.

So many stars.

And...

Hearts.

So... many... hearts...

Damian's steeled cock unleashed the deepest contents of his balls right into Maria's wonderful womanhood, painting pink walls white with virile seed. But it wasn't good enough that it was a lot, was it? No, it had to be better than just 'a lot'. This was the hot seed of a virgin, one who doesn't spend his nights exploring his body as 'passionately' as some of his peers may.

Meaning it had been soaking within him for days... weeks... months.

Months of piping hot seed, and every bit of it went right inside of Maria.

“HAAAAAHHH-HAAAAAAH~~~!"

As Damian hugged her close, his maid hugged back, pressing her chest against his as she gave a roaring moan that bounced upon the walls around them. This feeling of a lover pumping their seed into her breedable body... it was a feeling Maria never experienced before. So imagine hwo it elt for her, having all of this heat flood into her tight cunt. So much that it brimmed at the entrance, where it streaked out of her slit and along her thighs.

But Damian didn't move, and nor did Maria. In fact, the head-housemaid draped her legs upon his thighs, holding him as close as he could so that her quivering, climaxing pussy could milk his cock of all the seed in his balls.

Wait... climaxing? Huh... it really had been a while...

Maria suddenly cut off her moans by bitting into her bottom lip, nibbling upon it as her body was rocked by an orgasm. By the gods, it had been soooooo long since she felt such bliss, and even longer since it was brought to her by a lover. A lover with such a passionate desire for her body, and the dsperate need to breed.

Smiling from cheek to cheek as her eyes closed shut, Maria let a few more panting moans leave her clinched lips, while her quivering pussy continued lathering his cock with her feminine cum. Ooooh, the feeling couldn't last long enough.

“Hmmmmnn... mmmmff... mmmmmfff... Masterrrrrr..." Maria whisperd... when...

“Ahhh..."

“Huh? M-Master?"

Fump!

Damian rolled over off of Maria, resting on his back as he suddenly began panting like he ran a marathon. All the things he learned seemed to leave out the part about how tiring sex can be, especially for one's first time. Sweat had formed on his body, an his limbs – specifically his legs – seemingly refused to move anymore.

But the aches and pains he felt? They were the good kind of aches and pains. Like when you feel sore after playing sports. Yeah, it's annoying, but you know you're bodies only going to get stronger for what is to come in the future.

And in the future...

When he looked over, his gaze fell upon Maria, who stared back with her blue eyes and a smile on her face. Reaching for him, she gently rested her palm against his cheek, stroking it while he began smiling back.

“Such a robust performance from you, Master," Maria remarked, “I'm proud to be the future mother of your child."

“Is... once enough?" Damian asked as he raised slightly.

“Well..."

Maria looked down her body, staring to the gap between her legs, and the cum oozing from her cunt. Taking her fingers – specifically her middle finger – the hare began pushing whatever seed that slid out, back inside of her. She was going to make sure she got pregnant, no matter what. And if she didn't from this time...

“Having sex more increases the chance of getting pregnant," Maria stated as she looked at her Master, “So..." her hand reached over, where it gently traced along his chest, “We should make sure to have sex as often as we can... at least until I start showing."

“As... often as... we can...? Wouldn't that get tiresome...?"

“Oh Master, I'm a bunny rabbit. Breeding and having large families, is what we are best at," Maria replied with a smile, though Damian shook his head."

“I wasn't talking about you, I was talking about me..." he palmed his forehead, “Haaah... oooh... this was the most tiring thing I've ever done... but..." and then he smiled, “I want to do more."

“Then... let's go on for as long as you please... my dearest Master..."

…

“Can anyone tell me where Maria is!"

Being the Lord of Banneker estate is difficult! Honestly and truthfully! When what seems like the entirety of the Dudral Kingdom's wealth falls in your hands to manage, it takes a powerful min to handle it all! His family have done so for centuries, and they'd do so for centuries more, he was going to make sure of it!

So when you have such a hevy burden, you'd like it if everything in your home life went simply, right? That's why he has so many servants. So many maids, and butlers, and groundskeepers, and chefs and so on and so forth! He just wanted everything to move smoothly.

That's all!

And for years, everything has moved smoothly... that is, up until a few weeks ago when he got the 'brilliant' idea to have his head-housemaid bare his future grandson, and uture Lord of the Banneker estate. His head-housemaid who... has become increasingly tardy as of late.

Even thninking that to himself had him shivering with disbelief. Maria? Tardy? Never! Not once in her long, illustrious career has the head-housemaid been anything short of perfect. But what once was an impossibility has become the norm, and he knew exactly who to blame it on.

Putting it lightly, he was not having fun... and he could only blame himself. For ultimately, this was his fault.

Sitting behind his desk within his study, Lord Joseph Banneker gazed at his door, his expression annoyed and frustrated. On one hand he could accept responsibility for his actions and start looking for new head-housemaid... or he could continue trying to call the one head-housemaid he already has!

Clearly, Joseph was a hardheaded man...

“Haah... by the gods..." he muttered as he stood up from his desk, “I cannot believe this..."

His expression sharp, Joseph marched for the door to his study hwere he opened it up. On the other hand, there were various servants performing their duties as expected. One of them stood out for the rest; a feline maid with brown fur, blonde hair, and blue eyes.

“Brooklyn!" Joseph shouted, causing the maid to come to a stop.

“Nyah? Yes, Lord Banneker?" she said whilst facing him.

“Please... do tell me where Maria is," he said, though he already knew the answer to the question.

“Why... kee-hee..." Maria looked away as a mischievous smile appeared on her face, “Miss Maria is with Master Damian!"

“Haaaah... I thought so..."

Shaking his head, Joseph stepped past Brooklyn, his eyes locked forward. In his mind, he wondered when was the time he should have stopped this. It's one thing for his son to get accquainted with the female body for his own future, but it's something else entirely when it seems as if his son keeps Maria all to himself! It was frustrating! Annoying!

Perhaps he should have asked a different maid to bare his grandson...

“Damian! Damian!" Joseph shouted as he reached his son's bedroom, “Damian! Open this door n--"

“Father...?"

“--ow....?"

Joseph straightened up and turned his head, looking away from his son's bedroom door to instead drop his gaze upon... his son? Yes, Damian stood in the hall right beside him, dressed as impeccably as one would expect of him. He stared up at his father with his green eyes in curious gaze, while Joseph looked back with equal confusion.

“Damian," he said, “What... you're not in your bedroom?"

“I was... but I just had breakfast," his son replied, “Lovely eggs this morning too. I must be sure to give Mrs. Vintin my praise when next I see her."

“Yeeeeesssss... Damian..." Joseph muttered, his head cocked to one side, “Where is Maria...?"

“Maria...? Oh... she should be waking up about..." Eeaarrrr...! “Now..."

“Damiaaaaan~"

Her sultry, womanly voice came flowing from his bedroom door, causing Joseph's eyes to widen. In all the years he's had the hare work for him, not once has he ever heard her make a voice even close to this. It quickly pulled his gaze over, staring once again at his son's bedroom door as it opened up.

There was Maria on the other end, her once profesionally done up auburn hair, now left to hang long from her head. Her blue eyes were glowing in this alluring gaze, like a woman who had become in touch with her sensuality. She was wearing nothing more than a robe, with her lingerie visible here and there.

Gazing upon her was like gazing upon a king's concubine; she looked like someone completely different!

She had her eyes focused on Damian so much so that it took her a couple of moments to realize that Joseph was right there! And when she did, she looked up at him, giving a gasp of slight surprise.

Yes... slight surprise.

“Lord Joseph," Maria said as she tugged a bit on her robes, “Haaah... What brings you here?"

“I was... looking for you...?" he repeated, confused and bewildered.

“Oooooohhh~... you were looking for... me? Tee-hee!" she shook her head, before shifting he gaze back to Damian, “Hmm... Damian... come back to bed, Damian~"

“Heh... I'm coming, Maria," he replied with chuckle.

Stepping forward, he draped his arm around her shoulder, causing her to nuzzle back in close to him... lovingly... devotedly. The smile she had on her face at that moment, was a smile Joseph had never seen before.

Just what the hell was going on here?

“I'll talk to you later, Father," Damian said as he walked through the door with Maria in tow.

“Hnnngh... see you later, Lord Joseph~!" Maria added on, right as the door went-

THUNK!

And it left Joseph there... staring at the door in a perplexed manner, wondering how things came to this moment. He only expected Maria to bare him a grandson... he didn't expect... well...

All of this!

“Huh... I've created a monster..." Joseph muttered to himself.