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Tales of Morveria: Pethouse #4 - A Maid's Desires, Part 2

A Sultry Tale of a Maid and Her Master

By Mantrid Brizon

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Orella shakes her head as she passes by the Vostii's door. Had Azira simply waited for Art in his bedchamber, naked, ready and willing, Orella wouldn't have had the chance to enjoy him the way that she did. Considering how easy it was to get him going, it'd probably be Azira whose womb was overflowing with the young man's virile seed and not hers. Though she knows how wrong it was, Orella cannot help but smirk at the thought. Exactly how long it will take before Art's seed fertilizes her eggs? She is ovulating, after all! She might be carrying his baby, right now!

She tries not to giggle as she continues toward her own bedchamber, turning the corner only to slow her pace when she spots Ailina a short distance away. The middle-aged woman leans against the doorframe of the maid's room, watching her. It's obvious she was waiting for her.

“He wants [a] party, tonight." Ailina says with a little smirk.

“Oh..." Orella stops in her tracks. “Alright..."

Orella sighs as she continues to walk toward her bedchamber, a little hobble in her step. Ailina notices this, standing straight as she looks to her maid with the faintest hint of concern.

“[Are] you alright?"

“I [am] feeling tired. That [is] all."

“[Do] not lie to me..." Ailina sternly commands.

“I think I [am] becoming ill." Orella murmurs, eager to protect the contents of her womb. “I feel very poorly." She continues, a hand resting on her belly.

“Oh... Artram and I wanted to play with you, but..." Ailina pauses, her eyes scanning the pony woman.

“[Does] he need me?" Orella softly asks without a hint of passion or desire in her voice.

“... No. I [can] pleasure him, tonight." Ailina replies.

“Thank you." Orella flashes a feigned smile, hobbling into her room.

Hearing the clopping of Orella's hooves and the jingling of her bell, Azira turns her head and sniffs the air. She breathes a sigh of relief when she cannot smell Art with the mare. She still has time! Her ears twitch as she listens to the brief conversation, her heart sinking. She knows all too well what Ailina and Artram want from Orella. She's seen it many times, and even participated to a degree. Just because she's worn a chastity belt until very recently, that doesn't mean her devious owners couldn't also find some pleasure in her company.

Hearing Ailina dismiss Orella was as heartwarming as it was startling. Will she come and ask Azira for her assistance?! How could they?! They promised! One last glimpse into her mirror doesn't fill the Vostii with confidence, but the fear of having her loins soiled by Artram is a horrifying one. He's never appealed to her, and his unpleasant scent proves their incompatibility. Leaping up from her stool, she dashes out of the room in the last gown she'd tried on. She silences her bell with a clenched fist and turns a corner, disappearing before Ailina comes close to her bedchamber. Walking along the corridor, Ailina peaks into Azira's bedchamber only to find it empty.

“Hmph... I guess it really is just us, tonight." She remarks to herself.

Azira races toward Art's room at the opposite end of the mansion. The beast folk are swift, far superior to humans in speed and strength, and it still feels like an eternity to traverse the manor's halls. Her eyes light up the second she sees the bedchamber door, recognizing it from all the others, despite them all being identical. Stopping so quickly that she slides on her footpads, Azira fluffs parts of her gown and smooths others before knocking on his door.

“Master? ... Master? [Do] you want anything?"

He doesn't answer. Trying the knob, she finds it unlocked. She pushes the door open and peeks inside, only for her heart to drop. She's too late! Art's fallen asleep! She opens the door the rest of the way and steps inside only to pause and sniff the air. She smells only the sweet aroma of the human male who lay on his side, tucked underneath a light blanket. She steps closer and sits on the edge of his bed, her bottom lip quivering. What will she do now? She can't return to her bedchamber. Ailina might be waiting for her!

The arrangement is all that matters. It's the only hope she has at a good life, the life that most beast women desire. Reaching out a hand, she thinks to brush his hair from his face but hesitates. She doesn't wish to awaken him. Instead, she caresses the space beside him, staring at it quite intently. Azira cannot be claimed right now, but she can buy herself some more time. She shuts and locks the door, removes her garment and crawls into bed with him. Art is fast asleep; he never moves or awakens. Azira turns to him, watching him sleeping. It's surprisingly comforting.

Azira awakens the next morning to find Art laying on his back. She turns to him but he's still fast asleep. Seeing the mechanical clock on his nightstand, she notices how late it is and gasps, bolting up before jumping out of bed. She should be doing her morning chores right now!

“Huh... Mmrrmm?" Art grumbles and rubs his eyes.

He lifts his head only to see a blurry figure, a black stalk with bulbous orbs at the top and bottom. It wiggles, and a bright green blur envelopes the black figure. His eyes adjust in time for him to see Azira wearing a colorful gown as she unlocks and opens his bedroom door.

“What [are] you-?!"

“Shh." She brings a furry finger to her lips.

Without saying a word, she disappears into the corridor, leaving the young man thoroughly confused. He looks around for a moment, notes the time and then sits up in bed. He looks toward the pillow beside his and touches it, feeling the warmth from Azira's head. He sniffs the air and pauses. Though he tries not to, he cannot help himself. He picks up the pillow and smells the sweet scent radiating from it, immediately embarrassing himself. Clearing his throat, he sets the pillow aside and grabs his clothes, most of which he'd removed before going to sleep.

“Alright... So, that happened... ... I don't remember home being this bizarre. Maybe I should've finish school?" He thinks aloud as he pulls on his clothes.

Art makes his way toward the lived-in wing of the mansion, enduring the quiet of the abandoned half of the manor where his parents sent him. Finding everyone in the dining hall, only Azira immediately notices him. He stops in the doorway, watching as Orella picks up a silver plate. She notices a speck of dirt and wipes it clean, only for his father, Artram, to grab the plate and her hand, turning them. She looks at the reflection of her own, plump breasts as Artram gropes her feminine mound and gives it a squeeze! She giggles, cooing as Artram nuzzles her cheek and kisses her!

Art is flabbergasted by the display. He had some suspicions, but this is as affectionate as he's ever seen them! He turns his eyes to his mother, who reads a paper only feet away. Does she not see what his father is doing to their long-time maid or does she not care?! Orella sets the plate on the table and lifts her head, watching Azira as she darts off. She follows the feline's path and finally notices Art standing in the doorway. Azira greets him, which is when everyone else notices him. Orella nervously chews on her bottom lip, her brow softening. How much did he see?

“How [are] you, master?!" Azira chirps.

“..."

“... Master?"

“Huh?!" He looks to her. “Oh... Fine..." He murmurs.

Orella stands as still as a statue, contemplating what to do next. His father and mother both notice their son's stunned expression, which he poorly attempts to hide as he approaches a seat at the dinner table. Artram turns to Orella, who decides that there's only one way she can salvage this. Perhaps it was a mistake to mate with Art, but she cannot take it back. She'll have to deflect the attention and hope they don't question it. Approaching the young man, she offers him a morning beverage, speaking with the casualness of a maid simply doing her duty. He refuses, so she makes her rounds. She approaches Artram and he asks for milk.

“I more enjoy warm milk. Fresh milk." He whispers as she pours, gently nudging her breast.

“Hehe!" She feigns a giggle, as she often does.

What else could she do?!

“I [am the] reason you have milk." He adds, giving her a little wink.

She forces another giggle. She's become quite a skilled actress in the years she's been forced to endure Artram's unwanted attention. The stench of his incompatibility is more than enough to keep her away, but his desires control him; as his property, it controls her, too.

“Dad?" Art speaks up.

“I'm just telling her a little joke, son." His father replies in their own language.

“Maybe I'd like to hear it?!"

Art's growl is startling. Artram and Ailina have never heard such a vicious tone in their son's voice.

“Perhaps later, son!"

“Perhaps now..."

Artram's brow rises in surprise.

“My, my! So vicious! If this was how you behaved, no wonder you were forced to leave school." Ailina giggles, trying to deescalate the situation.

Orella and Azira look between the father and son for a moment, unsure of what the humans are saying. Azira looks to Orella, knowing in her heart that the mare is somehow responsible for the sudden tension. This didn't begin until Artram teased her, something he does quite often. Perhaps he's still adjusting to his son being home? Ailina gives a command, and the beast women jump into action. They're just as eager for the tension to dissipate. Art looks to Azira as she serves him, then thanks her. She flashes a warm smile and bows her head. He asks Orella to pass him syrup, which she does.

He looks to her and thanks her, but instead of a warm smile, a wink or a bashful giggle, she merely pets his head as if he was still a boy! How insulting! Did they not have passionate sex last night?! Why is she so cold?! Artram asks for the butter, and Orella obeys. He whispers another crude remark, this one about the sweetness of her vaginal fluids. She's forced to feign another giggle, despite her mounting discomfort. Resting his hands on the table, Art rises from his seat.

“I'd rather eat outside, on the patio." He grumbles.

“Are you asking for permission, son?"

“No."

“And why not?" Artram asks, a little smirk on his face.

“... Because I'm a fucking man!"

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“Hello, Azira."

Her ears perk and her muscles freeze. Even her heart briefly stops! Arms wrap around her and a body presses against her back. She can feel the partial erection against her ass, while two hands grab her perky breasts.

“[Did] my son reject you?"

“N-no!" She shoots back, her eyes wide and fearful.

“I [will] not reject you. I [will] take you into my bed, tonight..."

“M-master!" She whines.

She feels his hands groping her, touching her with the glee that only arousal can produce. He bounces her plump breasts, admiring their size and shape, then glides his hands over her slim waist and toned belly before slipping one hand between her legs. She gasps and nibbles on a finger, whimpering as Artram rubs her sensitive loins through her dress!

“I [do] not enjoy waiting. Art must have you, soon... Or I [will] claim you."

He coos as he feels her warmth without the chastity belt for the first time. Ailina knew that Artram's thirst was powerful, which is why she hid the key where her husband would never find it. Unfortunately for Orella, that meant that she bore the brunt of Artram's lust, which for many years, was quite insatiable. His libido has decreased somewhat as he's aged, but he still finds the time to use Orella's body at least twice every week, and he's still virile enough to leave her with permanent scars of the heart.

“Believe me, Azira... When I claim you, I [will] use more than your sweet mouth." He growls before licking the edge of her feline ear. “I [will] spill my hot seed inside [of] you, and you [will] soon hold [a] swollen belly. It [is] my right."

He doesn't give her the opportunity to respond and pushes her forward, toward the basin.

“Now continue your work, whore..." He grumbles, leaving the kitchen.

She trembles as she peers over her shoulder. How did she not hear him coming? Was she truly so preoccupied with her thoughts?! She cannot be caught off-guard again, and she mustn't fail. If she doesn't have sex with Art soon, his vile father will have his way with her...

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They look down and watch as he slowly and almost nervously pushes it in. Her mouth opens, her breath solidifying. Her sharp, pearly-white teeth are revealed as her lips pull back in a silent snarl. She winces and pants as she feels him entering her taut, innocent loins, her chest heaving as she feels the pressure.

“Hhff-hhff-hhff... HHHH!" She gasps, the head of his phallus slowly pushing inside. “HHHAAAHHH!!! NNNnnnnNNNAAAHHHHH!!!!!"

“NNGH!" He grunts, wincing from the sensation.

She clings to his shoulders, squeezing him as her eyes nearly pop out of her head. She flashes her fang-like teeth as she feels her insides parting, spreading for the incredible girth of the swollen organ. Her legs tremble, her back arches, and her breasts jiggle and sway as she jolts. Her bell jingles, the sound bringing thoughts of rape and sexual deviance. She looks to her lover, who pierces the flesh that maintained her purity, tearing her hymen and spilling her innocent blood. He grits his teeth as he pushes deeper and deeper, reaming a vagina that had never even known a finger before this moment.

“AHH! YOU, HHFF-HHFF, [ARE] V-VERY BIG!!!"

He looks into her eyes, seeing how they water from the exertion. He stops and pulls back, holding onto his own manhood and keeping it steady as he slowly pulls it out. It pops from her loins with a strange sucking sound, causing both of their cheeks to flush. He tries to recall if Orella's sweet pussy made ever that sound, only to realize that it has, though it was faint. Azira trembles as she looks at the crimson fluid coating the tip. Taking a hand away from his shoulder, she grabs his shaft just beneath the gland and pulls.

“Please! Hhff-hhff! Continue!"

She guides him home, and he once again inserts his manhood inside of the Vostii's once pure vagina...

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Reaching the bathroom and unbuckling his belt, Art reaches for the door handle only to pause. He turns his head at a muffled sound. He listens carefully and his heart drops. Briefly forgetting his reason for being there, he walks away from the bathroom and follows the noises. He comes to a large and ornate ebony wood door. It's different from the others, and he learned on his very first hour of exploration that this is the door to his parents' bedchamber. The noises are still muffled, but much less so. He gulps, takes a deep breath and drops to a knee. Art places his eye to the keyhole and peers inside.

He's left in stunned silence by what he sees. There is a large wooden bed with tall posts at each corner, to hold up a shroud. It's faces toward the door at a slight angle, so that he can see both the side and the footboard. The shroud is removed, and atop the bed are two beings. His mother, Ailina, sits on her legs. The naked woman's back faces the door as she watches the second person. It's .... She kneels atop the bed, bouncing up and down, again, and again, and again. The bell on her collar jingles continuously as she moves.

Suddenly, the beast woman sits and gyrates her hips, moaning quite loudly. Art hears a groan, and as if to reveal the terrible truth, Ailina leans to one side and spreads her legs, a hand rubbing her womanhood. With her body out of the way, Art can see him. His father, Artram, lay beneath his maid! His legs and feet were concealed behind the ruffled, fluffy blankets that cover the soft mattress, while his mother's body blocked the view of his torso and head. He holds onto her furry thighs as she rides him as if her very life depended on it.

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“I, nngh, have [a] request." She says through labored breaths, gyrating her hips as she works her master's cock.

“Yes? Hhff. What [do] you want?" Artram asks, giving the beast woman's ass a little smack, encouraging her to ride him harder.

“P-please, Arty! Hhff-hhff! [Do] not cum inside [of] me! Nngh!"

“Why?!" Ailina asks, a hand rubbing her loins as she watches the woman pleasuring her husband.

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Thanks for reading the teaser! If you'd like to see the full story (nearly 80 pages and 23,7xx words worth) then you can find it on my Patreon page (my patreon!) behind a measly $3 paywall! That was the admission fee for the parking lot at my local trade center. Lol.