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Queens Blade: A Witches Trap	By : MoonLobster Category: +M to R > Queen's Blade: Rurou no Senshi Views: 12421 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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“Good morning master, how can I service you today?”
Rana had his eyes wide in surprise at the sultry redhead playing with his hardening cock while already covered in his salty juices. Though he felt like he had been drained overnight and the tension of the last week had eased off, his cock was still ready to go another round for the tantalizing maid, especially when this was the first time he would be conscious. The boy himself however was almost frozen in shock. Airi smiled at his bashfulness, finding out that even though she had tried so hard to keep her adventures a secret, now he found her out it felt nothing but natural.
“Come now master, don't look so shocked, I'm just getting some lifeforce to start the day healthy, and if it pleases you too then all the better.”
She punctuated her explanation with a slow stroke of the huge shaft held next to her face before turning and planting a kiss on its side.

Rana, being a polite boy, was used to following along when older people gave orders and explanations so nodded at her to confirm. The grinding makeout sessions had felt so lewd in the boys innocent head, and this felt naughtier still, but if this was the best way to get lifeforce then it was ok by him. Especially when her kisses and licks to his privates were making him feel sooo good. His big cock fully sized again, Airi brought the tip to her lips before addressing Rana.
“Don't mistake this for anything other than convenience and personal duty, you understand. This kind of thing is normal for us maids.”

When the girl began gripping his dick and slapping it across her open, mouth open and tongue wide flat, the boy considered her strange tsundere act. It was not so different from what Rana's parents were like together when they thought he wasn’t around and Rana blushed at the association as Airi began sinking his huge dick into her mouth, working on getting the nasty piece of meat back into her throat where it belonged.

Rana let out small gasps as the spirit girl let loose, drinking in his virility and unending lifeforce, made all the sloppier and nastier with the musk of the whole night of throatfucking already. But now Rana was awake, he took some more control over her actions. His hand was no longer innocently guiding her head, making suggestions to her. Now it gripped a single red twintail and pushed Airi up and down his prick with increasing confidence. Her throat made a sloppy gluk as the thick girl-tamer returned to her, as if it was welcoming it back like a loyal servant. He had drained into her so much overnight but still had one thick load to go. It boiled in his oversized balls and refused to wait any more, thick nuts slapping the bottom of Airi's face as Rana began pushing his hips up to meet her slutty worship.

The small inn room filled with the slap slap slap of young underage balls hitting the ruined face of Airi, her eyes rolling back as their thick musk left its mark on her, while his thick tool left its imprint in her body. Rana's gasps and pants grew more frantic and he cried out “Nee-chan” in a repetitive chant, hunching his small frame to drive into her mouth for one last mindblowing orgasm. The little boy had felt nothing like it, to have his new personal cumtoy, chugging down the thickest nastiest load his virile kiddie balls had been able to produce.

Airi thought the last 5 loads had trained her well to handle her masters mess, but this final one tested her yet again. The heavy seed sat in her belly with the rest, nasty dickpuke that made her feel like an overfilled creamjug. She was the worlds best however, and retained every drop of the white nectar.

After extracting Rana's finally softening cock from her throat, Airi passed out from the exertions of the night. The boy packed their things away for the next and last leg of their journey alone, and waited as the beautiful maid slept where she lay. Even covered in spit and sweat, he looked over at her often and still saw her as one of the prettiest girls he had seen. When she awoke, her caring maid persona was back in place, denying anything too personal about the encounter.
“You see what happens when a growing boy bottles everything up like that.” she admonished. “From now on I will be in charge of your personal cleaning and sexual care, understand?” Rana was smiling back, already starting to see through her Tsun ways and read between what she said to what she meant. “Ok Airi, I'll be sure to fill you with plenty of lifeforce every night”

After both cleaned up in the metal washtubs (and barely keeping from fooling around again in the soapy waters) they set off for the last dirty road that would lead back to the village where Cattleya and Owen, Rana's parents, lived and worked as blacksmiths. After a half day journey, the pair arrived in the small cliff edge settlement and spotted Cattleya standing outside the family home watching out, Owen next to her and arm around her shoulders protectively. Though both of them were formidable fighters and heroes of renown, Owen was clearly dominant over his wife, and she clung to him submissively, both also showing their deep love for each other in their glances and posture. Airi noticed all these things quickly, the way the woman would nuzzle him and breathe into his body, clearly Rana's masculinity ran in the family and what she and Rana had was easy to see and much more developed in the couple in front of them. She looked at Owen at a distance and saw how confident he held his wife and began putting herself and Rana into the same situation in her head. She blushed on the outside while having an electric thrill within.

As they neared, Cattleya spotted them and gasped loudly, running to the pair. The young boy waved back and began running too. Mother and child collided in a warm hug, the boy almost smothered by his mothers huge breasts.
“I was so worried about you, are you okay? Is Airi okay? Oh you brought her back my special brave son, I always knew you had it in you”
Cattleya barely stopped talking as she hugged him and then Airi when she got near before ushering both into the house, still fussing and making sure both were fine. Owen stood back with a smile but ruffled Rana's hair proudly as he walked past him through the front door.

Cattleya only let go of Rana when she gasped “Oh, the stew will be burning!” and busied off to the kitchen. Airi quickly offered a bow to Owen. “Thank you for allowing me to stay with you again, I am in debt to your son and family.” The muscular man raised her chin quickly. “Please don't be so formal. I owe you a great debt anyway for all you did for my wife and Rana while I was trapped before. All I ask is that you continue to stay close with my son, he seems to have taken quite a shine to you and has grown so much in these last few years.” his eyes were twinkling with a knowing shine and both the ghost maid and the 13 year old looked to corners of the room, slightly red. Could he really have guessed so quickly or were they over thinking it? Cattleya added to the awkwardness by returning to the room and clapping her hands together “Oh look how well they look together as a couple, come on through, dinner is ready.”

They ate quickly after the travels, and then told stories and tales about their journey to the older couple, of course leaving out any lewd details about their relationships. Airi also kept quiet about the deal with the Swamp Witch and how she could call on Rana in the future, she thought it would ruin the happy celebratory mood over dinner. When the meal was finished, Owen called out the boy to help him chop firewood in the back yard of the house, meanwhile Cattleya called Airi to help her clear and wash the dishes. When they were alone, the mother started talking quietly.

“Now the boys are away we can have some real woman talk. I think for now you should take the guest bedroom like last time, but I'm no fool and I see what's going on between you two” Airi swallowed loudly and began to stutter protests before Cattleya shushed her quickly. “I'm fine with the situation you understand, Rana's happiness means so much to me and he missed you every day. Keep it quiet for now and be careful, he takes after his father in many ways and I can see the effect he has had on you already.” The woman offered a reassuring smile with a faraway look in her eyes, remembering her younger days when she first met Owen.

“He is very special to me” Airi finally admitted out loud. “More so than before when we acted like siblings” Cattleya put her hand on the maids shoulder in understanding. “Actually there is something I need to tell you. My rescue wasn’t as simple as we said earlier. The Swamp Witch made Rana pledge his service. He can be called by her to do bidding in the future, it might not be for years but...” She trailed off awkwardly, expecting the busty mother to become angry and start shouting. Instead the woman was faintly smiling. “Another thing he inherited from his father. Owen saved me from a rather nasty sorcerer in our early days, ended up having to take on a small army of minotaurs as part of the deal, the point is he was strong and so is Rana. He will manage a challenge like this, as long as he has a good woman supporting him.” Airi nodded quickly. “I shall be his faithful servant, in every possible way”

The washing was finished soon after and both men returned with armfuls of logs. The travellers were so tired from both last nights fun and the week of adventure they retired quickly to their separate rooms. Both fell asleep almost instantly. Downstairs still awake the older couple kept talking, discussing the changes in Rana and their approval at the new member of their family.

-

Airi soon fit back into the household as if she had never left, though with a few new activities in her daily routine. By day Airi and Rana became nearly inseparable except for times when chores would divide them up and Airi helped Cattleya while Rana would help Owen. Rana also spared with his father, training that started a year or so ago and his natural abilities were beginning to shine through. Nights were a different story and while Airi official slept in her own room, it was a known secret that she would slip into Rana's every night. The boys bedtime routine was a deep makeout session with the ero-maid, rubbing their bodies together in a tender lifeforce exchange that became naughtier as they went on. The increasingly confident Rana would then paw at the black and white uniform, tugging it off the girl and stripping her for his use. Airi was happy to comply with her master and would be allowed to be pushed to her knees by the small boy. When her head reached crotch height she would rub his naughty shota cock to hardness before extracting the beast. Her maid duty was to first clean his build-up of filth and dickcheese, that was only increasing as Rana got more confident with her. Cattleya had given her warning with her experiences with Owen. As the boys libido increases, so would his cockwaste and the size and thickness of his loads. Her delicate boy was gifted with a berserker cock ready to punish and tame any wanton slut it encountered and Airi must be ready to service it fully and worship without question when needed. It was advice she needed no encouragement to follow.

Raising his libido was her fault anyway. Any chance she got during the day she would bend over, flip her skirt, or draw attention to her cleavage. All the while making sure it was innocent enough to make Rana think it was all his brain, and not her careful actions, that was causing much naughty thoughts. The sexual tension created more smegma and more need in the boy to cum his little brain out. Every night after his prick-cleaning tongue-bath, he would lose patience at last and use the lewd saliva bridge between his cock and her lips to wetly slap Airi's face in a show of new found dominance. He hadn’t worked out why yet but this would always settle the ghost girl down after a stressful day and put her into a spaced out daze and ready to choke down his 13 year old fuck stick. The truth was this made her completely cock-drunk on his young musk and her mouth was watering at the though of sucking out the brutally thick load contained in his pulsing orbs. Suck it out she did, fervently and devotedly, every night. She usually chugged the majority of the thick meal of cock juice straight down her throat but always left the last few spurts to sit in her mouth and play around with on her tongue, savoring the boys taste. and letting it mark her. Rana would always thank her and fall asleep quickly after being drained. Airi would take time to calm down and then return to her own room. Some nights she needed 2 loads to settle the boy and even as a professional maid sometimes she needed affection for herself and spent her afterglow cuddling the sleepy child.

Not every day was the same and sometimes events would add daytime excitement to their ordinary life. A couple of weeks into their routine Cattleya asked the pair to take out the wagon and go sell their recently forged weapons in a nearby city. It would be a whole day out, travelling there at dawn and returning past sundown. Owen was out hunting in the nearby hills and Cattleya herself had to man the forge and catch up on a backlog of orders. Rana saddled up the horses and Airi climbed aboard the wooden wagon with him and as the sun rose past the cliffs on the other side of their valley they began the journey.

Both enjoyed the privacy and silence of the morning road. As they sat next to each other Rana edged his hand over to lay across the red-head’s. At home their interactions were usually secretly flirty or totally naughty and the romantic woodland ride was welcomed by both. Rana had travelled the road often and began pointing out landmarks for them, soon they were both spotting wildlife, smiling and laughing together. Quickly the boy leaned over to kiss the spirit maid. Not the deep lusty kisses which would lead to something lewd, but a purer one, shared between lovers.

The roads were quiet this early in the morning though, and soon Airi couldn't resist getting riskier and friskier with him. She edged over to the boy as he held the reins, before temporarily turning invisible and ghostly, shifting through his arm and settling in front of the boy, cushy thighs resting on his lap. “Airi, what are you doing? People could see us and I can't see the road.” The girl smirked back at him. “Hand over those reins, I'm taller so if you stay still and quiet nobody will know you're even here”
With that, Airi raised up to fluff out her maid skirts, covering the boy from his ankles to chest with white frilled elegance and a waft of sweet feminine scents, tinged slightly with a more intimate musk. “I should have been driving from the start, as a servants duty you see.” Though she explained in rational terms, her smug expression told another story, Rana also became acutely aware of what was happening under the dress.

Her slender legs and thighs were pressed down on the boy, contact so tight he could feel the maid stockings through his own thin tunic shorts. Her butt was pushing to rub it's plush charms all over Rana's crotch. Swapping out her normal pure white pantsu, she had changed into a black and lacy number, every pattern and indent brought to bear pleasurably against his flaccid tool. Her ass was giving a welcome greeting to the kid's thick cock, sizable enough to cause a flush of pleasure of Airi face and impressive enough even when not hard. She was determined to change that soon though and the rocking motion of the wagon soon got them in a steady rhythm for a clandestine assjob. Airi's pert buns were hotdogging Rana's shota sausage with a twerking intensity. The wagon bumped on the rough roads and the maid took advantage to drive her rear up and down in exaggerated motions, Rana's stiff cock now caught in a devious teasing grip. It was the most in-control Airi had been since submitting to his cock in the tavern and becoming his personal throat pussy.

A patrol of soldiers wheeled around the next bend in the road, 3 armored men on horses. “Stay down” Airi warned before forcing his head downwards under her dress, fanning the billowing fabrics to try and cover all of the boy from any prying eyes. The horses slowly rode to meet them and Airi smiled and waved while her ass kept a strong grip on her masters nasty weapon. Underneath, Rana had been taken to a world smelling of strong female arousal. He clamped his hands over his mouth so keep quiet while staring wide eyed at the obscene bulge in his shorts getting played with by the slutty maid's thick derriere. He could also see the black lace underwear darked with Airi's juices, filling the space under the skirt with a scent that left the child heady and panting.

The clop of the patrols hooves faded away as Rana remained hidden. “You can come out now master” Airi sounded amused with him still trapped under her. But Rana had other ideas. She kept calling him master right? As much as the girl had his heart beat faster, he wanted to be in charge again. Something in his nature was protective of women and Airi was no exception. The flipside of this was him exerting more control. A few years ago he was so naive about the world. He was still filled with a childlike simplicity about things, but his feelings burnt strong, his father had been teaching him more, and he also had the right tools for the job. Taking one of those lessons from his father now, he decided if Airi was going to call him master, she should be a bit nicer about manhandling him around. With that in mind, still under the poofy maid skirt, he brought a small hand down on one of her buttcheeks. Airi's back went straight as the sharp crack broke the silence. “What are you doing!?” Rana only responded by grinding his bulge across her pussy slit while slapping the other cheek just as roughly.

“Uaaah” the maid moaned as the boy rubbed onto her naughty wet girlhole. She had only taken care of the boy with her throat, and while she was always filled with lifeforce, other urges were growing. Rana was raining down more slaps and gropes on her amazing ass and was just about to take out his cock for some more sexual relief when Airi jumped along the wagon bench, pulling her skirt off from around him. “Geez Rana enough is enough, we can't keep doing this in public, especially when we are going into the city” Sure enough the city gates were only a few hundred yards in front and Rana tucked his thick pipe away again. “You promise to relieve me soon Nee-chan?” he said in a sad grumpy tone. “Sure thing, tonight when get back” She smiled down but her was off to one side, head in his hand staring off with a pout. That was hours away and her teasing was getting to him now. After all, she started all this today. She was always being flirty and while at the start Rana would have thought it was all coincidence, now he knew most was on purpose and it only drove him to want to compete. It was the same attitude Owen had with Cattleya when they first met and Rana was desperate to not be left behind when Airi was tempting him with so many adult things.

Blue-balled again, they rode into the interior of the city, began setting up their market stall in the main street and unloaded their forged weapon wares from the wagon. Rana was known and liked by a lot of the townsfolk and got friendly greeting, Airi was given more careful looks by most. The forge's work was well known enough for customers to start flocking before everything was unloaded and Rana was set upon, leaving Airi to carry swords, shields and the like. They were swept off their feet selling for the first couple of hours but soon the mid-morning rush made way for noon and most people went away for lunch. It was here that Rana decided to make his move.

“Airi-neechan, could you grab that box of throwing knives under the stall?” The lad pointed to the shadowy alcove of the strong wooden stall. It was the counter top and 3 covered walls reaching to chest height, perfect for what he had in mind. “Sure thing” the obedient redhead stooped low and crawled to the back looking for the box. “Whereabouts master? I don't see it.” While she was distracted Rana moved forwards, blocking her in with his legs. “Sorry nee-chan, that was a lie, I actually wanted you do take care of this.” Airi turned round to see him standing close to her, thick cock drawn out of his tunic shorts and sizzling with pent up heat inches from her face. Stifling the immediate reaction to begin worshipping it, she instead hissed up at the boy in an angry whisper. “What do you think you're doing?!”
The cheeky little brat just swayed his hips making his delicious cockmeat wave in front of her “We didn't get to do 'it' this morning, I can't sell as well like this, and you would do a better job filled with some more lifeforce right?”
Airi burned bright red. The kid was not just insatiable, he was insistent. She tried to stare him down but he just smiled in faux-innocence, waiting for her to crack and start sucking him off in public. Not even the arrival of a customer broke his plan, as he smoothly traded an axe for some gold, Airi remaining out of sight of any shoppers eyes.
“You're such a handful” she sighed, not nearly as angry as she pretended to be. She took her masters bitchbreaking penis in hand and stretched back the foreskin. Just as she suspected her teasing this morning had built up a sticky layer of smegma. The boys virility was through the roof and she had quickly learnt that he needed cleaning daily. Any teasing or blueball antics would give her a thick, nasty treat later as his oversized boycock went into overdrive building up curdles of cheesy cockwaste.

Rana was serving the small queue of customers that was building up again when Airi began making out with his smegma coated cock-head. She let the familiar degrading taste wash over her while kissing the top of his penis like it was a lover. The boy held in his pleasure well while the maid under the table used his fat prick as a stinky tube of make-up, spreading his thick yellow crud like a lipstick over her soft mouth before licking it all off and swallowing the fragrant waste. The boy was after more than a wash though. Handling money and shaking hands with a local knight buying a sword, he took his other hand and used it to stuff his bratty cock straight down Airi's throat. When she attended him at night, she took control in drawing out his hot loads. Now with Rana in charge his greedy childishness burst through as he took advantage instantly, using her like a cheap cock milker.

Customers came and went without incident, nobody noticing that the small boy manning the stall was missing his companion from this morning. Certainly none of them would guess that beautiful young woman was currently on her knees, gagging around a thick pipe of meat about to blast her insides full of white goop. As the blowjob got sloppier and sloppier it seemed impossible nobody could hear the gluvk gluvk sounds as her tamed throat accommodated the bullying intruder. Airi had mostly been focused on controlling the noises and tuning out what Rana did above, but a familiar voice caught her ears.
“So the mighty forge of Cattleya burns bright once again, ohohoho as if you could compete with the newest batch of quality dwarf products”
Nooo, Airi screamed inside her head. The voice was unmistakably Ymir, iron princess and owner of the iron mountain foundry company. The dwarf woman looked like a child and was dressed in her usual pink dress outfit, though she forwent the giant gauntlet and axe she carried to battle.
“Heya Ymir, good trading today” Rana beamed, used to seeing her on trading trips. His voice never quavered even with Airi giving him her best suction service, trying to draw the phat spermload from his balls quickly.
The dwarf gave an open palmed shrug. “As can be expected in these peaceful times.”
As the pair conversed Airi looked up at Rana, as he kept driving his rod into her without even looking down. He was a sexual beast, she already knew that. But every time they had played around before he had been focused on her. Now he was staring at Ymir with a similar look in his eyes, innocent but naughty at the same time. He was throwing glances downwards at the woman's flat chest. Despite her looks, dwarves lived a long time and Ymir was far older than even Rana's mother. Was he looking at her now the same way he looked at Airi? She knew his heritage made him a ravenous lover and now it was driving him to tame any wanton girl he crossed? Was the fact he could fuck like this and not even be phased part of the appeal the Swamp Witch recruited him for. Airi could only guess. Without warning his dick erupted, wave of salty treat gushing into the maid's belly. Her eyes crossed in bliss as his one-of-a-kind sperm meal sent her to heaven. In that depraved moment she vowed all Rana's loads would be hers, she just had to prove her worth.

When she came out of her orgasm trance, she noticed Rana had removed his cock from her gullet. She was leaking throat-slime and saliva but noted with pride all of the boys juice was safely stored within her. Ymir was gone and the market was beginning to wind down. “Thanks nee-chan, see it wasn’t so hard to just give in right?” Rana smiled. Airi could only just nod at his cheerfulness. Making herself presentable again, she rose from underneath the market stall and began helping the boy pack away to travel back.

-

Shifting sands.

A reborn tomb.

The harsh sunlight.

Rivers of oil.

Rana woke with a start. This dream had been a strange one. The visions were hazy but they imprinted into his mind. It was a few days after their market trip and their routine had continued where it left off, though Airi seemed even more dutiful in her night-time visits. Something about the dream he just had spurred him wide awake. Casting off his bedsheets, the boy crept out of his room to Airi's across the hall. The maids battle honed sensed brought her awake just as he pushed the heavy wood door inwards. Calming quickly she smiled. “Needed a little more service master?”

Rana shook his head quickly. “I had a dream nee-chan.”
“A nightmare?”
Another shake of the head.
“It wasn’t scary, just weird. But it seemed important.” he recounted what he remembered to Airi, now sat up in bed. Her expression changed from curiosity, to puzzlement, to concern. The sand he described in such amounts could only mean the vast deserts of the south lands. The tomb could be any number of dead kings and rulers of those lands, but Airi had an inkling there was a specific one it meant. Sunlight could simply mean the desert heat was involved, or maybe a deeper meaning. The mention of oil confirmed her suspicions.
“Rana I think this dream was a message, from the Swamp Witch.”
The boy scrunched his nose in thought “She said it would be years until she needed me”
“So did I, but something must have happened and she thinks your... talents will help.”
Airi twinged with more worry, The biggest talent the boy had was his monster cock, and more than anything the redhead wanted that for herself and nobody else.
“The things you told me about lead to one person. Desert Queen Menace. She worked with me serving the Swamp Witch years ago but kind of went off the map recently.
“I remember her a little” Rana nodded. “You think we will need to find her for the Witch?”

“I think we will need to prepare for a long trek, and soon. The Witch isn't a patient mistress.” She sighed. “How will I explain this to your parents.”
“No worry” came a voice from the doorway. Cattleya stood there in nightclothes but also with 2 satchels across her back.
“I heard you talking, and while this is earlier than I expected I thought it would happen”
She tossed the bundles at the young couple. “Supplies and equipment for any quest or journey. My little boy is a man on a mission now.” the mother beamed with pride. “just make sure this Witch character doesn't rope you into anything too evil.”
“Yes, Mom”
“Oh and Airi, can I have a small word in private?”
She indicated back into the maids room. The two women entered and closed the door behind them again. A light smile played along Cattleya's face. “You two really do remind me of myself and Owen in our younger days. There is something I want you to take for yourself and for Rana.” She brought out 2 items and passed them over. Airi turned them over in her hands. The first was an ornate golden band that she could feel the glow of magic from. Her experience with sex toys was low and the piece was decorated like it was meant to be a fine piece of jewellery, but even so it was obvious that it was a cockring. “That ring will let you keep any dick hard for as long as you want and stop it from cumming. He takes after his father and they are both wild males capable and driven to bed as many women as they can. It is impossible to tame a wild stallion like that, but with this at least you can make sure all his precious loads of cum will be yours to savor. Remember that just as you get drunk on my boys manly prowess, other women will fall as well, you shouldn't fight against his masculinity or instincts but you can keep him dedicated mainly to you. Sharing a man with a friend is sometimes just as fun.” The older woman winked knowingly.

The ghost turned to the other item. This was recently forged by the look of the metal and was an ornate choker laid with an elegant but simple pattern. There was also words worked into the metal and raised slightly from the surface. The outside read “Cumdumpster”, displaying out to the world what a bitch-in-heat she could be. While on the inside were the words “Rana's slut” kept hidden when it was worn. As she tried it on though she could feel the raised words pressing into her pale slender neck and the pressure was a constant reminder of who she was and who she had given herself fully to. Well... not quite fully yet. As if reading her mind or expression Cattleya continued. “You two are louder than you think at night, I've heard some of your games.” Airi began to blush
“What I've not heard is you two going all the way though. I think it's time that you do, and with me and Owen's blessing. You have become such a part of this family and we would love to have you as daughter, even if your and Rana's age difference is a little unusual.”
“I don't know if he is ready for... everything just yet”
Cattleya paused.
“There is a reason I'm giving these things now. You should use them. You might not have as much time on your journey and something could happen to either of you out there. Before you set off you need to have no regrets, just one night of unbridled passion. It's a tradition me and Owen had before every monster hunt.”
The busty woman walked over to the door, opened it and stood in the corridor between the rooms. “Rana, Airi has a special surprise for you. I'll see you in the morning and prepare your supplies”
“Ok Mom”
She turned to the scarlet red Ghost Maid. “Enjoy” before returning to her bedroom.

-

Rana was still sitting up in his bed when the slinky figure of Airi swayed seductively into the room. The candle light of the bedside light caught her new choker with a glint and Rana's eyes grew to saucers as he read the lewd word inscribed there.
She smiled and spoke while walking to the bed, rolling her hips and letting the material of her maid uniform dance around her barely concealed curves.
“We're going on an adventure tomorrow master.”
She began pulling strings and untying knots in the elaborate outfit, parts dropping away, more flesh revealing.
“So for tonight, I need that big kiddie cock...”
She reached the bed and climbed onto it with her knees.
“...and for you to make me yours, completely”
Reaching the end of the bed she was suspended over the boy, now naked except for the choker, her headdress, wrist cuffs and her long black stockings. The boy saw the look in her eyes and nodded, before leaning in to lock their mouths together. The kiss started slow and passionately as Airi prepared herself to take all of her underage lover. She though of them together, of how much she was craving this night and had been for weeks. Her inhibitors were taken off as their kiss grew from loving to nasty. They feed on each others desires and swapped spit between their mouths as their tongues jostled for dominance.

When Airi finally broke away she was already panting in arousal. The waves of pheromones coming off the boys young body were intense enough to soak her love-hole through with just a kiss. She wanted to drink in his virile scent all night and prove she was the best girl to take every inch of his master-crafted boycock.

Leaving a trail of lighter kisses down his body, she stripped off his tunic and bedclothes, leaving him even more naked than she was. When she reached his prick she found it hard as iron and heavy with musk.
“We need to preserve this for all of tonight” she winked before taking out the ornate cockring and slipping it over. The magic in the device meant its effects didn't need to be physical. Rather than trapping blood like a band of common iron, the artefact would simply halt the cumshot from the wearer, and the power to decide when the cock could cum was down to Airi who had linked the magic to her own.

“This will preve-”
SLAP.
Airi had begun to explain the cockring to Rana but the boy was not interested. Without permission or restraint he had slapped down his thick cock across the maids face. She moaned as the musky meat abused her and more slaps rained down.
“Enough talking, you need to be obedient now.”
The look in the boys eye had changed and now he was gripping her head more assertively, more confidently. He seemed to like the look of the thick shaft framed against Airi's flushed out face and held it there for a while slowly wiping it across, back and forth to tease the girl with the smell.

Airi began whining needily after a minute of this torture and the boy was happy to move on. Pushing the tip into her soft lips, he spread her jaw with his swollen cock-head. The foreskin peeled back with her mouth and the filth inside hit her tongue. He guided her head in short bobbing motions, pumping just the smegma coated insides into her luxurious maid tonguebath. If the redhead was wet before, her usual meal of a child's cockwaste left her soaked and she began to slowly drip hot girl nectar onto the bed, filling the room with even more arousal.

When the head was clean and shining, Airi took over the show again, her boiling hot kitty between her legs driving her wild with need. But for now she had to stake her claim on the boy while she had his attention on her face.
“Ohh you naughty boy, master, you know exactly what this little cumdumpster maid should be used used for don't you.”
“I'm not so innocent that I don't know you've been teasing me all this time.”
Airi smirked back “Then it's time to let it all loose, show me how much a man you are, fill me with boyseed and play rough with my body”
The brat grabbed at her head to plunge all 9 inches into her throat. Her erotic peach lips met with the gold band that was keeping him away from releasing his salted treat just yet.
“Stop being coy all the time and just submit nee-chan”
Rana was pushing her head up and down by the headdress messily, going far enough to push her fully off his cock every time with a wet pop.
“Rana”
pop
“You're”
pop
“Such”
pop
“A”
pop
“Little”
pop
“Stud”
She worked herself harder than he was pushing her, determined to be the only woman he could turn to to take it all, the only girl worthy of his length and girth.

The maid was looking fucked silly and cockdrunk as she was finally let go, her face coated in precum and spit.
“Ahh~ You make me dizzy with just the stench of that thing, put it in me and make me your slutmaid for life”
She lay back on the bed, legs spread to either side in the air. The invitation was clear and the boy was eager to progress.

He lined up the dangerous woman-pleaser to her hot puss, the air around the two organs steaming away from heat in the cooler night air. He broached her insides slowly letting each inch slide slowly through a valley of pleasures his young mind had never imagined yet.
“Oh nee-chan, you feel so good.”
Airi in turn was feeling an increasing sense of fullness, both physically and also emotionally, becoming her masters first time.
“Keep pushing little one. Ooh fuck~ This is exactly what growing boys like you need to have a woman like me for”
When the shaft was at full hilt, the boy had pressed close enough to be laying on top of the girl. Their naked bodies warm on each other, familiar, but also very new now they had been joined so intimately. Rana leaned in to take a kiss from his loyal cumdumpster, and he places a small hand at her pretty neck as he did. They met in passion, tongues invading each other again. His grip at her neck pressed the metal choker to her and while the boy made-out with her the word's 'Rana's Slut' were pressed closer into her skin, and into her mind.

Their kiss broke with them staring into each others eyes, feeding off their shared need. Rana began to move back out. Airi whined as she felt his dominating prick leave her, then gasp sharply as it surged forwards again. He gained a steady pace of pushing in and out, leaving long deep strokes of pleasure in the maid's pussy. His smaller body started to bounce up and down on the bed, treating the girl like a lewd bouncy castle, a pleasure playground for one lads fantasies to come to life, all served up faithfully by his loyal sex servant.

The boy's face had turned to a blissful expression as he used her with no regard to anything but the feeling for pumping into her again and again. His barbarian instincts had kicked in and now there was nothing in the world to him but his rigid cock and the beautiful woman it was dominating. Airi grasped his brown curls of hair up in her arms and pushed his face into her breast. She would smother him in boobs and never let her little master with the big cock out of her sights again.

As he pounded in more, the girl was driven to panting his name on each thrust.
“Rana... Rana... Rana”
His hammering thrusts grew frantic. He was giving everything his smaller frame could manage, but still couldn't erupt in the girl until her magic let him. Being denied now flipped a switch in the boy. His berserker rage gave him a wild manly strength. He lifted her legs with his arms, pinning them up behind her head. Her gorgeous features were set against the black stockings and she was bent to her limits of flexibility. The feeling of losing control to the boy was addictive though and as he pinned her there she came hard, squirting out as he continued his assault.
“Yes that's what you needed, unlock all that power master!”
The kid only let out a primal shout when the magic of the cockring was turned off. She expected him to cum instantly when it was released and flood her with the spunk she needed.

He carried on though, balls hanging low to slap her pert butt on every thrust, their weight a reminder of what she still had coming.
“Beg for it”
Rana's voice was infused with new strength, but he was still trying hard to not cum on his own.
Airi was dumbfounded “What? H-how are you not-”
“Beg you whore”
Somehow through the teasing and magic he was hanging on from cumming, just to make her submit to asking from his thick cock sauce. The power of his heritage was incredible.

“Please fill your onahole maid up with your virile seed. I'm just a horny maid who lives to suck and fuck her young master and I don't care who knows. I'm a stupid slut for dick and yours is the absolute best. I need it's lifeforce. I call it lifeforce but it's really just cum. I need your cum to live Rana, now feed my hungry pussy!”
Clearly finding her devotion adequate, Rana let out a great yell, followed by a shuddering moan as his pipe laid spurt after spurt of hot jizz into Airi. She came alongside, each new gush of semen setting off a mini-orgasm inside her. She felt them all build and sweep through her and fell into paradise. Rana's form went rigid at full hilt inside her and the feeling of marking his woman was like heaven.

The debauchery continued into the night with hours of fucking with a few minutes of sleep between sessions. Airi's dedication never faltered as she wrung load after load from the shota and his stamina was kept up by his own berserker strength. He took power from it, just as she took energy from his hot semen and together they lasted till the early hours of the morning, barely even tired from their sex marathon.

Cattleya had diplomatically decided to ignore the loud and constant sounds from their bedroom. Instead in the morning she greeted the couple with a smile as they geared up with equipment and breakfasted at the smithy for what could be the last time for a while.

When the pair were ready a tearful Cattleya and a stoic Owen saw them off as they took their first steps out into a new adventure and a journey that would take them into the desert lands.
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