Out of the Vault Into a Golden Morning 2 (Patreon)

Considering how things have been for me the last two years, in retrospect I probably should have expected my self control to snap like it did. Not even an hour after Taylor had woken up, she was on her knees in front of me, gazing up at me adoringly, my cock out and being stroked by her spit slicked hand.

“Master, may I pleasure you?” she asked softly, her hand gently caressing along its length. “I would do anything for you, Sir.”

“You may,” I said, looking into her big, brown eyes. “Start by licking.”

She immediately took my member into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it, her cheeks bulging with each deep suckle. The sight alone was making my balls ache, but if I wanted to avoid premature ejaculation I needed to take this slow. So instead of thrusting, I reached down and ran my hands across her head, looking forward to the hair that her narration had been so proud of to grow back. Her scalp was currently smooth, and felt a little strange.

Dismissing that thought for now, I focused instead on how her mouth felt. She had a firm grip on me as she worked me over, her lips pressing tight against the base of my shaft as she slid them up and down. Her pace was steady, and while not terribly fast, it was plenty good enough for getting me off. And I was definitely doing that, her soft, feminine lips and wet tongue teasing me mercilessly. My hips began to move of their own accord, pushing into her face, but I managed to hold myself back. I was enjoying this too much to rush it.

After a minute or two of her expert attention, I threw my head back as she pushed her head further down, taking me down to the root. I shuddered as she sucked me off, her warm breath washing over me. She was so good at this, her tongue moving in concert with her sucking, her saliva mixing with my precum as it spilled out. Holding herself against my hips, I felt her take a deep breath through her nose, before her tongue pressed against the bottom of my cock and a loud, wet gagging sound filled the hallway we were in.

“Hlgk, hlgk, hlgk,” Taylor choked herself on my cock, pulling it out of her mouth and gasping for air, causing another rush of precum to leak out before she could stop it.

Her eyes opened wide, her cheeks puffed out as she struggled to breathe properly, then her throat relaxed again. After a moment of recovery she looked up at me, her face an expression of sheer worship, despite the tears running from her eyes and her red face.

“How do you feel? Are you alright?” I asked.

“Oh, Master, I am fine! Just… overwhelmed, is all. This feels so good, so perfect. Thank you, thank you, Master,” she said, her eyes half lidded.

“No, don't thank me yet. You're only halfway there. Now, I want you to keep going, I told you to get me off, remember?”

Taylor nodded, her head moving slowly as she resumed licking my cock. Once she was sure that I was still hard, she resumed her work with renewed enthusiasm. She slurped and licked at the underside of my cock, occasionally pausing to kiss the tip or tease my sack with her long fingers. Each time she did, she let out a small moan.

The sounds were driving me crazy, my body reacting, my hips starting to buck wildly against her mouth, only barely restrained by my own will. I wasn't even trying to control it any longer; I'd given up on that when she started choking herself. If she kept this up, I was going to come in her mouth anyway, so why not enjoy it?

As she continued to maul my dick with her talented mouth, I leaned back against the wall, my legs spread out to give her more room to work. She responded by leaning forward, giving me access to her breasts. They were small and perky, maybe a handful. Still, they were soft and bouncy, and the sight of them swaying as she moved made my breathing deepen.

Taylor was quick to notice the change in my expression, and wasted no time in opening her maid shirt, throwing it aside. As it hit the ground, she leaned forward and gave her tits a few gentle kneads, and then began tugging at her bra. She then tossed it to the side, before taking a deep breath and turning us around, so that her back was against the wall.

“Sir, please use me,” she begged, “anything you can do, any desire your heart wishes, use my body to satisfy it.”

Yeah, there was no way I could resist that. Not after hearing what she'd just said. I put my cock back to her lips, and told her, “You are going to stay put as I fuck your face. I want you to make this as wet and sloppy as you can. If by the time I cum there isn’t a mess of your saliva along your front, you will be punished.”

As she opened her mouth to respond, I slid in. Her tongue immediately wrapped itself around my shaft, making me grit my teeth in pleasure. I thrust into her, my hands grabbing either side of her head as I took her mouth in return. The combination of her smooth head and her warm mouth made me lose my mind, my orgasm rushing closer with each passing second. Every time I thought I couldn't possibly get anymore excited, something else would happen. My hips bucked against her, my cock hitting the back of her throat every time.

She didn't seem bothered by it, though. In fact, she seemed to like it. She moaned and gasped as I fucked her face, her eyes growing heavy with lust. There was nothing sexual about this right now, just pure animalistic need. I lost myself in the sensations, pushing deeper into her mouth as I felt her throat constrict around me.

This whole experience had been unlike anything I'd ever experienced, and I knew it wouldn't be over until I came. That realization sent me flying toward the edge, and as much as I tried to slow down my pace, I couldn't. It was all happening too fast, and I was getting carried away. I pulled out of her mouth, holding my dick firmly in place, and forced one last push inside. Taylor's eyes rolled back in her head as I bottomed out, a small groan escaping her as I left her sore throat. I held my dick there for a moment, savoring the feeling of her muscles squeezing around me, before I began to pull back.

I watched as she gagged slightly, her hand reaching up to cover her mouth as she coughed. While she recovered, I knelt down, slipped my arms under her knees and lifted them, spreading her legs wide apart and lifting her up against the wall so that I could thrust fully into her. She shuddered, gripping my wrist as I pushed into her.

“Master,” she gasped. “Fuck me, fuck your slutty maid.”

That was all the encouragement I needed. I slammed my hips forward, burying my dick into her depths once again, eliciting another gasp from her. I hammered into her, and she let out a high pitched yelp, wrapping her arm around my neck as we rocked together. Her breasts bounced wildly, slamming against my chest with each impact. I reached down to grab one of her dancing nipples between two fingers, pinching it lightly while simultaneously pulling on the other. She let out a muffled cry as she grabbed onto my wrists, her legs tightening around my waist, still trying to catch her breath.

Her body began to shudder violently as she neared climax, her voice growing raspy and hoarse. Her pussy clenched around my dick like a fist, not allowing it to go anywhere but inside. I was sure that if I hadn't been holding her in place, she would have fallen straight off the wall. More than that, she was very much not quiet about her appreciation of what I was doing to her.

“Master! I'm ready, give it to me...please, please...give me what I deserve..."

The words sent me over the edge, and I was pounding into her hard, unable to hold back anymore. She hit her peak first, her mouth dropping open, her eyes rolling into the back of her head, and her body tensing up. Just as I felt myself nearing the point of no return, I felt her tighten her grip around my cock, her pussy doing its best to milk my cum out of me.

“I...I...I'm coming, master!” she cried, her body trembling as she struggled to hold herself upright.

I gritted my teeth, my own climax rushing through me. With a bellowing roar, I released into her, filling her womb with hot jizz. Taylor screamed even louder as I emptied myself, her body shaking as she tried to keep herself from falling. I managed to keep her in place for the rest of it, bending my knees to support her weight.

My orgasm subsided, and her legs slowly relaxed, leaving me leaning against the wall with her limp and pinned between me and the metal. We were both breathing heavily, sweat dripping down our bodies. I looked down at her and noticed that she had turned her head to look at me, her eyes glowing with ecstasy. A satisfied smile spread across my face, and I leaned down to plant a soft kiss on her forehead.

“You're a good little cumslut, aren't you? You like having my cum inside you, don't you?” I asked.

Taylor nodded, biting her lip as she smiled up at me, “Yes, yes, I love it. Please use me whenever you want, I'll do anything for you.”

I chuckled, letting out a deep sigh. "Of course I will.”

It wasn't long after that before I was able to set Taylor free of her maid outfit, which she clung to her front as if it were an old friend. She walked around naked for a bit, then took a shower and went back into the bedroom, where I found her snuggling up under the covers.

Chuckling, I looked at her with a soft smile on my face. I found myself considering the possibility of having a child with her, of watching her stomach swell as our child grew within her. The thought made my cock twitch, but it was something to think about more fully later. Climbing into bed behind her, I gently kissed her cheek as I wrapped my arms around her. My hand caressed her breast as I whispered into her ear, whispering my last words for the day.

“Sweet dreams, my beautiful maid. Sleep well.”

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After spending the night curled up next to Taylor, I woke to find her gone. I got up and headed downstairs, and saw her standing outside the living room door, dressed in a black maid's uniform. A proper one, not the slutty version that Obby had provided to her the day before. Her posture was impeccable, no trace of yesterday's activities to be seen. She was clearly waiting for someone. I approached her quietly, and she gave me a shy glance, looking away quickly when I caught her eye.

“Good morning sir,” she greeted me primly. “Would you like coffee with your breakfast this morning?”

I couldn't help but smirk at how formal she was acting. It almost sounded like she was trying to hide her arousal. I nodded towards the door, and she walked over to it, opening it carefully and stepping aside so I could enter.

“Coffee sounds good,” I said as I entered the dining hall. “Make sure to bring yourself something to eat as well. There are important matters to discuss between the two of us.”

“If that is your desire sir,” she said with a nod, making her way to the kitchen.

She returned a few minutes later, balancing two trays on her left arm. To my pleasant surprise, she placed both of them on the table smoothly, despite her right arm missing at the elbow.

“There you go sir,” she said softly.

I sat on my chair and took a sip of my drink, savoring the rich flavor as I looked down at the food on the table. It was a basic American breakfast: eggs, bacon, and hashbrowns. That wasn't what my main focus was on though, it was Taylor. She sat across from me, keeping her head down, not touching her own food in front of her.

Taking a bite of bacon, I took a moment to enjoy it before speaking, “From what I understand, Obby had to remove a significant amount of brain tissue. To your knowledge, how has it affected you?”

“Sir, compared to my memories, my power appears unaffected,” she answered, taking her fork in hand, nervousness in her body language making me raise an eyebrow.

“‘Compared to your memories’?” I asked, seeing her swallow nervously.

“I remember the Battle against Leviathan clearly, along with everything leading up to it,” she answered, making my eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “After that… something about the Slaughterhouse Nine, seeing Alexandria in person, a mass of flesh with a woman’s body growing out of it, flashes and fragments of memory, and none of them are complete.”

Nearly two years missing… I had no idea if that would be good for me or bad for me. Still, the fact that her power was back to just bugs was probably for the best, given how going Khepri had fucked her mind over so badly it practically turned her into whatshisname from Of Mice and Men. Still, I set that thought aside, instead focusing on plans for the future.

“Taylor,” I said, getting her attention. “I want you to consider the question I am about to ask seriously. Do not answer based on what you think I want. If you do that, I will be very disappointed in you. Understand?”

“Yes sir,” she answered.

“Would you like to be a mother?” I asked, with the subtlety of a hippo with a hemorrhoid.