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Ultimately, I decided to play the obedient servant and ask Aria for her opinion. “What do you think the next punishment for our clumsy maid should be, my beautiful princess?” I asked Aria. 

She shivered in excitement even as our unfortunate spy stilled under us. “Well, you have worked hard to prepare her. It’ll be a pity to skip the fun,” Aria whispered, pulling slightly back to allow me to move, but still sitting on her back to keep her from moving. 

Aria’s presence midway made it harder for me to watch our little spy, so I telekinetically moved a mirror. Our spy didn’t react, which was evidence of the confusion she had reached. I hadn’t kept the spell particularly subtle, and expected her to react. Yet, she didn’t even register. 

The reason, I understood was when I started watching her face in the mirror. 

She opened her mouth to answer, only to stop with a resigned expression halfway, an expression that repeated several times as I pulled my fingers back. There was no doubt she was seconds away from losing her anal virginity, but her pleasure-addled mind was unable to come up with even a single argument to stop us. 

And, clearly, it wasn’t only the fear of ruining the mission that kept her back. With her eyes bound, she was unable to catch my gaze, but I could easily imagine the helplessness that would have danced in those depths if that hadn’t been the case. 

Altogether, a beautiful attempt to suborn a spy, I thought as I pressed against her puckered hole. “Take a deep breath,” I said mockingly even as I pushed, the crown slowly disappearing despite her tightness. My earlier play with my fingers had worked well to stretch her, but not enough to prevent a cry filled with pain. 

Her hold was tight, but her position didn’t allow me to truly enjoy the perks of her body. So, I gestured for Aria to abandon her seat. She jumped off, her tits swaying beautifully enough to create a temptation to stop what I was doing and focus on them instead. 

She was truly beautiful. 

I didn’t do it, of course, as not only my elven spy had the beauty to rival her, but also broke her strategic priorities. Aria, quick to capture my gaze, sat on a nearby chair and started playing with her tits to give me the visual stimulus I required. 

As I enjoyed that, I jumped behind the couch, carrying our spy with me. “What—“ she gasped at the sudden motion, but I grabbed her hands before she could grab her blindfold. 

Her legs were already trembling, and if she wasn’t holding against the back of the couch, she would have collapsed from the exertion of pleasure. “That’s the other part of your punishment, try to stay on your feet,” I warned her. 

Then, I pushed, deeper and faster than it would have been reasonable under more ordinary circumstances, for which our current situation did not qualify. Not only I was taming a slutty spy, but also I was burning with my own desires. 

I put my hand on her mouth, as a makeshift gag, but my aim was not to silence her. No, I realized that, even as I was pushing into her tightness, she was trying to hold her cries back. I hoped that the presence of my hand would give her an impression of silence and allow her to cry for more. 

I let the temptation to abuse her tightness rule me by pushing it deeper. It was dangerous, but considering not only I was taming a spy, but also had the presence of the greatest healer of the Empire in the room — busy torturing her nipples — I had the luxury of taking risks. 

I kept it inside, allowing her to get used to my raging presence as I drilled her mercilessly. She cried, moaned, and trembled, but overall, took it better than I expected. I decided to push for more, but not by getting even faster. No, brute force, however fun, had its limits. 

Luckily, there were always mental aspects. “It’s the first time you’re taking it in the ass, right,” I whispered, and she stilled. I wondered if my words did so, or if my lips, brushed against her beautiful, pointy ear. The bottom part, to not to reveal I was aware of her true identity, but to tease her with the possibility of being caught. 

The way she shivered against my slamming was beautiful as fear froze her. From the expression of pure dread, it wasn’t hard to deduct she was fearing being caught. Understandable, especially after all her sacrifices to stay concealed. 

“Answer me,” I ordered even as I slapped her ass again, breaking her stillness. 

“Yes,” she nodded, shaking. 

“Yes, what? I want you to answer in a complete sentence. 

“But—“ she started, only to be silenced by a spank to her ass. Her silence stretched for a minute — and several spanks — before she dared to speak again. “It’s my first time … taking it in the ass,” she admitted beautifully. 

“See, was that too hard,” I whispered, once again brushing against her ear, tempted to tease her, the pleasure growing for me as well. Dangerous, but to an acceptable level. “Next question. Are you enjoying your treatment?” 

Her silence stretched for a while more. She was too stressed, I decided. I brought my hand between her legs, and started teasing her core. The first cry that escaped her mouth was a pure surprise, but the following one was pure pleasure.

The double assault worked wonders. 

“Answer me, or I stop,” I threatened her. 

“Yes, I’m enjoying it,” she gasped even as I brought my head down, and started nibbling her neck, her sensitivity incredible. I was fascinated that, at this point, the threat of stopping was much more effective than all the alternatives. 

A fascinating development indeed. Maybe taming her would be easier than I expected. 

My assistance tightened her ass, allowing me to enjoy more as I pushed deep into her tightness mercilessly. 

“Do you want me to fuck your ass even harder, whore,” I asked. A little crasser than I expected, but her reaction to rough treatment suggested that she might react that even more. 

“Yes, sir, fuck me even harder,” she answered, this time the answer coming without a delay. I caught Aria’s gaze, smoldering with pleasure. I could see that she wanted to join, but since she was a sweetie, she didn’t do it without my express permission, limiting herself to enjoying the show. 

I picked up speed, impaling puckered hole repeatedly as her cries rose unbidden, filling the room enough to be glad for our privacy. 

I wished I could see her expression, but her blindfold was still on, blocking her sight. 

“Your maid career is certainly a waste. Maybe you should have been a whore. With this ass—“ I said, stopping to spank her, “you would have made a true fortune.” 

“Yes, sir,” she answered with a moan, her pride forgotten as she was lost in the pleasure.

“Well, maybe you should be my private whore,” I whispered even as my fingers slipped into her core. I was pushing a bit more, but the temptation to go was too hard to ignore. Especially with Aria with one hand between her legs, furiously playing with herself, her moans more than spectacular. “I’m sure I have enough to keep you satisfied.” 

“As you wish, sir,” she moaned, her voice pure pleasure as she tightened around me. It was enough to challenge the last scraps of my resistance, the need for a climax growing more intense in me. My ego didn’t allow me to be the one that got defeated, however, so my fingers started to play even more. 

She started shuddering, her tightness enough to show her explosive climax even without her juices drenching my fingers. I let go, filling her tightness with my seed aggressively — my seed, which was filled with tantric energy to further intensify the pleasure she was getting from the moment, her shudders strong enough to make a weaker woman fade into sleep. 

Still, she wasn’t unaffected. Her legs trembled badly, and she collapsed on the floor, to her knees. I went down with her, keeping my shaft inside as it throbbed, still enhancing her pleasure. 

Soon, her moans turned masterful. Tempted, I leaned forward to tease her ears once more, happy with her sensitivity there. A little post-coital action. 

Too bad I didn’t expect her to lean forward in panic, and suddenly, I found myself playfully biting the pointy part of her ear. She stiffened, much worse than I expected. She had just realized that her disguise was compromised

I fucked up.