'What a wonderful sight.'
"No, your technique is excellent. Keep going."
"Yes, my lord."
Mephit served the Monarch according to her own desires. From behind, she pressed her hands against Westheid's chest and gently blew into his ear.
"HAAAH... HAAAH... HAAAH..."
Westheid felt an incredible, tingling sensation as the maiden's sweet breath, warm and moist, washed over him.
'She's good. Very good.'
"Hss—who taught you this?"
"The Elves in the Royal Court. When they heard I was assigned to serve you personally, they taught me these techniques."
Mephit smiled and said,
"My reward is to put in a good word for them with you. When it comes to such clever and intimate techniques, they are far more knowledgeable. Still, it's wonderful that Your Majesty enjoys it. They're ready for an introduction whenever you wish. Would you like to meet them?"
Westheid nodded. "If they hold important enough positions, then yes."
