He opened his eyes and took a slow sip of his tea.
"I'll need to take care of this if I wish to make it to the academy on time," Arthur said as he looked down at his cock, rock hard from watching Mira.
Shifting himself in his pants, he made his way back into the manor, passing by other guards and maids that littered the estate.
As he made his way back to his room, Arthur caught himself taking in the manor with nostalgia—something he didn't think would happen. His whole life he'd known that at 18 he would have to leave for the academy. His new home for six years.
"At least I'll be able to take one part of home with me," he whispered as he walked into his room where awaiting him was Mira, diligently cleaning.
"Hello, Master. All your bags are prepared and ready to go. We're just waiting on you choosing the final things to make the trip," Mira said as she slightly bowed to Arthur.
"Would you like me to also draw a bath for you, Master, while you pack your things?"
"Yes, that would be excellent," Arthur said as he gathered the personal things he wished to take.
From books to pens to his very own tea cup set, Arthur packed it all neatly into a large briefcase.
"Best to take 'that,'" Arthur said as he grabbed a worn book, one with many tabs and markings for pages. The title read: Vexing and Hex — The Ground Between Demons and Angels.
"If I want to help Father, I'll have to master this," Arthur said as he tightened his fist in anger.
"Master, your bath is ready," Mira said, waking Arthur from his thoughts.
"Very well. Please join me then, Mira," Arthur said as he walked off toward the baths.
The baths of the Webb manor weren't anything grand, just a simple stone room tucked into the ground floor of the manor. The main tub, cut from mountain rock, was fed warm water from the local hot springs that ran beneath the mountains due to the Fire Spirit that ruled the underground of the area.
Stepping inside, Arthur began to unbutton his shirt and pants.
"Close the door, won't you, Mira," Arthur said.
Following a click of the latch, the bath fell silent as Mira stood by the door, her hands folded neatly at her waist with her eyes downcast.
Arthur snorted at Mira. "What great acting. To think you were getting your pussy pounded not too long ago. Now you stand here looking like a proper maid."
"Come here." Arthur waved his hand, pulling Mira toward him.
Standing in front of him, Mira looked like a meek child ready for a scolding.
"It seems you have forgotten how to satisfy your master. Strip," Arthur commanded.
Mira's fingers moved to the buttons of her blouse. In a slow and deliberate manner, she unfastened each button. As the blouse unbuttoned, Arthur took a look at her delicate breasts and soft curves.
Her skirt then followed along with the blouse, dropping to the ground and fully showing his Mark on her womb. It glistened with a glow, the same from when she'd fucked Edric.
Arthur watched as Mira's face became more flushed with each new piece of clothing that touched the ground. The final touch being her white stockings and panties, leaving her fully nude.
"Get in," Arthur said as he himself joined in the bath, the water up to knee length in the shallow area.
Stepping into the tub, her ass bounced up and down along with her breasts, awakening his cock fully.
Her eyes fixed on his magnificent piece. All eight inches stood erect for her. Her composure cracked for just a moment — lips parting, breath catching — the meek maid replaced by something hungrier.
Arthur caught it.
"You like what you see?" he asked, a smirk tugging at his lips.
Mira blinked. The look vanished in an instant, wiped clean and replaced with her practiced servant's expression. Eyes downcast. Hands at her sides.
"I exist only to serve, Master," she said, her voice steady.
But the flush creeping up her neck told a different story.
"What are you waiting for? Perform your duties, slave," Arthur ruthlessly commanded.
The words made Mira shudder in humiliation, leading to a taboo feeling of pleasure — one which Arthur felt himself through the Mark.
Getting on her knees, Mira looked up, enjoying her view. Her master's chiseled face, well-toned body, and most enchanting tool.
Running her tongue along his cock, she licked it like a lollipop, enjoying the taste. Her mouth encapsulated it whole while her tongue licked around the tip, teasing Arthur.
"Mmmm." Arthur groaned in pleasure as the suction force of Mira's mouth was most excellent.
He ran his hand through her dark hair, parting it from her eyes, letting him see her dark brown eyes that seemed to look straight through him.
"That's enough, slave. How about you sit on my lap and do your work, since you'd rather get railed than do your job," Arthur said as he moved to sit down on an indented part of the bath, perfect for sitting.
Yes, Master." Mira strutted her way over like the dirty cock slut she was. Raising herself up, she lowered onto her master's lap, his cock nestled between them.
Her hand guided down, stroking the beast as she closed in, kissing Arthur on the lips. Arthur's hands found Mira's ass as he playfully dug into it, feeling her soft cheeks.
"Stop teasing me already. You know you can't make me come before you, so why don't you get the show on the road and perform your duties, slave," Arthur said as he lifted Mira's butt up into the air, giving her space to move.
"Yes Master."
Grabbing his cock, she guided it as she sat herself down, a small bulge showing on her stomach.
"Agh!" she moaned as a bit over half of his cock reached deep inside her.
Even though this wasn't the first time she'd taken his cock, not many people had such a long and big cock, making it hard for her to get used to. Even though Edric wasn't small, her Master was just so much more.
Slowly but surely, she got into a rhythm, bouncing her ass on his cock — never going the full length, but more than enough for her and him to feel great pleasure.
"What's wrong? Scared to take my full length?" Arthur teased as he pushed Mira down on his cock, hitting her womb.
"Aghh! It's too big!" she moaned as her face turned disastrous from the pleasure. Saliva running down the side of her mouth, her eyes going sideways.
"So tight," Arthur said, enjoying the way each fold of her pussy gripped his cock as he relished in it.
However, even with it going in full length, Mira never stops bouncing. If anything, she seemed to be going even harder, her ass clapping against his thighs. Sounding off like an applause, Mira skillfully maneuvered on his cock, making sure Arthur felt maximum pleasure.
"Master, will you please suck this slave's breasts?" Mira asked as she reached her arms around Arthur, pulling him closer.
"Of course. What kind of master would I be if I didn't enjoy the treat from my slave?" Arthur wrapped his mouth around her breast, sucking on her tit. His tongue danced on it like a drummer pounding his drums.
"Agh! Arthur, keep sucking it like that, please! This filthy slave needs it!" Mira cried as she got closer to coming.
Smack
Smack
Smack
"Arthur, I'm coming!" Mira's body trembled as she squirted all over Arthur's lap.
And through the Mark the feelings of Mira's pleasure overwhelm Arthur who despite trying to hold back came as well, shooting deep inside her.
Spurt
Spurt
For a moment, neither of them moved.
Their breath touched each other as it mixed with the steam hazing the air around them.
Slowly, Mira rolled herself off his lap. His cock slid out of her, leaving a trail of semen dripping from her pussy into the water.
Settling into his side, she curled up against him, her head resting on his chest with her hands tracing his body.
Grabbing her, Arthur pulled her closer, tilting her head toward him. Knowing what he wanted, Mira reached up, giving him a slow and loving kiss. The two enjoyed each other with tender affection — very much different from the way they'd treated each other just moments ago.
Pulling back, Mira let out a satisfied sigh, resting again on his chest.
Arthur, enjoying her presence, looked up at the ceiling with a soft smile.
But no matter how much he wanted to enjoy this moment, his attention was pulled elsewhere.
Closing his eyes, Arthur felt for the Mark on Mira. The essence she had gathered — once sealed away inside her Mark — had opened. Ready to be claimed.
Feeling his connection through the Mark, Arthur slowly took control of the essence inside her.
Like sifting sand through a mesh, he picked through the raw energy — separating what was valuable to him from what wasn't. Two piles formed in his mind. One for him. One for her.
With a thought, he pushed Mira's share into her. The essence flowed through her body, filling her with strength and power. Mira's breath hitched against his chest as she focused on the essence, feeling where it traveled.
Tracking where the essence naturally settles is important, because once Mira begins her own cultivation, it will help her determine the best place to focus. The essence always chooses the optimal location to strengthen the bloodline.
And for Mira, that was her mind. Her bloodline power was mana enhancement, a weak bloodline by noble standards. But with the Mark feeding her essence regularly, even a weak gift could grow teeth.
Arthur felt his own share flow through him next, though not to the same degree Mira had felt hers. A side effect of being the progenitor of the Mark — part of the essence was always consumed just to keep the Mark itself running. The cost of maintaining the bond.
Still, what remained settled into his body. From his chest to his toes, the essence gave him a small but permanent upgrade. Most changes were unnoticeable from a single session, but after doing this for over a year, Arthur had seen real improvement.
His muscle density had increased. His tone had sharpened — leaner, harder, more defined. The kind of body that turned heads without looking like he'd spent hours training for it.
'Damn bloodline only improving my body but won't even touch my mana. Figures — the only thing it knows how to do is make me better in bed.'
Arthur opened his eyes to find Mira looking up at him.
"Master, thank you for the kind gift to this lowly slave," Mira purred in his ear, her face still flushed red.
"Of course — how could I not help my most valuable treasure?" Arthur smiled down at her, brushing a strand of dark hair from her face.
"Though now that we're done, you can drop the 'Master' thing, Mira. Especially when it's just the two of us." He said it with a sigh, like a man bringing up an argument he'd already lost a dozen times.
Mira's smile faded. She pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes.
"I told you, Arthur. Stop bringing this up." Her voice was quiet but firm. "When I chose to be your woman — through rough and thin — I knew the risks that came with loving a Webb man. I understand that our relationship isn't exactly what you wanted for me. But if you're going to use your bloodline, you know the best way for the Mark to work is to fulfill my deepest desire."
"But…"
"Sshh You know I told you not to bring this up anymore it is a final decision Arthur." Mira places her finger on Arthur's lips silencing him.
Arthur stared at her for a long moment. Then he exhaled through his nose — a slow, deliberate breath — and kissed her finger.
"Fine," he said quietly. "But if you ever want me to stop — any of it — you tell me. Not as my maid. Not as my marked. As Mira. You tell me, and it stops."
Mira held his gaze. Then her smile returned — softer this time, genuine.
"I will, Master."
Arthur groaned. "You're impossible."
"And you love it." She leaned up and kissed him — slow at first, then deeper, her fingers sliding up his jaw and into his hair.
Arthur pulled her onto his lap, the water shifting around them. Mira's legs wrapped around his waist, her breath hitching as she settled against him.
"Again?" she whispered against his lips, already rolling her hips.
Arthur's hands found her waist, gripping firm.
"Again."
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