"So, Mr. Webb, while I would love to fondle around with you, there are more pressing matters at hand," Mrs. Foxwell said, placing a hand on her chest as if to calm her own excitement.
"You see, when the academy chooses their candidates, they tend to favor those with certain bloodlines. Take your sister Morgana, for example. While her methods are frowned upon by the prudes in this kingdom, her results are excellent. Being one of the few people in the nation who can read fate threads, her skill set is highly sought after. Especially since her mind matches her bloodline, making her the only Webb to ever escape House Watchers."
She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against the desk.
"But you, Arthur Webb... you're far more interesting to me."
Arthur pointed at himself, puzzled. "Me?"
"Well of course. Who else would I be talking about?" She stood from her seat, walking around her office to tidy the books on her shelf, books that had shifted during her previous... endeavor.
Ignoring the mess, she turned back to Arthur.
"Your siblings each have variations of your parents' bloodlines, but those variations are diluted. Rowan, Thea, and Alaric inherited variations of your father's Webb bloodline. Morgana, Bastian, and Dorian carry your mother's Fate bloodline." She paused, letting that sink in. "But none of them are children of both your parents."
She walked toward him, her heels clicking against the floor.
"That makes their bloodlines diversified and specialized into other areas of expertise. Each one holds a slice of the cake, so to speak." She stopped in front of him. "None of them have the whole."
She stood over him now, her chest deliberately blocking his vision as she looked down.
"But you, Arthur? You're the only child conceived from both Baron Aldric Webb and Lady Merry Fate-Webb. Which means your bloodline is the only one that carries the full, undiluted Webb inheritance."
She grabbed his chin, tilting his face up to meet her eyes. Her tongue traced her lips slowly, like she was looking at a dessert she'd been denied for far too long.
"And I happen to be very interested in Taboo bloodlines, especially pure ones."
Arthur, forced to look at her, couldn't help but flash a worried expression. "And how do you plan to study my bloodline?" he asked, trying to stay composed.
Releasing his chin, she took a step back, her face turning wicked. "The same way I study all Taboo bloodlines, by using my own."
Walking over to the door behind Arthur and Mira, he watched how her hips swayed with each step. The movement was rather hypnotic and deliberate , as her ass moved beneath the fabric of her dress like it had a mind of its own. Each cheek rising and falling in a rhythm that made his mouth go dry.
The lock turned with a decisive click.
'Damn, what a fat ass.' Arthur's eyes traced the curve from her lower back to where her dress clung to those generous hips. 'Wait—did she just lock the door?'
Panic started to flood his mind as a foreboding feeling grew.
"You see, Arthur, my bloodline is just as taboo as yours, only much less known." She turned to face him, and the movement made her breasts shift beneath the generous boob window of her dress. "The Foxwell family has served the kingdom for over a thousand years, using our gift to help Luminara understand bloodlines that others won't touch."
She walked toward him slowly, each step deliberate, her heels clicking against the floor.
However much Arthur tried to focus on the fact that she lock the door he couldn't help have his mind wander.
'She's built like the sin of lust,' Arthur thought, his eyes drinking in every detail. Auburn hair cascading over her shoulders. Hazel eyes that seemed to see right through him. That dress, cut to show just enough to drive a man insane without giving everything away. The swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips.
She was a MILF in every sense of the word. The kind of woman who knew exactly what she was doing to him.
'Maybe I would like that…' The thought echos out in his mind as he gets lost in her.
"However, our methods are rather... crude in the eyes of nobles." Bringing him back from his day dream she walks on over to him, her voice dropping lower, more intimate.
'Wait, don't tell me—'
"Through sex, I can figure out everything about a person's bloodline." She stopped directly in front of him. "The more intimate the encounter, the more climaxes I experience, the more I learn."
Her hand reached out, fingers trailing along his jaw before gripping his chin.
"The deeper I go, the more secrets I uncover." Her other hand dropped to his crotch, palming him through his pants. "Things even the bloodline's owner doesn't know."
Arthur's breath caught. Her touch was confident, experienced with nothing shy or hesitant about it. She knew exactly what she was doing to him.
"However, if you choose to ignore my advances, I'm sadly going to have to make you leave the academy. Rules are rules." She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered. "Though I don't think your choice is very hard, is it?"
A chill ran down his spine not from fear, but from anticipation.
She pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, her grin wicked as his cock stood tall and rigid in his pants, straining against the fabric. His face flushed.
"Not really," he replied, his voice rougher than intended. He was trying to hold himself back from grabbing her dress and freeing those perfect breasts that teased him at eye level.
'Focus, Arthur. Don't let her see how much control she has.'
But it was too late. She already knew.
"Good. Because I wasn't really going to give you much of a choice anyway."
She closed the distance, her lips meeting his in a kiss that was anything but gentle. Her tongue invaded his mouth with the skill of someone who'd done this a thousand times before, confident, and demanding, taking exactly what she wanted.
The taste of cherries flooded his senses. Her lips were soft and full, and the way she worked her tongue against his made his cock throb in her hand.
Arthur's resolve crumbled. He kissed her back just as fiercely, one hand moving to her waist while the other reached back, seeking that perfect ass he'd been staring at.
His fingers barely brushed the fabric before she pulled back, breaking the kiss with a wet sound.
"Now, now don't get ahead of yourself, mister." Her eyes gleamed with amusement. "You need to leave some for your maid."
Arthur blinked, confused. "What?"
Mrs. Foxwell turned her attention to where Mira sat beside Arthur in the chair, her smile turning predatory.
"What, you think your maid can skip out on the fun?" She gestured for Mira to come closer. "Come here, darling. I already know you're soaking wet, I can practically smell it from here. How about you help momma please your man?"
Arthur's gaze snapped to Mira.
She stood frozen, her dark eyes wide, her hands clasped in front of her in that perfect maid's posture. But Mrs. Foxwell was right, Mira's face was flushed, her breathing slightly faster than normal, and through the mark Arthur could feel how she became more aroused watching them.
'What happened to the girl upset at me teasing her about sharing me with other girls.' Arthur slightly shakes his head at her antics.
Ignoring his head shake, Mira's eyes met his, and in them, he saw the question she couldn't voice aloud.
Do you want me to?
Is this an order, Master?
Or is this a choice?
Arthur held her gaze for a long moment. Then he nodded.
Permission granted.
Mira's composure cracked just slightly, a flash of hunger in her eyes. However as she stood up that obedient maid returned as she stepped forward.
But her movements betrayed her as the sway of her hips, and the way her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for the hem of her skirt seem to say that this isn't duty. No, it's desire.
She stopped behind Mrs. Foxwell, her small frame dwarfed by the older woman's height and curves. For a moment, Mira just stared, her eyes roaming over Mrs. Foxwell's backside like she was admiring a work of art.
Then her hands moved.
Mira grabbed a handful of Mrs. Foxwell's plump ass, her fingers sinking into the soft flesh, and gave it a firm squeeze. Her eyes found Arthur's, and she smiled a wicked, hungry smile that made his cock twitch.
'There's my girl.'
"Mmm, eager little thing, aren't you?" Mrs. Foxwell purred, arching her back slightly to press her ass more firmly into Mira's hands.
Mira didn't respond with words. Instead, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her own panties and slid them down her legs, stepping out of them and kicking them aside. The movement is deliberate, and sensual adding to Arthur's pleasure.
Standing there bare under her skirt her pussy glistened, already wet and ready for what is to come.
'What a dirty little maid I have.' Arthur muses as he watches Mira prepare her meal. Having a hard time focusing on two things as Mrs. Foxwell continues to ravage his mouth.
Mira's hands returned to Mrs. Foxwell, this time reaching for the hem of her dress. She pushed the fabric up slowly, revealing inch by inch smooth thighs, the curve of her ass, black lace panties that barely covered anything.
Mrs. Foxwell hummed in approval, continuing to kiss Arthur while Mira worked behind her.
Mira hooked her fingers into the waistband of Mrs. Foxwell's panties and pulled them aside, exposing her pink slit. For a moment, she just stared, her breathing quickening.
Then she dropped to her knees.
Arthur watched over Mrs. Foxwell's shoulder as Mira leaned in, her tongue extending to taste the professor's pussy. The first lick was slow, deliberate starting from the top and dragging all the way down to her clit.
"Mmh," Mrs. Foxwell moaned into Arthur's mouth, her body shivering. "Baby, you've been trained very well."
Mira didn't respond. She was too focused, too lost in her task. Her tongue worked with the same skill and devotion she used on Arthur's cock, licking, sucking, teasing. She gripped Mrs. Foxwell's ass cheeks, spreading them slightly to get better access, her face buried between the professor's thighs.
Arthur felt Mrs. Foxwell's hand tighten on his cock, her kiss becoming more aggressive, more demanding. She was grinding back against Mira's face, her breath coming in shorter gasps.
"That's it, baby," Mrs. Foxwell breathed against Arthur's lips. "Show your master how good you are. Make momma feel good."
Mira's response was a muffled moan, the vibration making Mrs. Foxwell's hips buck.
Arthur's mind raced. 'This is insane. My maid is eating out my professor while said professor has her hand on my cock.'
But his body didn't care about the insanity of it. His cock was rock hard, throbbing in Mrs. Foxwell's grip, and watching Mira's tongue work between those thick thighs was one of the hottest things he'd ever seen.
Mrs. Foxwell broke the kiss, her lips trailing down to his neck.
"Let's get you out of these clothes, shall we?" she whispered, her fingers already working at his belt.
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