A few hours later I slowly opened my eyes, still wrapped in the sweetest afterglow.
The first thing I felt was a warm, incredibly soft mouth gently sucking on my cock — slow, loving pulls mixed with a delicate tongue swirling around the sensitive head, carefully licking away every last trace of dried cum. The gentle suction and silky wetness made my shaft throb and harden instantly, sending lazy waves of pleasure rolling through my body.
Curious, I cracked my eyes open just enough to look down.
It was Liora — the same maid I had fucked senseless in the bathroom earlier. She knelt between my legs with total devotion, eyes half-closed in blissful concentration as she lovingly cleaned my cock with her mouth.
I turned my head sideways. Mira, the other maid who had passed out in the bathing pool, sat right beside me with a gentle, radiant smile. The moment she saw my eyes open, her expression lit up with pure joy.
"Young Master," she whispered warmly, "thank you so much for the premium healing potions…"
Liora slowly released my cock with a wet pop, a thin string of saliva still connecting her swollen lips to the tip. In a husky, grateful voice she murmured, "Yes, Young Master… we didn't know you cared about us that much. To thank you properly, I decided to wake you up with a sweet blowjob."
I simply nodded, still floating in the blissful afterglow.
I sat up slowly, my body still heavy with pleasure. The moment I moved, Liora leaned back and lay flat on the floor like an offering, spreading her legs wide and high. She wore nothing underneath — her smooth, puffy pussy completely exposed and already dripping with fresh arousal.
I leaned forward, lined up the thick head of my cock with her slick entrance, and slid in with one smooth, effortless thrust. She was soaking wet, her tight walls hugging every inch of me like velvet heat. Liora let out a sweet, needy moan that went straight to my balls.
I stayed buried to the hilt inside her for a moment, savoring the warm, pulsing wetness wrapped perfectly around my shaft, her inner walls fluttering greedily.
Then I glanced at Mira. She instantly understood. Crawling forward with eager devotion, she straddled Liora's soft stomach, leaned in close, and wrapped her arms around my neck.
I pulled her tight against me as our mouths crashed together in a deep, hungry kiss — tongues sliding, lips devouring each other with wet, desperate sounds. Only then did I start moving.
I gripped Liora's waist firmly and began thrusting into her with slow, powerful strokes — pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, making her pussy squelch obscenely. All while I made out passionately with Mira right above her, our tongues dancing, her soft breasts pressed against my chest.
The room filled with the lewd sounds of wet flesh slapping, Liora's broken moans, and our messy kisses.
One blissful hour later, I finally stepped out of my room and closed the heavy door behind me with a soft click.
I had changed into a fresh set of elegant yet practical outdoor attire, perfect for venturing out and handling serious work. I adjusted my collar and sleeves neatly, still feeling the pleasant ache in my muscles and the warm, satisfied haze between my legs.
The moment I emerged into the corridor, Reginald stepped forward from the shadows and asked with quiet respect, "Young Master, are you heading out for work?"
I nodded once. "Yes. I'm going now. Let's go."
With that, I began walking. Reginald fell into step right beside me, calm and loyal as ever.
After a few minutes we arrived at a dark, dimly lit corridor deep within the estate. A massive ancient door loomed before us, flanked by two guards.
I cleared my throat. "Ahem… hey, guys. Stop playing hide-and-seek and open the door."
My voice echoed down the hall. No response.
I sighed with mild irritation. "Damn it… where did these guards disappear to?"
I waited a beat, then raised my voice. "You old bastard! Open the damn door already!"
An aged, dignified voice answered from inside: "Alright, you two. Open it."
The moment the command was given, the two guards dissolved their stealth magic. From head to toe they were cloaked in living shadow — slick black uniforms and skin completely swallowed by swirling darkness, leaving only their calm, glowing eyes visible. Not a trace of panic showed in their gaze.
I raised an eyebrow. They slowly heaved the heavy ancient door open.
Before stepping through, I pressed my palm against the side panel. A soft blue light scanned my fingerprint and recorded the exact date and time of entry — all data automatically logged in the Information Gathering and Spy House where I worked.
As I walked inside, I spoke to Reginald without looking back.
"Cut this month's intelligence report on the brothel's top courtesans to these two guards."
Reginald nodded silently.
The moment the words left my mouth, the guards' calm, glowing eyes widened in pure panic. They immediately began pleading, but the heavy door had already swung shut behind me with a deep, final boom.
Inside the vast Information Gathering Hall, we continued walking. At first glance it looked almost identical to a grand library — towering bookshelves lined with ancient tomes, faded maps pinned across stone walls, rows of confidential scrolls, and glowing crystal orbs pulsing with captured secrets. Yet every document here held information powerful enough to topple empires.
The hall stretched on endlessly, but I ignored the scale and headed straight for the specific corridor I needed.
After a few minutes we reached an old, heavy wooden door. I knocked twice and called out, "Grandpa, open up."
From inside came an ancient, gravelly voice. "Door's open. Come in."
I didn't move. "Are you decent in there, Grandpa?"
A soft, breathy female moan answered instead.
I sighed and shrugged. "Of course not…"
We stepped inside.
The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing across rough stone walls. In the center, my grandfather — my real mother's father, the legendary spymaster Lord Valerian Nightshade — had a gorgeous woman bent over his massive oak desk in deep, ruthless doggy-style.
She was a stunning spy in her late thirties: long raven hair cascading down her sweat-glistened back, full crimson lips parted in ecstasy, heavy breasts swaying and bouncing with every powerful thrust, and a thick, juicy ass that jiggled enticingly. Her tight black spy leathers were yanked down to her knees, golden eyes half-lidded in bliss as my grandfather pounded into her from behind without mercy.
The moment we entered, he froze mid-thrust, then slowly pulled out with a wet, obscene sound. Both of them quickly adjusted their clothes — him tucking his still-hard cock away, her pulling up her leathers and smoothing her disheveled hair as if nothing had happened.
I walked straight to the sofa and sat down as if I'd seen nothing unusual.
Reginald stepped forward and spoke in his usual calm, emotionless tone.
"Young Master fucked the fourth wife of the house… and Lady Isolde Ravencrest gave him a handjob during the tea ceremony."
Grandpa's sharp eyes narrowed in understanding. He turned to the beautiful spy, who was still flushed and breathing hard.
"Block every trace of this information. Now."
She nodded respectfully, bowed low — giving one last teasing view of her deep, heaving cleavage — and melted into the shadows, disappearing completely without a sound.