"I... I can’t help it, my lord..." she whispered, his voice hoarse and embarrassed. "It feels... too much..."
Julian paid no attention to her words.
Without pause, he scooped another spoonful of the warm soup and deliberately poured it over her chest again.
Sera’s voice rang out louder this ti.
"Ahhn...!"
Her head tilted back slightly as Julian imdiately leaned in, diving back into her cleavage.
"Mmmph... haa... my lord...!"
With each new pour and each return of his mouth, her moans grew more frequent and less controlled. Her hands, which had been flailing uselessly at her sides, clenched and unclenched as waves of unwanted heat spread through her body.
As ti passed, the embarrassnt and sha gradually loosened their grip on her. The storm of emotions that had clouded her thoughts began to settle, allowing her breathing to steady and her senses to sharpen once more.
He’s so interested... she thought, watching him devour the soup from her chest with clear hunger. He’s making the first move on his own this ti.
A dangerous idea flickered in her mind.
Should I push further? Maybe... I can use this mont to drain information from him.
But the mont the thought ford, goosebumps prickled across her skin. The mory of their previous encounter surfaced with unsettling clarity.
He had taken what he wanted without hesitation, leaving no room for resistance. He had seen through her intentions almost instantly, stripping away any illusion of control.
More than anything, it was a reminder of just how dangerous and perceptive he truly was.
He’ll latch onto it imdiately, she warned herself. He’s not like the others. One wrong move and he’ll know exactly what I’m trying to do.
She remained silent for a few more monts, letting Julian continue his feast. His tongue moved languidly between her breasts, licking every trace of the soup, occasionally brushing dangerously close to her hardened nipples through the soaked fabric.
Then, finally, as if steeling her resolve, Sera made her decision.
She took a shaky breath and slowly leaned forward. Her hands, which had been flailing at her sides, moved intentionally and rested on Julian’s chest.
There was no particular reaction from him. He simply continued licking her cleavage as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Encouraged by his lack of resistance, Sera grew bolder.
Her hands slowly trailed downward, her fingertips gliding over the hardened planes of his abdon. She paused there for a mont, feeling the hard ridges of his abs beneath the thin shirt.
Julian finally lifted his head slightly. He looked at her with calm, unreadable eyes, but he didn’t stop her.
Sera’s heart pounded wildly in her chest. She knew she was walking a very thin line. One wrong move and this could end badly for her.
Still, she continued.
Her fingers traced lower, brushing just above the waistband of his pants. Her voice ca out soft, breathy, and unusually submissive.
"My lord... if you want more than just the soup... I can give it to you," she whispered, her fingers trembling against his skin. "Anything you desire."
She leaned in closer, her wet, glistening cleavage pressing lightly against his chest as she waited for his response.
The warmth of her body and the faint herbal scent mixed with her own skin filled the small space between them.
Julian smiled.
He had been waiting for her to make the first real move.
After thinking for a long ti, he had decided he was particularly interested in his "sister" Vanessa. Since she was clearly using Sera as her instrunt, he might as well play along with their little ga. It could prove useful.
He slowly pulled back and leaned against the pillows, his eyes still locked onto the maid.
Sera shifted uncomfortably under that gaze. The hunger and calculation behind his eyes made her stomach tighten. She suddenly felt far more exposed than when he had been licking soup from her chest.
"Sera... what can you do for today?"
Julian’s voice ca out low and smooth.
Sera imdiately replied, her voice soft but eager to please.
"Anything you desire, my lord. You just na it."
Julian chuckled quietly,
"Are you that devoted?"
Sera smiled, though it was a nervous, slightly shaky smile. Her hands finally moved downward with deliberate slowness until they reached the growing bulge in his pants. She squeezed it gently through the fabric, feeling its heat and hardness.
"Yes, my lord," she whispered, her fingers giving another light squeeze. "I want to show you my devotion."
Julian’s eyes darkened with interest as he watched her.
He didn’t stop her. Instead, he leaned back more comfortably against the pillows, giving her better access.
"Then show ," he said calmly. "Show exactly how devoted you can be."
Sera’s heart pounded. She knew this was the mont. Vanessa had ordered her to get close, to gain his trust, to extract information. But right now, with his intense gaze on her and his hardness twitching under her palm, it was hard to rember her mission clearly.
She swallowed hard and nodded.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she untied the front of his trousers and pulled it open. His thick, already hardening cock sprang free and imdiately the salty, slightly musky scent escaped free.
Her eyes widened for a mont at the sight. She still rembered how difficult it had been to take him last ti.
She wrapped both hands around his length, feeling its heat and weight. Slowly, she began to stroke him from base to tip.
"Is this... good, my lord?" she asked softly, her voice breathy.
Julian didn’t answer with words. He simply watched her with that sa unreadable expression, one hand resting lazily on the back of her head, his fingers threading lightly through her blonde hair.
Encouraged, Sera leaned down. Her breasts, still glistening with remnants of the soup, pressed against his thighs as she brought her mouth closer. She started with soft, tentative kisses along the underside of his shaft, then dragged her warm tongue from base to tip in one long, slow lick.
"Mmm..." she humd softly, the vibration traveling through his cock.
She opened her mouth and took the head between her lips, sucking gently at first. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive tip, tasting the bead of precum that had ford there.
Julian’s fingers tightened slightly in her hair, but he didn’t force her. He let her set the pace for now, observing every movent.
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