Chapter 2: ...leads to a boring morning.
After the pleasant wake up call, Corantin closed his eyes to calm his remaining urges while the beauty at his groin left the bed. As he rose, he looked at Emily. She was smaller than him at about 150 centimeters. She had brown hairs kept in in a braid tied in a bun and a maid headdress leaving a hair strand flow on each side of her face. He had noticed her hair coming undone during the deep throating, but it was now back to its well-kept state. Corantin would have wondered how she had done her hair twice already this morning, if he did not know she had used a spell to reform them after it got messy. As she walked away from the bed her massive ass bounced, involuntarily arousing Corantin anew, thanks to the seductive gait practiced until it became natural. She grabbed the clothes she prepared before waking him up and turned toward him swaying her generous boobs. Back at his side she quickly helped him get dressed keeping a professional face, the previously promiscuous maid seeming like something Corantin dreamt of. Once he was dressed, the young lord looked at Emily and saw, for an instant, in her brown eyes, hints of desire. But unfortunately for him, it disappeared, as quickly as it came, from her silent, deadpan face signifying the end of their indulgence time.
He headed to the dining room where other, more conventional, servants were waiting with his breakfast. As he was leisurely enjoying his food, Emily left the room briefly and came back with a sheet of paper. On it was written the young lord schedule for the day. It was augured to be boring. Nothing out of the ordinary planned; a few petitioners, administrative papers to review and observing the fresh recruits' progress. Well maybe he could take advantage of this mundane schedule to have some more fun with Emi as he did not feel satisfied after the previous night "fun" nor from the morning blowjob she gave him earlier.
"Master, I hope you don't plan to skip on the paperwork again today? After yesterday, you cannot postpone these documents anymore or it could spell trouble. Mr. Damien was firm on this. They must be signed off before dusk."
To this Corantin cursed inwardly. Damien was an old clerk that had served Corantin family since his father had himself recently taken the position of lord. As such, paired with Corantin inexperience, he held high authority and could dictate his master to a point. Therefore, he could not ignore the clerk words.
Struck unable to find a way to satisfy his urges he retorted teasingly to his naughty maid, "Yet yesterday when I pushed you down, I didn't hear any complaint about needing to finish this work."
"Uuh, master," Emily responded suddenly beef red, "Mr. Damien scolded me harshly for not reminding you how important these papers documents yesterday. I'm not going to let you postpone them any longer."
Even with this reply, Corantin felt like if he examined her crack, he would find it already flooded even with all her training to withstand the constant arousal of her magically remodeled body.
"But...but master, if you can finish the paperwork and audiences before it is time to inspect the training ground, we could do some exercise, and no one would have a reason to oppose it."
