A Young Kings Lust

First story i've done in a long time, wrote this up in only a few minutes.

Re Edit: This was meant to be a very quick story to test the waters. Kindly edited to provide peace of mind to the editors.

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Quinn [18 YEARS OLD!] always had a lust for women deep down inside him, almost every man in the world would receive the burden of such from puberty, and then it's up to them whether-or-not they act upon their impulses or remain virtuous until the correct time reveals itself. Quinn fostered a lust which was mountains heavier than that of your average man deep inside, but always prided himself on the politeness required in his noble position and in keeping the willpower required to save himself for his eventual betrothed. This world sized cork, this lid, this... dam, was destroyed when his spy handler came to him with information that his eventually to be betrothed [ALSO 18 YEARS OLD!] had an incredible number of affairs.

The first signs of the flood began soon after a royal meeting with a good deal of the kingdom's high nobility, Quinn had arranged a few details before-hand to get what he wanted after the meeting and noticed his instructions to his staff falling into place. His royal guard [25-40 YEARS OLD!] were occupied with escorting the nobles to their accommodations for the night, his personal cohort [30-40 YEARS OLD!] was to guard the outer doors to ensure nobody else came in, and the final maid that was to clean up the few remaining scraps was still inside, not a minute from finishing her duties. He chose her because for years he had noticed her taking peeks at him whenever she got the chance, she had even been so comfortable as to make a suggestive joke to him once or twice.

Quinn scooted his chair back a fair distance from the dining table, and quickly studied his maid, trying to will himself into action. She was in her early 30s [32 YEARS OLD!], but still had the brightness of well-kept youth, she stood easily a hand's height above your average man, had raven colored hair, incredibly dark eyes and the figure of a lean tavern maid. Her hair was kept in a ponytail to keep her hair from bothering her during her work, and she wore the very typical black and white garb of a high noble family's maid staff. After a few long moments, he finally decided to act.

"Elia..." Quinn said, in a stern yet hesitant tone "...come here".

Elia placed the cutlery she had been gathering onto a nearby plate and quickly followed her king's orders, giving him a quick smile.

"Elia..." Quinn started in the same tone "...kneel in front of me. On both of your knees." Afterwards he placed his chair's cushion on the ground in front of him.

Elia would have dropped the cutlery she had been gathering if she had not set it down, and then her mind went blank for just a moment. Once her mind began working again, her heart started to race and she gave him a small, soft, almost innocent smile, as if she had no idea what this was about, and that she was worried. After a short moment, she obeyed her king's command, keeling in front of him as he sat in his chair, trying out her best impression of a confused yet obedient servant.

"Elia... service your king." Ordered Quinn, quickly undoing the buckle on his trousers.

Elia pulled them down with ease, then immediately followed the action up by completely engulfing his member, doing her best to push, pull and suck as her years of experience taught her. It gets boring being a king's maid, after all.

Quinn threw his head back into the chair with a choked groan of pleasure, placed a hand onto his maid's head, and began a hazy stare at the ceiling while guiding his maid into working her mouth as he heard the sloppy sounds and felt the divine pleasure of her enthusiastic service. In his very few tiny moments of clarity, his mind came to a new understanding of the never-ending creation and use of the seedier establishments in the kingdom. On what soldiers, mercenaries and sailors keep wasting their money on when they finally got a few days reprieve. Why kings of old would attempt to hoard wives like a dragon hoards coins and trinkets.

He vaguely became aware that he was making more noise than he intended, and this new bit of information was instantly followed up by his maid wrapping her arms around his waist, keeling further in, and working him deep at the root in an even greater enthusiastic zeal fueled by her master's sound. Making plenty of her own, she gave him every bit of attention she can muster, trying her best to make magic happen with her lips tongue, and indeed it was sounding like she was.

After a few moments more, Quinn pressed her head down further and lurched upwards, releasing his lust into her suddenly and without thinking. His maid gave a startled, muffled yelp, but regained her pace, slowing it to work with his ending. Elia continued working slowly on her king after his climax, and when Quinn finally started to regain his mind, he noticed that the door to the kitchen on the far side of the room was cracked open, and the face of one of his younger maids [19 YEARS OLD!] was watching the scene with a mixture of shock and desire on her face, a white gloved hand partially covered her surprised mouth. In his haste, he had forgotten about her.

Quinn looked fully over to her and gave her a small, wolfish grin. He kept eye contact with the voyeuristic maid, began stroking Elia's hair while she kept servicing him, and said "You two are to join me in my chambers tomorrow, I'll have a bath arranged for you both." Quinn noticed Elia slow down for a moment, follow her king's gaze to where he saw the peeping maid, then go back to servicing him. He then said, "I think it's time that I start paying more attention to my wonderful staff."