She looked at me as if she couldn't believe what I had said. Her cheeks flushed red and she was blushing hard.
"My lord," she said, "I'm just your servant. I cannot make demands of our lord." She looked down, as if her status was way below mine and she couldn't tell her wishes to someone like me even if she wanted to.
I tightened my grip on her shoulder where I had been consoling her, my fingers digging slightly into her flesh. "Serena, look at me," I said as I leaned closer to her. We could feel each other's warm breath now. She couldn't meet my eyes for long.
"You don't have to think like that," I said. "I don't consider you just my servant." I held her gaze as she finally managed to look me in the eyes.
Those words made her melt. She tried to hide her face against my chest, pressing closer to me.
"Thank you, my lord," she said, her face still buried against me. My hand remained on her shoulder.
I took her left hand in mine and placed it on my right thigh, which was now brushing against hers. Our skin was warm against each other.
She was shaky at first, then slowly let her hand rest there, closer to the bulge in my shorts.
"You see how hard I am, Serena?" I asked as she felt the heat from my thigh on her hand.
"Yes, my lord," she said, face still leaning into me and looking at my bulge.
Her hand stayed on my thigh, trembling a little at first before finally resting there. I could feel the warmth of her hand against my leg. God, my dick was aching to be grabbed by her hands.
Her fingers inched closer without either of us saying a word, as if she were being pulled toward it.
I could feel Serena's heart pounding beneath her armor, her massive tits pressing against my side as she leaned in closer. Twenty years without a hard cock, and here she was, so close to touching the first one she'd seen in all that time. My dick throbbed under my shorts, leaking more, forming a wet spot she could probably see by now.
Suddenly, a noise came from outside the room, something rolling closer.
Serena got startled by the noise and sat up. I moved my hand off her shoulder as the sound came closer.
The door opened, and Lilia entered, followed by two maids pushing polished serving trolleys stacked with silver platters and covered dishes. They moved quickly. Lilia stepped aside and gestured for them to set the trolleys in front of me.
After adjusting the service trolleys, the two maids stepped to the side, standing neatly and looking presentable. Damn, both of them were thick as hell in their black-and-white maid uniforms.
The one on the left looked older, the one on the right a little younger, but both had similar facial features, rich brown skin, and dark curls. Their dresses were tight, their massive boobs nearly spilling out of deep cleavage, and their thighs were bare, with only short maid skirts covering their fat juicy asses, which I could see from the side as they walked in.
Lilia looked at Serena and Nyx, who were sitting by my side on the bed. They both realized they shouldn't be sitting on the same level as me in front of Lilia and the maids, so they stood up and moved to the side of the room, just like before.
Two service trolleys were in front of me, loaded with warm food. Steam rose from the dishes, and the two maids stood there smiling and blushing, hands resting on their stomachs, glancing at my bulge, unable to believe it, like something out of a fairy tale.
"Something smells amazing," I said, inhaling the aroma.
"My lord," Lilia said, moving closer to lift the lid from a covered dish. "Besides your chicken, we have other delicacies and rare meats. Please taste them. I believe you will really enjoy them." She revealed something that looked like a large leg piece.
"Is that a fucking chicken leg?" I asked, amazed by its size.
"It's a wyvern's leg, my lord," Lilia said with a smile. "It's very delicious."
"I should try it," I said, drawn by the smell.
I picked up a piece with the silver fork and ate it.
"Hmmm, this is really good. Where is the chef? I should kiss their hands," I said, really impressed. This was so much better than the chicken.
Lilia smiled wider, her eyes lighting up as if the praise meant a lot. "I'm glad you like it, my lord. The chef is right here with us," she said, gesturing to the older maid standing nearby, who was blushing from my compliment, while the younger one looked proud of her.
I looked at the maid. She was really blushing as satisfying someone important like me with her cooking and receiving compliments right in front of her was clearly overwhelming.
"It's really nice," I said, picking up more with the silver fork and eating it in front of her again.
"Thanks, my lord," she said, unable to stop blushing. "It really means a lot."
"Try the mead, my lord," Lilia said, pouring some into a royal goblet.
"Thanks," I said, picking up the goblet to drink. I took a small sip.
"Wow, everything's perfect in this world," I said, savoring it.
The two maids looked happy that I was enjoying the feast.
"Did you make this one too?" I asked the older maid.
"No, my lord, this was prepared by my daughter," she said, gesturing to the younger maid standing beside her.
"Oh, she's your daughter?" I said. That explained why they looked so similar, just the age difference, but almost identical.
"Yes, my lord," the older maid said. "She put all her effort into it because she wanted it to be perfect for you."
The younger one blushed hard, unable to meet my eyes.
And the way the younger one blushed and her mom was right there blushing too made me turn on even more. As I took another sip, I looked at them both from bottom to up, from their thick thighs to their huge boobs ready to be sucked hard.
Maybe I could ask Lilia that I wanted these two for the trial so I could savor the fat asses of mother and daughter together, breeding them so good. I was thinking while swirling the goblet, thinking about my options.