The Princess's Dedicated Sex Maid: Chapter 53
Princess Atlantia smiled contentedly as she watched the fake cum she'd pumped into Kaldir's pussy slowly leaking out from the junction at her groin. It was seeping out, sure... but because Kaldir had clenched her pussy muscles so tightly, convinced it was real seed, the amount trickling free was far less than she'd unleashed inside.
Should she tell her the truth now, or shove a pregnancy test in her face right after the creampie—one that could supposedly detect conception immediately? She could grab a dildo on the way and pick up a test with two lines already showing, fooling her even more right here if she wanted. Hmm... let's see, the test strips... Ah! Here they are.
"Ta-da! Maki, you're pregnant—success!"
"Haa... Th-that's... I wanted to be the first to carry your seed in my belly, Mistress..."
As the princess removed the blindfold from her eyes and thrust forward a pregnancy test she'd bought from an actually pregnant woman, Kaldir mumbled in a voice that could have been despair or joy—or maybe just the lingering ecstasy of that fresh creampie outweighing the thought of some faceless husband's seed.
Atlantia had to fight back laughter bubbling up inside her; her lips kept twitching upward. Oh god, this is too funny. She's going to be my maid for life, and she falls for this so easily—what am I supposed to do with her? Fine, since it's been fun, she'll tell her the truth as a reward.
"Sorry. Everything I said so far? All lies. What I shot inside you was fake. But... when I told you it was real, you clenched even tighter. What was that about?"
"Th-that was... just a physiological reaction... More importantly, Mistress, you tricked me..."
"A mistress can trick her property now and then, can't she? Anyway, a physiological reaction, huh?"
If that squeeze hadn't been deliberate but pure instinct, it was a god-given talent. Fuck... if she's this dedicated even to milking fake cum, what kind of grip will she show with the real thing? Poor husbands who'll never feel it.
"There, wearing that sexy bikini must've been tough while you came. Come here into my arms."
"Yes, Mistress... Haaah... Sitting up straight was so... tiring..."
Kaldir collapsed onto Atlantia's body mid-sentence. The princess didn't pull the dildo out of her, just hugged her tight, savoring the oversensitive sensations pulsing from it in the afterglow.
"That Aurora girl won't come back for you until a week after the day I got ambushed and collapsed, right? No going outside the palace until the last day—let's just have fun with me. Got it?"
"I-I like playing with you more anyway, Mistress. Other duties... compared to relieving your lust, they're nothing."
Her words, hot breath and all, rang with sincerity. She'd once talked about helping people with her power, but with ideals that high and a body that felt everything so intensely... honestly, when fucking her mistress, other thoughts just didn't stick.
Let's see, how much time do we have? Aurora visited Kaldir from Sunday morning to evening. A week means until this Sunday. Today's fiery Friday, so even if we burn through Saturday, we've got some buffer.
Having calculated her leeway, Atlantia gripped Kaldir's thighs and hoisted them up with brute force. Holding her aloft, she slammed the massive dildo—savage in size—back into the hole without mercy, pistoning relentlessly until the second explosion.
Aaahhh... Even fresh off her last orgasm, Kaldir took Atlantia's thrusts beautifully. Soon after, ass thrust back, she had to cooperate as the princess worked her anal beads in and out with wet pops.
"If you wanna live as my maid forever... grow out your hair long enough for me to grab like a handle when I fuck you from behind! Got it?!"
"Saying that while stuffing me with something this huge... I have no choice but to obey... ♥"
Short hair was cute too, sure—but with long locks demanded mid-thrust, Kaldir had no option but yes. Refuse, and those blissful insertions might stop any second... and she didn't want even one second lost.
Regardless of hairstyles, the white explosions kept bursting endlessly. Aaah... better than getting creampied lifted up... getting pounded from behind... anal-tortured with beads... this feels so much better... Kaldir thought, head swimming.
"Looks like we're done here. Before heading back to Kaldir, let's figure out what to do with that redhead."
As Atlantia spanked Kaldir's plump ass with both hands, triggering the third blast, Aurora and Plang had just finished spreading Kaldir's invention—the nano virus—across key enemy nations, reclaiming their allocated processing power and energy.
Our work's done now. Two days until we meet the master again, but where the hell is that bitch? Gave her an extra week... obvious. Skipping duties to cling to her mistress. Makes my blood boil.
While I'm busting my ass with this troublemaker... she's having all the fun! Feels so unfair. The second I crack how to undo those spells her mistress carved into her body, I'll rush over and burn it all off her.
"Haa... finally free from big sis Aurora's grip... time to rest..."
Unlike Aurora's grumbling, Plang's sigh was natural. That tiny frame had maxed out her compute power for days seizing warp gates and server computers. But now, even without them, it'd spread far and wide on its own.
Of course, despite the nano virus's miraculous contagion, two places were off-limits.
First: Atlantis Empire, Kaldir's homeland and creator. No disease scarier than one killing your own without control. So even in this AI-smart form, she'd baked in vaccine and cure codes as a safeguard.
This was Kaldir's doomsday weapon to topple virtual enemies at once—but as a non-military option for old grudges, diplomacy was considered too. One code input could halt every nano virus in the universe. Essential.
If talks worked, why unleash hell? If they did, she'd sigh relief, scatter the cure codes quietly, and erase it all. If not... unavoidable, but Atlantis citizens demanded that backup anyway.
Second: Cates Empire, the sole "potential ally" amid assumed foes. In the last Great War, unlike powers ignoring Atlantis's plight and taking Lucid's hand, they'd sent volunteers to aid.
Couldn't abandon a nation sending army-group-scale "volunteers"—high alliance potential. So Cates was excluded from contagion.
"Army-group volunteers don't mean full intervention, right?" Yeah~ no~ jealous? Declare war then~ instant boycott, economy wrecked—you know it.
Cates caught flak for dispatching those masses but shrugged it off, risking allies to help us. Heaven aids the self-helpers, but despite them, we lost. Still...
Their aid didn't reverse fate amid trillions dead, but it fueled anti-Lucid resistance to now. How to repay? Unthinkable.
"The nation we must crush for hegemony... has the highest alliance odds. No need to antagonize a potential friend from the start."
Aurora thought so, took Plang's hand, and headed for Kaldir Planet. Once they left, the Third Microverse—unknown to all but Kaldir and them—sank back into profound silence.
Microverse. A "little universe in our universe," but unlike Kaldir's pussy filling with one cumshot, this space stretched infinitely. To wallpaper it white... every male in the universe wouldn't suffice.
At the opposite end of that vast—cruder: "loose"—void stood the ultimate tight pussy, squeezed to the limit. A vulgar fit for Kaldir's trashy body.
Click, click, click... Atlantia found the dead-battery camera on the floor, swapped it, and filmed Kaldir's pussy leaking her fake cum. Aurora's guess spot-on.
Snapping blackmail pics and vids during rape? Basic basics. So thought Atlantia, even strong-arming Kaldir into masturbating on camera.