Back at the Mansion: Embracing Seria (1)
I returned to the mansion while holding Seria.
“Kyaa!”
It was what they call the princess carry. Her legs had gone weak anyway, so she couldn't stand properly. I planned to carry her all the way back.
“P-Please put me down. I can walk on my own.”
“No need. This is much more comfortable. Don't argue.”
“……”
When I cut her off firmly, Seria clamped her mouth shut.
The simple reason I'd gone out of my way to carry her was to keep her true nature hidden. I was casting multiple spells at once to ensure that.
Maintaining so many spells simultaneously drained my mana at a ferocious rate. I hurried, worried that if we lingered too long, I'd run dry completely.
Better to get back quickly.
I carried her back to the mansion.
“Have you returned, sir?”
Sebastian asked in his polite voice. He smiled at the sight of Seria in my arms.
“It seems the outing agreed with her. For you to show such affection, Master.”
“She seems satisfied, at least.”
“Splendid. I'll have the maids' bath prepared with hot water.”
I glanced at Seria for a moment. She was hiding her flushed face. Probably embarrassed recalling what we'd done earlier.
“M-Master, please put me down……”
Maybe being held like this was the issue. I gently released her from my arms.
“Fill the central bath.”
“Isn't that your private bath, sir?”
“I decided to reward Seria today, so we'll extend the service that far.”
“Understood.”
As Sebastian bowed and departed, Seria turned toward me.
“M-Master…… You said we were just getting started……”
“Don't worry. It won't end with just a bath.”
I led Seria to the bath where Sebastian had drawn the water.
Seria's mouth fell open at the opulent scale of the bath. Crafted from marble with perfect drainage, the space—expanded by magic—was as vast as a sports field.
She'd never seen it before. Only Sebastian was permitted to maintain it.
“Undress. I'll wash you.”
“You don't have to.”
“It's fine. I'm doing it because I want to.”
I'd entered the bath with her now to fully relax her body.
Seria removed the white towel covering her. I poured warm water over her smooth skin.
First, I washed her hair. Bubbles covered her body from the magitech shampoo and body wash. A soft fragrance spread through the air.
“Let me wash you now, Master.”
This time, Seria washed me. Her soft, soapy breasts tickled my back.
“Is this okay?”
“Feels good.”
Seria grunted softly as she scrubbed my broad back.
Once the soap was rinsed away, I pointed to the central tub where hot water poured from the marble lion's mouth.
“Get in.”
“Haaaah.”
Seria let out a low moan. Eyes closed, she shivered as the warm water enveloped her body. The fatigue from my earlier torment must have melted away in an instant.
I soaked beside her.
After a moment in the steaming water, Seria asked, “A-Are we doing it here, perhaps?”
A水中 play during the bath. It wasn't unappealing, but not now.
“We'll talk after the bath.”
Seria fidgeted her fingers on my thigh, stealing glances at me, even as she savored the warmth.
Our eyes met briefly, and since I didn't stop her, her fingers grew bolder. Thigh, inner thigh, groin, and then.
She touched my half-erect cock from the external stimulation, while bringing her hand to her own pussy.
Splash, splash.
“Hng.”
Each movement rippled the bathwater.
“Haa, haa.”
I wondered if she'd collapse from arousal in this hot water, but I didn't stop her.
How long had we soaked? This should be enough.
I grabbed Seria's arm, which kept fondling my now fully erect cock.
“Time to get out.”
“Y-Yes?”
I pulled the still-unsatisfied Seria from the tub and laid a soft mat on the bath floor.
“W-What's this?”
“Lie down. I'll relieve your built-up fatigue.”
“D-Does this mean…?”
Seria eyed my hands. She'd experienced it once before, so she knew what “relieving fatigue” entailed.
The Dmitry special sensitivity massage. A reward to melt away the damage accumulated in her body.
She might not be satisfied after outdoor sex, but I'll do my best.
“You seemed to like it last time.”
Seria swallowed hard.
“Lie down.”
“Like this?”
Seria lay prone, pressing her breasts to the floor.
“Yes.”
Her body, tracing soft curves, settled onto the blue mat.
I picked up the bottle of prepared aroma oil. Another of Morris Dmitry's special blends.
It relieved fatigue, softened knotted muscles. One session would leave the body languid, lulling to sleep.
A sleep aid oil. Combined with my massage techniques, the already aroused Seria would drift off satisfied from a different kind of pleasure.
I poured the oil onto her back.
“Ha-eut!”
The cold oil on her heated skin drew a sharp cry from her.
“Moan as much as you want.”
I gently rubbed it in, spreading the clear oil across her back.
Bzzz.
Mana resonated from my fingers, stimulating her spine.
“Huuung!”
Her back arched like a bow. Knowing I wouldn't stop no matter her pleas, she didn't ask me to.
“Ha-eung!”
I felt her muscles twitch with each pass of my fingers.
Seria buried her face in the floor, sobbing. Just massaging her back sent jolts of pleasure to her scalp; her legs kicked wildly, her plump ass jiggling.
After thoroughly massaging her back, I followed the muscles to her arms.
Slowly kneading her arms and neck, I gradually heightened her sensitivity.
“Huuuum.”
Was her sensitivity rising? My fingers on her arms drew a low, sweet moan.
As the oiled area expanded, so did her tremors. A sign her sensitivity was sufficient.
I reapplied oil and caressed her ass.
“Ha-euk!”
Her moan echoed through the bath.
Kneading her glutes, I loosened the tension. My hands slid lower, massaging where thigh met pussy.
Her body shuddered violently. A light orgasm. She lifted her ass high, burying her face deeper.
“Huuung, haa. Sssip.”
Her moans deepened and grew louder with the massage.
After massaging down to her toes, I smacked her ass.
“Flip over.”
Seria turned. Her eyes were slightly glazed. Dazed, she reached out—straight for my rigid cock.
Thanks to her earlier attentions in the tub, it stood tall to my navel.
“You're making me feel so good, Master. Let me return the favor.”
She gripped and shook it fiercely, as if determined to make me cum as intensely as I had her.
I didn't stop her. If anything, it was welcome.
I knelt by her head and squeezed her breast, marked with kiss bruises.
“Hng.”
My fingers grazed her nipple, eliciting a low moan.
Each moan from her tickled my cock with her breath. Hot exhales made it throb upward.
As I massaged her breasts and oiled her stomach, Seria sucked my balls while stroking my shaft.
“Haa, haa. So delicious……”
She devoured my cock greedily, refusing to let go.
It hindered the massage a bit, but it was fine. I could still satisfy her fully.
My fingers drifted lower to her pussy.
Her body, already ablaze, responded.
“Huuuum. Eum. Ha-eum.”
Slurp, slurp.
Each finger movement drew sweet moans from her cock-sucking lips.
I caressed her labia.
“Huuuum!”
Seria cried out around my cock. Her body quaked; her lips clenched tight.
Clear fluid—oil or nectar?—oozed from her pussy.
Lying on the floor, she pleasured my cock with mouth and hands. Kneeling over her, I massaged diligently from pussy to breasts, missing nothing.
Her sensitized body climaxed easily; she shuddered, hips bucking.
As Seria peaked from the sensitivity massage, I unleashed thick semen into her stroking mouth.
“Kku-eup!”
Her body went limp after the deep orgasm.
“Hoo.”
I felt the same.
With bath and massage done, I washed her once more. The oil rinsed clean; her skin gleamed more lustrously.
I dried her with a soft towel.
Her slightly dazed gaze was probably my imagination.
I dressed her in a pink robe and escorted her to her room.
She trailed behind, head bowed the whole way. Likely embarrassed.
At her door, I sent her in.
“You worked hard today. Rest well, and tomorrow……”
Then Seria tugged my robe's collar, pulling me into a sudden kiss.
“Master, I'm still…… not satisfied.”
Vital mana scent emanated from her. Her body brimmed with it.
The massage aided recovery, but not to this extent.
Did her transcendent body absorb too much?
Tricky.
I'd meant to help her recover, not arouse her further.
Miscalculation. The trace mana in the oil had restored her beyond expectation.
With the outing, outdoor sex, bath massage—and mana spent on illusion spells—little remained in me.
Stunned by her abrupt kiss, she nipped my lower lip.
“Eut.”
“Focus on me. No other thoughts.”
Her bold initiative snapped me back.
“Insolent. A maid daring to mark her master's body.”
“W-Will you…… punish me?”
“Yes.”
I had to. To hide my fatigue, I needed control.
I seized Seria, spinning her half around, and pinned her against the wall-facing door.
“Kyaa!”
As she neared the wall, I cast liquefaction magic on it.
Shlurp.
Her body passed through, and just before she fell through completely, I dispelled it.
“Wh-What?”
Seria's body was stuck in the wall. Robe and all.
