What I Had to Do (3)
Thud.
His cock, which had slipped free from beneath his pants, dropped between his thighs with a somewhat dull sound.
It wasn't standing fully upright and hard the way it had been when I'd touched it myself in the bathroom last time. If I had to characterize it, it was more like half-erect at best.
He'd been groping my breasts so earnestly, and yet he was only half hard — honestly, it stung my pride a little. Had my chest been fondled so many times that it barely felt arousing to him anymore?
"L-Lilith? If you stare at it like that, it's kind of embarrassing…."
"…My apologies."
I very nearly blurted out something like, You got to touch my breasts and this is all you've got? — which would have made the atmosphere at least three times more dangerous than it already was.
…Well, either way, all that matters is getting it up.
The arrangement was that Ethan got to touch my chest for a sense of emotional comfort, while I handled his with my hands to relieve his urges. Besides, he was touching my body just as I was touching his, so there was no particular reason for me to feel shame or self-loathing about it.
After all, I knew better than anyone that a man's lust dies down the moment he's allowed release once — so coaxing this limp cock back to attention shouldn't really count as work at all….
…Limp?
Only then did I notice a sensation in my hand I hadn't felt in a while — something at once familiar and disgustingly slick.
It wasn't just the tip that felt damp; the entire thing had come out of Ethan's underwear soaked and sticky. And only now did a faint scent reach me — something close to the smell of night-blooming flowers.
It was the moment I could roughly figure out why Ethan's erection had stalled at half-mast.
"Young Master Ethan."
"…Yeah."
"Did you, by any chance… already climax before I even undressed you?"
"……."
His guilty expression as he turned his head slightly away was answer enough — and this time, I was the one who had put my foot in my mouth.
After all, what I'd just asked was essentially, Are you a premature ejaculator? For a man, being called out on that particular point had to be a serious blow to his pride.
I had just committed a rudeness no personal maid should ever commit, so naturally my own head bowed deeply in turn.
"I-I'm so sorry, Young Master Ethan. I had no right to ask something so rude—"
"…It's okay, Lilith. I-I just got too excited, that's all."
Though I offered my belated apology, there was no telling whether Ethan's wounded pride would recover. I'd arranged this whole encounter for the sake of relieving his urges, only to end up shaming him instead.
…Wait, doesn't this technically count as relieving him, since he already came?
My plan of personally jerking him off had been forcibly cut short, but he had climaxed nonetheless — his lust released along with all that sticky fluid. Technically, mission accomplished.
And my actual goal had been to relieve Ethan's urges before he could possibly pounce on me in his sleep. By that logic, I'd gotten him off without even trying — without lifting a finger, even — so really, I'd come out ahead.
It also dissolved, all on its own, the misunderstanding of why his cock had only half-risen even while he was groping my chest.
Well, of course. He's not just anyone — no way he stays soft while touching Lilith's tits.
The fact that he'd climaxed on his own from neglect alone, after going so long without release, meant one thing: my body genuinely aroused him that much.
With the misunderstanding cleared up, that oddly uncomfortable feeling settled back down. So now I just needed to redress him, clean him up, and send him off to bed—
…No, wait a second.
If I just put him to bed like this, the whole picture would turn out strange.
If he'd climaxed the instant I touched him after I pulled his pants down, I'd at least have the justification of having made him cum. But undressing him, discovering he'd already finished, and then redressing him and moving on? No, that was just bizarre.
Because that way, it would ultimately mean I hadn't pulled his pants down to relieve the Young Master's urges at all — I'd pulled them down simply to look at and touch his cock once. That would be the moment my devotion as a personal maid devolved into nothing but the depravity of a pervert maid. …Granted, not every personal maid doubles as an on-call cum dispenser, but still.
In for a penny — I might as well make him cum once more….
Seeing as I'd left Ethan's urges unattended for half a whole year, there was at least some justification for making him finish two times.
Ordinary men in their twenties back in my old world relieved themselves through masturbation at least once a week, at most once a day. Taking care of six months' worth of pent-up lust in only two orgasms was, compared to the average masturbation frequency, positively stingy.
Squish, squish.
"L-Lilith…? What are you doing?"
"I am going to erect the Young Master's cock once more, effective immediately."
"…What?"
"While I attend to it, you may either wait quietly, Young Master, or occupy yourself by kneading my breasts."
"……."
I used the white gloves I still had on to wipe the sticky fluid off Ethan's cock, then brought both my hands to the freshly cleaned shaft and began kneading it up and down.
Even in its somewhat softened state, it was a size too big for my two hands to fully wrap around. Once fully erect here, it would surely swell a little larger still.
Last time I'd seen it, my rough estimate put it at about two and a half of my fists in length — around twenty centimeters, if I remembered right. I'd actually gone and measured the length of my own palm afterward, just to keep a rough record of how big it was.
In other words, to make him come, I first needed to coax a bit more size out of it. And firmness, too.
"W-wait, Lilith. I'm fine. That one was already more than enough for me."
"No, it is insufficient. The reason you tried to pounce on me was that I failed to relieve your urges these past six months — so this time, I must drain you so completely that not a scrap of lust remains."
"W-wait… I-I only just came, so if you touch it that much it's… sensitive, so… slowly…."
…Oh. Right. I should go a bit slower.
Drawing on my memories from my days as a man, I moved my hand along his crotch, rubbing up and down, and gradually coaxed the thing hanging beneath to grow in size—
Squish, squish.
"……."
"…Ngh."
Rub, rub.
"……."
"Nngh… hah…."
…What gives? Why isn't it growing?
Even with my hand wrapped around Ethan's cock, stroking it up and down, for some reason it refused to budge from its half-erect state.
Instead of its usual hard, thick form, it remained thin and limp. Apparently, when he'd come earlier, he'd truly discharged every last drop of that accumulated lust.
This won't do.
If I'd known about his earlier orgasm before undressing him, I could have written the whole thing off as an honest mistake — but I'd already spent several long minutes gripping and kneading his cock, promising to raise it again from this state.
Tucking the thing back into his pants and pretending nothing had happened was a line a servant simply could not cross — and as the woman who understood the male body best of all, it was far too humiliating to boot.
Since it's come to this, I have to get it back up somehow and make him cum one more time.
If hands alone wouldn't do it, the problem was most likely psychological — which meant that if I gave Ethan something psychologically satisfying instead, his cock would harden right back up.
What he wanted most, of course, was physical relations with me. And obviously, that was the one thing I could never, ever grant.
Maybe if I'd already passed my saintess's power on to Serista, or at least once I'd dealt with Maxmann — but as of right now, my sainthood was the one thing I absolutely could not afford to lose.
Anything that costs me my virginity is off the table… but something more stimulating than hands, and something that would make him feel more affection toward me….
Once I'd organized my thoughts, there was really only one act that could come to mind. Having made up my mind at last, I quietly lowered my face toward Ethan's lower half.
Inhale.
"Lilith? What are you—"
"…Mm."
Chomp.
"Ngh…!"
With my teeth hidden behind my lips and my mouth stretched wide open, I swallowed the head of Ethan's cock in one gulp.
After the handjob, fellatio. In the AVs and doujinshi of my previous life, that was the most basic escalation of any sexual sequence.
And after that would naturally come sex — the one thing I could absolutely never permit. But fellatio, at least, was narrowly within the safe zone. Strictly speaking, so long as I didn't lose my virginity, no other act had anything to do with my qualifications as a saintess.
Frankly, the very act of putting a man's cock in my mouth was something I found distasteful — the truth was I still hated the idea of another man's cock so much that even seeing or touching one was unpleasant, let alone taking it into my mouth.
But right now, getting Ethan back up was the priority, and I'd somehow convinced myself that as long as it served that purpose, it was fine.
Besides, I'd already seen Ethan's cock before — maybe that's why it stirred neither disgust nor revulsion this time.
Slurp, slurp.
"Mm… mm…."
"L-Lilith…."
Shluup, slurp.
"Hyaah… nngh…."
"W-when you suddenly do that… hah, haah…!"
Thankfully, oral wasn't without its effect — the moment I took him into my mouth, Ethan's size began to grow at once. Figures. Ethan was a man too; of course he'd be weak to this.
I'd grow him just a bit more like this, then switch back to my hand while he was fully erect and finish him off—
Slurp, slurp.
"Hyaah, nngh."
"Hah… hah… L-Lilith…!"
Pop.
"…Mmh?"
Just as I'd gotten him fully hard again with my mouth and was about to ease off, I felt something like Ethan's hand settle onto the back of my head. Sensing something off, I tried to pull away — but it was already too late.
Slurp, slurp.
"Mmph?! Nn, nngh!"
"Hah, hah! Lilith! Lilith!"
Shluup, slurp!
"Mmmgh…!! Nn, nngh!"
"Lilith! This feels amazing, Lilith!"
The sensation of his first-ever blowjob must have been overwhelmingly stimulating, because Ethan began shoving his hand against the back of my head, forcing my face down onto him.
Of course, I'd never intended to carry the act through to the end, so I hurried to pull my face free — but my neck muscles were never going to outmuscle the grip of a man who swung twin heavy swords into battle every single day.
Instead, my attempts to escape combined with his attempts to shove me back down into a kind of piston motion, my head bobbing up and down over him again and again.
"Lilith, Lilith!"
"Mmmmgh!! Nn, nngh!!"
"Lilith, I looove yooou…!!"
"Mmmmph?!"
A love confession delivered while grinding some poor girl's face into your crotch — honestly, any confession in the world could have been more romantic than that. I couldn't even fathom what was going through his head.
…Goddammit, fine.
He clearly had no intention of letting me go anyway, so my only option was to just let him come like this.
I had absolutely no intention of swallowing, but the situation was partly my fault for letting it get this far in the first place.
Gulp, gulp.
"Uck, L-Lilith!"
Gulp, gulp.
"Nngh, hah, haaah…!!"
…It's fine. All I'm doing is catching it in my mouth. I won't swallow — I'll just hold it there and cast Clean magic immediately afterward to purify it all away. Not a single unpleasant aftertaste.
That was the plan: keep it in my mouth, and pretend to swallow. Unfortunately, Ethan's string of impulsive actions blew that plan to absolute smithereens.
"Lilith, I'm — I'm coming!"
Shove!
"…Mmph, nngh?!"
At the very instant of his climax, Ethan shoved the back of my head with everything he had, ramming his cock down to the very root. The thing plunged past my mouth, beyond my throat in a flash — and in that state, I felt something hot thrash and surge, filling my mouth to overflowing.
"Nngh! Mmmgh!! Mmmmmmgh!!!"
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Nngh — Lilith! Swallow it, swallow all of it!! Lilith!!"
Panicking at the sensation of something thick and viscous sliding down the back of my throat, I pounded my fist against Ethan's thigh over and over — but drunk on the pleasure of release, he didn't spare my resistance a single thought, still bearing down on the back of my skull.
And so, over the span of a dozen-odd seconds, I took Ethan's cock all the way into my throat, catching four or five surges of his release with it, forced to endure the full, scalding sensation of liquid pouring into the depths of my body.
"Mmph, mmmgh!! Mmph!!"
Thud! Thud! Thud!
"L-Lilith?!"
Only when I finally drove my fist into his thigh did he seem to grasp what he'd been doing — and at that flustered cry, the crushing grip on the back of my head suddenly slackened.
"Hurk, kehck! Hck, hmp…! Kehaah…!"
He only saw fit to free me from between his legs after emptying everything into the back of my throat, and as I coughed and hacked in misery, Ethan leaned in with a face full of worry.
"I-I'm sorry, Lilith! Are you okay?! Your mouth just felt so good for a moment that I couldn't—"
"Hah… hah… hah…."
"I'm really, really sorry! I never meant to force you! I just lost my head for a second, I swear…."
…How many times is a noble young master going to bow his head to his own maid, exactly?
With him groveling that low, I found I didn't even have the energy to be angry. Fine — it was a momentary lapse; I'd just have to let it go.
I am never doing that again, though.
If I ever put my mouth on that thing again, who knows what he'll pull next time. The moment I take his cock in my mouth again, I stop being a person and become nothing but a female. A female.