The Naughty Maid's Creamy Penalty
"A maid serving her master in such lewd clothes? Disqualified!"
"I'll dig in."
Gulp.
"...!"
Delicious. The flavor danced on my tongue like my taste buds were doing the tango.
"It's insanely good!"
Elma's anxious face lit up with a beaming smile.
"See? That's the maid chief's skill for you!"
"Yeah, the best..."
In that instant, my words caught in my throat.
Whoosh.
"Wha...?"
My lower body. Something boiled up furiously from below.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
My heart pounded like it was about to burst.
"Wh-why is it suddenly so hot in here...?"
Ragged, hoarse breaths. My vision flushed red. Steam billowed from my nostrils.
Could it be that 'enhancement' from earlier...
It was libido enhancement!?
"H-husband...?"
A frightened voice came from my arms. Elma had ditched the maid persona entirely.
I didn't need a mirror to know how I looked. A beast with rolled-back eyes.
The most obvious change: my lower half.
Groooan—
The front of my pants bulged like it was about to rip open.
An erection. No tame word could capture that monstrous swelling.
"Wha... wh-what...?"
Elma's shocked voice. Her plump ass pressed against my swollen cock, lifting her slightly off the ground.
"Eek?!"
Elma's shoulders jerked up. The ferociously engorged tip buried itself deep in her ass crack.
"H-husband...!"
Her face drained white. Terror filled her almond eyes, like a hamster tossed before a bear.
"Something's wrong down there right now...!"
Her tiny body squirmed to escape.
Smack!
I grabbed her waist with both hands. My fingers sank into her soft, jiggly love handles.
Yet she was so small—even with both hands, there was empty space.
"Elma..."
Hot breath grazed her crown. The maid in my arms trembled violently.
"What the hell did you do to me?"
I yanked her tiny body roughly closer. My raging hard-on pressed deep into her ass crack.
"Hiiiiaaah...!"
A piercing moan. Overwhelming force and heat. Drunk on the magic's aftereffects.
Her tiny body flailed like a bird's.
"H-husband... no, Master!"
Tears welled in her pitiful gaze. That look only fanned my lust higher.
"Your eyes are too scary...! S-save meee...!"
She sobbed, pounding my chest with her fists. It felt less than a breeze.
"Maids are supposed to serve, right?"
I grinned and lowered my head. Nibbled her earlobe.
"That includes nighttime service, yeah?"
"W-wait! Hold on!"
Elma thumped my chest frantically, yelling desperately.
"There's still courses left! Ear cleaning and lap pillow tooo...!"
A desperate excuse. Just buying time, obviously.
"Service..."
I chuckled, cutting her off.
"Is decided by the master."
Whoosh.
"Eek...!?"
I scooped her up effortlessly. Her tiny feet dangled in the air.
I stood, sweeping the leftover plates off the banquet table with one arm.
Crash!
Dishes clattered to the floor.
On the now-messy table corner, I laid Elma down.
Plop.
"Wha... wh-what?!?"
Panicked, Elma tried to sit up. I was faster.
I wedged between her legs and pinned her down like I was pouncing.
Thud.
"Wh-what kind of master lays his maid on the tableee...!"
Elma flailed her short arms, pushing at my chest.
"The perfect punishment for a defective maid."
I grinned, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head.
"Defective? I worked so hard preparing!"
"Outfit violation."
I scanned her body top to bottom. Deep plunging neckline. Jiggling cleavage. Miniskirt barely a handspan long. Sky-blue striped panties peeking out precariously. Taut black over-knee socks.
Adult cosplay gear, plain as day.
"A maid serving her master in such lewd clothes? Disqualified!"
I put on a stern voice.
"...!"
Elma's face flushed beet red. She pouted like a scolded kid.
"I-I wore this for you, husband...!"
Tears brimmed in her eyes.
"I was scared you'd... go gaga for those fox vixens outside... sob..."
Sobbing voice. Her buried complex bubbling up.
How to comfort this poor queen?
Right—with my body.
"That's why it's even cuter that you're disqualified."
Riiip—!
"Hyaaah?!"
I yanked the back strap hard. The front loosened and fell open.
Jiggle—!
"Aah...!"
Her suppressed, pale, heavy breasts bounced free, defying gravity. Voluminous for her tiny frame. Pale skin topped with perky pink nipples, glistening lewdly.
"N-nooo... don't look...!"
She frantically tried covering with her short arms. No way those tiny hands could hide those huge tits—barely veiling the pretty areolas.
Gulp.
I swallowed dryly and buried my face.
Schlick.
"Hyut?!"
I slipped through her fingers and latched onto a nipple.
"Haaah...! H-husbaaand...!"
Her chewy fullness filled my mouth. Savory skin taste.
Slurp. Schlick. Lick.
I swirled my tongue, teasing the tip. Grazed it lightly.
"Aaah! N-no! Not thereee... eek!"
Her back arched like a bow. Flailing arms locked around my neck. Small, rough fingers tousled my hair.
"Hng... haa..."
I pulled off and looked up. Her almond eyes glazed with pleasure. Panting breaths, parted lips.
"Am... am I prettier...?"
Desperate plea. "Better than those outside vixens... right...?"
Her needy queen gaze, wet and yearning, melted me.
I pressed lips to her ear.
"Obviously."
Nibbled the lobe, whispering. "Wouldn't trade you for anyone."
"Eeng...!"
"Tiny and packed tight like you is the world's best."
Praise prison.
"Aaah..."
Elma moaned. Anxiety melted away. Filled with love and arousal.
"I... I love you most toooo..."
She buried her nose in my chest, inhaling deeply. Our breaths mingled hotly.
But then.
Sliide.
As the front of my pants brushed her bare thigh...
"......"
Elma's face froze oddly. The rigidly erect pillar. Thanks to the enhancement magic? Way bigger than usual. Looming like it'd pierce her solar plexus—no, her throat.
"Ugh..."
Tears welled again.
Oh no.
Queen's self-esteem hit rock bottom again.
"S-sorry..."
She hung her head, sniffling. "You're so excited... and..."
Small hand fiddled with her crotch.
"I can't even take you properly..."
Complex rearing its head. Guilt over not consummating as man and woman. And sadness.
Her shoulders slumped.
"It's fine, I swear. Just rubbing against your skin is heaven."
I stroked her head frantically to soothe.
Elma's face turned deadly serious.
"No! Can't serve my master like this as maid chief!"
Determined shout. She bolted upright.
Jiggle!
"I'll make you feel good with these at least!"
She mashed her heavy breasts together with both hands.
Paizuri. Her go-to as a woman to please me. Amazing, sure, but...
"Hold on, Elma."
Today, something else.
"Huh...?"
My gaze drifted lower suggestively. Rolled-up black miniskirt. Shy sky-blue striped panties. Bursting black over-knee socks. Between: her barley-pale absolute territory. Plump curves from squeezed flesh.
Hand slid slowly from her back to waist. Slipped under the skirt hem boldly.
"H-husband...?"
Sky-blue fabric snagged on fingertips. Gripped both sides tight.
Sliide.
"Aaah?!"
Yanked them right off.
"Aah! Nooo! So sudden... ch-cheaterrr...!"
Elma flushed crimson with shame. Hands flew to cover her face.
Defenseless lower half. Short legs twisted shut.
"D-don't look... ugh... so embarrassing..."
Don't look? Gulp.
How could a man not?
"Today's punishment: right here."
Sliide.
"Eek?!"
Gripped inner thigh hard. Both thighs fit in one hand. Overflowing juicy flesh.
"Th-thighs...?"
Elma shivered, tensing her legs.
I glanced around. Dessert plate piled with white whipped cream.
Scoop.
"Wh-what for, Master?"
"Lube."
Splat!
"Gyaaah...!!"
Exposed inner thighs. Smeared sticky cream thick on tender skin.
"N-no fair using cafe food for pranks...!"
She squirmed, hands over face in shame.
"No prank."
Grinned, shucking pants.
"You're gonna eat it anyway, right Elma?"
"...!?"
Her face burned hotter.
"Y-you beast! Pervert...!"
Cursing, but not hating it. Parted legs slightly amid heated breaths.
Cherry pink. Between pale thighs, shyly twitching folds.
Laid my boiling pillar heavy atop.
Sliick. Squish.
"Nngh...!"
Hot hardness slid slick skin in one stroke. Moist secret heat. Cream's slipperiness. Dwarf-tight muscles padded plush.
Brain-melting pleasure flood. Were thighs ever this good?
"Ugh... so heavy..."
Pinned her shoulders. Thrust hips in earnest.
Squish. Squelch.
"Aaah! Haaah...!"
Wet friction echoed. Enhanced hips hit harder than usual.
Slap! Slap!
Hips and ass collided repeatedly. Explosive impacts.
"Eek, hiiik...?! T-too rough...!"
Table rattled. Elma's body shook wildly. Skirt flapped rhythmically.
Skin-on-skin madness bliss repeated.
"Husband...! Hyaang! M-maaaster...!"
Titles jumbled. Tiny head melted in pleasure and heat.
Sensitive spots grazed: back arched sharply.
"Elma..."
Tear-streaked cute face gasping. Insanely jiggling tits. Cream-white thighs. Black over-knees.
"Driving me insane."
"Aaaang! Love it...! Husband so gooood...!"
Beast-mode pounding. Elma surrendered her flesh fully, reveling.
Squelch! Splat!
Cream splattered, soaking table. Sweet scent. Wet forest. Nutty aroma. Dessert medley.
"I-I'm going weird...!"
Almond eyes rolled white. Toes curled tight.
Tiny body at limit. Pre-climax Elma wailed pleasure.
"Am I... tasty...?! Husband...!"
Throwback to her joke, whiny.
"How tasty am I in Master's mouth... hyaaang...!"
"Insanely tasty."
Final thrust with answer.
Splat! Slap!
"Hiiiiaaaang—!!"
Tiny body convulsed skyward. Hot juices mixed cream.
Climaxed mini-maid. Eyes rolled back, death-rattle scream.
My brutal release hit simultaneous.
"Ngh...!"
Hot semen erupted toward her chest. Self-stupefying volume.
"Haa... haa..."
Panting ragged, collapsed atop her.
"Hnnng... haa..."
Elma under me twitched. Unfocused eyes wandered. Limp lips agape. Tongue lolled out.
Table: warzone. Shattered plates. Mashed food. Shed panties and cream. Cum-soaked us.
"Good work."
Whispered tenderly in her ear.
"Best maid cafe in the world."
"Ugh... hehe..."
Heard the praise through her daze. Grinned foolishly.
Short arms flopped, clinging to my neck.
"Maaaster..."
Hoarse voice trailed cutely.
"You'll... be a regular... right...?"
Even now, pro work ethic.
"Every day."
Chuckled, kissed tiny lips.