Harem Points System: Every Touch Counts!

'She's mine now,' Xavier thought, his grin feral, his cock throbbing as he watched her trembling form. Her pussy was still dripping, thighs slick with her juices, her massive tits heaving as she fought to catch her breath. 'One more push, and she'll beg for my cock.'

His eyes gleamed, dangerous and hungry, as he rubbed his rock-hard dick against her thigh, the friction sending a shiver down Seraphina's spine. Her body tensed, then melted, her hand reaching out, fingers grazing the thick bulge in his pants.

'Fuck, yes,' he thought, his cock screaming for her touch. But just as her fingers brushed him, a sharp knock echoed against the polished wooden door.

Knock. Knock.

The air froze. Seraphina's breath hitched, her hand pausing, but her noble composure snapped back like a mask. She grabbed a silk cloth, draping it over her chest, her movements graceful but betraying the flush still warming her cheeks.

"Forgive the interruption, Lady Seraphina," came a calm, clear voice from beyond the door. "I was instructed to remind you that the council meeting is scheduled to begin shortly."

Seraphina closed her eyes for a split second, her face unreadable, then exhaled softly.

"Understood," she called, voice smooth as silk, all noble poise. "Inform the carriage rider that I'll be there shortly."

"As you wish, my Lady." The servant's footsteps faded, quiet and quick.

Silence hung heavy. Xavier's jaw clenched, frustration burning in his gut. 'Damnit'

He understood that she was a noble, with duties and all that bullshit, but he wasn't about to let her slip away, not when she was this close to breaking. Not when his cock was aching for her.

Seraphina turned, her gaze brushing his, heat still simmering in her eyes, now tangled with the sharp sting of responsibility.

"…Looks like I have to go," she said, a wry, elegant smile curving her lips, like she was trying to pull herself together.

"Are you gonna leave me like this?" Xavier asked, voice low, teasing, his eyes locked on hers. His cock was throbbing, straining against his pants, and he knew she felt it when her fingers grazed him. Hard, thick, pulsing with need.

Seraphina paused, remembering the feeling on her hands when she touched him. His thing was large, hard thick and throbbing...

With how hard it was straining against his cloth she felt like it was hurting him... It pained her.

For some reason she couldn't bear to leave him just like that...

'What am I doing?' she thought, her pulse racing, cheeks burning. 'There's nothing weird about this… but I can't just walk away. I can't just leave him like that...'

"Lie down on the massage table," she ordered, her voice firm but trembling, a deep blush creeping up her face.

'I can't believe I'm doing this. What's wrong with me? He's a slave, but… I want to make him feel good. I need to.'

Xavier grinned, hopping onto the table, his eyes never leaving her.

She slowly shucked off his pants, his cock springing free, standing tall at nine inches, thick and veined, throbbing with every heartbeat.

Seraphina first paused, taking her time to marvel at the wonderful work of God.

While she was a Virgin, she can't be said to be completely oblivious to these matters...

'it's huge,' she thought, her pussy clenching at the sight. 'How is it so perfect? I shouldn't be staring, but… I can't look away.'

"It's so big…" she muttered, her voice barely a whisper, her cheeks flaming. She forced a smile, trying to keep her noble front, but her eyes were locked on his cock, awe and need swirling in her chest. "You pleasured me, so it's only natural I do the same. So tell me. How do I pleasure you?"

'Cute,' Xavier thought, his grin widening. "Stroke it with your hands. You can use your mouth too."

Her face flushed deeper, a hint of red creeping up her neck.

"Will it even fit?" she asked, voice shaky, her mind racing.

'His tongue felt so good… if I use my mouth, it'll feel even better for him. I have to try. I want to make him feel like I did.' Her heart pounded, shame and desire warring inside her.

Xavier stayed silent, letting her stew in her need, his cock twitching as her soft hands wrapped around him.

Her touch was tentative, a bit clumsy, but so fucking dedicated it drove him wild. Her fingers were warm, smooth, sliding along his thick shaft, stroking slow, learning his shape.

The pressure was perfect, her grip tight but gentle, sending jolts of pleasure through him. His cock pulsed under her touch, veins throbbing, precum beading at the tip.

"Ugh…" Xavier groaned, low and rough, his hips twitching as she worked him. Her hands felt like heaven, soft and eager, stroking his length with growing confidence.

Each slide of her fingers sent heat racing up his spine, his balls tightening, his mind picturing her lips wrapped around him, sucking him dry.

Her strokes were amateur but earnest, her fingers gliding over his girth, feeling every vein, every pulse. She watched his reactions, her eyes flicking between his face and his cock, her blush deepening as she realized how much he loved it.

'He's enjoying this… because of me,' she thought, her heart racing, a thrill mixing with her shame. 'I shouldn't be doing this, but it feels so right. I want to make him moan more.'

"Use oil," Xavier said, voice husky, his eyes dark with lust. "It'll feel even better."

Seraphina's cheeks burned, but she grabbed the bottle, pouring a slow stream of warm oil over his cock.