Owning a Maid Harem Ch. 34

I grunted, "Fuck!"

I flooded Sherry's deflowered pussy with my cum as she drowned in her twin's cunt cream. My dick erupted over and over again into her spasming twat. She suckled at me with such heat. I loved every last second of it.

It was fantastic having all that delight rushing through me. I groaned with each blast of spunk erupting from my dick. It was an amazing moment to have all that ecstasy flooding through me with each eruption.

"Oh, Master!" Sherry moaned as I pumped her full of my cum.

I shuddered through all that rapture as her pussy milked me dry. I groaned as I filled her twat up with every last drop of spunk I had in my nuts. Sherry rubbed her face into Cherry's cunt. I felt so damned good.

I was fucking Kylie hard tonight for this treat.

~~*~~

Ms. Lynette Docea

"And what degree are you working on, Miss Stevens?" I asked.

"You can tots call me Melissa," the college coed. Her bleached-blonde hair tumbled about her tan face. She wore a tight belly shirt with no bra on beneath, her nipples clearly pierced. "I'm getting my degree in Human Resources with a minor in DIE."

"Right, right," I said. "Well, that's not what I'm looking for in a maid for Hayward Manor." I sat at a table with Asuka beside me at the Ivywood University's job fair. I had three garters in my chest to fill out, and I was hoping to find one smart girl here. "I'm looking for a maid with a useful degree."

"What's not useful 'bout Human Resources?" Melissa asked. "People, are like, tots the most import' thing there is."

"Did she just shorten important?" Asuka asked as she typed on her laptop. She was refining her predictive algorithm."

"Thank you," I told Melissa. "I'm sure there's some Fortune 500 that's looking for an airhead to hire them more bimbos hang out and having meetings."

"Fine," Melissa said.

She was the thirty-third useless woman who had come up. Gender Studies Majors, Queer Studies Majors, Interpretive Dance Majors, Sociology Majors, Teaching Majors, French Poetry Majors, Pop Culture Majors, and more. None of them were girls who went to college to learn something useful. History, mathematics, biology, physics, chemistry, psychology, and medicine. Nothing that would help us understand where the Imprisoned would burst out next.

"Hi," the next young woman said. She was a petite, Chinese coed with glasses perched on her dainty nose. "Maid for Hayward Manor must be in STEM track or other productive majors."

"Yep," said Asuka. "Like if you can understand neural language algorithm for teaching AI to sort through data for patterns, that would be neat."

"Well, yes," said the Chinese girl. "I have a major in Mathematics with a focus on predictive algorithms and a minor in Computer Science. I'm about to start my doctoral work in image recognition algorithms."

Asuka turned her computer screen. "My AI is trawling through social media, news reports, and every search engine looking for predictive patterns. I am getting some strange signs from a farm a hundred miles away. All the cows produced black milk yesterday. Three miles from there this morning, all the hens laid red eggs at another farm that were full of blood."

"How weird," said the girl. She had a sticker nametag that ran Ming Hu on it. "What are you looking for?"

"Predicting when fairy-like beings break into our world and have to be tracked," she said. "My bot seems to have found a trail of something causing unusual incidents. I need to see if we can find other markers to give us a bearing on the disturbance."

"Well, if you can understand all of that," I said, opening my cedar box. I pulled out a gray garter. "Welcome to the harem. You are a maid of Hayward Manor."

Ming Hu's eyes widened behind her glasses. She straightened and immediately pulled off her t-shirt. It had a math equation on it that I vaguely recognized. It seemed to be a joke because Asuka giggled. I was glad to have Ming Hu onboard.

She threw off her t-shirt and unhooked a purple bra that covered her small breasts. A large crowd of students moved behind her, men and women, but she didn't care. She unsnapped her jeans and shoved those off along with her yellow panties revealing a rather thick bush.

I rose from the table and moved around it, my maid's uniform swirling. "Welcome to the harem, Ming. I'm Lynette Docea."

"We call her Ms. Docea," Asuka said. "She's a chief maid, picked by Master Hayward himself."

"Oh, my," said Ming. "Will I get to meet our illustrious Master?"

"Of course," I said as she stepped out of her shoes so she could pull off her jeans bunched around her ankles. "He'll want to make love to you when we get back to the manor. Hopefully, I'll have recruited more girls."

I slipped the garter up her leg, her skin this wonderfully pale-olive hue. She had a thick bush dripping in juices. She was gorgeous. Another wonderful addition to the harem. I slid the garter up and up her thigh until it was snug around her leg.

"There," I said, rising and kissing her.

She whimpered into my lips, her tongue so delicious. I was so ready to make love to her right here. She was part of the harem. Asuka stared at her computer screen. There was so much going on. I didn't care right now.

I broke the kiss and purred, "First, you have to eat my pussy, Ming."

"Yes, Ms. Docea," she said, her entire body shaking.

I smiled and moved around the table. I sat back down at my seat and spread my legs. My boobs jiggled in my low-cut bodice as Mind dropped to her knees. She crawled beneath the table, so ready to feast on me.

What a wonderful addition to the harem.

~~*~~

The Huntsmen

I slammed my spear into the Hay.

The golden wall rippled from the impact. It was weakened by the Lord of the Hay's recent incursion. He had entered these lands, and I missed him. I breathed in his scent. They all smelled the same. That same stink that was on my queen after he ravished her.

After he cuckolded me.

Anger boiled through me as I rode down the wall. I would find the place to breach it. I would burst through into the mortal world and run him down. Nothing would stop me from getting my vengeance on the Lord of the Hay.

He wooed my Queen.

Turned her into his harlot. I would find my satisfaction and end that miserable line once and for all. After he died, I would kill the Twins, those miserable bitches spawned from the Lord of the Hay's seed planted in my Queen's loins.

They all would be spitted upon my spear.

To be continued...