A hushed whimper broke the hollow silence of the castle halls.

Felicia could barely stand to look Corrin in the eyes while in her compromising position. She could only peek while her lover Corrin licked her lips from across the red carpet between them. Her hands shook as they held up her black laced dress, exposing her tender, quivering penis and balls to one very special patron. Her nipples stood erect underneath the thin black fabric of her maid uniform, tightly gripping her midsection so that Corrin could see every heave of her nervous breath undulating her diaphragm. "M-Master!" she stammered quietly, "I promise to do my b-best!"

Corrin wore the hungry, yet disarming smile of a dragon princess awakened to a new object of lust: Felicia's adorable cock. It throbbed, throbbed, throbbed as if working a clumsy trance on her. "Remember what we talked about, Felicia?" Corrin teased while brushing back her silver locks. She stared resolutely into Felicia's eyes, seeking to impart some of her strength unto her timid maid. "You're the master today."

"O-okay." Felicia assented, pulling herself together. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, reimagining herself into someone like her sister Flora: cool, composed and above all else competent. Her stance widened as she lifted her skirt higher to her breasts. She looked at Corrin with eyes still fraught with insecurity. "Come here, Corrin" she whispered nervously. A wince at the end punctuated the thought with a nonverbal 'please.'

Without pause, Corrin strutted up close enough to smell Felicia's perfume, mixed with the lewd musk of her exposed member underneath her dress. "I am here, master." Corrin said with a sultry obedience bordering on parody. Clearly, she had yet to hand over the reins. "Tell me your bidding."

The nearness of Corrin stoked the fire rising beneath her dress even further. It lapped up and down like a pet before Corrin's legs. Felicia was in heat, blushing madly while she shook in the eye of an emotional hurricane. She brought the dress up to her face as a barrier between Corrin's goading smile nearing hers.

"Sit!" she commanded. And just like that, Corrin disappeared from Felicia's view. She looked down to find Corrin on her knees, in front of her cock, looking up at her with an expectant wonder in her eyes.

Corrin truly was eager to please Felicia, ready to do anything for her most beloved companion in this dark, solitary fortress. She's had an idea of what Felicia wanted ever since they've been talking about their bodies in secret bedroom chats long ago. Her mouth watered as she let herself get lost in Felicia's concerned eyes, peering over the edge of the inviting black dress, waiting.

Felicia caught on to Corrin's sincerity, drew strength from it even. She moaned as Corrin's breath graced her length. "For your f-first t-task," she stammered, reciting a practiced script in her head, "lick the head of my cock and t-tell me how it tastes."

"As you wish, master" Corrin replied, drawing out her breathy words as she opened wide, showing her writing tongue to the now entranced maid looking down on her. Her lips formed a ring, sized to fit the flared head of cock meat before her. This was only the beginning, the first step of a vast road of pulsating, veiny girl dick stretched before her, ending at Felicia's crotch, with her smooth scrotum undulating below, all tantalizingly out of reach for now. The musk overwhelmed her, a primal smell that activated her sex and sent shivers down her arms. It felt so good, she thought to herself, to be submerged in all of this, held under the lusty fog by Felicia's emerging dominant side.

She decadently slid her tongue up just underneath the tip, feeling the head brush against her nose, sending her deeper into submissive bliss. Sweet. Salty. A hint of bitterness. Only the tip of her tongue made contact, but that was all she needed to fall in love with the taste. This was the taste of her master, and she hoped to taste nothing else. All the while, she never broke eye contact with the maid in question, who's lashes fluttered under the strain of mind-numbing pleasure.

"Tell me." Felicia panted, fighting to speak over the throbbing need knocking on her mind's door. "How is it?"

Corrin swirled her tongue around the inside of her mouth, coating her mouth in cock-touched saliva. "Like cream."

The sight of Corrin panting on her knees turned Felicia into something else, added a new gleam to her eye.

Realization stabbed her brain like a ruinous dagger. Instead of feeling pain, though, she giggled like a child with her plaything. This was fun.

"You adorable slut." She cooed to her desperate little thing. "Of course, my servant loves her master's cum. You'd make a great maid." With a flourish, she let her dress fall over Corrin's head, and Corrin relished in the darkness underneath. Felicia giggled and demanded more. Instincts flowed and took over, repressed frustration moved her hands to pull in Corrin's head poking up from under the black frilly fabric. "But maids know their place, and you, Corrin, are beneath our station. Now suck my cock, servant."

"I will, master." Corrin said in a drunk stupor. The dick in front of her glistened under the shade of Felicia's dress. She started slow, smothering her tongue up and down the shaft while fondling her breasts with both hands. Her tongue slipped effortlessly along Felicia's supple cock skin, and she loved the texture, images of it penetrating her own sopping wet pussy filled her imagination. It bounced a little to her touch, occasionally slapping her face while she worked it in the dark. To keep it in one place, and to service Felicia's cock even harder, she took hold of it and began to stroke eagerly, noticing it throb even harder the moment her fingers graced its saliva coated surface.

Suddenly, Corrin's head became a ram, and Felicia impaled her mouth with it, pushing through her mouth, violently parting her jaw. "No hands, Corrin." Felicia let herself go at this point, embracing her power and slamming her hips forward. Corrin gagged, Saliva and precum dripped down from Corrin's mouth onto the carpet while she gagged. Felicia continued to pound and use Corrin's mouth, fucking her face and enjoying Corrin's difficulty keeping up. She then lifted her right leg up and propped it against the wall behind Corrin, utterly caging her pet in a lustful enclosure filled with the scent of cum, shrouded by her black dress.

Master. Cum. No other thought surfaced in Corrin's mind as she rode Felicia's cock, blinded in all senses save for touch. And what a delicious, back breaking touch it was. Corrin's neck felt like jelly, her throat at the mercy of Felicia's dick obstructing her esophagus, letting her breath only by her whim. Just as Felicia had succumbed to the novel experience, so too did Corrin's inhibitions. Master. Cum. She knew how to help Felicia along to climax, she had to act now, so that master can cum faster! She reached between Felicia's legs with both hands and found her pussy, nestled behind her swaying balls. She sunk one finger inside, electrifying her arm with Felicia's shuddering.

Felicia's knees buckled slightly. A heartful moan escaped her. "Ungh! That's it! Please me! Your mouth-pussy belongs to me! It's…mine!" She closed her eyes to brace herself against the coming torrent of endorphins breaching her senses. "All…mine!" She creamed her servant's mouth with one walloping gob of cum jettisoned by her clenched balls. Her pussy seized around Corrin's fingers, showering her and the carpet in love juices. Corrin crammed her face up to the base of Felicia's shaft, dutifully containing the full brunt of it without spilling much more than what covered her mouth already. Pressing her tongue underneath Felicia's dick, she could feel every subsequent spurt of cum pulse underneath the skin. And the taste of it, Felicia's mark of ownership, stain her soul as much as it did her mouth and clothes. She pulled out and even more cum fountained onto her, some of it catching on Felicia's dress, speckling the fabric with white.

Corrin let herself slump over to the side, escaping the cover of Felicia's dress. Cum seemed to blanket her to such an extent that the weight of it all kept her pinned to the carpet. It veiled her face in pure white, matching the frills of Felicia's uniform. Eyes still alive with the sparkle of an obedient dog, Corrin coughed once, twice, recovering from the ecstasy lingering all over. Felicia looked upon her handiwork, coming back into the light of the hallway, back into reality.

Her eyes nervously darted around the hallway, hoping that their little scene went unnoticed.