Not every morning did Corrin wake up strapped limb by limb to her bed. But it's what she agreed to the day before, and she was a princess of her word. The memory of their lewd pact brought little comfort to her wrists and ankles, which were pulled taught by silk sheets wrapped around the bedposts, but not so much that she couldn't comfortably sink into the mattress beneath her while being weighed down by Felicia, straddled atop her master's naked belly.
"Wake up, master!" Felicia proudly announced, nearly as clothes-less as her master, save for her black silk stockings and a demure maid's headdress atop her pink ponytail. Her triumphant smile was infectious. Despite the awkward situation, Corrin caught her maid's happy aura and smiled back while Felicia continued. "I strapped you in without disturbing your sleep!"
"I knew you could do it" Corrin said encouragingly. Something hard slapped Corrin's exposed breasts. Felicia giggled and adjusted her headband while Corrin's gaze shifted down to her dick, the organ jutting out of the crevice between her two perky breasts, throbbing like mad. She noticed a strange article of cloth wrapped around the shaft as it brushed against her skin.
"Do you like my cock sleeve?" Felicia gleamed. "I made it from scrap cloth just for you. Go on and have a closer look."
Felicia shifted her hips forward, pushing her pink flaring tip just far enough to grace Corrin's lips to show the whole of it. It encased the whole length from base to below the head, a tight rapping of black cloth crowned on both ends by a ring of white lace.
Corrin licked the underside of Felica's tip, awash again in the scent of precum. But Felicia shoved Corrin's head back onto the pillow and sighed "Oh, goodness, master! I almost forgot!" Brushing Corrin's hair, Felicia leaned in to coo into her master's ear, her inviting grin bearing the teeth of a rather adorable predator. "You're my maid in training. And that means I have to teach you some restraint."
She jumped upright, unable to contain all her glee. Her dick rubbed against the silky fabric of the sleeve as it was buried in Corrin's bust. She could see the head pop out just enough to reach Corrin's collarbone. She could feel her tip become cold and wet from precum. Below her balls, Felicia's labia grinded against Corrin's belly, painting her in pussy juice.
Pinching fingers grasping her breasts caused Corrin to yelp and reflexively draw her arms in. But she could only struggle against the hold on her wrists. "Oh, please don't hurt yourself, master." Felicia chided playfully. "And while you're at it, don't talk. A good maid knows when to, um, keep her mouth shut."
Felicia began to pump Corin's breasts, building up the pace of her titfucking from a slow beat to a steady but terribly raw grind. Her breath became ragged, the sensation of the dry silk on her sensitive shaft sending her hips into a subdued frenzy for more. As she mashed Corrin's breasts against her dick, her precum began to smear the walls of Corrin's valley, soiling her sleeve and all of Corrin's neck. She watched Corrin wince in need, teased into exhausting agony.
"Good girl" Felicia huffed, leaning over Corrin's head and moving her hands to gingerly pet her trainee's hair. "Now it's time for your…breakfast." Corrin closed her eyes and let Felicia curl over her head, breathing becoming more difficult as Felicia's cock throbbed even harder. Love juices began to spill over her belly onto the bedsheets.
Corrin's clit was engorged, erupting from its hood to feel the cold morning chill while bouncing up and down to Felicia's desperate, climactic thrusts. Her body was freely used as a toy for Felicia's cock, breasts sore from the kneading from earlier. Colors began to swirl before her for lack of blood. She opened her mouth.
And then, a white flash engulfed her mind. She felt it eject from Felicia's cock, leaping forth to sow her waiting tongue with warm, pearly semen. Felicia's cunt sprayed her belly with ejaculate, further wetting the bed and Felicia's plump ass. Another spurt, and Corrin caught it in her mouth again, accumulating a wad of cum in her mouth to savor. Felicia pressed closer, leaning more before squealing once more. Some of it spattered over her closed eyelid, and Corrin reached the height of submissive ecstasy. She came too, silently and without any stimulation, her muscles nearly binding in a cramp. It all invigorated her, having her breasts used by Felicia. As she squirmed through aftershocks of pleasure, Corrin moaned so loudly she feared that someone outside her room would hear.
Felicia felt Corrin's body writhe like a worm against her pussy and laughed incredulously while leaning back upright. "I didn't expect that kind of reaction from you, lady Corrin" she mused, her attention drawn to her hands, still sticky from her pre. The musk of it made her heart race, entrancing her. She ran a hand along Corrin's belly to scoop up her own lewd aftermath. It stuck fast to her fingers well enough for her to hold it up to the morning light now encroaching through the window beside them. It refracted the rays like tinsel, inviting her to draw her hand closer.
Corrin panted in relief when Felicia rose off her head and let her breath more freely. Her bound hands and feet lay helpless while she could only look up at her once shy maid. Felicia opened her mouth and ran her tongue along her ring finger, then another, then the rest, tasting her newfound depravity, sucking up all her salty cum until it was clean. She looked deeply into Corrin's eyes after the deed was done before leaning in for a messy, kiss. They swapped Felicia's cum in between themselves for almost too long. Felicia was the first to realize.
"The royal family will be away for a long while, trainee." Felicia purred with cum still dripping from her lips onto Corrin's. "That gives me a whole month to teach you everything I know about being a maid. Today marks the start of your training." She rose off the bed and swung her legs around for a flourish as she attempted to hop off Corrin's belly. "Now let's get your uniform re-WOAH!"
One convoluted, flailing fall the floor later, and they were cleaning up in a hurry, ready to care for a mostly empty castle. Felicia wasn't going to go easy on her new pupil, and Corrin really enjoyed the bonding that resulted from their secret skinship. As she dipped Felicia's laced cocksleeve under soapy water in the wash bucket, a pang of fear dinged in her head. What if someone found out about this? A wayward ear may hear them having sex, discover her in a maid costume, or smell semen on her sheets. Jakob would kill them, and Flora would cry, then help Jakob kill them.
She licked her lips, a sweet, comforting taste of servitude to Felicia still lingering on the tongue. She wanted more.