Guardian of Azure: I didn't play Crestoria but have a friend who did. I followed the story after it was axed and feel his pain. It was pretty solid.

Drcaus: Not a big Granblue fan, but will do that series from time to time.

Guest: That is coming up in maybe 3 chapters?

Murakumo Unit: Will do lol

Dog: Um, arf?

JustAFool: Glad you liked it despite it not being what you were searching for. Though it does make me curious what you were looking for in a story series like this.

I updated Convergence, so I can take a break from it and write some smut at shorter intervals for a bit. Reviews done, the chapter begins.

Chapter 17: A King and His Beastkin

A playful smirk danced on Makoto's mouth as she took in the sight of her snoring king's chiseled facial structures. Normally Ragna would be awake making his tours around the castle by now ensuring everything was on the up and up. However, nobody spotted him all day and she'd come to investigate if anything was amiss, finding her king slumbering peacefully and defenseless. Makoto licked her lips and her large bushy tail swayed excitedly at the word "defenseless" coming to mind in her contemplation. It was no way for a servant to treat their master and the beastkin knew that. Did she care? No.

Makoto traced a finger along his jawline and up to play with a lock of hair, reminding her of a wolf, which was accurate for the man snoring soundly before her. He would certainly glower at her for waking him from his peaceful nap but was confident the way she'd rouse him would soothe any anger, or at the very least temper any genuine ire thrown at her. Snickering, Makoto slithered under the blankets like a snake between his legs to lay on her stomach facing his crotch. She fished her desired item out the hole of his trousers, taking the time to admire the morning wood of her king. This cock had taken her several times, enough to leave an imprint on her soul and ingrain the sensations it roused into her very being, pulsing and hot in her palm. Its pungent stench wafted into her nostrils like an evocative fillip, growing stronger as she stroked him and pumped precum from his dick. "A maid's job is never done," she chuckled. Becoming increasingly aroused from the sight, the maid brought her head down to suck the blunt-red prick, wishing to suffocate herself in his scent.

Ragna's hips lifted off the bed for a few seconds before settling back down. She listened to him grunt in his sleep, his breathing interrupted intermittently by soft moans and semi-annoyed growls. Makoto didn't want to go too fast and wake him up, that would simply spoil the fun, maintaining a methodical pace while allowing her tongue to lick every inch of his cock. Since there wasn't much noise aside from occasional moans and grunts, the sound of her suction reverberated clearly around the room and aroused the beastkin further. She took her king past her uvula with practiced motions, the asphyxiating tightness of her throat speed-bumping his breathing, the pulsing phallus in her mouth alerting his approaching orgasm.

Arousal centered between her legs as Makoto moved a hand to tend to it. She stroked her pussy, the friction of her panties against her sensitive folds adding to the pleasure. Makoto picked her rear up for more wiggle room, swaying her bottom as she pushed her underwear aside to alleviate her aching sex directly. A veritable pool of wetness had accumulated in the short time she had his cock in her mouth and dripped onto the bed. Thrusting two fingers roused a muffled moan around his girth as her slim digits began a measured rhythm.

"The hell're you doing?"

It became somewhat colder as the sheets were thrown off her. Makoto looked up at the man who directed that question at her with an innocent grin as if she hadn't been caught red handed. Sliding Ragna from her mouth, the beastkin shot him a coquettish look, still stroking his mast. "Good morning!"

"That doesn't answer my question."

"Well, you weren't waking up…" Makoto gave his tip a cool kiss, then snuggled his shaft against her cheek like a purring kitten. "So I decided to get you up Makoto Nanaya style! I did a good job, if I do say so myself," she stated proudly, gazing up at him with expectant eyes.

"I was having a pretty nice dream," Ragna said obtusely.

A tick mark. "Oh really?" Makoto swooped down and submerged him back in her throat. The sudden action roused a harsh grunt from him as Ragna's back arched. In the same spirit, she thrust her hand into his boxers and seized his balls, palming the heavy pair with an oath. Her former meticulousness vanished along with her sensual direction as her head moved up and down his length in a mix of frustration at his stubbornness and hunger for the man grunting for her. Now that Ragna had woken up there was no need to inhibit herself. Makoto jerked him by the root and produced more precum for herself to enjoy, its flavor sparkling on her taste buds, sizzling, like oil in a frying pan.

Her impromptu attack left Ragna buffudled enough to maintain control, even people outside could probably hear her strident slurps. If anyone were to peek inside the chambers of their king they'd find him at the mercy of a beastkin's wrath, his meaty girth wrapped snugly between her lips, sliding down her throat. Makoto chuckled as she listened to him moan and grunt, recalling all the times he'd fucked her without mercy, without clemency, bringing his full force down on her. Now the tables had turned; he was at her will and whim and she enjoyed every second of it.

"S-shit…!" Ragna swore, gripping a lock of her hair as she sucked him earnestly. She sounded a triumphant chortle as the man moved in time with her and relished in the contractions of her throat. She popped him out her mouth with a pleased sigh.

"Feelin' good, my king?" Giving him no time to answer, Makoto unbuttoned her maid uniform with deft fingers. Freeing her pendant breasts, in that same motion, she slid his thick girth between both ample mounds, squeezing himself between them and sucking the remaining two inches that poked out. The grip on her skull turned searing as he tugged and pulled. Ragna pulsed in her mouth and Makoto worked him tirelessly until his grunt sounded off his orgasm like a whistle.

The beastkin moaned in delight from the load her king dispensed down her throat and swallowed him with glee, her gulps resounding purposefully for him to hear. Even more than that, listening to him moan pathetically despite brushing her off only a few moments ago was icing on the cake. When she pulled Ragna's cock from the confines of her throat, the beastkin met his dazed gaze with her confident one.

"How was that? You awake now?" She sassed, tightening her grip on him.

"Y-yeah, I'm up," Ragna hissed.

"Good." His body dropped like a rock oncd Makoto released her grip. "Thanks for the meal," she winked before leaving his chambers, her hums petering out as she got further away.