NSFW Special 03 - A Good Maid

Notes : Chapters 71 and 72 of Manaforged Robotics have been written and added to the queue !

At last ! It is here. Only...a year and a half in the making, but no one said I had to be quick about these. Cough

For those who didn't see it in the previous chapter upload, there's a poll in the patreon #nsfw-discussion channel on discord about what the next NSFW special should be about ! So far, the Tea Party (with Emilia, Pyn, Alexandra and Allya, and some...under the table action) is winning.

Allya hummed as she swiped the table with her washcloth. Her personal quarters had seen quite a bit of expansion since she'd married Pyn. It was a full suite now, though all the rooms were open to one another, enabling them to do a great deal many things in private.

Things like, say, having her clean the table while dressed as a slutty maid, with high heeled shoes, thigh highs, a skirt so short it failed to hide anything, and a corset that stopped low enough to give support without covering anything. And, of course, a maid's signature headpiece, secured to her head well enough to serve as a handle if need be.

She continued humming to herself, as she tried to ignore the vibrating dildo between her legs, rumbling on its lowest setting, teasing her endlessly. Pyn liked to watch her squirm, and-

Allya yelped as she felt the sharp sting of slap on her rear, and looked back to see Pyn, smiling behind her.

Her wife was in her favorite outfit. It was similar to what Allya herself was wearing, minus the skirt and the maid paraphernalia.

And, of course, a strapon, securely attached to her hips, glistening with lube, highlighting the ribs all along its length.

Allya tightened around the toy inside her at the very sight, driving it slightly out of her entrance and eliciting a moan.

"Excited ?" Said Pyn, amused, as she caressed her wife's rear, causing Allya to nod. "Good. But don't come without permission, unless you wish to be punished~." Purred the elf, before giving the maid's rear another slap. "Now focus on your task..."

Allya swallowed, and nodded once again, focusing back on the table, though it was difficult, especially with her wife still caressing her rear and knowing she was just waiting for the perfect moment to strike...

Which was why she was caught unaware when she suddenly grabbed a hold of the toy, and in one swift motion, removed it from her entrance...before ramming in the strapon.

Allya jerked forward, her surprised gasp ending with a loud moan as Pyn swatted her ass once more, before gripping her cheeks firmly, starting to slowly withdraw the toy.

"I said focus!"

Allya suppressed the urge to nod once again, frantically swiping the table as her girlfriend finished withdrawing the strapon feeling each rib pop out, and began pushing it back in, slowly picking up her pace as she began fucking her, her hands moving to grip her waist tightly for leverage.

It wasn't long before she was fully pounding into her wife, her hips meeting Allya's rear with an audible slap with each thrust, and the Empress struggled to stay up as she was railed into the table, trying to hold her building orgasm in check and keep her balance at the same time.

Thankfully, the elf slackened her pace. She was strong and enduring thanks to essence, but she was not nearly as inexhaustible or relentless as Emilia -or the machines she had Alexandra make- could be. Not to mention a great deal less cruel.

Pyn had no problem making her move around the streets in a miniskirt with a vibrator or two rumbling between her legs, having to squeeze down on them to keep them from slipping out of her, minding her every step lest she flashed someone.

Emilia...she felt like Emilia would just parade Alexandra on a leash if she could, showing off her quivering, begging mess of a dungeon core for all to see. Or at least make it seem like so to get her girlfriend to squirm.

Pyn leaned forward, her chest pressing against Allya's back as her hands moved up her body, caressing, rubbing, circling...until they found her breasts, delivering a rough squeeze accompanied by a sudden thrust, making her bite her lower lip as she drove her orgasm back.

"Still holding back ? Good girl~~." Purred the elf, and Allya licked her lips.

"T-Thank you mistress."

"Let's make it a bit more interesting then, since you seem to be finding this easy~~."

Allya bit back a retort, that she was finding this anything but easy, especially as Pyn withdrew her hands, withdrawing the toy as she leaned back until barely the tip was in, and she heard a distinct rummaging. The elf had a spatial pouch attached to the back of her corset, allowing her to carry around a veritable arsenal of toys, and the last thing she wanted was provoke her.

The elf's hands returned soon enough, alongside another thrust, burying the entire toy into her as her fingers went straight for her sensitive and by that point rock hard nipples. Flicking, tugging, rubbing...and then, eliciting a gasp from the Empress, pinching with a pair of clamps, before letting go.

Allya bit her lower lip as she heard the jingle of a chain hitting the tabletop, and felt the weight tugging on her nipples. Vibrating clamps, large, pink eggs hanging off of them, ready to hum into action, and a golden chain linking them.

"Now, let's see how well you hold up~~." Pyn said, as a distinct click sounded throughout the room, and the clamps began to vibrate, drawing out a moan from the 'maid' as the elf began thrusting into her again, grabbing her rear and-

And they both froze as the intercom chimed.

Allya wasn't sure whether to feel disappointed or relieved as Pyn stepped away, the strapon sliding out her dripping wet entrance, moaning as the last rib popped out of her, and straightening herself, moving to remove the clamps and return to their bedroom to make herself present-

She froze as Pyn grabbed her hand, stopping her halfway to the clamps.

Allya met the elf's gaze, and her eyes widened at her smile.

Which was why she was thoroughly caught off guard when she used her other hand to push a toy between her cheeks. It was well lubed, and despite how tense she was, the elf easily sunk it into her rear entrance, as Allya instantly recognized the toy that had been occupying her pussy before Pyn saw fit to fill it with her strapon.

"Y-You can't be serious!" She gasped out, and Pyn's smile widened.

"A good maid answers the door for her mistress." Seeing that Allya wasn't moving, she unceremoniously moved her hand to between the Empress' breasts, twirling her fingers around the chain, and tugged her forward.

Allya followed, moaning and gasping as she was tugged forward by the still vibrating clamps, feeling the toy in her rear shift within her with each step, bringing her ever closer to orgasm.

Pyn practically shoved her against the intercom, bending her over and smiling deviously, before positioning herself behind the Empress, who looked at her with pleading eyes.

Pyn's only answer was to reach out behind her back, and pull out a riding crop.

Allya immediately turned back towards the intercom...and pressed the button above her head.

"Allya here." She said, trying to keep her voice nice and clear.

"Your majesty." Said Éclair through the device. "Apologies for the disturbing you, but there have been some news."

"E-Enlighten me." Said Allya, trying her best not to moan as Pyn gripped her ass, and sunk her strapon into her mid sentence.

"Keep it going as long as you can. And don't stop transmitting." Whispered Pyn. "If you get your finger off that button before I tell you, or you come..."

She trailed off as Allya nodded. No need to explain further.

"There have started to be some disputes over land for, er, prestige purposes milady."

"Prest-" She bit back a moan, as Pyn withdrew the toy, and slammed it back in, starting to rail her again. "P-Prestige ?"

"Yes milady. A lot of bids are being made by various Asarian noble houses and foreign delegations for buildings near the palace, presumably for the prestige of being nearer the manner, and easier access to you." There was a pause, during which Allya let out a gasp as Pyn's hands once again grabbed her breasts for leverage, squeezing them harshly...and turning the vibrators in the clamps up a notch. "Are you alright, milady ?"

"I-I'm fine." She had to stop herself from screaming out in pleasure as Pyn clicked on something and this time the strapon began to vibrate, slamming it in and out of her at an even more zealous pace, causing her to start losing control of her voice as she struggled not to come. "J-Just winded."

"My apologies for disturbing you during your exercise milady."

By the time the bodyguard had finished speaking, Pyn's pace had gotten far beyond the point it had been previously, loud slaps echoing throughout the room every time her hips met Allya's rear, railing her into the intercom instead of the table. Thankfully, for security reasons, the intercom was engineered specifically to pick up the voice of the person talking into it, and absolutely nothing else. Something which, with the benefit of hindsight, Pyn had clearly requested for more than just the official reasons...

"N-No prob-Ah, problem!" Allya spoke quickly, trying to cover up the moan that had slipped out, which seemed to only further excite Pyn, the elf's grip on her breasts turning into a rough, merciless kneading as the powers of the toys turned up to maximum, and Allya's mind almost blanked out as the pleasure started to overwhelm her.

"Thank you. What should we do however ?"

Allya almost didn't answer...until one of Pyn's hands left her breast, and she cried out as there was a sharp crack and the riding crop hit her rear, expertly swung to land in between two thrusts, the burning immediately compounded by Pyn's hips repeatedly pistoning into her.

"A-AH!"

"Milady! Are you alright ?"

"I-I'm fine!" Said the Empress with indecent haster. "Just stubbed m-my toe. I believe i-it would be best t-to get Melia f-for a meeting in my office."

"Of course milady, but are you su-"

Allya felt her muscles coil as pleasure overpowered her. She wasn't able to hold back anymore, and she let go of the transmit button in extremis, slamming her hand on the 'terminate call' one.

A split second later, she came, screaming out Pyn's name as her juices flowed out of her entrance, only avoiding collapsing to the floor thanks to the elf shifting to holding her up.

Pyn continued thrusting, though at a much more gentle rythm, rocking the strapon back and forth, letting her ride out her orgasm, before pulling out of her and grabbing her into a bridal carry.

"Well, that was fun, wasn't it ?" Said the elf with a smile.

"F-Fuck you Pyn..." Managed to let out Allya.

"My, don't say that...besides." The elf's smile turned wicked. "You failed, didn't you ? That means you must be punished!"

Allya bit her lower lip.

"R-Right now ?"

"No." The Empress let out a sigh of relief. Thank the Gods. She had the endurance to take it, but still... "I have a much better idea in mind."

Oh no.

"W-What do you mean ?"

The elf smiled.

"You have a meeting with Melia to schedule. And I was thinking of that chair that Alexandra so mindfully built for you..."

Which was to say, it was a replica of the one used during that faithful meeting...only dialed back so she wouldn't come within thirty seconds of being seated upon it, the dungeon core being able to endure a lot more than she ever could.

"I-I won't last a minute!"

"Oh, I'm sure you'll be able to do a great deal more than that. Besides, I'll be there to...supervise. I'll make sure not to push you too hard. And I'll be able to add my own touch too." She leaned in, whispering in the Empress' ear as she carried her to their bedroom. "After all, we did enlarge your desk, and I'm certain I can fit underneath it now. I'm sure you'll appreciate a more...human touch rather than just a machine, mmmhhh ?"

Allya tightened at the very idea, Pyn underneath her desk, playing with her as the chair mercilessly pistoned toys into her...

She was screwed. In every sense of the word. So, so screwed...