24—Family Dinner (R-18)

The dinner went... as well as I had expected. It was a tedious and irritating affair, but not to the point of actual harassment.

My brothers made fun of my prolonged absence in roundabout ways, mockingly asking me if I'd had fun with my 'skeletal' maid, and whether she even had enough muscle in her 'stick-like arms' to make the beds, telling me how I should get better at managing my money to be able to buy 'a slave that is at least half-decent' next time, saying how my maid was like a dirty patch on the white napkin that was our family, and just trying to piss me off in general.

Like I said, bothersome, irksome, but tolerable.

This would normally be the part where old me would snap and yell at them or throw a fork at their faces, this giving them a perfect reason to punish me by making me do menial tasks or run errands for them, perhaps something even more degrading since they hadn't had the chance to bully me for a while.

Father, of course, would simply let all that happen in front of him and wouldn't even lift a finger at the blatant injustice.

Unfortunately for them, however, I was not old me, and they didn't get the response they wanted. I simply ignored them, since I had already come prepared to tune them out.

Then they apparently moved on to plan B, though I truly doubted that had given it that much thought, which consisted on asking me semi-hard questions about management, etiquette and economy, probably on the latest topics their tutors taught them, to try to make me a laughingstock when I had no clue about the answers.

Except that, once again, they had no way of knowing that I wasn't old me anymore.

Now, of course I didn't get them all right, and many of the answers I gave were crude or weren't 100% correct, but I was pretty sure that me managing to answer coherently at all was way outside their expectations as they were starting at me dumbfounded by the time our desserts arrived.

Even if economy, politics and management wasn't my specialty, it turned out that a systematic education, if you took it seriously like I had done, gave you enough knowledge on such topics to be able to fare quite well for oneself in an underdeveloped, medieval-esqe world.

I was just glad my food hadn't been tampered with, like the time they had added a strong laxative to my drink, or when they asked the chef to switch the sugar for salt or use nearly spoiled eggs, since it would have been quite the displeasure for my improved taste buds.

Naturally, even as they barraged me with questions, my 'father' simply listened to our conversation and barely talked at all during dinner, his face dark but unreadable.

Well, obviously an aged man like himself would at least be wise enough to not pick on his kid just like that, even if he didn't like me. In that sense, he was at least more mature than my donkey-like brothers.

I politely excused myself after I finished dinner and went back to my room. Things had gone fairly alright on my end, but I was worried about Aina.

She was already in my room when I arrived, and she immediately jumped to me and hugged me when she saw me. Then, she whispered to my ear, "Master... please fuck me. Hard."

That was enough for me.

I threw Aina onto the bed, then practically tore her maid outfit off, revealing her beautiful slim body. Then, I dived for her crotch, pressing my mouth against her lower lips, and vacuuming out her love juices.

She pressed my head down as she moaned crazily, using her thighs to clamp on both sides of my head. I ate her out wholeheartedly, rubbing her pink nub and pinching it and rolling it around with my fingers as I used my other hand to thrust two fingers into her puckered up asshole and penetrated her snatch repeatedly with my tongue, thrusting it in and out and wriggling it around with no apparent rhyme or rhythm.

"OoohHHhH!! Masteeerrr! Y-you're too ghood at thhishhhh! I-I'm going to cum alreadyyyy!! AahHhhHh!!"

I redoubled my efforts when I noticed she was about to cum, and didn't stop until I had delivered another three orgasms to my gorgeous maid.

Then, she eagerly sucked me off, constantly looking me in the eyes with a gaze full of lust and love in equal parts, until I blew my load deep in her throat. She struggled to keep it all in, but after she managed to gulp all of my milk down, she kept sucking me as she fapped the base of my shaft, which she couldn't take in her mouth, with her hands, so I spun her around and started a steamy 69, licking her already parted pink lips That distracted her from her enthusiastic fellatio, but I made up for it by thrusting my hips up into her throat as I ate her out. We both came again, her orgasm seemingly a specially big one, and only then did we start fucking for real.

I did her from behind, rapidly pounding her as I grabbed onto her ass cheeks. I thought about spanking her, but somehow I didn't feel like Aina would like it, so instead I wriggled one of my thumbs into her anus. She moaned in pleasure and came on my cock, so I slid the other one in, then separated them, giving me a first-row look of her quivering anal walls, which got squished together from the bottom every time I shoved my length inside her.

I had never had a special predisposition for anal, at most thinking of it as a curious, if relatively gross, alternative to conventional sex, but Rinse made my biggest reservation a non-issue and right then I really wanted to plug her ass with my huge cock and fill her intestines with cum.

Of course, I knew better than to translate my thoughts into action. Aina's ass was nowhere near ready to take my cock. Maybe, just maybe, it'd be an option in the future.

I came inside her two times, and by then, we were both so tired that we fell asleep almost instantly.