Chapter 104: Hot Night Of Sex With Maids

The quiet hum of the manor settled in as the dinner hour concluded. Alaric, having finished his meal with Iridelle, excused himself, promising to meet her again in the workshop the following morning. He moved through the dimly lit corridors, a subtle air of anticipation surrounding him. He knew what awaited him in his chambers, a welcome respite after the emotionally charged dinner with his mother.

He reached his chamber door, a heavy oak portal adorned with intricate carvings of the Steele family crest. He pushed it open, stepping into the warm, inviting space. The room was lit by several strategically placed lamps, casting a soft glow across the rich furnishings. And there, waiting for him, were Ulriya and Kara.

Ulriya, a woman of mature beauty with long, dark hair styled in a sophisticated updo, stood near the fireplace, her hands clasped nervously in front of her. Her full figure was accentuated by a simple but elegant dark red dress. Kara, younger and more vivacious, with long, dark hair cascading down her back in loose waves, sat on the edge of his bed, her posture more relaxed, almost languid. She wore a lighter blue dress that showcased her youthful curves.

Both women turned as Alaric entered, their expressions a mixture of relief and anticipation. They had been waiting for him the previous night as well, following his instructions, but he had never arrived. They had exchanged worried glances, wondering if something had happened, but they dared not question his orders.

“Young Master,” Ulriya greeted softly, her voice tinged with a hint of concern. “We were worried. You didn’t return last night.”

Kara, ever the bolder of the two, rose from the bed and approached Alaric, a playful smile on her lips. “We were starting to think you’d forgotten about us,” she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Alaric offered them both a reassuring smile. “My apologies,” he said, his voice smooth and apologetic. “I was… detained. But I assure you, I haven’t forgotten about either of you.” His gaze lingered on each of them for a moment, taking in their beauty, the anticipation in their eyes.

He stepped further into the room, closing the door behind him. The atmosphere immediately shifted, the air becoming charged with a subtle tension. He could feel their gazes on him, their unspoken desires hanging heavy in the air.

“You both look lovely this evening,” he said, his voice low and appreciative. His gaze drifted down Ulriya’s figure, lingering on her full breasts and curvy hips. Then, he looked at Kara, noticing the way her dress clung to her youthful curves, accentuating her long legs.

Ulriya blushed slightly, lowering her gaze. “Thank you, Young Master,” she murmured.

Kara, however, met his gaze directly, her smile widening. “We try our best to please you, Young Master,” she said, her voice laced with a playful challenge.

Alaric chuckled softly. “And you succeed admirably,” he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He moved closer to Kara, reaching out and gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Especially you, Kara. You always know how to keep things… interesting.”

Kara leaned into his touch, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “That’s my specialty, Young Master,” she whispered, her voice low and seductive.

Alaric’s gaze then shifted to Ulriya, his expression softening slightly. He knew that she was more reserved, more hesitant than Kara. He also knew that she carried a burden of her own, the knowledge that she was a mother, a fact that sometimes made her feel unworthy of his attention.

He reached out and gently took her hand, his touch warm and reassuring. “Ulriya,” he said softly, “you needn’t be so nervous. I appreciate your loyalty and your… dedication.”

Ulriya looked up at him, her brown eyes filled with gratitude. “Thank you, Young Master,” she murmured, her voice trembling slightly.

Alaric squeezed her hand gently, then released it. He stepped back, his gaze sweeping over both women, taking in their beauty, the anticipation in their eyes.

“Now,” he said, his voice becoming more decisive, “I believe we have some lost time to make up for.”

He moved towards the bed, loosening the buttons of his tunic as he went. He could feel their gazes on him, their breath quickening as they watched him undress.

He knew that they had been waiting for him, not just tonight, but for many nights. He had deliberately kept them waiting, testing their loyalty, building their anticipation. But now, he was ready to reward them, to give them what they desired.

The previous night, he had been preoccupied, his mind consumed by the weight of his impending transgression with his mother. He had known that once he crossed that line, everything would change. He would no longer be bound by the constraints of his virginity, the fear of tarnishing his purity.

Now, that line had been crossed. He had lost his virginity to Lyra, and the experience had liberated him in a way he had never imagined. He no longer needed to hold back, to restrain his desires. He was free to indulge in the pleasures that awaited him, to explore the depths of his own sensuality.

And tonight, he intended to do just that. He planned to have a hot, aggressive night with both Ulriya and Kara, to explore their bodies, to push them to their limits, to claim them as his own.

He reached the bed and sat down, pulling off his boots. He could feel the gazes of both women on him, their breath quickening as they watched his every move.

He looked up at them, his eyes burning with a possessive intensity. “Come here,” he murmured, his voice low and seductive. “Both of you.”

The air in the chamber crackled with anticipation as Ulriya and Kara approached the bed. Alaric watched them, a predatory gleam in his red eyes. He could feel the heat radiating from their bodies, the unspoken desire that hung heavy in the air. He had toyed with them long enough, building their anticipation, savoring the moment. Now, he was ready to unleash the pent-up desires that had been simmering within him.

He couldn’t wait any longer. With a sudden movement, he reached out and grabbed both women by their wrists, pulling them onto the bed with him. The sudden force sent them tumbling onto the soft mattress, their bodies landing in a tangle of limbs and fabric.

Ulriya gasped, her eyes widening in surprise. Kara, however, let out a delighted giggle, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Young Master!” Ulriya exclaimed, her voice a mixture of surprise and excitement.

“That’s more like it,” Kara added, her smile widening.

Alaric chuckled, his grip tightening on their wrists. He pulled them closer, his gaze sweeping over their bodies. He could see the rapid rise and fall of their chests, the way their dresses clung to their curves.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. He then reached out and began to tear at their clothing, his movements quick and decisive.

Buttons popped and fabric ripped as he tore open their dresses, revealing the soft skin beneath. Ulriya gasped again, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. Kara, however, seemed unfazed, her eyes fixed on Alaric with a mixture of excitement and anticipation.

“Young Master, you’re being… rather forceful,” Ulriya stammered, her voice trembling slightly.

“Is that a complaint?” Alaric asked, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear. “Because I could be much more forceful if you’d like.”

Ulriya’s breath hitched. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the intensity of his gaze. A shiver ran down her spine, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through her veins.

Kara, however, let out another giggle. “I think she likes it,” she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She reached out and gently ran her hand down Alaric’s chest, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles.

Alaric smirked, pleased with their reactions. He then turned his attention back to their clothing, tearing away the remaining fabric until both women were nearly naked.

He looked at them, his eyes burning with desire. Ulriya’s full breasts, now exposed, were heaving with anticipation. Kara’s youthful curves were equally enticing, her long legs and toned stomach drawing his gaze.

He reached out and gently cupped Ulriya’s breasts, his fingers kneading the soft flesh. She gasped softly, her head falling back, her eyes closing in ecstasy.

“You’re so beautiful, Ulriya,” he murmured, his voice low and seductive. “So soft.”

He then turned his attention to Kara, his hands tracing the curves of her body, his fingers lingering on her hips, her thighs. Kara moaned softly, her body arching slightly towards him.

“And you, Kara,” he whispered, his voice equally seductive. “You’re so… vibrant. So full of life.”

He then leaned down and kissed Ulriya, his tongue plunging into her mouth, his kiss becoming more passionate, more urgent. Ulriya responded in kind, her hands clutching at his shoulders, her body moving against his.

At the same time, his hand moved to Kara’s breast, gently squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. Kara moaned into the kiss, her body arching beneath his touch.

The scene was a whirlwind of sensation, a tangle of limbs and desire. Alaric moved between the two women, his touch igniting a fire within them both. He kissed them, touched them, explored every inch of their bodies, eliciting moans and gasps of pleasure.

He moved from Ulriya’s breasts to Kara’s, enjoying the different textures, the different responses. Ulriya’s were fuller, more mature, while Kara’s were firmer, more youthful. He savored the feeling of them in his hands, the way they filled his palms, the soft weight of them.

He then moved lower, his hands tracing the curves of their stomachs, their hips, their thighs. He could feel their bodies trembling beneath his touch, their breath quickening as he explored their most intimate areas.

The room was filled with their moans and gasps, their whispers and cries. The air was thick with the scent of their desire, the heat of their passion.

Alaric moved between them, his attention never lingering on one for too long. He wanted to ensure that both women felt his touch, that both felt desired, that both were completely consumed by the moment.

He entered Ulriya first, his movements slow and deliberate, teasing her with every inch. Ulriya gasped, her body arching beneath him, her nails digging into his back.

He then moved to Kara, his movements becoming faster, more frantic. Kara’s moans grew louder, more desperate, as she reached the peak of her pleasure.

Alaric followed soon after, his own release a powerful wave that washed over him. He lay between the two women, his body still throbbing with the aftershocks of their shared climax.

The room was silent for a moment, the only sound the soft rhythm of their breathing. Alaric looked at Ulriya and Kara, their faces flushed, their eyes closed. He knew that they had both enjoyed the experience, that they had both been completely consumed by the passion of the moment. He smiled to himself. He had finally unleashed the desires he had been holding back for so long, and it felt… exhilarating.

The shared climax had left a temporary lull in the storm of passion, but the embers still glowed hot. Alaric, lying between Ulriya and Kara, felt the lingering thrum of desire still coursing through him. He looked at the two women, their bodies flushed, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. He knew this was far from over.

He rolled slightly, propping himself up on one elbow, his gaze sweeping over their bodies. He could see the faint marks he had left on their skin, the subtle reminders of his touch. A possessive smirk played on his lips.

“That was a good start,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “But I’m not quite finished with you two yet.”

Ulriya looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the intensity of his gaze.

Kara, however, simply smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I didn’t think you would be, Young Master,” she purred, reaching out and running her hand down his chest.

Alaric chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He reached out and gently cupped Ulriya’s breast, his fingers gently kneading the soft flesh. She gasped softly, her head falling back, her eyes closing in ecstasy.

“You’re so responsive, Ulriya,” he murmured, his voice low and seductive. “It makes me want to… push you further.”

He then moved his hand down to her stomach, his fingers tracing the curve of her body. He then moved lower, his fingers gently exploring her most intimate areas. Ulriya gasped again, her body arching slightly towards him.

“Alaric…” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear. “Tell me what you want, Ulriya,” he whispered, his voice low and demanding. “Tell me what you crave.”

Ulriya hesitated for a moment, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and desire. She had never been so open about her desires before, had never dared to speak so freely to him.

But the heat of the moment, the intensity of Alaric’s gaze, the feel of his touch, loosened her inhibitions. The words tumbled out of her mouth, a confession of her deepest desires.

“I… I want you to be rough with me, Young Master,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I want you to… take me.”

Alaric’s smirk widened. He had known that Ulriya had a hidden wild side, a desire for dominance and submission. He was pleased that she was finally expressing it.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes burning with a possessive intensity. “As you wish, Ulriya,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding. “I’ll give you exactly what you want.”

He then began to move, his touch becoming more insistent, more demanding. He pulled her hair gently, his fingers tangling in the silken strands. He bit her neck, leaving small, love bites on her skin. He even smacked her buttocks, the sharp sting sending a jolt of electricity through her body.

Ulriya gasped and moaned, her body responding to his rough treatment with a mixture of pain and pleasure. She had never been treated like this before, had never experienced such raw, unrestrained passion.

Alaric then turned his attention to Kara, his touch becoming equally demanding. He pulled her hair, his fingers digging into her scalp. He kissed her roughly, his teeth nipping at her lips. He smacked her buttocks repeatedly, the sound echoing through the room.

Kara responded with equal enthusiasm, her moans growing louder, her body arching beneath his touch. She had always been the bolder of the two, and she reveled in Alaric’s aggressive attention.

Alaric then began to use their bodies for his own pleasure, his touch becoming more intimate, more demanding. He used their mouths for blowjobs, his member sliding in and out of their warm, wet mouths. He used their breasts for tittyfucking, his member rubbing against their soft flesh. He explored every inch of their bodies, eliciting moans and gasps of pleasure.

He wasn’t the slightest bit nice to them, his touch rough, his words suggestive and explicit. He wanted to push them to their limits, to break down their inhibitions, to make them completely his.

He leaned down to Ulriya, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive whisper. “You’re such a slutty mother, Ulriya,” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. “Tell me, how do I compare to your husband? Am I better than him?”

Ulriya’s eyes widened, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. She had never been spoken to like this before, had never imagined that she could be so… degraded.

But the heat of the moment, the intensity of Alaric’s gaze, the feel of his touch, overrode her inhibitions. The words tumbled out of her mouth, a confession of her deepest desires.

“You’re… you’re millions of times better, Young Master,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “You’re everything he isn’t.”

Alaric smirked, pleased with her response.

The energy in the room shifted as Alaric turned his full attention to Kara. The earlier playful teasing was gone, replaced by a raw, almost predatory focus. He knelt between her legs, his red eyes burning with a possessive intensity that made her breath catch in her throat.

“Now, Kara,” he murmured, his voice low and husky, “it’s your turn to truly experience what I have to offer.”

Kara’s eyes widened slightly, a mixture of excitement and apprehension flickering across her face. She had reveled in his earlier rough handling, but there was something different in his gaze now, a deeper level of intensity that made her heart pound in her chest.

Alaric reached out and grasped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh. He pulled her towards him, his member pressing against her entrance. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through her body, igniting a fire in her core.

“Are you ready for this, Kara?” he whispered, his breath warm against her ear.

Kara nodded slowly, her eyes fixed on his. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the pulsing throb of his erection. She knew this was going to be different, more intense than anything she had experienced before.

Alaric then entered her, his movements slow and deliberate, teasing her with every inch. Kara gasped, her body arching beneath him, her nails digging into his back. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and a thrilling undercurrent of fear.

He began to move, his strokes deep and powerful, his hands gripping her hips, controlling her movements. He was no longer gentle or playful; his touch was demanding, possessive, almost brutal.

Kara’s moans grew louder, more desperate, as Alaric’s pace quickened. She had never been taken with such force before, had never experienced such raw, unrestrained passion. It was shocking, unsettling, yet undeniably arousing.

While he was focused on Kara, Alaric didn’t neglect Ulriya entirely. He reached over, his hand cupping one of her large breasts, gently squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. Ulriya gasped softly, her head falling back, her eyes closing in ecstasy. Even though he wasn’t directly engaging with her at that moment, the simultaneous touch, the reminder of his presence, kept her firmly within the realm of their shared intimacy.

“You’re so tight, Kara,” Alaric murmured, his voice low and husky as he thrust into her. “So hot.”

He continued his assault, his movements becoming faster, more frantic. He pulled her hair gently, his fingers tangling in the silken strands. He bit her neck, leaving small, love bites on her skin. He even smacked her buttocks repeatedly, the sound echoing through the room.

Kara responded with a mix of moans and gasps, her body moving with his, her hips rising to meet his thrusts. She was lost in the moment, consumed by the intense pleasure that was coursing through her body.

Alaric continued to divide his attention, his focus primarily on Kara but his touch still lingering on Ulriya’s body. He would switch between fondling her breasts, squeezing her nipples, and tracing his fingers down her stomach and thighs. Ulriya, though not the primary focus of his attention at that moment, was kept constantly aware of his presence, her own desire simmering beneath the surface.

As Alaric approached his climax with Kara, he increased the intensity of his movements, his thrusts becoming deeper, more powerful. Kara’s moans grew louder, more desperate, as she reached the peak of her pleasure. Her body shuddered violently, her muscles contracting in a series of intense spasms.

“Alaric!” she cried out, her voice filled with a mixture of pleasure and desperation.

He held back for a moment, savoring the feeling of her climaxing beneath him, then finally allowed himself to follow. His own release was a powerful surge that washed over him, his body shuddering with the intensity of it.

He collapsed onto Kara, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He could feel her heart pounding beneath him, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of their shared climax.

He then rolled off her, pulling her close, his arm wrapping around her waist. He looked over at Ulriya, who was watching them with a mixture of longing and anticipation.

He reached out and took her hand, pulling her closer. “Don’t worry, Ulriya,” he murmured, his voice low and reassuring. “I haven’t forgotten about you.”

He then pulled both women close, his arms wrapping around them, holding them tightly against him. He could feel the warmth of their bodies, the soft texture of their skin. The room was filled with the scent of their desire, the heat of their passion.

He knew that this night was one they would never forget. He had shown them a side of himself they had never seen before, had pushed them to their limits, had claimed them as his own. And he knew that they would both be waiting for him, eager for more, whenever he desired them. The night had reached its climax, but the memories, the sensations, the bond they had forged, would linger long after the dawn broke.