Chapter 125: Fucking His Maids In Camp

After a night of restful sleep in the luxurious confines of the Golden Barrel Inn, Alaric was ready to face the day. He had a lot on his plate, a delicate balancing act to maintain between his duties for the kingdom and his own personal agenda within the Phantom Assembly.

He was just finishing his breakfast when a knock sounded at his door. He opened it to find Drustan and Kaelith standing there, their expressions serious.

“Good morning, Alaric,” Drustan greeted, his voice grave. “We have some information to share with you.”

Alaric nodded, gesturing for them to enter. “Come in,” he said, his voice calm. “I was just finishing up.”

Drustan and Kaelith entered the room, taking seats at the small table near the window. “We’ve interrogated the auction participants,” Drustan began, his voice low. “Including your father.”

Alaric raised an eyebrow, feigning disinterest. “And?” he asked, his voice nonchalant. “What did they have to say?”

Kaelith grunted, his expression grim. “They all said the same thing,” he said, his voice gruff. “They claim they have no connection to the Phantom Assembly. They said they received an invitation to the auction, promising rare and valuable treasures. That’s why they were there.”

Alaric nodded slowly, a thoughtful expression on his face. ’That makes sense,’ he thought. ’The Phantom Assembly wouldn’t directly involve these wealthy individuals unless they had a way to ensure their silence. That dark liquid they were injecting everyone with… that must be it.’

He theorized that the dark liquid was perhaps a magical shackle, a binding contract, or something that would turn these individuals into puppets of Lord Vortan. It was a clever way to recruit new members without revealing their true intentions.

He didn’t voice his suspicions to Drustan and Kaelith. It was better to keep some things to himself. Instead, he decided to steer the conversation in a different direction.

“It’s been quite a while since I’ve seen my family,” Alaric said, his voice tinged with a hint of longing. “I think I should return to the Steele mansion for a while. Just to… check on things.”

Drustan and Kaelith exchanged a knowing look. They understood that Alaric needed some time away, to process everything that had happened. They also knew that they couldn’t stop him.

“Of course, Alaric,” Drustan said, his voice understanding. “You deserve some time with your family. You’ve done more than enough for us.”

Kaelith nodded in agreement. “We appreciate your efforts,” he mumbled, his usual gruffness softening slightly. “Take as much time as you need.”

Drustan even offered him the use of one of their best carriages or horses. “We have a few excellent steeds in our stables,” he said. “Feel free to take one. It will make your journey much faster.”

Alaric gratefully accepted the offer. A fast horse would certainly be preferable to a slow, bumpy carriage ride. “Thank you, Drustan,” he said, his voice sincere. “I appreciate your generosity.”

Soon after, Drustan led Alaric to a stable located near the Golden Barrel Inn. It was a well-maintained establishment, filled with rows of sleek, powerful horses. Drustan spoke to the stable master, quickly purchasing one of the finest horses in the stable, a magnificent black stallion with a powerful build and intelligent eyes.

Drustan handed the reins to Alaric, a warm smile on his face. “This one is a real beauty,” he said. “He’ll get you to your destination in no time.”

Alaric thanked him again, mounting the stallion with practiced ease. He then turned the horse towards the city gates, his destination not the Steele mansion, but the Royal Capital of the Eloriath Kingdom, Eryndral.

He spurred the horse into a gallop, leaving Porthaven behind. His mind was already focused on Eryndral, on the Artisan’s Rest inn, and on the three women waiting for him there.

He enhanced the horse with a series of quick spells, increasing its speed and stamina. The stallion responded eagerly, its powerful legs eating up the ground. The journey to Eryndral, which would normally take a full day, was completed in just half a day.

Alaric arrived in Eryndral in the late afternoon, the city bustling with activity. He rode directly to the Artisan’s Rest, a cozy inn located in the city’s artisan district. He dismounted, handing the reins to a stable boy before heading inside.

He made his way to his suite on the third floor, his footsteps echoing on the wooden staircase. He reached his door, pausing for a moment before opening it.

Inside, Iridelle was having dinner with Kara and Ulriya. The table was set with a simple but delicious meal, the aroma of roasted chicken filling the air.

The sudden opening of the door startled them. They all looked up, their eyes widening in surprise as they saw Alaric standing there.

Kara and Ulriya quickly rose to their feet, bowing their heads respectfully. “Young Master Alaric!” they exclaimed in unison, their voices filled with surprise and delight.

Iridelle, however, remained seated, her fork frozen halfway to her mouth, her expression a mixture of shock and disbelief. She simply stared at Alaric, her eyes wide.

Alaric smiled at them, his gaze softening as he took in their surprised faces. “Hello, everyone,” he said, his voice warm. “I hope I’m not interrupting.”

He then turned serious, his expression becoming firm. “Pack your things,” he said, his voice commanding. “We’re returning to the Steele mansion.”

The three women exchanged startled glances. They hadn’t been expecting to leave Eryndral so soon. They had been enjoying their time in the city, exploring the shops and workshops, and enjoying the lively atmosphere.

But Alaric’s serious expression told them that this was not a request. It was an order. They quickly abandoned their dinner, rising to their feet and beginning to gather their belongings.

Iridelle, still slightly dazed, finally managed to find her voice. “Returning… to the mansion?” she asked, her voice hesitant. “So soon?”

Alaric nodded, his expression firm. “Yes,” he confirmed. “We’re leaving first thing in the morning. So please, pack everything you need. And Iridelle, please go down to the workshop and get everything you have there. We’re not leaving anything behind.”

Iridelle nodded slowly, her mind still reeling. She quickly gathered her things, then headed down to the workshop on the ground floor to collect her tools and materials.

Kara and Ulriya, meanwhile, moved quickly and efficiently, packing their belongings into their travel bags. They were used to Alaric’s sudden changes of plans, and they knew better than to question him.

The atmosphere in the suite was a flurry of activity as the three women packed their belongings, preparing for their unexpected departure.

~~

Alaric wasted no time. He gathered the three women, ushering them towards the waiting carriage outside the inn. “Alright, ladies,” he announced, his voice brisk. “Let’s get this show on the road. We’re leaving tonight.”

Kara and Ulriya, accustomed to their young master’s sudden decisions, simply nodded and climbed into the carriage. Iridelle, however, still looked slightly bewildered. “Tonight?” she asked, her voice hesitant. “But… it’s already late.”

Alaric chuckled, patting her on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, Iridelle,” he said, his voice reassuring. “We’ll make good time. Besides, the sooner we leave, the sooner we arrive.”

He helped her into the carriage, then climbed in himself, settling onto one of the plush seats. The coachman cracked his whip, and the carriage lurched forward, beginning its journey back to the Steele mansion.

The Steele mansion was quite a distance from the Royal Capital, a journey that would typically take three to four days by carriage. Alaric was determined to make the journey as comfortable as possible for his companions, and himself, of course.

Inside the carriage, the atmosphere was… interesting. On one side sat Iridelle, looking rather nervous and out of place. On the other side sat Ulriya and Kara, with Alaric sprawled across their laps.

To be precise, Alaric’s head rested comfortably in Ulriya’s lap, while his legs were stretched out across Kara’s. He looked utterly relaxed, a picture of contentment. Kara gently massaged his legs, her touch light and soothing.

Ulriya, meanwhile, was feeding him dinner, offering him small bites of roasted chicken and vegetables. She did so with an almost intimate air, sometimes using her fingers to offer him a morsel, sometimes even placing the food directly into his mouth with her own lips.

Both women were undeniably attractive. Ulriya exuded a mature, milf-like charm, her curves accentuated by her simple traveling dress. She was a mother herself, with a son roughly Alaric’s age, but at this moment, her thoughts were solely focused on pleasing her young master. She used every bit of charm and experience at her disposal.

Kara, younger than Ulriya but equally voluptuous, had served Alaric for over seven years. She had become accustomed to his whims, anticipating his needs with an almost uncanny intuition. She knew exactly how to please him, her touch, her voice, her every action carefully calibrated to bring him pleasure.

Iridelle, meanwhile, continued to eat her dinner, trying her best to ignore the intimate scene unfolding before her. She felt a strange mix of fascination and embarrassment, her cheeks flushed a light shade of pink.

Alaric, oblivious to Iridelle’s discomfort, was thoroughly enjoying himself. He closed his eyes, savoring the delicious food and the gentle ministrations of his maids.

’This is the life,’ he thought, a contented sigh escaping his lips. ’Good food, good company, and a relaxing journey. What more could a man ask for?’

As the night deepened, they stopped at a suitable clearing and set up camp for the night. Alaric, Ulriya, and Kara shared one large tent, while Iridelle had her own smaller tent.

Before retiring for the night, Alaric cast a powerful soundproofing spell around his tent. He didn’t want to disturb Iridelle’s sleep.

However, even with the soundproofing spell, the tent’s rhythmic swaying throughout the night made it abundantly clear what was happening inside. Iridelle, lying in her own tent, couldn’t hear anything, but the swaying of the tent was enough to paint a vivid picture in her mind.

She blushed furiously, her imagination running wild. She could only imagine the intimate scenes unfolding within the tent, Alaric thoroughly enjoying the voluptuous bodies of his two maids, and the two maids loving every moment of it.

’Oh my,’ she thought, her face burning. She buried her face in her pillow, trying to block out the images that were flashing through her mind. She didn’t dare utter a word, though.

This routine repeated itself for the next three days. They would travel during the day, with Alaric enjoying the comfortable company of his maids in the carriage. They would stop at night, setting up camp and repeating the same pattern: Alaric, Ulriya, and Kara in one tent, Iridelle in another, the swaying tent a silent testament to the activities within.

Iridelle grew more accustomed to the situation, though she never quite managed to completely suppress her blushes. She simply tried to focus on her own work, on the magical communication device she had developed with Alaric.

She was immensely proud of their creation, a small, intricately crafted device that allowed for instantaneous communication over vast distances. It was a groundbreaking invention, one that could revolutionize communication in the kingdom.

She had already delivered the final product to Alaric back in Eryndral. She was curious to see how he would use it, what kind of impact it would have.

Finally, after three days of travel, they arrived at the Steele mansion. It was a grand estate, a sprawling complex of buildings surrounded by lush gardens and rolling hills. It was a testament to the Steele family’s former wealth and influence.

The carriage pulled up to the main entrance, the coachman announcing their arrival. The large wooden doors of the mansion swung open, revealing a courtyard filled with servants.

Alaric stepped out of the carriage, followed by Ulriya, Kara, and Iridelle. The servants bowed their heads respectfully, their eyes widening in surprise as they saw their young master return.

Alaric smiled at them, a sense of familiarity washing over him as he returned to his home. He had been away for a long time, but it felt good to be back.

~~

Alaric stepped into the familiar surroundings of the Steele mansion, a sense of… well, not much, really. It had barely been a month since he was last here. It wasn’t as if the place had undergone a drastic renovation in his absence. The same dusty portraits of stern-faced ancestors still hung on the walls, the same slightly lopsided vase still sat on the entryway table.

’Home sweet home,’ he thought dryly. ’Or, you know, just… home.’ He chuckled to himself.

He parted ways with his maids and Iridelle, giving them brief instructions. “Ulriya, Kara,” he said, his tone casual, “go to your rooms and get some rest. You both deserve it after that long journey.”

He then turned to Iridelle, offering her a friendly smile. “Iridelle, you should also go to your guest room and rest properly. You must be tired too.”

The three women nodded, offering their own greetings before heading off to their respective quarters. Alaric watched them go, then turned and headed straight towards his mother’s chamber.

It was the middle of the afternoon, and he knew his mother would be there, diligently managing the Steele family’s affairs. It was her routine, a routine that rarely deviated.

He reached her chamber door, pausing for a moment before knocking. He didn’t wait for a response, simply opening the door and stepping inside.

The sight that greeted him never failed to stir a primal lust within him. His mother, Lyra, was a vision of mature beauty. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her delicate features and striking blue eyes. Her figure, even beneath her elegant clothing, was undeniably voluptuous, her breasts even more ample than Ulriya’s.

Every time Alaric looked at her, he was consumed by a desire that overrode all other thoughts. He wanted her, needed her, craved the feel of her skin against his, the sound of her moans in his ears.

He decided to postpone telling her about his father, about the 334 million gold coins. For now, he just wanted to indulge in the pleasure that only she could provide. He knew she wouldn’t stop him. She never did.

Lyra looked up as the door opened, her eyes widening in surprise as she saw Alaric standing there. She hadn’t been expecting him to return so soon. A flicker of happiness crossed her face, quickly followed by a nervous apprehension.

Their relationship had changed irrevocably since their first intimate encounter. Now, there was an unspoken tension between them, a constant undercurrent of desire.

She could see the familiar glint in his eyes, the look that always preceded their intimate encounters. She felt a heat rising in her own body, a familiar anticipation stirring within her. She knew she couldn’t resist him, even if she wanted to. And deep down, she didn’t want to.

Alaric moved towards her, his gaze never leaving her eyes. He reached out, his fingers grasping the fabric of her elegant dress. With a swift, decisive movement, he tore the fabric apart, revealing the soft skin beneath.

Lyra gasped, a small, involuntary sound escaping her lips. She made a half-hearted attempt to stop him, her hands fluttering against his chest, but she didn’t use any real force.

Alaric leaned down, whispering in her ear, “I missed you, Mother.”

Lyra didn’t respond with words. Instead, a low, pleasurable moan escaped her lips, confirming what he already knew. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

He pulled her closer, pressing his body against hers. He could feel the heat radiating from her skin, the rapid beating of her heart. He knew she was just as aroused as he was.

He then lifted her onto a nearby table, her legs dangling over the edge. He positioned himself between her legs, his gaze locking with hers. He then thrust into her deeply, eliciting a loud moan from her.

’This is it,’ he thought, a surge of pure lust coursing through him. ’This is what I needed.’

He began to move, his thrusts deep and rhythmic, driving her closer and closer to the edge. Lyra’s moans grew louder, her body arching beneath his.

“Alaric…” she gasped, her voice filled with pleasure. “Oh… Alaric…”

He continued his relentless assault, his pace quickening, his desire reaching a fever pitch. He felt her tightening around him, her body shuddering as she reached her peak. He then released his own seed inside of her, his own body shuddering with release.

But he wasn’t satisfied. Not yet. His stamina, enhanced by his magical abilities, was seemingly inexhaustible. He pulled back slightly, his gaze fixed on his mother’s flushed face.

He then shifted his position, turning her onto her side. He then resumed his assault, his thrusts now coming from a different angle.

“Alaric…” Lyra gasped, her voice a mixture of pleasure and protest. “Stop… please…”

But her body told a different story. She was getting wetter, tighter, her moans growing louder with each thrust. She was loving every moment of it, despite her pleas to stop.

“Are you sure you want me to stop, Mother?” Alaric asked, a playful smirk on his face. “Because you don’t sound like you want me to stop.”

Lyra bit her lip, her face flushed a deep shade of red. She knew he was right. She didn’t want him to stop. She wanted him to continue, to drive her further and further into the depths of pleasure.

“I… I didn’t mean it,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Alaric chuckled, his smirk widening. “I know you didn’t,” he said, his voice teasing. He then resumed his relentless assault, his thrusts becoming deeper, more insistent.

Lyra moaned loudly, her body arching beneath his. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him to go deeper.

The afternoon passed in a haze of passion, their bodies entwined, their desires consuming them. Alaric continued his relentless assault, exploring every inch of his mother’s body, bringing her to multiple orgasms.