Chapter 222 Fucking Maids In Training Fields

Kara and Ulriya knelt on the soft grass of the secluded training field, their bodies still thrumming with the impossible, overwhelming power that now resided within them. Grand Mages. They were Grand Mages! Tears of gratitude streamed down Ulriya’s face, while Kara stared at her own hands, faint sparks still dancing around her fingers, her expression a mixture of disbelief and utter awe.

Their minds whirled. This gift… this transformation… it was beyond anything they could have comprehended. Their devotion to their Young Master, already absolute, surged to new, dizzying heights. He was not just their master, their owner, the source of all pleasure and pain in their lives – he was a god who could reshape reality itself, elevating mere maids to the ranks of powerful mages with a touch.

They simultaneously opened their mouths, the same thought occurring to both: they had to thank him. They had to show their gratitude in the only way they truly knew how, the way he always seemed to appreciate most. They had to offer their bodies, their new power somehow amplifying their desire to serve him, to please him, to be used by him.

“Young Master, we—” Kara began, intending to beg him to take them, to let them worship him with their bodies as thanks.

“Master, please let us—” Ulriya started at the same instant, her voice thick with emotion and burgeoning lust.

But before either could finish their pleas, Alaric moved.

He stepped forward, a predatory glint entering his ruby eyes, that familiar look that always made their hearts pound and their cores clench in anticipation. He didn’t speak. His actions spoke for him.

RIIIIIP!

His hands shot out, grabbing the front of Kara’s simple maid uniform. With a single, powerful motion, he tore the fabric downwards, ripping it open from the collar nearly to her waist. The sound echoed slightly in the quiet field.

Kara gasped, not in shock or fear, but in startled arousal. Her plump, heavy breasts spilled free, nipples already hardening in the cool air and under his intense gaze.

RIIIIIIIP!

Before Ulriya could react, Alaric did the same to her uniform, tearing it open to expose her even larger, impossibly heavy bosom, the skin flushed, the dark areolas tightening instantly.

‘Ah, starting already?’ Kara thought, a familiar thrill shooting through her. ‘No preamble today.’

‘He likes them torn…’ Ulriya mused, her mind hazy with residual power and rapidly building lust. ‘Always tears them just so… leaves enough to be… naughty.’

They weren’t surprised. This was typical Alaric. Their uniforms were frequently torn, often during impromptu sessions just like this. He seemed to have a particular fetish for the contrast – the prim and proper maid attire, ripped and ruined, revealing the slutty, available flesh beneath. Sometimes he’d tear them completely off, other times, like now, he’d leave tantalizing remnants clinging to their bodies. It excited him, and therefore, it excited them.

He didn’t stop there. With swift, practiced motions, he ripped Kara’s skirt high up one side, exposing the curve of her hip and thigh, leaving the rest intact. He did something similar to Ulriya’s, tearing it in a way that left her ridiculously voluptuous buttocks partially covered, partially exposed.

The effect was immediate. Two stunning women, one youthful and curvy, the other a mature goddess of flesh, now stood (or rather, remained kneeling) in provocatively shredded maid outfits, their best assets displayed, looking utterly vulnerable and incredibly sexy.

“Master…” Kara breathed, her voice already husky.

“Ready to serve, Young Master,” Ulriya added, lowering her gaze submissively, though her hips subtly swayed.

Alaric merely smirked. He didn’t need their permission, verbal or otherwise. He reached down, grabbing handfuls of their hair – Kara’s silky black, Ulriya’s slightly coarser dark brown – and pulled their heads back gently but firmly.

“Good,” he purred. “Because your Master has desires to fulfill. And you two,” his gaze swept over their exposed breasts, their torn skirts, “are going to fulfill them. Right here. Right now.”

He pushed them both forward, forcing them onto their hands and knees on the soft grass, side-by-side, their ample backsides presented invitingly towards him.

“Asses up,” he commanded curtly.

They obeyed instantly, tilting their hips higher, pushing their chests closer to the ground, assuming the classic ‘Doggy Style’ position. The remnants of their skirts did little to hide the enticing view – the plump cheeks, the shadowed clefts, the sheer ripeness of their bodies.

Alaric took a moment to simply admire the view. Kara’s youthful, high-perched curves. Ulriya’s heavier, wider, impossibly round globes. Two perfect asses, offered up for his pleasure.

‘Let’s start with a warm-up,’ he decided.

He stepped behind Ulriya first, his erection already thick and hard, pressing against the back of her thigh. He didn’t enter her yet. Instead, his hand lashed out.

SMACK!

The sound was sharp, echoing slightly. A bright red handprint appeared on Ulriya’s left buttock cheek.

“Ngh!” Ulriya gasped, her body jerking.

SMACK! SMACK!

He delivered two more quick, hard slaps to the same spot.

“Hurts good, doesn’t it, my slutty milf?” Alaric murmured against her ear.

“Y-yes, Master! Thank you, Master!” Ulriya panted, instinctively pushing her ass back towards him, craving more.

He moved to Kara, delivering a similar series of sharp slaps to her right cheek, leaving an identical mark.

“Ah! Master!” Kara yelped, less accustomed perhaps than Ulriya, but her hips still twitched invitingly.

“You like the sting, don’t you, Kara?” he asked, grabbing her hip possessively.

“Yes, Master! Whatever pleases you!” she replied breathlessly.

He continued the spanking, alternating between them, raining down hard, stinging slaps on their plump, trembling buttocks until both cheeks on both women were glowing fiery red, marked clearly with his handprints. Their initial gasps turned into low moans, whimpers of pleasure-pain that signaled their readiness.

He knelt between them. His hands roamed, aggressively fondling their asses, squeezing the abused flesh, fingers dipping into their clefts.

“Spread for me,” he ordered.

They widened their stances slightly, granting him better access. He used his fingers first, probing Ulriya’s wet entrance, making her gasp and grind against the grass. Then he did the same to Kara, finding her equally slick and ready.

He decided on Ulriya first. Positioning himself behind her, he grasped her wide hips firmly and drove into her wet heat in one powerful, deep thrust.

“AAAAH! Master!” Ulriya screamed, her voice raw as he filled her completely, stretching her accommodating folds.

He immediately began pounding into her, his rhythm fast, brutal, unforgiving. He showed none of the tenderness he’d displayed with Griselda. This was raw, primal fucking, asserting his dominance over his long-time pleasure slaves.

“Take it, slut!” he growled, slamming into her relentlessly. “Take your Master’s cock!”

“Yes! Yes, Master! Deeper! Harder!” Ulriya sobbed, her body slamming against his rhythmically, her massive breasts bouncing wildly.

While fucking Ulriya with savage intensity, Alaric reached over, grabbing Kara’s hip, pulling her slightly closer. His free hand found her clit, rubbing it roughly, mercilessly.

“Ngh! Master! Please!” Kara gasped, bucking under his touch, torn between watching him take Ulriya and the intense stimulation he was giving her.

“You want it too, don’t you?” Alaric grunted, not slowing his pace with Ulriya. “Want Master to fill your tight little cunt?”

“Yes! Please, Master, yes!” Kara begged, writhing.

He brought Ulriya to a quick, violent climax, her body convulsing around his shaft, her screams muffled by the grass. He didn’t stop, continuing his brutal assault even as her orgasm peaked and subsided.

Then, with cruel abruptness, he pulled out of her slick, trembling body, leaving her gasping and whimpering on the ground.

He immediately turned his attention to Kara, pushing her down further, entering her from behind with the same savage force he’d used on Ulriya.

“Ah! Master!” Kara cried out as he stretched her tighter passage.

He fucked her just as hard, just as fast, his thrusts jarring her entire body. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, forcing her to look towards Ulriya, who was just beginning to recover.

“Watch, Ulriya,” Alaric commanded. “Watch me fuck this little slut.”

Ulriya lifted her head, her eyes glazed but obedient, watching as Alaric pounded into her fellow maid.

Alaric brought Kara to her peak just as quickly, her cries echoing across the otherwise silent training field. He rode out her climax before pulling out of her as well.

He gave them no time to recover.

“Ulriya, on your back,” he commanded.

She scrambled to obey, rolling over onto the grass, spreading her legs wide, offering her core, her massive breasts jiggling with the movement.

“Kara, face me. Kneel,” he ordered.

Kara crawled towards him, kneeling between Ulriya’s spread thighs, looking up at him expectantly.

Alaric stood before them, his cock still thick and hard, slick with both their fluids. He grabbed Kara’s head, forcing her mouth onto his shaft. Simultaneously, he positioned himself over Ulriya and sank deep inside her waiting heat once more.

“Ahhh, Master!” Ulriya moaned as he filled her again.

He began fucking Ulriya with long, deep strokes while simultaneously fucking Kara’s throat, holding her head steady, setting a demanding rhythm for both.

The scene was one of utter depravity. Him standing dominant, using both his slaves simultaneously, one orally, one vaginally, right there on the grass under the evening sky.

“Work that mouth, Kara,” he grunted, pushing deeper into her throat. “Show Master how much you appreciate his gift.”

Kara gagged slightly but obeyed, sucking and licking frantically, trying her best to please him despite the uncomfortable angle.

“That’s it, Ulriya,” he praised, increasing his pace within her. “Take every inch. Show me how much my milf slut needs her Master’s cock.”

Ulriya moaned incoherently, wrapping her legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts eagerly.

He brought Ulriya to another shattering orgasm this way, her cries echoing as Kara continued to service him. Then he pulled out of Ulriya, focusing solely on Kara’s mouth, fucking her throat harder, faster, until he roared his own release, spilling his seed down her throat.

Kara choked and gagged but swallowed obediently, tears streaming down her face.

He pulled away, leaving her coughing and catching her breath. He looked down at Ulriya, who was panting, blissed out from her orgasm.

“Not done yet,” he stated calmly.

The sun began to set, casting long shadows across the field, painting the sky in fiery colors. But the activity on the training field didn’t slow.

Alaric continued his relentless assault, moving from one woman to the other, or using them both together. He pushed them into more humiliating positions. He had Ulriya lie on her back while Kara knelt, facing away from him, bent over Ulriya’s face, forcing Ulriya to lick Kara clean while he took Kara hard from behind in Doggy Style again.

Then he reversed it, fucking Ulriya from behind while Kara was forced to service her.

He made them sixty-nine on the grass while he watched, occasionally interrupting to use one of their mouths or to slap their asses.

He had them stand and bend over, side-by-side, supporting themselves on their hands, while he took them alternately from behind, his hands aggressively groping their breasts from the front.

He laid Kara flat on her back, lifted her legs high over her shoulders (‘The Plow’ position, maximizing depth), and pounded into her until she was sobbing incoherently.

He did the same to Ulriya, her greater flexibility allowing for an even deeper, more punishing angle.

Night fell completely. The stars emerged, cold and distant witnesses to the scene. The only sounds were Alaric’s grunts, the wet slap of flesh on flesh, and the constant stream of moans, cries, and pleas from the two maids.

They lost count of their orgasms. Thirty? Forty? It felt like an endless wave, cresting and crashing, leaving them utterly spent, only for Alaric’s relentless attentions to drag them back to the peak once more. Their bodies became hypersensitive, trembling uncontrollably, slick with sweat and sexual fluids.

Alaric seemed tireless, a machine fueled by lust and the desire for dominance. He fucked them through the night, under the starlight, under the moon. He bit their shoulders, their necks, their inner thighs, leaving dark marks of ownership. He used their breasts, fucking between Kara’s plump mounds, then Ulriya’s even larger ones, covering them with his seed.

He explored every fantasy, every perverted whim that crossed his mind. He made them call him ‘God’ and made them swear absolute sexual devotion only to him. They agreed readily, eagerly, lost in the haze of endless stimulation and their ingrained need to please him.

Dawn began to break, painting the eastern sky with pale light. Alaric was still fucking Ulriya, pinning her face down in the dew-damp grass, his thrusts still powerful, though perhaps slightly less frantic than during the night’s peak. Kara lay nearby, conscious but barely moving, watching with glazed eyes.

He brought Ulriya to one final, shuddering climax, then finally found his own release deep inside her for what felt like the hundredth time.

He collapsed beside her, pulling out, breathing slightly heavier now. He wasn’t truly tired, his stamina was monstrous, but even he felt the satisfying depletion after such a prolonged, intense session.

He lay there for a few minutes between the two utterly broken, blissed-out women. Kara crawled weakly towards him, pressing her cheek against his thigh, murmuring incoherent words of worship. Ulriya simply lay prone, occasionally twitching as aftershocks rolled through her.

The training field looked like a battlefield of lust – patches of flattened grass, discarded remnants of torn uniforms, slick patches catching the morning light.

Finally, Alaric sat up. He looked down at his two slaves. Exhausted, marked, thoroughly used, yet their eyes, when they focused on him, held nothing but adoration and contentment.

‘Good,’ he thought. ‘Their loyalty is absolute. And now, they have the power to be more useful.’

He stood up, stretching languidly. He used a simple cleaning spell on himself, then on the two maids, removing the sweat, grime, and fluids, though the bite marks and handprints remained as stark reminders of the night’s activities.

Kara and Ulriya slowly, painfully pushed themselves into sitting positions, instinctively trying to cover their exposed bodies with the tattered remains of their uniforms.

Alaric walked over to Kara and delivered a light, affectionate slap to her still-reddened buttock cheek.

“Ow! Master?” she flinched, looking up questioningly.

“Pay attention,” he said, his tone shifting back to commanding, though laced with satisfaction. He then walked over and gave Ulriya a similar smack.

“Ngh! Yes, Young Master!”

“Your transformation is complete,” Alaric stated, looking down at them. “You are now Grand Mages. But potential without knowledge is useless.”

He began to pace before them. “Your next task is study. Go to the Steele Family library. Access the sections on elemental magic – earth and shadow for you, Kara; water and ice for you, Ulriya. Read everything. Practice the basic cantrips, the foundational spells. Immerse yourselves.”

He stopped, looking at them sternly. “I expect rapid progress. I have gifted you this power; do not waste it. I want you capable of casting useful spells within a week.”

“Yes, Young Master!” they chimed, their voices hoarse but determined.

“The library contains spells up to the Master rank. Focus on those first. Learn control. Learn precision.” He paused, then tapped Ulriya’s buttock again with his boot, gently this time. “If you encounter difficulties, if a specific spell resists your understanding or control…”

He smirked slightly, tapping Kara’s cheek playfully. “You come directly to me. Understand? Your Master will personally provide… tutoring… if necessary.” The implication was clear – ‘tutoring’ would likely involve more sessions like the one they had just endured, perhaps with a magical twist.

Their eyes widened slightly, a mixture of fear and eager anticipation flashing within them. “Yes, Master! Thank you, Master!”

“Good. Now, get yourselves properly dressed,” he commanded, gesturing towards the manor. “Then head straight to the library. Do not disappoint me.”

Without another word, he turned and strode away, leaving the two newly minted Grand Mages aching, exhausted, utterly devoted, and strangely eager to bury themselves in complex magical theory, knowing their Master’s ‘help’ was always available should they struggle. Their lives had been irrevocably altered, bound even tighter to the whims of the terrifyingly powerful, utterly dominant young man they called Master.