Building a Harem in a Noble House

Chapter 123: Did I Serve You Well? (R-18)

"So good..." she murmured, turning her head to glance back at me, green eyes glazed. "You’ve wrung me dry, Milord, but I hunger for more of your command."

I eased out of her, both of us breathing heavily, and guided her down to the wooden floor. The planks were cool under my knees as I laid her back, her silver hair fanning out like a halo. She spread her legs invitingly, her athletic form arching up to meet me, large breasts heaving. I settled between her thighs, sliding back inside with a groan at how welcoming she felt, still slick and sensitive from her orgasm.

Missionary allowed me to watch her face, the way her lips parted, eyes locking onto mine. I thrust deep and steady, building the pace gradually, my hands braced on either side of her head. Her legs hooked around my waist, pulling me closer, her heels digging into my back.

"Milord..." she breathed, her proper speech softening into something more intimate. "In this position, I see your power in every movement. Your body covers mine, protects and dominates. Feel how I grip you, how my pussy welcomes your every stroke, pulsing with need for your release. It’s intoxicating, the way you fill me completely, pressing against my core."

I leaned down, capturing her neck with my mouth instead of her lips, sucking lightly at the skin while I drove into her. The wooden floor creaked beneath us, adding to the rawness. Her breasts pressed against my chest, nipples scraping through fabric, and I ground against her clit with each hilt-deep thrust, drawing out moans that vibrated against my ear.

"Yes, just there...!" she urged, her voice a sensual thread. "Your rhythm undoes me, Milord. I feel every vein, every throb as you claim my depths. Pour yourself into me, let me hold your seed as a sacred offering. My body is yours to flood, to mark eternally."

The pressure mounted, her words fueling the fire in my veins. Her walls fluttered again, but this time I chased my own end, hips pistoning faster. She met me thrust for thrust, her toned abs flexing, scars catching the light as she writhed beneath me.

"Cum for me, Milord," she whispered, tongue flicking out to taste my shoulder. "Fill me now. I crave the warmth... the rush of you spilling deep. It’s my deepest joy to receive you thus."

I shattered, burying myself to the base as I came, hot spurts coating her insides. She clenched around me, drawing it out, her own soft peak following in tandem. We rode the waves together, bodies locked, breaths mingling in the quiet aftermath.

A crackle broke the spell, the hidden loudspeaker overhead buzzing to life.

"Team May, prepare for Dungeon Trial departure in ten minutes."

Meredith’s eyes met mine, a flicker of reality intruding. "I believe we should freshen up."

"Yeah," I replied, pulling out reluctantly, the cool air a shock after our heat. "Me too."

We disentangled, standing on shaky legs. The training room felt larger now, the intimacy fading into practicality. I grabbed my armor from the floor–lightweight plate that fit like a second skin, designed for mobility. Meredith’s was heavier, reinforced leather and plate that hugged her curves while protecting her battle-hardened frame. She slipped into it with efficient grace, buckling straps over her still-flushed skin, the metal clinking softly.

As she adjusted her greaves, she glanced at me with a light laugh, the sound warm and unforced. "Did I serve you well, Lord May?"

I fastened my chest piece, meeting her gaze with a smile. "You did, Meredith. You’re the greatest Paladin a Lord could ask for."

Her expression sobered slightly, though a smile lingered. She stepped closer, her green eyes serious now. "To that end... this... engagement... shouldn’t go unaddressed."

I finished tightening the strap on my gauntlet and looked over. "That sounds ominous."

"It is not meant to be," she replied. "However, it is necessary."

I leaned back against the weapon rack. "All right. Go on."

She exhaled slowly, then met my eyes. "Our intimacy. It may be construed as a conflict of interest."

I blinked once. "That’s what this is about?"

"Yes," Her tone remained composed, but the faint softness in her cheeks had not yet faded. "I am ultimately at your service. You are my Lord. Furthermore, romantic and sexual feelings may impede our ability to focus in combat."

I leaned forward and kissed her, a single, reassuring peck. "You worry too much, Meredith. You’ll be fine."

She darkened, cheeks heating slightly. "That sounds a lot like what Isobel said. She noticed my nerves for the Qualifying Exam and suggested I sleep with you to release my tension. She...did not use that language. I am paraphrasing. "

I sighed. "That... sounds like Isobel."

"Indeed. She already told me if your exploits with the Dark Elf. I mean not to gossip, but I believe her intention is to–"

"Warm you up to the idea of a threeway? Yeah, that’s kind of her thing."

"I will not begrudge her of her erotic fantasies, especially ones that... b-blend well with my own," she admitted, looking away from me. "But my fear is what would happen should we fail. What happens if I get comfortable with you all, give myself over to you all, then lose my usefulness to you all as a Paladin–too blinded by lust to properly serve? I wish not to be a maiden of release, but a Paladin. Should we fail the Exams, it would be... practical for you to discard me."

I frowned. "That’s not happening."

"You say that now, Lloyd May, but the weight of owning a Noble House is far greater than the weight of my desire."

"I mean it," I said. "You’re part of the team. You don’t get left behind because things become inconvenient."

"Why?" she asked, watching me carefully. "Why do you and Lyra place such trust in me? I have known you for a week. I have given no grand display of loyalty. Yet you both act as though my place is assured."

I opened my mouth, already reaching for something easy. Something incomplete.

Meredith raised a finger. "No. We do not have time for half answers."

I closed my mouth, surprised that she’d even caught that.

"The Exams are too close," she said. "We will revisit this afterward, when there is space for honesty."

She stepped closer, her demeanor softening just enough to feel intentional. "Until then, focus. I will do the same."

She kissed me, light and brief, then turned toward the exit.

As the doors closed behind her, the faint warmth lingered longer than it should have. I stood there in my armor, wondering whether when she asked again, I would have to tell her everything or come up with a convincing story. I sighed. I already knew my answer.