In the opulent bridal suite, Rennes and Janice face a wedding night that transcends convention. With the help of a seasoned maid, Janice's innocence is challenged, leading her on a journey of forbidden pleasure and submission. How far is she willing to go to...
The Hanbeseburg marriage chamber was a sanctuary of opulence and secrets. The walls, paneled in crimson silk, absorbed the faint glow of candles flickering in gold candelabras, casting dancing shadows across the canopy of the marriage bed. The air smelled of jasmine and something richer, something animal, like the sweat already beading on Rennes's neck as he adjusted the final details. The "Many Blessings and Children" system, a time-honored tradition in his lineage, had whispered in his ear for weeks that this night would not be like the others. That a husband's duty went beyond the simple act of marriage. That the fertility of Janice, his young and virginal wife, must be ensured by any means necessary.
Janice sat in front of the full-length mirror, her trembling fingers playing with the hem of the bikini Rennes had given her minutes before. The material, a nearly transparent black triangle, barely covered the mons pubis, leaving the crease between her round, firm buttocks exposed. The straps, thin as silk threads, dug lightly into her shoulders, highlighting the outline of her small but perfectly formed breasts, crowned by pink nipples that were already beginning to harden in the cool night air. She didn't entirely understand why her husband insisted she wear this on their wedding night, but Rennes's hungry gaze upon seeing her dressed like that had made her blush right down to the roots of her brown hair that fell in waves over her back.
"Do you like it?" Janice asked, turning her body slightly so he could appreciate the way the fabric clung to her butt like a second skin.
Rennes swallowed, feeling his cock harden against his silk trousers. It wasn't just Janice's body that excited him—although God knew it was perfect—but the idea. The system had been clear: "A fertile womb should know no limits." And he, like a good heir, was willing to obey.
"You know I do," he murmured, approaching from behind. His hands settled on her hips, his thumbs brushing the edge of her bikini bottom, right where the fabric dipped between her buttocks. "But this is just the beginning."
Janice frowned, confused, but before she could ask, a soft knock on the door startled them. Rennes didn't move. She knew who it was.
"Come in," he said, his voice huskier than usual.
The door opened quietly, revealing the maid assigned for the night. She was a tall woman with dark skin and defined muscles beneath a tight uniform that barely concealed the bulge between her legs. Rennes had personally chosen her for her reputation: it was said that his cock was as thick as a man's fist and that he knew how to use it to open even the shyest of women. Her lips, painted a dark red, curved into a smile when she saw Janice, still on her back, her bikini leaving little to the imagination.
"Sir," the servant murmured, bowing her head in a gesture of respect that contrasted with the unbridled lust in her eyes. "The lady is… ready."
Janice spun around, her eyes wide.
—What…? Rennes, what's going on?
But he didn't respond. Instead, he stepped back, giving her space. The maid wasted no time. With fluid movements, he advanced on Janice, his large hands cupping her face before she could protest. And then, without warning, he kissed her.
It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was an assault. The maid's lips crushed against Janice's, her tongue forcing entry, exploring, claiming. Janice moaned against that invading mouth, her hands instinctively rising to push, but ending up clutching at the other woman's shoulders, as if her traitorous body already knew what her mind still rejected. Rennes watched, motionless, as his cock throbbed painfully. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the spectacle: the way Janice's nipples hardened beneath the bikini material, how her back arched as the maid nibbled on her lower lip.
"Oh my God," Janice whispered when they finally released her, panting. Her glassy eyes searched Rennes desperately. "Is this what you want?"
He didn't lie.
-Yeah.
The maid didn't wait any longer. With a swift motion, she unbuckled his uniform belt, dropping his pants. His cock sprang free, thick and dark, the veins prominent along the shaft, the head glistening with precum. Janice sucked in a breath. She'd never seen one like that—so big, so real—and fear and excitement mingled in her stomach like wine and poison.
"Kneel down," the maid ordered, her voice harsh.
Janice hesitated, but one look at Rennes—whose hand was already sliding over the bulge in his trousers—made her decide. She sank to the floor, her knees digging into the Persian rug, as the maid brought her hip closer to those trembling lips.
"You don't know how to suck, do you, beginner?" The maid tangled her fingers in Janice's hair, guiding her head forward. "But you'll learn."
The first contact was a shock. Janice closed her eyes as the warm tip brushed her lips, the salty taste of precum invading her mouth. The maid didn't give her time to think about it. He thrust forward, filling that virgin mouth with inches of hard meat. Janice gasped, tears welling in the corners of her eyes as the cock brushed against her throat. But she didn't pull away. Instead, her hands gripped the maid's thighs, as if the contact would anchor her to reality as the world faded away in a whirlwind of humiliation and forbidden pleasure.
Rennes couldn't resist any longer. With a groan, he released his own cock, already swollen and aching, and began to stroke himself slowly, his eyes fixed on the spectacle. Seeing his wife, his Janice, on her knees before another woman, her lips stretched around a cock that wasn't his own... It was more than he'd imagined. The system was right: this was power. This was blessing.
But the maid wasn't finished. With a grunt, he withdrew his cock from Janice's mouth, leaving a trail of saliva connecting her lips to the swollen head.
"Now for the real work," he said, grabbing Janice by the arms and lifting her as if she weighed nothing. "Onto the bed. On your knees."
Janice obeyed, driven by a mixture of submission and morbid curiosity. She leaned back on the mattress, her butt in the air, her legs spread, her bikini still clinging to her sweaty skin. The maid wasted no time. He positioned himself behind her, his large hands parting Janice's buttocks to expose her wet, quivering, virgin pussy.
"Look how pretty," he murmured, running a finger along her swollen lips. "So tight. So ready to be opened."
Rennes gasped. His hand moved faster over his cock, pleasure building in his lower belly as he watched the maid align his thick head with Janice's entrance.
"Wait," Janice gasped, looking over her shoulder with wide eyes. "It hurts…"
"Don't worry, madam," the maid smiled cruelly. "It will only hurt at first."
And then, with a firm push, he entered.
Janice screamed. The sound was sharp, piercing, as her body resisted accepting this massive intrusion. The maid didn't stop. She advanced inch by inch, stretching, breaking, until his balls hit Janice's clit with a wet sound.
"God! God, it's too much!" Janice whimpered, her nails digging into the sheets.
—But it's perfect, —the maid growled, stepping back before thrusting again, this time with more force.
The sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the room. The bed creaked under the weight of their bodies, the springs groaning in harmony with Janice's gasps. Rennes couldn't tear his eyes away. His wife—his wife—was being fucked like a bitch in heat, her virgin pussy now stuffed to the womb by a cock that wasn't his own. And the worst part—or the best part—was that he loved it. Every moan from Janice, every time her body jerked with a new thrust, sent an electric shock straight to his balls.
"More!" Rennes ordered, his voice cracking with desire. "Hit it harder!"
The maid obeyed. His thrusts became brutal, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing off the walls. Janice no longer protested. Her moans had become long and desperate, her hips moving in time with the cock that was destroying her.
"I'm gonna cum!" the maid roared, her fingers digging into Janice's hips. "Inside you, whore!"
And then, with one final thrust that lifted Janice onto her toes, he came. Rennes saw it all: the maid's body tensing, his cock driving deep, hot cum flooding Janice's womb in thick spurts. Janice screamed, her body shaking with an orgasm she hadn't expected, the walls of her pussy clamping down on the strange cock as if they never wanted to let go.
Rennes couldn't hold it in any longer. With a grunt, his own seed spurted out in white arcs onto the floor, staining the carpet as his legs trembled. But even in ecstasy, a part of him watched. Watched Janice's face—her parted lips, her flushed cheeks, the mixture of confusion and lust in her eyes as the maid finally withdrew, leaving a trail of semen trickling down her thighs.
The maid calmly adjusted her clothes, as if she had just finished some ordinary work.
"Whenever you want to do it again, sir," he said, nodding toward Rennes before leaving, leaving behind only the smell of sex and the silence.
Janice remained in the same position, panting, her bikini now stained and twisted, her pussy sore but still throbbing. Rennes moved closer, but didn't touch her. He wasn't sure he could do it.
"Are you… okay?" he asked, his voice a broken whisper.
Janice looked at him. Her eyes, once filled with innocence, now shone with something new. Something hungry.
"I don't know," she confessed, running a hand between her legs. Her fingers came away shiny with a mixture of semen and her own juices. "But... I want more."
Rennes felt something inside him break. It wasn't just desire. It was obsession. And the system, somewhere in the back of his mind, was laughing.