She did not pull away. Her eyes remained locked onto Azael's flushed face through the thin lenses of her glasses, the black frames trembling faintly with every shallow breath she took.
Her chest rose and fell in heavy, uneven rhythm, the tight white apron straining harder against the massive swell of her breasts as her pulse hammered wildly beneath her porcelain skin.
She could feel the intimate warmth of his groin radiating through the thin fabric of his undergarment, pressing against her gloved palm like forbidden fire.
Even with the barrier between them, his penis felt heavier than she had ever imagined. Soft yet thick. It made her feel hot in stomach.
It twitched.
"Ahn~"
Azael let out a needy little moan that sent a hot jolt straight between her thighs. His hips jerked involuntarily, pushing his growing length firmer into her hand as if begging for more. 'I can't control anymore…' The last thread of his restraint snapped completely.
Isabel's black eyes widened slightly behind her glasses, the sound of his moan making her own core clench with an odd, rush of excitement. Her nipples stiffened into aching peaks under her maid outfit. 'He is...enjoying..' she thought dazely.
She pulled her hand out.
Azael's brows furrowed in confusion and frustration. Just as he had finally surrendered to the pleasure, her touch vanished. He opened his violet eyes, cheeks burning crimson, and stared at her with parted lips.
"W-what happened, Isabel…?"
She didn't answer. Her gaze was glued to her left hand, still hovering in the air between them. Slowly, almost trance-like, she brought the gloved fingers to her nose. She inhaled deeply.
The faint, musky scent of his most private skin clung to the glove despite never having touched him directly. Her long lashes fluttered shut as she breathed him in, a soft, involuntary sigh escaping her lips.
'Shit!' The sight hit Azael like lightning. Blood surged downward so fast his shaft throbbed and hardened further. Still not fully erect, but now unmistakably semi-hard and straining against his undergarment.
Isabel's eyes snapped open. She glanced at him, her own face flushed a deep, scarlet that made her look almost unbearably erotic. Realization crashed over her like cold water and she jerked her hand down.
"I-I… it was nothing!… Just forget what you saw now!" She looked away, mortified.
Azael swallowed hard, voice hoarse. "Okay… but can you… continue it?"
She looked back up at him, eyes dark and glassy. After a long, trembling second, she nodded.
This time she used her right hand. She leaned in closer, her body shifting until she was pressed flush against his right side on the bed.
The massive soft weight of her breasts crushed heavily against his arm and shoulder, the warm, yielding flesh molding and spilling around his bicep like warm silk.
Every tiny movement made them jiggle and squash tighter against him. He could feel her softness perfectly. 'If they are so soft under those clothes...how soft they might be when bared?' He thought while enjoying them.
While her right hand slid back inside his trousers with deliberate slowness.
This time her fingers found something much bigger. Her eyes widened sharply behind the glasses as she wrapped her gloved hand around the thickening length.
It had grown longer, thicker, hotter than before. Twitching powerfully against her palm the moment she touched it. The skin stretched over rigid heat, veins beginning to pulse beneath her fingertips. Despite his underwear was being a border between them.
'It's...so big...and why it's getting more bigger.. ' She thought with slight excitement.
She didn't comment anything though. Instead she slowly rubbed along its growing length, her grip light but firm, stroking up and down with agonizing care.
Azael moaned again, low and shaky, the sound vibrating through his chest and straight into her. The noise sent another shameful thrill through her body, making her thighs press together beneath her long s⁹kirt.
The shaft in her hand kept swelling, becoming larger and heavier with every slow pump of her fist. She was shocked, his little brother had transformed into something huge and long, far beyond anything she had expected.
She could feel every inch of its impressive girth, the way it throbbed and pulsed hotter in her grasp, yet she still couldn't see it beneath the fabric. Her black eyes flicked up to
Azael's face, it was blissful, half-lidded expression, lips parted, cheeks burning.
She leaned in until her lips brushed the shell of his ear. Her voice came out low, husky, and trembling with arousal. "Young Master… you seemed cured… perfectly healthy."
Azael jerked hard against her palm, a desperate sound tearing from his throat.
She was still stroking him over the underwear, but she could clearly feel the slick, warm leak of precum soaking through the fabric and coating her glove in thin, sticky strands.
For a few more heart-pounding seconds she kept going, lost in the rhythm, the obscene wet sounds of her gloved hand sliding along his thickening cock, the heavy press of her breasts against his arm, the thick incense smoke swirling around them like a drug.
Then soon reality crashed back in. She had only meant to check if he could get hard. And it was painfully, obviously clear that he could. More than clear.
She froze, voice shaky but trying to sound professional even as her face burned. "We… we checked. You are okay. So… I will go now."
She pulled her hand out slowly. The black leather glove glistened with a visible smear of his precum, the scent of it clinging to her fingers.
Azael felt a sharp pang of dissatisfaction. 'Shitt...it was going perfect.'
His body aching with need. Before she could stand, he quickly shoved his trousers and underwear down in one frantic motion, freeing himself completely.
His massive cock sprang free with a heavy bounce, thick, veined, and rock-hard. Well over eight inches of throbbing length, the swollen head flushed dark and leaking a steady bead of precum that dripped down the shaft.
"Yes! I am alright!" he exclaimed in an excited, breathless voice, eyes wide with feigned surprise.
Isabel's face turned an even deeper, burning shade of red. She gasped, instantly covering her face with both hands. Only to be assaulted by the strong, intimate scent of his cock still lingering on her glove.
Her black eyes peeked desperately through the gaps between her fingers, unable to stop staring at the enormous, glistening erection that now stood proudly between them, twitching and leaking under her gaze.