Inside Rexford's room, Bedelia sat on the luxurious bed, wearing only an extremely thin fabric on her body that left little to the imagination.
She was waiting for Rexford as the prince had ordered her to wait for him in his room while Anne was left with the task of leading the other actors to the prepared lodgings. Mostly just empty houses in the small village that the prince has established.
"When will the prince arrive?"
She wondered aloud but never expected the answer to come swiftly-
"Sorry, but you should rest in the servants rest area tonight"
Rexford suddenly appeared but Bedelia eyes drifted towards the individual who was next to him-
'Duchess Hall… has the Master already made his choice?'
The situation that the third prince was in was a secret to even his people but some were made aware of it.
Bedelia is one of the few servants who were aware of it due in part to her position as one of the "favored" servants.
Being favored by the prince did not simply mean that one had an attractive body, if that were the case, most of the people in the third prince's inner circle would be succubi.
"Master… I understand"
Bedelia did not say anymore, she was able to hold back her queries as she was not alone with Rexford.
"How about let the lass watch?"
"Del!"
"Okay, okay, carry on now little missy~"
Delilah acted as if she was shooing away a dog but Bedelia did not seem bothered and quietly moved to the nearby servants quarters reserved for those who were tasked with watching over Rexford at night. It had remained unused for a long time but was still cleaned like normal.
As she closed the door behind her, Rexford and Delilah started to talk, although the room was separated from the main bedroom, it had thin walls in order to allow those resting within it to immediately act when necessary.
"Del, you didn't have to do that", Rexford spoke in an angry tone but the response from the Duchess carried only pride and was said in a teasing tone.
"Oh my? All I did was enforce my position, a maid should know her pla- ah!"
*poomf* *creak*
"Fine then, this is part of the deal after all, but remember Del, this is my palace… so you should know you place"
"Ooh~ Scawy~"
The duchess continued to tease Rexford but Bedelia could already hear the anger in the Third Prince's voice.
Few things made the prince angry but she was well aware that he would always snap when the people he treasures are taken advantage of…
'Master…'
Bedelia smiled using the thought of her master's anger for her sake as a reason to remain calm and hold down the sadness she felt.
She must not show weakness-
She must not show jealousy-
She must no show hate-
She must remain calm…
For all she was nothing but a maid, a special one, favored by her master but that would not change her position as a… maid.
*creak* *plap* *creak* *plap* *slap* *creak*
"Ahn! Sto- Uh- wai-uhm- ahh- no-ahhh!"
The sound of her master dominating the duchess could be heard, the bed, despite the sturdy build, the Third Prince was capable of making the bed creak with his mere movements.
Its frame was made of the strongest wood enchanted with spells to prevent it from making even the faintest of sounds. A luxury item that was only available to nobles.
It was the first time she had heard the bed make a noise but the moans she heard from the Duchess made her understand what was truly happening within the room.
The Third Prince had a special ability, it was the manipulation of his body, some think of it as mere transformation but the prince could do more than just make a simple illusion. His whole body was capable of transforming into a completely different form.
Although the transformation does have a time limit as it consumes energy to take on a form that is not his original.
But that transformation ability was heavily used by the prince, especially in his nightly activities.
The prince had revealed to her once, in one of the many times he called and spent a night simply laying on the bed and talking. He had revealed one of his discoveries related to pleasuring women, he said that "every woman would have a specific need in terms of size and shape of a man's penis".
Using his ability, the prince had taken on the best form, which is why his partners would always say that "spending time with the prince gets better over time".
Bedelia herself experienced it, and she also learned from women who had multiple partners or those who were married that nightly activities get stale as relationships go on. The feeling of excitement lapses and the lack of excitement from a woman would be felt by their partner reducing the amount of time they spent doing "the deed".
The Third Prince using his ability afforded to him by his imperial blood for such purpose was something that should not be known, yet he had told Bedelia.
The trust she received from the prince and the voice of the Duchess who was already begging the prince gave the maid a sense of fulfillment yet even then-
*drip*
She wiped off the moisture that had flowed down her cheeks as she covered herself and laid on the bed trying to get some sleep.
'I need to rest… for the Master… this is my duty… as he favored the maid…'
….
In the main room, Delilah was gasping for air, Rexford held her wrist up above her head as he positioned her in a missionary position.
The Duchess- the witch of knowledge, a woman many feared was now shaking, quivering, she had lost the ability to resist as he could feel her legs getting limp yet still shaking as he moved his hips.
He said nothing, only stared at her with the same expression he had as he started-
Anger and dominance…
Yet, despite blanking out twice, Delilah was still able to smile.
"Tra… transformation… to use it like this, you really are a hedonistic basta- un!"
Rexford moved once more, using his transformation, he cleverly manipulated the shape of his dick. Reducing its girth when pulling out and increasing it once more as he pushed in. He had increased its length and made sure that he truly hit the cervix.
Unlike how he treated his other partners, focusing on pleasure and intimacy, the way he treated Delilah was similar to how many nobles treat their mistresses.
"I am, you wanted this, and you entered my palace, disrespected my people- you should know your place"
"Hm~♥️… No-AHN!"
Delilah resisted, although she showed a pitiful appearance minutes before, that was simply a result of her lack of preparation.
She had never experienced sex before, she had not indulged in toys and the closest she got to experience was "touching herself".
Yet, the moment the little maid had closed the door, Rexford immediately went on the offensive.
Without hesitation, Delilah was pushed on the bed, her wrist were held above her head and Rexford didn't even remove their clothes.
He simply ripped her stockings and underwear, pulled his pants lower and immediately began thrusting.
The sudden insertion shocked Delilah, moreover, Rexford didn't simply enter, he reached in deep hitting the deepest part of her body.
Many said that "the deeper it is the more pleasurable it becomes" but Delilah realized that those women who claimed as such were liars.
Rexford hit her deep and the moment he reached the end of the tunnel did not bring pleasure but instead pain.
Instead of a climax, Delilah felt as if she was punched in the guts and the insertion ended with a loud slap as Rexford's body collided with her own.
She tried to say something, to ask him to move more gently yet Rexford didn't even allow her to speak as she felt him shrink and retreat yet as quickly as the pain subsided it came again.
Rexford moved quickly, so fast that Delilah couldn't catch a breath.
Fortunately, before she suffocated Rexford stopped, yet it didn't end.
Her body had gotten limp, but Rexford was still as strong as when he had started and that was when he began to control her.
Delilah's body was manipulated by Rexford in various humiliating positions, he did not show any twisted looks, just the same cold anger that he started with.
Delilah knew what was happening, she knew what Rexford was doing but the fact that she knew was proof of her own fortitude.
'I'm not some weak woman who you could dominate…'
Unwilling to give into Rexford, Delilah fought back, she steeled her own body, using the inherent ability in her blood.
The ducal houses had titan blood but their original races were varied.
The Surati house were sirens, the Albertson's were humans and the Martell's were Dragonewts… of course, the Hall family were also of a non-human race and they were one of the strongest in terms of magic and physical ability… at night at least.
While the Hall family fell short in physical battles, they had an abnormally strong stamina.
This allowed many of the men to build up strength that could match other races but the stamina they had came from their bloodline- succubus.
Delilah had kept it hidden, unlike her other relatives who used it to manipulate others, Delilah held back and focused solely on her magic.
That didn't mean her succubus blood and titan blood were weak though.
In fact, she wouldn't have become the matriarch of the hall family if that were the case-
As she was pinned down in a missionary position, when her body was about to give in-
"I thought I'd use it to get one over you once you let down your guard… at least you know how to use your abilities… I underestimated you~"
Suddenly, Delilah had regained her strength out of nowhere, Rexford was surprised but he didn't let it get to him.
Unfortunately for him-
"Rex honey~ you're not the only one who could manipulate their body~"
"Urk-"
Rexford felt something shift inside Delilah, her muscles… they contracted weirdly, unlike how other women did.
"Succ- no, even a succubus could not do something like this-"
"I'm not a normal succubus am I? Even I have titan blood within me~"
Delilah's eyes glowed with a pink hue as her legs wrapped around Rexford's waist.
"You haven't pump out anything yet… Rex darling~ why won't you feed your dear Del~"
Delilah moved her upper body, despite being restrained she was able to make a few small movements but such movement was enough to free her bountiful breast from the bindings of the corset.
Her clothes were ripped and the position they were in gave Rexford the feeling of absolute dominance.
"Rex… no, master~ please… let me go…"
Delilah's voice changed, her demeanor shifted and the air of absolute might and pride was covered in a seductive mist.
"This isn't my first time taking on a succubus-"
"..."
Rexford replied with as strong a willpower as he could muster but Delilah did not respond to him, only showing a flushed expression. One that revealed her pain but also emphasized her willingness to go through with whatever he desired.
"If that's what the master wants…"
It should have been easy to break through it, the seductive power of a succubus-
'No… she's mixing in her magic!'
Rexford quickly noticed the traces of magic cleverly weaved together with the succubus inherent ability of seduction.
A carefully woven trap that only an expert in magical manipulation could create…
'Tsk… you asked for this-'
Rexford, despite lacking in the technique department still had ways to circumvent such situations.
So long as he doesn't completely change his own body, he could add slight modifications to improve his own performance.
He couldn't really change his whole body to take the form of an orc, if he did, it would last only for a few hours and after that he would be out cold. But!
'One of the organs that allows orcs to have their near limitless libido-'
Rexford transformed his brain, he added an auxiliary organ that many orcs had, one that pumped into their blood what could only be described as a psychedelic stimulant.
It was a substance highly prized by many as it gave those that used it improved stamina, sex drive and strength, all without any negative side effects- well, except for the fact that it causes a kind of "berserk sex drive".
But Rexford wasn't really trying to "have fun" or "be intimate" with Delilah.
What was happening right now was a battle, he can't lose the battle now and so the only thing he could do was give himself the power of an orc. The unlimited sex drive that would continue to pump women with semen until they were impregnated.
"Using magic is a foul, don't blame me for what happens next"
As Rexford completed the transformation, his whole demeanor changed, fortunately, the Third Prince's room was covered with a sound isolation barrier.
Unfortunately, it surrounded the whole room, from the private bath to the servants quarters attached to it.
Only one person knew what kind of devastation occurred that night, but what she didn't know was that it the ordeal she had to go through was just beginning.