A knock echoed at the door, followed by a steady, masculine voice from behind it:
"Master, the maid Rein has brought your meal."
The guard seemingly permitted her entry, for Rein stepped in, pushing a cart laden with dishes of various shapes and aromas. I couldn't help myself; my mouth watered slightly at the magnificent sight. Rein stopped before the table and began arranging the food piece by piece. When she finished, she bowed, requesting permission to leave.
But I refused. Was I a fool? No. Was I a refined, elegant gentleman? Not quite. Was I her brother, father, or childhood friend? Certainly not. I was her master, and she was my maid—and what man would let a girl like that simply walk out of his room?
The internal voice of Rya interrupted my thoughts:
Master, I know she excites you... in fact, if I had a body, I would have joined you in playing with her. However, you have already been with her several times today; the poor girl won't be able to endure you any longer.
I replied with annoyance: "Oh, you total killjoy!"
Rya countered:
I am only saying what needs to be said. That being said, I have a suggestion. Are you interested?
"Yes, absolutely."
Rya continued with her provocative proposal:
Instead of a full encounter, how about some stimulating commands? Let her stand before you and fulfill your whims, or sit beside you like a submissive kitten while you feed her...
I interrupted: "Hey Rya, aren't you just a pervert?"
She defended herself:
A false accusation! I am merely suggesting ways for you to enjoy yourself safely and effectively.
I thought to myself: "True, I believe you... and your ideas are actually quite good."
I stood up and took a seat at the table, facing the food. "Rein... isn't it?"
The maid responded with a start, appearing shocked—it seemed it was the first time she had heard her name cross my lips.
I commanded clearly: "Sit in front of me." She obeyed. Then I added the next command: "Grasp my cock with both of your hands." She obeyed again.
I patted her head gently and said, "Good, obedient maid."
I explained the rules: "Here is what will happen; I will give you some food, and in return, you will pleasure me. The more you enjoy the taste, the more intense your touch and your grip on my cock should be... understood?"
She nodded her head up and down in understanding.
I scanned the table; which of these foods would provide the best sensation? My eyes fell on a small piece of red meat that looked as though it would melt in the eye before the mouth. I picked it up with my hand; using my fingers instead of a spoon would make the sensation in her mouth far more enjoyable.
I fed her the meat gently. She began to chew, and with every movement of her jaw, the pace and strength of her hands around my cock increased. She clearly loved it! I wasn't sure if it was the quality of the royal cuisine or because it was her first bite, but I left nothing to the imagination and moved to the next dish.
The game continued; at times her tongue would circle my fingers like a hungry pup while her hands worked below, and at others, her movements would weaken when a dish didn't suit her, which brought me a hint of disappointment. I wished I could have placed my cock in her mouth instead of the food, but I was trying to be a "considerate noble" this time.
Then, I reached a dish that resembled honey but had a brilliant golden hue. I took a small amount on the tip of my finger and placed it in her mouth. The moment she tasted it, she began to suck my finger frantically. High-pitched, feline-like moans escaped her, her face flushed deep red, and her hands moved around my cock with a frantic speed as if her life depended on it.
Her eyes and mouth opened in an incredibly alluring display, her tongue darting out as if begging for more. And who was I to refuse such a request? I scooped some up with three fingers and slid them into her mouth. She struggled to suck them all in while her saliva trailed down my hand, and her movements below had reached a peak of intensity. A wave of warmth and pleasure surged through me... "More... more!"
Finally, I felt the urge to release. I withdrew my hand while she continued to move her hands, then I positioned my cock before her face, letting the hot fluid erupt across her features and clothes. "Oh... this is paradise!"
Rya said:
Master, why not have her clean it up as well? Don't worry, it won't exhaust her.
"Yes, now you're talking, Rya." I guided Rein's head toward my cock. The moment she was positioned, she opened her mouth without needing instruction, cleaning me with her tongue faithfully and skillfully for five full minutes.
After she finished, Rya spoke:
Master, the statistics show that you enjoyed yourself immensely. How about giving this sweet girl a gift in exchange for her years of service?
I asked: "And what should I give her? Another session?"
Rya replied seriously:
Master, this isn't a joke... and since she gets that almost daily, it isn't much of a gift. Her birthday is in two days; why not give her the Memory Simulator from your inventory?
"And what is this simulator?"
The Memory Simulator is a magical artifact that allows a person to relive one of their memories for a limited time. She would be happy to see her parents again and say a proper goodbye.
I understood the intent. I said, "Rein, well done. You have served me long without complaint, so I have decided to reward you."
She looked at me in shock: "No, my Lord, I do not deserve your generosity."
I answered firmly: "I am the one who decides that." She lowered her head in obedience.
I asked Rya to clean the place. A green magic circle appeared beneath us, and suddenly, clothes flew back into place and our bodies were cleaned until they shone like polished glass. Everything returned to its perfect order.
I took out the magic artifact and handed it to her. She asked in wonder: "What is this, my Lord?"
I replied coolly: "Your reward... it allows you to live one day of your memories again." I placed my hand on her hair and continued softly: "Perhaps you wish to see your parents again... the choice is yours."
Rein clutched the artifact tightly to her chest, unable to stop her tears from falling as she repeated in a voice full of happiness and exhaustion: "Thank you... thank you, my Lord!"