Lance Hayward
I felt good after breeding my mom and deflowering Matilda. I slipped out of the room and went in search of some of the wise maids. It was nearing evening. My Daughter-Maids would be busy cooking in the large kitchen downstairs.
I wanted to have a meeting before then. A meeting and an orgy.
I found Mrs. Johnson, my English teacher. She was a busty, black-haired woman that was vacuuming the carpet in the living area. There was actual cleaning that had to be done, not just suppressing the Imprisoned.
"Master," she said when she saw me, her toe pushing down on the power button so it turned off.
"Find Ms. Docea and the other Wise-Maids and meet me in the entertainment room," I said.
"Of course, Master," she said and yanked on the cord to unplug the vacuum cleaner.
I nodded and headed that way. The house was bustling. Maids were moving about the living area. I headed down the hallway. Bella looked like she was still out trying on wedding dresses. I wasn't allowed to see that, but I checked my phone.
She had settled on the flower arrangements. "They look beautiful," I texted her. "Can't wait to see you in your wedding dress."
"Prepare to have your socks blown off, Master," she sent back with a winky emoji.
I chuckled and reached the entertainment center. A large room with a huge TV. 90" or something like that. Surround sound system. My uncle had definitely liked his entertainment. There were a bunch of game consoles, too. Old ones to almost modern ones. Lots of chairs, couches, loveseats, and beanbag chairs scattered around. It could fit all the maids, but it would be tight.
Not that all the maids should be relaxing at the same time. Nightly patrols had to be organized.
I sank onto the couch and waited for them to appear. Dean White strode in first, the Black woman looking lovely in her maid's uniform. Following her was Petra Jimenez, a student of archaeology. She might be useful in this discussion.
"Master," she said and looked a tad nervous. She was new to the harem, joining just in time for the Huntsman's raid.
I nodded to her.
Ming and Sister Martha Ruth came in next followed by Asuka who was holding her laptop in her hand and staring at the screen. She nodded to me absently as she sank down in a beanbag chair, still working on her prediction algorithm. She had almost warned us about the Huntsman's attack.
She just hadn't the data to understand what the signs had meant.
Marsha Peterson strode in with the pilot Esmerelda. Another Jimenez, though I doubted she was related to Petra. Abigail Wright rushed in Mrs. Johnson entered with Ms. Docea, the last of them. I nodded and motioned for the to gather around.
"Master?" Ms. Docea asked, her light-blue garter around her thigh. My redheaded history teacher had such a gleam in her eyes. "What did you wish to discuss with us?"
"A way to end the necessity of what we're doing," I said. "To stop the cycle of needing maids to fight the Imprisoned. To seal off the Otherworld completely. The Hay is not impenetrable."
"That may not be possible," said Ms. Docea. "The Otherworld is the spiritual half of things. It might prove infeasible."
"Maybe," I said. "But maybe the Hay can be strengthened. I know how it was made."
Ms. Docea pushed up her glasses while Martha Peterson, who had a Doctorate in Celtic Mythology, looked positively about to drool with excitement. I smiled as I explained to them how Cali had made a pact with my ancestor, her own father, and sacrificed her twin sister to form the Foundation of the Hay. Lastly, I told them about Cali's mother, the Queen the Huntsman was hunting for.
"She sounds very powerful," I said. "Maybe there is a way to use her to strengthen the wall."
"Interesting," said Esmerelda. The pilot leaned against the wall, her eyes distant. "That does have a sound principle to it."
"Perhaps," said Martha. She tapped her lips.
"Who is she?" Asuka asked without looking up from her laptop. "The Queen?"
"From what the Seductress told me, she is Titania, Queen of the Tuatha de Danaan."
"The fairy queen," said Marsha. "Mmm, and that makes the Huntsman the Erlking. A psychopomp."
"A what?" I asked.
"It's a god or spirit who leads the dead to the afterlife," said Petra. "Mercury, Hermes, Odin. They're associated with leading the dead. And Odin is associated with the Wild Hunt."
Martha nodded. "The Wild Hunt is found all over Indo-European mythology. A Huntsman and a pack of black dogs, sometimes hellhounds, run across our world. If you encounter it, you either join the hunt or are hunted. Those who are hunted are killed and dragged off. Those who join become the dogs. In some versions, the Erlking is the leader of it. The Elf King. And if Titania is the Queen of the Fairy or of the elves, then he would be her husband. Oberon is a name given for him."
"I have surveyed the Imprisoned in the mansion," said Abigail. She pulled her phone out of her pocket. "There are... two-hundred-and-seventeen Imprisoned. One-hundred-and-fifty-three paintings, forty-three busts, sixteen tapestries, and five full statues. I have been categorizing them by gender, species, and other traits. None of them appear to be a queen. I think she must be free and on the other side of the Hay."
"Okay," I said. "But we need more than that. We need to know how to capture her. I want you to research it when you have the time." I hesitated. "And let's not let Cali know. I doubt she would appreciate us messing with her mother. So mum's the word."
"Of course, Master," Ms. Docea purred. She wiggled her hips, her eyes. "We would never betray you. But... this meeting will be suspicious. If we all keep gathering."
"You're just going to have orgies with the various maids on a regular basis," said Sister Martha Ruth. The nun licked her lips. "Us, the Concubine-Maids, the Daughter-Maids, the Slut-Maids, and the Virgin-Maids. Rotate through us. Then it will raise no suspicion."
"Sneaky," said Mrs. Johnson. "I wouldn't think a nun would come up with that."
"I'm a Nun-Maid of Hayward Manor," she said, her voice sultry. She slid her arm around Mrs. Johnson and kissed her.
They melted together. It was hot to watch. My dick lurched as it made such a great plan. Asuka even closed her laptop. The Japanese girl rose and pulled Abigail Wright to her. They melted together into a naughty kiss, their tongues dancing.
"Mmm, Ms. Docea," Ming moaned. The Chinese mathematician, who had been working with Asuka on her algorithms, dropped to her knees before my history teacher. "Let me eat your pussy. I'm so grateful you picked me."
"So grateful," Esmeralda moaned as she pulled Petra to her. The to Jimenez women melted into a kiss. I knew they probably weren't related, just a huge coincidence, but it was still hot thinking they were distant cousins melting together.
Their lips worked together as I stared at Ming's rump. Her skirt swirled over her ass. The Chinese maid lifted her head and nuzzled up between Ms. Docea's thighs, going for the Teacher-Maid's hot pussy. I knew Ms. Docea was in for a delicious time.
I knew I was.
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