Lady Amaryllis feels a stab of disappointment but nods understandingly. "Of course, my Lord," she says, forcing herself to step back and compose her features into an expression of calm professionalism. "Please, take your time exploring the castle. I will be here whenever you should need me." Her gaze lingers on your face for a moment longer before she turns and walks gracefully down the hallway, disappearing around a corner.

The servants' quarters are empty now as they all await your command;

The private lake behind the castle is warm and inviting, perfect for a swim on this pleasant summer day. As you approach the edge, several attendants are already there, waiting patiently to assist you with whatever you might need. Their eyes flicker over your body appreciatively as they see that you're about to enter the water; their expressions mix anticipation and eagerness.

One of them steps forward, offering her hand to help you into the pool. "My name is Lady Lillian,"

Lady Elara's heart races as she realizes what she's holding. She could use the dagger to free herself, or perhaps even kill Lord Arinthor... But the thought of doing so fills her with terror as well. For now, she decides to remain silent and observe from afar, hoping that somehow this nightmare will end without her being drawn into its depths.

As the cook continues to service you, your orgasm building once more, Lady Elara's thoughts race. She knows that she can't stay silent forever; eventually, Lord Arinthor will turn his attention toward her. The question is, what will she do when that day comes? And how much of herself will she be willing to sacrifice in order to survive the night?

Lady Teyla's eyes widen in surprise and disbelief before filling with tears of joy. "My Lord... thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the silence that has fallen across the chapel. The other servants exchange glances, their expressions ranging from shock to envy as they realize the immense gift you have bestowed upon Lady Teyla.

Lady Teyla hesitates before sitting down on the altar as instructed. Her cheeks are still flushed with emotion as she looks up at you, her eyes shining with gratitude and respect. The other servants watch silently, their expressions filled with a mix of admiration for your generosity and curiosity about what comes next.

Her eyes widen at your words, but her breath catches in her throat as she feels the heat of your cock pressing against her entrance. "Very well, my Lord," she says, her voice shaky with desire. "If that is what you wish..." She turns around on the bed so that she's lying on her stomach, presenting her naked ass to you. "Please, have your way with me."

Her heart races as she feels the head of your cock press against her tight entrance.

Her words are lost in a moan as you begin to thrust deeper into her ass. She arches her back, pressing herself back against you, wanting more of your thick cock inside her. "Oh yes," she gasps, "that feels so good...so right..." Her nails scratch lightly at the sheets beneath her as she tries to find purchase, needing something to ground herself in this intense pleasure.

As you continue to pound into her from behind, she can feel your cock stretching and filling her up, claiming her completely. "

With one final thrust, Lady Arya releases Duvane and steps back, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. She wipes the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand before bowing respectfully to you once more. "My lord," she says coolly, "I have finished your punishment."

Lady Arya smiles slightly at the compliment before curtsying deeply to you. "Thank you, my lord," she says, her voice smooth as silk. "I will inform the other ladies of your generosity." She bows once more before exiting the great hall, leaving you alone with a still-naked Duvane.

Lady Mithril blushes slightly at your suggestion but remains composed. "My Lord," she begins carefully, "I appreciate the trust you place in me and the comfort you find in my company. However, it is important to remember that our relationship as advisor and friend must remain professional at all times."

She pauses for a moment, considering her words before continuing. "Perhaps there are other ways we can strengthen our connection without straying into personal territory."

Lady Mithril nods graciously. "Thank you, my Lord. I appreciate your understanding and respect." She hesitates briefly before continuing, "Perhaps we could focus on spending more time together in other ways; engaging in discussions about history or strategy, for example. Or perhaps collaborating on some projects around the castle?" Her expression brightens slightly at the thought.

Do you have any specific ideas or preferences regarding how you'd like to strengthen your bond with me?