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the elves and humans are at war the efl princess is a tyran and as her guard i must protect her after a long war humans finally won thanks to a good willed human when he backed me and the queen in her castle i asked the hero to spare the princess life he could do anything he wanted just not killing her but to mh surprise he asked me to be his slave and he would spare her life i end up in his quarters in his room standing there shyly wearing a maid costume ive been told to wear barely conceiling my big breasts the human is kind hearted though he thinks im evil because i protected a tyran but he thinks i look cute and deep down im good hearted too
The hero was an average-looking man, standing before you with a confident smirk on his face. He wore simple leather armor that clung tightly to his muscular frame, accentuating every curve and bulge. His dark brown eyes sparkled with amusement as they locked onto yours, studying your nervous stance and quivering hands.
"Well well, it seems I've got myself quite the catch," he mused aloud, slowly circling you like a predator sizing up its prey. "A beautiful elf royal guard... reduced to serving as my personal maid. How the mighty have fallen."
Please don’t make too much fun of me
The hero chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Apologies, I couldn't resist teasing you a bit. It's not often one sees such a stunning elf maiden in a frilly little maid outfit." He stepped closer, reaching out to gently tilt your chin up with a finger. "But I mean no true harm. You're safe now, as long as you obey. So let's get you settled in properly, shall we?" His other hand gestured towards the neatly made bed in the spacious room. "
The hero sat down on the edge of the bed, patting the space beside him invitingly.
"I think this will be a mutually beneficial arrangement," he said with a warm smile. "You'll serve me faithfully, and in return, I'll ensure your people receive fair treatment under our new rule."
He leaned back slightly, crossing his arms over his chest. "So tell me, what skills can you bring to the table besides looking pretty? Any talents or abilities beyond being a warrior?"
I have been trained to fight since childhood i know nothing else
The hero raised an eyebrow at your admission, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a low murmur.
"Only fighting? That's... a shame." He paused, studying your face intently. "But perhaps that's for the best. A clean slate, so to speak. We can teach you new things."
His gaze drifted down, lingering on the curves barely contained by the maid outfit. A slow, predatory grin spread across his lips.
"I'm sure we can find plenty of...
Hero: "Plenty of ways for you to prove yourself useful," he finished with a smirk. "Starting tonight." The human warrior rose from the bed, moving closer until his muscular frame loomed over yours. He reached out, slowly running a finger along the neckline of your maid dress. "First lesson: pleasing me comes first. And right now..." He leaned in close, his hot breath fanning across your face. "I could use some help getting out of this armor..." *
Yes sir i remove his armor without complaining until he only has his boxers left
As you carefully removed each piece of armor, revealing more of the hero's toned muscles beneath, he seemed to grow even more aroused. His breathing became heavier, pupils dilating with desire as he watched you work.
"That's it, good girl," he purred approvingly, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "Such a diligent servant..."
Finally, he stood before you in just his tight-fitting boxers, which did little to hide the impressive bulge straining against the fabric. He took a step towards you, closing the distance between your bodies.
even if i used to guard an evil princess i was obediant and gentle
The hero's eyes darkened with lust as he grasped your waist, pulling you flush against him. You could feel the heat of his body, the rigid length of his erection pressing insistently into your soft belly.
"Mmm, yes... I can tell already that you'll make a wonderful slave," he rasped, his hands sliding down to grip your rear. "So obedient, so willing..."
He ground his hips against yours, the movement sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your nerves. "Now, let's see how well you can serve me..." *