After finishing breakfast and finally settling down, I found myself wanting Grayfia's warmth. Sitting in the center of the bed, I pulled her onto my lap and embraced her from behind. With my left hand I kneaded her full breasts through the maid uniform, and with the fingers of my right hand I stroked her lower abdomen. While doing so, I lowered my lips to her ear and spoke.
"How are the new maids? Managing to train them properly?"
"Yes… each one of them is excellent. I felt there was hardly any need for an instructor at all."
"I see."
While grasping her breasts, I teased her nipples, pinching the tips with my fingers. As I had ordered, she wasn't wearing any underwear beneath her maid uniform. The raw, firm sensation of her nipples between my fingers was pleasant, and I ended up playing with them obsessively.
"Kh…!"
She let out a humiliated groan, but that was all. Grayfia never truly resisted what I did. After all, we had a contract.
Her eleven-year-old son, Millicas, had until recently been afflicted with the Sleeping Sickness. This illness was unique to devils, striking without warning and causing them to fall into a deep coma. While proper care could keep the patient alive even if bedridden, the illness was considered incurable. Inevitably, it would lead to death through gradual weakness.
When I heard that Grayfia's son had collapsed, I made her an offer.
I needed someone to train the Phoenix household's new maids until they became fully competent—and in return, I would provide them with a special Phoenix Tear capable of curing even so-called incurable diseases.
Grayfia accepted without a second thought. I still remember clearly how she and her husband, Sirzechs, bowed their heads at their son's bedside.
I gladly provided the Phoenix Tear.
Millicas, who had just awakened and was still dazed, was embraced by his parents as they cried with relief. Watching them from a distance, I smirked to myself.
I had the power to inflict status ailments… and also the power to cure them. It would be easy to turn someone into a puppet through mind control, but that alone was boring. When there was a woman I truly wanted, it was only natural that I wanted not only her body, but her heart as well.
For me, that woman was Grayfia.
Once her son's illness was cured, she willingly came under my care. To her, I was probably a generous noble who offered an extremely rare Phoenix Tear just to obtain a maid instructor. Or perhaps she thought I wanted to keep things strictly within the bounds of a formal contract so she wouldn't feel indebted beyond reason.
Either way, she surely didn't consider me an evil devil…
Not until I demanded a sexual relationship.
She tasted exquisite. I pushed Grayfia down into the bed and spent several days breeding her. The maids handled my daily needs while I took her morning, noon, and night—devouring her lips, dominating her womb with my cock, and filling her uterus with my seed again and again.
I had been using a minimum level of mind control to prevent thoughts of resistance or escape, but in retrospect, it may not have been necessary. Being the savior of her son gave me more than enough leverage—even someone as strong-willed as Grayfia could not go against that.
"For the sake of teaching the new maids how to serve their master in bed, I'll need you to work hard."
The maids were skilled in their duties but inexperienced in night service. To have them learn, I summoned Grayfia as their instructor. She weakly protested, saying she hadn't heard anything about that, but I had told no lies. Night service was, after all, part of a maid's job.
In the end, I hardly used any mind control on her. I kept her conscious, recorded everything under the pretext of showing the maids, and thoroughly carved my presence into her body from head to toe.
"Looking forward to working with you."
Just yesterday, I held her in a suspended-back position and filmed myself pouring my seed deep into her womb as she lay limp from hours of sex. And this morning, she had already served me with a blowjob.
"Well, you're still only half-trained. I'll be counting on you, instructor."
I implied clearly I had no intention of relieving her from that role, licking the side of her neck as I did so.
"Wouldn't it be better… to use your own peerage for such things…?"
"You bring that up now?"
Grayfia tried to maintain a neutral expression as she mentioned the peerage system, and I considered it.
Evil Pieces.
Devils born into noble households and granted noble rank upon adulthood were given chess-like pieces—excluding the King, which represented the self.
Queen, Bishops, Rooks, Knights, and Pawns—fifteen pieces total. These could be used to reincarnate others as their servants, granting them the power and characteristics of the used piece. Depending on the individual, multiple pieces might be required.
Riser Phoenix had used all fifteen of his pieces, keeping fifteen servants at his side. Ravel was technically family, but she was also one of his peerage members. Riser had wanted a younger-sister type, and she accepted despite her exasperation.
Before I awoke, Riser and his peerage had good relations, but now we barely interacted. Their appearances weren't bad, but compared to a beauty like Grayfia, they simply fell short. If I were to touch them again, it would only be after Grayfia was completely mine.
"For now, I want to treasure my time with you more than with my peerage."
Lifting her breasts from below, I enjoyed their softness. Her composed profile was breathtaking, and I pressed the growing bulge between her buttocks.
"Mm…"
Grayfia twitched slightly. Perhaps she remembered how thoroughly she had been used.
I had ravaged her relentlessly—pounding her until even a normal woman would've broken long ago—yet she only gave such minimal reaction. A strong woman indeed. That was exactly why I wanted her.
"Today as well… repay the man who saved your son."
She didn't answer. With a resigned expression, she closed her eyes and gave a small nod.
I laid her on the bed and shifted into full foreplay. At my command, she lifted her skirt, exposing her bare hips. Since she wore no underwear, her beautiful inner thighs were completely visible.
Her sex was far too beautiful for a woman who'd borne a child. When I hooked my fingers on her slit and spread it, a delicate pink garden appeared—a small, pristine entrance that didn't look like it belonged to a mother.
She looked delicious today as well.
I gathered saliva in my mouth and pressed my lips to her opening.
"Nn…"
With her soft moan in my ears, I licked her entire sex. After coating it with enough saliva, I pushed my tongue into her entrance.
Though the previous day's endurance-sex had filled her with my seed, her bath had washed it all away. Even so, her cunt had surely memorized my taste by now. I spread her walls with my tongue and let saliva drip deep inside, rubbing the soft flesh.
Wet sounds—kchu, kchu—began to rise. Most of it was saliva, but a faint trace of her arousal mixed in. I pushed aside the saliva to drink her sweetness.
"Delicious."
Grayfia showed no reaction. No reply. She probably just wanted this to be over. Her indifference made me shrug, and I moved between her thighs.
I didn't bother asking if I could enter. I simply grabbed her hips and pressed my erection to her entrance. The moment the tip sensed its prize, it trembled with excitement and swelled, pushing inside.
A perfect hole. Her soft walls clung tightly to me, welcoming the glans and enveloping the shaft greedily. Grinning, I pushed in deeper, spreading her walls until I reached her depths.
Her golden pubic hair brushed against her skin—connection complete. As I leaned forward, Grayfia's flushed face entered my view.
"After all that fucking, it'd be strange if you weren't affected."
She averted her eyes in embarrassment. Her stubborn resistance was almost endearing, and I wanted to pull even better reactions out of her. I reached for her chest.
Then, grabbing the white fabric, I tore it apart.
"Wh—…!"
Her flawless, snowy breasts spilled free, bouncing gently. Their beauty was enough to be mistaken for artwork—white skin, soft curves, pale pink areolae, and deliciously peaked nipples.
Drooling, I buried my face between them.
I won't let anyone else have these.
Possessiveness filled me, and with a dark smile, I dirtied her trembling breasts.
I licked every inch, nipped lightly, and simultaneously moved my hips, thrashing my cock inside her. Caught off guard, Grayfia nearly cried out but stopped herself. Her hands clenched the sheets.
"Heh…"
Unable to hide her reactions, she amused me. I sucked her nipple, knowing full well I was defiling something meant for her husband. Now it belonged to me alone—her body was incomparable. Racing with excitement, I increased the speed of my thrusts, battering her cervix. Her walls, already molded to me, tightened violently as if trying to expel me, but I ignored that and carved myself deeper.
"Grayfia… I will make you my woman."
Her wandering gaze turned toward me, her trembling eyes revealing the torment within. Savoring it, I pulled my hips back in one swift motion.
"Wh—what are you—"
For once, she showed clear agitation. Ignoring her, I withdrew to the very edge, then slammed my cock to the bottom of her womb in an instant.
"Ah—! Haa…!"
The force made her hips lift, her mouth open, her tongue show. Her eyes widened in shock.
"Don't hold back."
That said, I buried my face between her breasts again. The maternal scent lured breath after breath from me, and I licked her cleavage as I thrust mercilessly.
"Hih—! Aaah…!"
My cock pounded her womb with thud, thud sounds—no restraint at all. My intention was to make her insides mine alone. Over and over, I pulled out and drove in. Soon, her cries became constant.
"Ah—hah—kuh—uuh…"
Shaking her head in denial did nothing to escape the stimulation. Her voice rose with every thrust. Her trembling grew obvious, and each thrust sent delightful shivers through her body.
As I bit her nipple and continued the violent sex, a surge of release built within me. It was coming. Grabbing her tightly around the back, still pressing my face to her chest, I let the rising heat explode.
My glans pressed against her cervix, and before Grayfia could even cry out, I released everything.
Splurt, throb, throb.
A massive ejaculation flooded her womb, the pleasure so intense it made me convulse.
"S-stop… pull out…!"
"It's fine. I've already bred you plenty of times. Besides—devils don't get pregnant easily, right? Our lifespan is long, so our birthrate is low."
It was true—devils could live nearly forever, but conceiving children was rare. Many couples loved each other for centuries before having a child. Families like the Phoenixes, where siblings were close in age, were unusual.
"Ahh—still coming…"
"S-so much… again…"
Phoenix seed—and mine in particular—was far from normal. The moment it filled her womb, her belly swelled outward, visibly rounding as though a pouch inside her was expanding. Dense and persistent, my semen clung deeply inside her, refusing to leak out. Perhaps that was why my lineage was so fertile.
Splurt, gush.
Additional spurts pushed her womb even fuller. I couldn't see inside, but my seed must've been sticking thickly to her uterus walls, my sperm swimming eagerly to raise the slightest chance of impregnation.
"Don't run."
I moved close to her face and smiled.
She wouldn't escape. She couldn't escape. The minimal mind control ensured she'd never tell anyone or seek help. She believed everything involving me was a problem she had to solve alone.
In the end, her only battlefield was my bed.
A Phoenix—an immortal being reborn again and again. I would use this body to chase Grayfia endlessly, force her to carry Phoenix blood, and one day welcome her as my wife.
"I'll absolutely make you mine. I won't give your pussy a moment to dry. I'll love you, impregnate you, make you bear my children, and breed you again and again. I'll give you a lifetime of happiness as a woman by my side."
Hearing my unfiltered desire, Grayfia widened her eyes. Her breathing remained ragged—a promising reaction.
"Round two. Here we go."
My cock, somehow even harder than before, stirred inside her, moving through the strings of semen coating her walls. Grayfia seemed calmer than earlier, but she now moaned naturally with every thrust.
Pleased by that, I fucked her until nearly noon.
When I finally finished, she collapsed trembling onto the bed as usual—her maid uniform torn and soaked in semen, thick clumps of seed overflowing from her slit as she breathed in ragged gasps.
"Haa… hah… nn… aah…"
"I love you."
Whispering into her ear, licking the inside, I dressed myself and left the room. Outside stood two beautiful maids—both my toys—whom I instructed to clean Grayfia and the room.
Then I walked down the long hallway.
My destination was my mother's room—
where my nine-month-pregnant daughter rested in her womb.