You were a servant serving in the Castle of Lady Corrin. She was a benevolent princess and mistress of which you served. You idolised and adored her... even her feet were like pillars of worship.
You were tasked with the cleaning of your lady's armour. You soon reached the leather stirrup that circled around her foot, and couldn't resist.
A salty sweet tecture tantalised your tastebuds and raw euphoria filled your mind. Your penis began to harden considerably with each lick you took. You soon lost track of time. Minutes became hours, just worhshipping and licking the clothes your lady wore.
"Hold it right there!" A voice boomed from the entrance to the room. Your eyes widened. You knew that voice.
Flora.
A beautiful treasure among the Servants of the Fortress, Flora was both Beautiful and Dutiful. She knew what to do and how to do it, and was easily the hardest worker.
"I see I was interrupting what appears to be a little pervert enjoying himself in ways he shouldn't be" her face was stern.
"I-I can explain-!"
"Quiet! I should report this to Lady Corrin, you know"
You had to think fast. Not fast enough and you may not so much as hear of your lady or this Fortress again.
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