Lustful Tales

Scheur POV I kept my eyes fixed on the stone floor as I carried the heavy laundry basket down the dimly lit hallway. In this world, humans knew their place — especially when serving werewolves. Two years in the palace had taught me one unbreakable rule: avoid them like poison. Speak only when spoken to. Never meet their eyes. Never linger. A burst of excited voices echoed from the servants’ quarters. I hesitated, then stepped closer and set the basket down. “What’s going on?” I whispered to Simone, the nearest maid who wasn’t part of the chaos. She rolled her eyes and jerked her chin toward the crowd of girls clustered around a posted list. “They just announced the new suite assignments. Half of them are losing their minds because they get to serve His Majesty.” My stomach dropped. I pushed through the group and scanned the names. There it was — mine. Assigned to the king’s private chambers. “Lucky you,” a girl beside me sighed, draping her arm over my shoulder dreamily. I shr

After that encounter, I had tried desperately to avoid him, and lucky for me, he hadn't summoned me again soon after. I sat pondering how I would overcome this predicament I had found myself inside. I already had my mind made up; my plans were set.I had made plans that I would work until I was twenty-five, then I would consider settling down. I’d find a matchmaker to find me a ‘human’ husband—maybe settle down and have kids—but this man wasn’t part of my plan. I didn’t account for an obsessive king, more or less one who is trying by every means to get me into his bed.“Scheur, it seems you are on cleaning His Majesty’s bedroom,” a fellow maid said, looking at the new list pasted. I groaned at that, resting my palm on my hand.“What’s with the face?” someone asked.“She is just angry the king won’t fuck her yet,” somebody said in a teasing tone, which I just grimaced at. The last thing I wanted was that man’s attention.“You think they have already fucked?” somebody asked, which made

With those words, he stared at me as I stared at him. He moved out of the bed to stand. He began by kicking off his boots, still staring at me.What followed next was his jacket, stained with my release, and then his tunic followed, becoming a heap on the floor as well. I stared at his muscular form; then he took off his pants.I saw his—“Oh.”That’s not going to fit.I heard a small chuckle from above me, with Baldwin smiling down at me.“Don’t worry, it will,” he said before crawling back towards the bed and to me. I tried my best not to look at it up close. I couldn’t help but remember those words from the others.“I bet he has a huge cock."“Oh, Your Majesty—you’re so big—fuck.”It did nothing to quench my fear as I stared at him. It was so massive and thick.“Do you want to touch my cock?” he offered, moving closer until he was resting between my parted legs. I slowly nodded because what else could I do?He took my hand and guided it towards it. It was bigger than I imagined. My

I followed Mrs. Hargrove, the stern caretaker of Blackwood Manor, through the sprawling grounds. The estate was breathtaking — vast lawns of lush green, perfectly trimmed hedges, and the grand estate house itself rising like a monument to old money and power.We stepped inside the main building, and I had to stop myself from staring. The ceilings were impossibly high, chandeliers sparkled even in daylight, and every piece of furniture spoke of wealth far beyond anything I had ever known. As an orphan who had grown up with nothing, this place felt like a dream I had no right to enter.“…and you will be one of the maids attending to Lord Blackwood’s personal quarters,” Mrs. Hargrove continued sharply. “Are you even listening to me, girl?”“Yes, ma’am,” I answered quickly, my voice nervous.She gave me a long, pointed stare before continuing the tour. We climbed a long spiral staircase to the second floor, where the master’s private chambers were located.“You were hired because of your

“ Did you hear that?” Lord Edmund’s raspy voice cut through the silence like a whip. I froze in terror, still on my knees in the hallway, fingers buried between my legs. My heart slammed so hard against my ribs I was scared he could hear it. I didn’t hear the woman’s reply — only the heavy sound of his footsteps approaching the door. “Who’s there?” he demanded as soon as he opened the door. I held my breath, too afraid to even move. My soaked fingers trembled as I slowly pulled them out of my panties. “Did you see anyone?” she asked still inside. He stood there for what felt like forever. I could practically feel his presence through the thick wooden door of where i hid. Finally, after a long pause, I heard him say “No,” before the door clicked shut again. I stayed hidden for several more minutes, chest heaving, panties completely ruined and sticking to me. Even though I was shaking with fear, I couldn’t stop the small, satisfied smile that bloomed on my face. I hadn’t had him…