All Chapters of Lustful Tales: A Collection of Passionate Oneshot Romances: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Chapter 1 (A King I Serve More Than a Master)

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

Chapter 2 ( A King I Serve More Than a Master)

Scheur povFor two days, I had barely slept.It started the morning after I delivered the medicine. A maid burst into the servants’ quarters, breathless. “His Majesty is asking for the girl who brought him the concoction last night.”Every head turned to me. My stomach plummeted.“What did you do?” Simone whispered, eyes wide.“I did nothing,” I hissed, panic rising. “I only handed him the vial and left.”But the others were already nodding, convinced I had offended him somehow. “You’d better go. You don’t want to keep the king waiting.”My hands shook as I smoothed my simple dress and hurried toward the throne room. When I knocked and entered, King Baldwin sat upon his throne like a predator at rest. His green eyes tracked me the entire way to the center of the room.“Pour me wine,” he commanded.The low timbre of his voice sent an unwelcome shiver down my spine — part fear, part something far more pleasing. I approached the side table, lifted the heavy pitcher, and filled the goblet

Chapter 3(A King I Serve More Than a Master)

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

Chapter 4 (A King I Serve More Than a Master)

He continued kissing me till I was out of breath. I just couldn’t contain myself; my lips moved in sync with his, never breaking apart. My chest rose and fell rapidly, but I still didn’t pull away.Then he removed his lips from mine just to give us a moment to catch our breaths, but then replaced them on my neck. I felt his teeth nip at a piece of flesh, a sharp sting making me gasp, blood gushing out before he replaced it with his tongue, lapping it up. I threw my head back at the pleasure; I couldn’t do anything but take it.My fingers curled into the sheets beneath me.He moved away from my neck. “You smell so good, my dear,” he said with a growl as he inched closer downwards.His movement halted at the knot of my blouse. He moved to untie it, and I held his arm, stopping him in place. My hand trembled slightly against his skin.“Are you scared, little lamb?” he asked, staring at my hand and then at my face, covered in a red hue.“No,” I replied, biting my lip. “It’s just that… I h

Chapter 5 (A King I Serve More Than a Master)

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

Chapter 6 (A King I Serve More Than a Master)

I lay boneless and trembling against the silk sheets, every muscle weak, my body still pulsing with the fading waves of pleasure. Baldwin stayed buried deep inside me for a long moment, his powerful chest pressed to my back as we both struggled to catch our breath.Slowly, carefully, he eased out of me. A soft, broken whimper escaped my lips at the sudden emptiness and the deep, delicious ache that followed. I felt strangely hollow without him.His strong arms immediately wrapped around me from behind, pulling my back flush against his warm chest. For several seconds, the only sound in the grand chamber was our ragged breathing slowly steadying.“Are you alright, little one?” he murmured, his voice rough yet surprisingly gentle. His large hand cupped my cheek, turning my face toward him.I could barely meet his eyes. A confusing storm of shame, pleasure, and disbelief swirled inside me. “Just… tired,” I whispered, my voice small and shaky.He hummed softly and pressed a tender kiss to

A Play of Master and Servant (Chapter 1)

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

A Play of Master and Servant (Chapter 2)

After that night, shame became my constant companion.I could barely look at myself in the small mirror in my room without feeling disgusted. What kind of perverted girl sneaks around listening to her master fuck another woman? The question haunted me every waking hour. I tried to hide in my quarters as much as possible, terrified that someone would see the truth written all over my face.But I couldn’t avoid my duties forever. I wasn’t being paid to sit on my ass all day.Still, my curiosity — my need — refused to die. A few nights later, I found myself creeping back toward Lord Blackwood’s chambers like a thief in the night. My heart hammered wildly as I pressed myself against the wall beside his door, careful not to make a sound.The noises that greeted me were even more intense than the first time.Low, guttural groans mixed with a woman’s breathy whimpers. The rhythmic slap of skin against skin echoed through the heavy wood. I squeezed my thighs together, already feeling myself

A Play of Master and Servant (Chapter 3)

“ 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…

A Play of Master and Servant (Chapter 4)

After that day, Lord Blackwood didn’t come home early again. It felt like a small mercy,one that saved me from completely disgracing myself in front of him. Even so, the urges didn’t disappear. They only grew worse. Every night I fought with myself. I told myself I was done sneaking around like a pathetic pervert. I had a good job, a roof over my head, and food in my belly. I couldn’t risk everything just because I was shamelessly getting off on my master’s private life. But no matter how hard I tried to resist, the pull was too strong. “Hey Annie, are you not going to clean His Lordship’s bedroom today?” Clara asked, pulling me out of my thoughts. I was kneeling in the garden, pulling weeds under the harsh afternoon sun. I wiped sweat from my forehead and looked up at her. “Maybe later,” I said. “Let me finish with the garden first.” “Sure, but make sure you’re done before he gets back,” she replied before heading off to her own tasks. I worked slower than usual, draggi

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