"You've always turned me on, Aunty," Kael said—direct, bold, not caring what her response would be.
Ellie's breath caught in her throat. Her eyes widened, the flush on her cheeks deepening. "But… why?" she asked, almost in a whisper. "I'm just an old woman. A lowly maid. I don't understand."
Kael smiled, his eyes roaming over her as if undressing her nightgown with every glance.
"You're not just an old woman, Aunty," he said. "You're irresistible. Those soft, juicy lips—begging to be bitten. That smooth skin… I'd give anything just to run my hands over it. And those tits…"
He paused, his gaze shamelessly falling to her chest.
"I want to bury my face there. Get lost in them. Your waist… that ass—I almost lost it watching you bend over in the garden."
Ellie's heart thudded so loudly she was sure he could hear it. Her knuckles whitened as she tried to anchor herself against the lewdness of his words.
No one—not in all her years of service—had ever spoken to her like this.
"Young master…" she stammered, her voice trembling as she took a step back. "You shouldn't say such things. I'm… I'm not like that. I'm not…"
She trailed off, her eyes flickering to the floor, unable to meet his gaze.
"Come closer," Kael murmured, his voice thick as his hand slid down to the bulge in his pants. He rubbed himself slowly, his cock already hard and straining his trousers.
Ellie froze, her eyes flicking back up—only to lock on his bulge that was unmistakable. She should've looked away.
But she didn't.
Her cheeks flushed a deeper red, the heat creeping down her neck and blooming between her thighs. Still, her gaze stayed locked, pulled by the shameless act in front of her.
Kael's lips curled into a knowing smirk. "That's it," he whispered, stroking himself through the cloth. "You can look, Aunty. I want you to."
Her hands trembled at her sides. Yet… her legs began to move.
One step. Then another. Each one slow, heavy, as if her body was dragging her forward while her mind screamed at her to stop.
She finally stopped as she reached the edge of the bed, barely able to breathe.
Kael watched her, his eyes dark, unblinking, then, slowly, he sat up. With one hand still resting over the bulge in his pants, he reached out with the other, wrapping his hand around hers.
She flinched, but didn't pull away.
"Don't be scared," Kael whispered, his voice a smooth. "I just want you to feel how much I've wanted you."
And then—gently—he guided her trembling hand down, sliding it over the soft cotton of his pants… until it rested right over his cock.
"Mmmhh…" Ellie gasped, her fingers twitching as they made contact.
So hot. So hard. Her lips parted again, and another gasp slipped out as he pressed her hand more firmly.
Kael's eyes fluttered closed, a deep hum escaping his lips as he felt her touch. "You feel that, Aunty?" he murmured, leaning in. "That's all for you."
Ellie couldn't move. Couldn't think. Her fingers remained where he placed them, feeling him twitching beneath her touch.
Her legs wobbled, a faint moan escaping her before she could catch it. Her chest rose and fell quickly, the fabric of her nightgown clinging to her skin with every rapid breath.
Kael's voice dropped lower. "Don't be shy. Stroke it, Aunty. Just like you'd stroke something you've missed for far too long."
Ellie swallowed hard, the sudden dryness in her throat surprising her. Slowly, almost with a faint moan, her hand closed around Kael's hard, throbbing length.
His eyes darkened, heavy with hunger, never leaving her face. "Hmm..." he murmured, thoroughly please by her touch. "That's it, Aunty. Feel how hard I am... all for you."
Her hand moved slowly at first, fingertips barely grazing over the sensitive skin.
Kael's other hand slid around her waist, fingers digging in gently, pulling her closer. His touch was warm, electric—sending little shocks racing up her spine. His hand traced up her back until they found her breast, cupping it softly through the thin fabric of her nightgown.
"Ahnn...." Ellie's breath hitched, her cheeks flaming. The heat of his touch spread through her chest pooling low between her thighs.
Kael's thumb brushed her nipple through the fabric, rolling it gently in a slow, teasing motion.
"Your tits…" he breathed, voice thick with need. "They're perfect. So soft, so big... begging to be touched and tasted."
Ellie's cheeks flushed a deep red as her own hand tightened its grip, stroking Kael's length with more confidence now.
He groaned low in response, his hips shifting forward, pressing harder into her palm.
His hand then slipped lower, fingers brushing the swell of her hips until they rested on the soft curve of her ass. He squeezed firmly, pulling her even closer to him, their bodies melding in a heat that made her dizzy.
"God, Aunty," he whispered hoarsely, "your ass feels incredible. So soft, so big. I want to fuck you right here, right now—make you scream my name."
Ellie's breath hitched again, her eyes wide and shining with a mixture of shock and desire. Every word was like fire, igniting something deep inside her—a hunger she thought long dead.
She wanted to pull away, to deny it all.
But instead, she leaned closer, her fingers stroking harder. A guttural moan rumbled from Kael's throat, vibrating through his chest and into her very soul.
Ellie's pussy watered, a surge of heat flooding her core, making her legs weak. Her lips parted, voice trembling as she whispered, "Young master… I don't know if I can…"
Before she could finish, Kael planted a rough, hungry kiss to the side of her neck.
"Shh," he murmured, breath warm against her skin. "You can. And you will. Because I'm going to make you feel alive again. I'm going to fuck every doubt right out of you."