XERXES The last servant hurries past us and the door slams shut again. Shows that we are alone. And with that, my mask, which I always wear, falls. The one that portrays me as a well-to-do man. Now I just want to pursue my urges. So I take a quick step towards the kitchen island. But don't let go of the kitchen maid. She stumbles after me and gasps softly. I do not care. With a flick of my arm I rip all the stuff off the countertop. A loud bang fills the kitchen as a pot hits the floor. Something seems to break. But I don't pay any attention to that either. Instead, I grab her by the neck and press her down onto the counter. Another gasp followed by the rustling of the dress as she pulls it up, exposing her ass. As always, she's not wearing any underwear, so I have a direct view of the bare skin. But even this sight has lost its appeal. I tilt my head slightly and look at the skin that looks so soft. She has a little more on the hips and so the butt is shapely. The fact that only a few dents adorn it is probably due to her youth. But it's not the bumps that bother me, but the even complexion. The welts are missing. The blood, or at least a few times. None of that can be seen here. Nevertheless, I open my pants and my hardness jumps out immediately. The erection does not come from the kitchen maid, but from Kalota's pictures. I saved these. Even the lovely screams of hers ring out in my head. Every night I hear Kalota whimpering. How she can't decide between cries of pain and moans. I didn't think it possible but Kalota has awakened an insatiable hunger. One that brings a smile to my face even now. Without thinking, I slap the bottom exposed in front of me. The loud clapping that follows is music to my ears. The kitchen maid squeaks, but the loud giggles. "Your Majesty," she whines, trying to sound seductive. But the opposite occurs and I roll my eyes. It doesn't sound real. The emotion in it is fake. She tries to charm me, but it doesn't work foolish. It may be that a lot of men are fooled by this. But not me. I know raw emotion. Knows what a woman can sound like. Kalota showed me that. Yes, I learned that from her too. And since my lust is limited, that this stupid little girl robs me of the last bit of lust, I quickly grab an apple and hold it in front of her mouth. "Take a bite." There's boredom even in my voice. Actually, I should be going. This is a waste of time. But I have to relieve pressure or I'll really make the general my personal slave can bring absolute incandescence. The kitchen maid hesitates and I make an annoyed noise. "I told you to bite it," I hiss, not even waiting, grabbing her jaw roughly. She whimpers softly as I force my fingers between her teeth, but she finally seems to realize what I'm doing Willingly she opens her mouth and bites into the apple. "Good." I pat her on the head. Just like I always do with my dog. Although my dogs probably get more love than they do. "And now keep the apple in your mouth the whole time." She nods slightly and I give a satisfied grunt. Actually, I would have liked to stuff her mouth with some cloth, but the cloths are hanging too far away. So it has to be like this. And now that I finally don't have to be afraid of hearing that annoying voice anymore, I look down again. My erection lies in front of her ass and graze with my glans through her labia. A muffled moan comes from her, but that's okay. That's a tone I can negate. But she is still too dry. So I collect some saliva and wet my fingers. I have no interest in her having fun. So I only moisten the entrance. Don't even notice the delicate pearl. And while I withdraw my fingers, I put the glans on. She flinches and tries to push herself off the kitchen counter, but before she can get up an inch, I grab her neck and push her back onto the marble. "To lie down." I lean forward slightly and my tip squeezes into her. A cozy warmth welcomes me and with it my last self-control is gone. I thrust. Rough. It's not wet enough yet and my spit won't change that. The resistance is a bit too strong, so I grimace slightly. The kitchen help also makes a sharp sound and flinches. But she will survive. Tomorrow she will press her breasts against me again and look at me with wide, innocent eyes. Just like she always did. So I start moving my pelvis. Just a little slower. I'm waiting for that lovely moisture to come and in fact it doesn't even take long for it to form. At least to the extent that is enough for me. And then I push harder. But continue to fix her with my hand at the nape of her neck. She shouldn't move. Right now she should just be a woman who is available to me. No longer. I don't care what she thinks. I don't care if she's in pain. I am the king and she should be lucky that I use her for my urges. And this is her. She even told me. But that too will change. I want Kalota here. In my castle She should be the woman who spreads her legs for me. And every damn day. I don't want to wait three more days until I feel her again. I want access to her every second. Magda will have to live with it too. It's going to be a long road. I'm aware of that myself, but I'm ready to go this one. With more and more strength I let my hardness slide into her. The loud slap of my pelvis on her butt sounds and with each time, her butt wobbles devoutly. She cramps easily because her hips are pushed against the edge of the plate with each impact. Actually, this thought should fire me. I should feel a tug in my balls or a twitch in my hardness. But I don't like that. Rather, I seem to be losing arousal. It's the wrong woman lying here in front of me. The wrong butt. The wrong hole I'm entering. I make a strained sound and try to make the friction on my member even stronger. The inner walls of her are massaging me, but it's not enough. I'm actually noticing that I'm getting flabby. where she's mine With body and soul. Then she will look at me with shining eyes and hand me the whip. Enjoy the pain and beg me to allow her access to my world. "Your Majesty, are you all right?" The kitchen maid looks at me with wide eyes. She's clearly intimidated. Of course. Today is the first time I haven't come. Between all the food, pots and shards. A cut is on her forearm and blood is spurting out. Running down her skin and dripping onto the floor. She looks almost lost. But that doesn't stop me from pulling my pants back up. "You're just not enough for me anymore." I shrug and for a moment I think she accepts it. She falters and her mouth opens slightly. She probably didn't expect that answer. But instead of me with the feelings to argue with her, I turn away from her. I have to go. "Wait..." she calls, and what she says just oozes with desperation. I am disgusted at how weak this woman is. "I...I can do better. I promise..." She doesn't get any further, so I whirl around to face her. "I went limp while having sex with you." I laugh hard and can't explain it, but actually I find the situation amusing. A different kind of satisfaction. You're just not attractive to me anymore." I put all disgust on my face and can almost hear her little bubble of dreams bursting. Yes, she wanted to take the place that Kalota has now got hold of. She wanted to be my lover. Foolish woman. She puts her hand in front of her mouth. Probably to hide how much what you said hurts her. But so that I can be sure that she really understands, I take one more step towards her. "But I'm happy to hand you over to one of my guards. You're definitely good enough for them." The dislike in my voice is more than obvious and yet I manage to sound lovely. Just as it should be for someone who comes from a good family. Tears well up in her eyes and She blinks slightly. Wants to drive them away, but can't. The veil is getting thicker. I enjoy the sight more than I should. It's clear that my dark side is speaking out of me again. The one I keep suppressing. But I can't do that now. I need the power for the general. And as I turn and leave the kitchen, another sob makes it to me. One that only carries the helplessness in itself and conjures up a distorted grin on my lips.