Julian’s fingers tightened slightly in her hair, but he didn’t force her. He let her set the pace for now, observing every movement.

Sera grew bolder. She took more of him into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she bobbed her head slowly.

Wet, lewd sounds of sucking and occasional gagging filled the room as she tried to take him deeper.

"Gluck... mmmph... slurp..."

She looked up at him through watery lashes, her eyes pleading for approval even as she struggled to handle his size.

Julian’s voice was low and calm.

"Good girl. Keep going. Show me how much you want to serve me."

Sera’s heart fluttered at the praise.

Earning even a single word of approval from this man felt like an immense achievement. Though she knew she was whoring herself to please him for the sake of her mission, a strange and uncomfortable sense of pride still bloomed within her chest.

The fact that she could draw a reaction from someone as cold and powerful as Lord Kraven filled her with a quiet, conflicted satisfaction that she could not easily dismiss.

She pushed herself further.

Relaxing her throat as much as she could, Sera took him deeper despite the tears forming in her eyes. Her lips stretched wide around his thick girth as she bobbed her head with determined focus.

The front of her uniform was still damp and clinging to her skin from the earlier soup, making her nipples visibly hard against the fabric.

She was giving her best.

And she could see that it was having an effect.

Julian’s fingers had tightened in her hair, gripping harder than before. His hips were starting to move on their own with shallow, instinctive thrusts that pushed his cock deeper into her mouth with each bob of her head.

It was at that moment that Sera suddenly pulled away.

pop...

A wet, obscene pop sounded as his cock slipped from her lips, glistening with her saliva and a thick string of spit that connected her lower lip to the head.

She could almost hear a low groan of disappointment rumble from deep in his throat.

"Is it... to your liking, my lord?" she asked breathlessly, her voice hoarse from the effort.

Her hands never stopped moving. She kept stroking his cock with both hands, never letting him settle down from the sensation.

Julian’s breath was ragged and torn.

"Yes..." he answered, his voice rough. "Sera... you are so good."

The praise sent another flutter through her chest. She bit her lower lip, a mix of pride and embarrassment flashing across her face.

Encouraged, she leaned forward again and pressed soft, wet kisses along the underside of his shaft while continuing to stroke him with both hands. Her tongue occasionally darted out to lick the sensitive vein running up the length of his cock.

"Mmm... I’m glad, my lord," she whispered between kisses, her voice sweet and submissive. "I want to make you feel even better..."

With that, Sera changed her approach.

She pulled back slightly and her hands moved up to cup her own breasts. Without breaking eye contact with Julian, she slowly pulled the front of her already damp maid uniform down, freeing her full breasts from their confines.

They bounced gently as they were released. Decently sized, round, and surprisingly mature for a girl in her mid-twenties. The soft, pale flesh was flushed pink from arousal and the earlier soup. Her nipples were stiff and dark, standing out prominently against the smooth curves.

Julian’s gaze lingered on them. He couldn’t help but wonder how a seemingly young maid like Sera had such full, womanly breasts.

She noticed his stare and a small, shy but determined smile touched her swollen lips.

She then leaned forward and pressed her bare breasts against his hard cock. The warm, soft flesh enveloped him as she slowly caressed his length with them, smearing the mixture of her saliva and the leftover soup all over his throbbing shaft.

The wetness made everything slick and slippery, allowing her breasts to glide smoothly up and down his cock.

"Do you like this, my lord?" she asked seductively, her voice low and breathy as she continued the slow, teasing titfuck.

Julian didn’t reply with words.

He simply gave in to the sensation, leaning his head back against the pillows with a low, satisfied hum. The feeling was exquisite.

Sera’s eyes sparkled with a mix of nervousness and growing confidence. She kept the pace slow and deliberate, squeezing her breasts tighter around his cock as she moved them up and down.

After a few moments, she looked up at him through her lashes and asked softly,

"Do you like breasts, my lord?"

Julian’s eyes opened slightly, a faint smirk on his lips.

"I do," he admitted, his voice rough with arousal. "Especially when they’re this soft and eager to please."

Sera’s cheeks flushed deeper at the praise. She bit her lower lip and continued working her breasts around him, occasionally leaning down to lick the head of his cock when it emerged from between her cleavage.

She was clearly trying to build up to something.

After a few more slow, slippery strokes with her breasts, Sera spoke again, her voice soft and genuinely curious,

"My lord... can I ask you something?"

Julian’s fingers remained tangled in her hair, but he didn’t stop her.

"Go ahead."

Sera licked her lips.

"Do you... prefer bigger breasts? Or do you like them more when they’re... perky and firm?"

She asked the question with a shy, almost innocent tone, as if she was simply trying to learn his preferences to serve him better. But Julian could see the careful calculation behind her eyes.

He let out a low chuckle.

"I like them soft," he answered honestly. "Heavy. The kind that overflow in your hands when you squeeze them. The kind that move when the woman walks... or breathes."

Sera’s breath hitched slightly at his blunt description. She nodded slowly, still sliding her breasts up and down his cock diligently.

"I see..." she murmured. "Then... do you like when they’re sensitive? When just touching them makes the woman shiver?"

Julian’s eyes darkened with amusement.

"Yes. Very much."