Today, the tea was exceptional.
Arthur Webb leaned back in the weathered oak chair on the manor's back deck. One leg crossed over the other, he sipped his tea, enjoying the view.
Darjeeling. His mother's preference, never really his as he preferred a sweet tea to this bitter stuff, but he'd grown to like it over the years.
As the morning sun stretched across the Webb estate, Arthur looked out over the valley below. The manor sat atop a plateau on the mountainside, and from here the view ran all the way to the border. In the distance, you could see an outpost marked in Abyssaran banners. The enemy nation, bordering Luminara.
Typically, you'd see small-scale skirmishes scattered along the valley floor. The destroyed landscape spoke to that, from the cratered earth, scorched treelines, and collapsed watchtowers. But at last, an unusual peace rang about.
He closed his eyes and took another sip.
And he channeled mana through his body, especially his chest, into a tattoo in the shape of a web of cascading lines, similar to puppet threads. As mana ran along each thread, it started to glow with a light purple hue, seemingly coming to life.
His consciousness slipped free, turning to something like smoke as it fluttered away—drifting deeper into the manor. Through the walls, down the corridors, into the depths of the manor.
Arthur's spirit settled on the second floor. The servants' quarters.
His spirit hovered near the ceiling. Formless and invisible, he looked down below to an exceptional view.
Mira was on her back.
Her dark hair fanned across the pillow in messy waves. Her maid's uniform was hiked above her waist, blouse unbuttoned, leaving her C-cup breasts bare to the warm air. White stockings ended just above her knees, framing her legs and giving them the desperate attention they deserved.
Her panties had been pushed aside, leaving a clean-shaven pussy out for all to see. And just above it, a tattoo—styled like a succubus's mark—stained her porcelain skin.
His mark.
However, instead of him claiming her forbidden garden, a more robust man had taken his place.
Edric.
One of the newer guards to be hired in the last year. His broad shoulders and honest face gave him a reliable look—something easy on the eyes for the fair maidens of the manor.
Or a valiant soldier on the wall staring at the endless horde of the Abyssarans, ready to give his life.
But that kind of man was hard-pressed to be found here. Instead, an animal consumed by lust was all to be seen.
With his rough hands wrapped around Mira's thighs and his trousers pooled around his ankles, his cock teased Mira as he rocked back and forth.
Arthur drifted around the room, getting a better look at the show.
'Seems he ain't the meek rookie of the Hounds anymore...'
As Arthur watched Edric tease Mira, he felt through his mark in Mira a bit of the pleasure she felt, feeding into a loop of his own pleasure.
"Stop teasing me, Edric. You know I can't leave the young master alone for too long before he starts wondering where I am," Mira said as she looked up at Arthur's spirit, giving a small smile before her face contorted in pleasure.
"With pleasure, ma'am."
"Aaah!" Mira moaned as Edric shoved his cock in, her breasts bouncing in rhythm.
Her lips parted, eyes half-lidded, as Edric adjusted his angle—lifting one of her legs over his shoulder. The new position drove him deeper. Her back arched off the mattress, fingers twisting in the sheets, a sound escaping her throat that was raw and real and sent a spike of phantom heat through Arthur's spirit.
"Harder," she breathed.
Edric obliged. The bed frame protested beneath them, creaking with every thrust. Sweat beaded at his temples. His jaw clenched. He was giving it everything he had—and to his credit, it wasn't nothing.
A shiver went through her body as she got closer to climax, a smile plaguing her face which only Arthur could see.
'There's my girl.'
Turning back to Edric, Mira pulled him down by the collar of his half-open shirt, pulling him into her arms. With her legs wrapped around his hips, she brushed her lips against his ear.
"Don't stop," she murmured. "Give me more."
Edric groaned in response, pressing his mouth against her neck, giving her kisses and pounding even harder.
"Agh!" Mira groaned as his cock slid in and out of her.
As the sounds of skin on skin, the rhythmic creak of the mattress, and their quickening breaths filled the room, Arthur watched it all.
The performance of Mira—one that her master requested—made sure to put on a show. Arching her back just to give Arthur a better view of her breasts. The way she let her head fall to the side so he could watch her every expression. The little sounds of pleasure she yelped. Mira put on the best shows for him.
Because that's what she'd always do for him. Since she was his.
Edric pulled back, grabbing Mira's legs and dragging her to the end of the bed. Her ass stuck out on the edge of the mattress, her pussy soaking wet. Standing now, Edric took Mira's legs and raised them into the air, pressed against his chest. And started to pound her at a different angle, letting Mira cry out in genuine pleasure.
As the two rolled in their debauchery, Arthur watched on as a pool of spiritual essence continued to build between the two of them.
Faint around Mira, a spiritual essence seemed to grow in tide as they continued to roll around each other. Especially around her mark, which at this point had started to glow slightly.
But only to the eyes of Mira and Arthur did it glow, because in the eyes of Edric all he saw was a beautiful woman whose tits and ass were plentiful and robust. Her pussy tight and wet, letting him fuck with ease.
'Can't believe the young master has such a lewd maid.' He couldn't help but think as his cock twitched, getting close.
Feeling him twitch, Mira knew he was close—and so was she.
"Aaah, Edric! Do it inside, please! I need your hot stuff in me!" she yelled in pleasure, her face in disarray.
As if a switch flipped, Edric went into overtime mode, pounding Mira harder than before, his balls slapping against her pussy with each pound.
Edric's grip tightened around her hips.
With three hard, deep strokes he buried himself deep into Mira, letting out a low guttural groan as he came inside her.
'So hot,' Arthur thought, as even in spiritual form his cock was hard, throbbing at the sight. And with the show coming to an end, Arthur knew it was time to reap what was his. Fading away, he looked toward Mira, who smiled at him knowingly.