Danmachi: The little King of Nothing

Regulus is writing, making notes and reports to be submitted to accordance with the leading senior maid, supervised by mistress Circe.

The catch is that while he is doing so, two maids are kneeling underneath his desk, licking his balls, with double devastation due to the fact that they are twins. Their identical appearance somehow making the pleasure multiply.

Not only that that, Circe is also wearing raunchy clothes. Saying sexy words in between her lessons.

Despite this, he is able to focus on the lesson. Though his dick is still rock hard due to the twins' ministrations

He holds firm, pen in hand moving steadily. All the while the sisters whispers words of praise and adoration to his nutsack. 

"Ah, how wonderful!"

"You scent stirs my womb master."

"Come out, let me swallow your essence."

One licks the shaft, the other kiss his balls. They alternate, each giving generous affections towards his manhood.

Their hands were not idle though, delicate fingers that to the unaware, seemed like it never held anything heavier than two kilos moved sensually. Massaging, tickling and caressing Regulus' inner thighs through his pants.

At this point, he can no longer hold back, and ended up cumming on their faces. Thick, viscuous seed sprays their faces, its smell strong. Overwhelming the sisters' nostrils. 

Regulus' hand ceased its movement, which prompted a slap on the wrist from Circe.

"Ouch- hey!"

"Sister, it appears that our master has already tapped out."

"Don't worry Remia, there is no way that our Little King is tired from a single load."

She grabs Regulus' dick as she spoke, stroking it up and down. It grew back into full mast in no time.

"Wait, Ramia. I want you and Remia to lick each others faces clean before you continue."

Remia's eyes widened at the suggestion, but was not the least bit reluctant. In fact, she seemed eager.

"Yes mistress, anything for our master."

Remia's hand was already cupping Ramia's cheek, bringing her face close. She slowly drags her tongue across her cheek, lapping up every single drop of cum.

"It's a bit salty, but the aftertaste is rather nice."

"Is it really Remia? Then, allow me to taste it myself."

Ramia mimicked her twin's action, using her tongue to wipe away the remaining spunk.

"Oh yes, I quite enjoy this. I must try it again, later."

They continued licking and sucking, until Circe finally decided that they had enough.

"Well then, since our master has yet to finish his report, and I don't feel like repeating myself."

"Mistress Circe, I actually finished." Regulus interrupted.

"Oh, really now?"

She raised an eyebrow.

"I'm sorry to say, but I do not believe you."

"But I really did finish."

"Show me, then. Your report, hand it over."

"Okay, here it is."

Regulus handed her a piece of paper. It was blank. Circe sighed.

"You are truly incorrigible, my Little King."

Regulus chuckled.

"Well, it is true. I have finished my report. So, please, allow me a break."

"Fine. But we will continue this later."

Regulus nodded.

"Of course, Mistress."

"Now then, Remia, Ramia, get out from under the table."

"Yes mistress."

"I want a reward Circe." He emphasized her name, the prefix mistress noticably absent.

Circe smirked.

"Oh, you'll have a reward, alright."

"You're gonna suck me off, right?"

"Nope."

"What?"

"You didn't finish your report, did you? You have to do that before you get a reward."

Regulus groaned.

"But, I did finish!"

"Yes, you did. But, you didn't give me the correct report."

Regulus rolled his eyes.

"Fine, fine. I'll make the right one."

"Good. Now, while you're doing that, I'm going to prepare a little something for you."

"Something?"

"Yes, a little something."

Regulus shrugged. "Okay, whatever."

Ramia caressed his manhood as Circe left, the lessons done for the day.

"Sister, our master is truly a perverted, masochistic individual."

"Yes, yes he is."

"But, he is quite adorable, wouldn't you say?"

"Of course."

"Then, shall we give him a little reward, sister?"

"Yes, let us do so."

Ramia nodded.

"Indeed."

"You two, prepare your asses to me later tonight. You need correction." Regulus spoke, as he wrote a report with one hand, the other fondling Remia's butt.

"Of course, Master."

"We'll be waiting for you, Master."

With that, Regulus got to work, finishing his report in no time at all.

He went to Circe's office as the sun was setting.

"My Little King, have you finished?"

"Yes Mistress, I have."

"Excellent." Circe smiled.

"I shall take a look."

"Please, by all means."

"Hm, yes. Very good."

"Thank you, Mistress."

"However, this is still incomplete."

"What?"

"The last part. You didn't finish the last part."

Regulus groaned, "Can you please guide through this mistress?"

Circe chuckled. "Of course."

"Here, allow me."

"Ahh, so that's how it is."

"Indeed. Now, finish the rest, and we can rest for the day."

"Yes, Mistress."

Regulus continued his writing, his pen moving swiftly. Circe watched him, a smile playing on her lips. Regulus notice her faint smile, perplexed, asks if she is happy with him.

"Of course I am, Little King. You are performing admirably."

"Thank you, Mistress."

"When we are alone, call me Circe, understand?"

"Yes, Circe."

"Good. But don't go undermining my authority by calling me that in front of others like earlier okay?"

She patted him on the head, before turning and leaving. Regulus sighed, before continuing his work.

"Am I being easy?" He wonders to himself.

"No, no, no. Stop it, stop thinking about her."

"I can't. She's too pretty." He groans, shaking his head.

"Damn, she's really getting to me."

Circe walks the halls, heading to her room, the passing maids greets her. Only to gossip about her afterward, commenting on her good mood.

"Am I being too easy?" She whispers. 

"No, get yourself together Circe! He has yet to prove himself." She convince herself.

"But.... Trusting him surely isn't a mistake"

She shakes her head, clearing her thoughts.

"No, no, no. Stop it, stop thinking about him."

"I can't. He's too cute."

She groans, her mind going back to their interaction earlier.

"Damn, he's really getting to me."

Later that night, as the moon shone brightly, a certain pair of twins were found in their room, their bodies bare.