As the maid sat in her room, a servant came and informed her that Azurel and Ilyas were calling for her. Her breath hitched, and she trembled as she realized her plan had been exposed.
"You think you can fool us, both of us?" Azurel's voice was stern.
She cried, "I had no choice," looking down in shame.
Both brothers looked at her, their eyes taking in her every movement. They made her sit between them, and she hesitated.
Suddenly, Azurel, who was on her right, started kissing her neck and gently fondling her breasts, while Ilyas, on her left, explored her with equal intent.
"Stop," she whispered, but her voice lacked conviction.
They continued, their hands moving up her thighs, exploring her. She moaned, finding herself unexpectedly enjoying their touch.
"It's not so bad after all," she thought.
They both touched her intimately, and she quickly climaxed. They tasted her essence from their fingers, making her blush deeply in embarrassment.
Then, they let her go, leaving her with a whirlwind of emotions.
*****
The morning sun filtered through the heavy curtains of the palace, casting a warm glow across the maid's modest quarters. Her heart raced as she prepared herself for the day ahead, her mind replaying the events of the previous evening. Gone was the hesitation that had once plagued her; today, she was resolute.
She moved with purpose through the grand halls, her footsteps echoing softly against the marble floors. When she reached Azurel's chambers, she took a deep breath before knocking lightly and entering. Azurel stood by the window, his back to her, gazing out at the sprawling gardens below.
"Good morning, Master Azurel," she greeted, her voice steady yet respectful.
Azurel turned, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Good morning. Thank you for your diligence."
She nodded, stepping forward to assist him. Carefully, she dried the lingering droplets from his recent bath, her hands gentle yet thorough. The intimacy of the task did not escape her, but she embraced it fully. When she finished, she helped him into his clothes, her fingers deftly fastening buttons and smoothing fabric.
Once Azurel was dressed, she knelt before him, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of submission and acceptance. "How else may I serve you today, Master?"
Azurel's gaze softened, and he reached down, gently lifting her chin. "You have already done more than enough. But if you wish to continue..."
She nodded, understanding his unspoken request. Leaning forward, she began to pleasure him, her movements slow and deliberate. Azurel's soft groans of pleasure filled the room, a testament to her growing skill and confidence.
Later, she found herself in Ilyas' chambers. The room was bathed in the golden light of late afternoon, creating a serene and almost sacred atmosphere. Ilyas sat at his desk, a scroll unfurled before him. He looked up as she entered, his eyes lighting up with warmth and welcome.
"Ah," Ilyas greeted, his voice a soothing balm. "Come, sit with me."
She crossed the room and perched herself on his lap, her body fitting perfectly against his. As he resumed reading the scroll, she began to move, grinding against him in a slow, rhythmic motion. The sensations were intoxicating, and both of them soon found themselves lost in the moment.
Ilyas' hands settled on her hips, guiding her movements as their breaths quickened. "You belong to us, now and always," he murmured against her ear.
Her heart swelled at his words, and she leaned back against his chest, allowing herself to fully embrace the pleasure of the moment. She had finally accepted her place with Azurel and Ilyas.
*****
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