Today was the day when Azael and his family were going to visit the Capital City.

To the Royal Palace for a meeting with the royal family.

So in the early morning, Azael was getting ready for it, wearing a luxurious dark suit that accentuated his toned frame.

Isabel was helping him, her fingers carefully adjusting his collar with practiced care.

Azael wore a sharply tailored navy suit that fit him perfectly, trimmed with fine gold embroidery along the cuffs and lapels. The blazer-length coat, structured and elegant, opened at the front to reveal a dark patterned vest beneath, fastened with neat rows of golden buttons.

A crisp white shirt and a soft cravat framed his neck, held in place by a small golden brooch.

The inner lining of his coat flashed a deep crimson as he moved, adding a quiet contrast to the refined blue. Slim trousers and polished black shoes completed the look, giving him a composed, noble presence without excess.

She was wearing her usual maid outfit. Round glasses. And hair tied in neat bun.

"Young Master, you look really handsome," she said softly, her voice warm.

Azael smiled at her. Then he pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly against his body.

"Glad to hear it from my dearest." He leaned in and kissed her cheek tenderly.

Chu~

His lips pressed against her soft, warm cheek.

She didn’t push him away, but her cheeks turned a soft shade of pink.

Since that passionate night in the chamber, Azael had been hugging her and kissing her a lot more openly.

And she was still not used to it — her heart fluttered every single time.

His hands slid down from her waist to her plump buttocks, grabbing the full, round cheeks over her maid uniform.

"Ahh!" A soft moan escaped her lips.

"Hmm~ they are so soft and big. I really love them," he murmured, voice low and hungry.

He started to fondle them slowly, squeezing the plush flesh, his fingers sinking deep into the soft, heavy globes.

"Young Master, you should—"

His grip on her ass tightened possessively.

"Ahnn~" She bit her lower lip hard, trying to hold back her moan. Her massive breasts pressed firmly against his chest, the soft mounds squishing warmly between them.

"How many times should I tell you to call me Azael when we are alone!"

"Sorry... I am still not used to it," she whispered, breathing heavier.

"Then get used to it, or I will make you call me Master instead of Young Master."

Her flush deepened instantly. For some reason, the word "Master" felt far more naughty and exciting than "Young Master." It sent a strange, forbidden thrill through her body.

She saw the mischievous yet dominant look in his eyes.

"O-okay... A-Azael. I will call you Azael from now on."

"Good girl." He kissed her forehead tenderly while continuing to play with her two plump ass cheeks.

Both of his palms kneaded and squeezed the soft, heavy flesh over her maid uniform, enjoying how they filled his hands perfectly.

"Hm~ you need to go, Azael. You... shouldn’t be doing this right now," she said breathlessly.

"Okay. I will go. But tell me... did you talk to your husband?"

She stiffened slightly in his arms and looked into his eyes.

They were nearly the same height, though Isabel was slightly shorter than him.

"I did." She said it calm tone.

"What did he say?"

"We decided to get separated. He also said that he will be moving to another city soon."

"Okay." Azael nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent.

"So Isabel is mine now? You are my lover now? Right?"

"W-well... I guess... I am kind of now," she replied shyly.

Azael pulled his face away from her neck and looked at her with a soft, affectionate smile.

"I know it will still be hard for you... but I know... you also have feelings for me... don’t you?"

She looked away, embarrassed. "That... I don’t know yet."

Azael decided to stop asking further.

Rather with mischievous expression he said.

"Isabel. Can I ask you a request before going?"

"Sure... what is it?" She asked, tilting her head slightly.

Her clear black eyes looked enchanting through those transparent round glasses.

"Can you... can you give me a blowjob before I go?"

"What? B-b-blowjob... you mean the thing that uses my mouth to suck?!"

Heat rose rapidly to her cheeks as she stared at him with wide eyes.

"Yes, you are right. I want you to do that for me. Can you? Please?"

"But it’s so indecent!!" 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Azael looked at her with pleading puppy eyes. "Please..."

She looked deeply troubled, conflicted between shame and her growing desire for him. In the end, she couldn’t deny him.

She whispered okay in a very low, embarrassed voice.

Azael smiled happily and kissed her lips passionately. He then sat at the edge of the bed, spreading his legs wide.

She was still heavily flushed as she tried to kneel, but Azael stopped her gently.

"Sit in a squat position."

She blinked in confusion but nodded obediently. She lowered herself into a squat on her high heels, her thick thighs spread apart, making her look incredibly erotic. Her massive breasts strained heavily against the front of her maid uniform.

Looking at his beautiful, prim maid squatting so lewdly between his legs, Azael’s cock became instantly rock hard under his pants.

Isabel unzipped his pants with slightly trembling fingers. His huge, rigid shaft sprang free right in front of her face. It was hot, throbbing, and already leaking a steady stream of precum from the swollen tip.

She nervously stared at the massive cock, gulping her saliva loudly. Then, looking up at Azael through her round glasses, she said softly,

"I have never done this before..."

Azael was surprised yet extremely pleased. He said gently, "Don’t worry. I will instruct you, so do exactly as I say."

She nodded shyly.

"First, kiss my heavy sac and lick it slowly."

Isabel leaned forward. With hesitant but soft lips, she pressed gentle kisses on his heavy, full balls before slowly dragging her warm, wet tongue over the sensitive skin.

Azael let out a deep, satisfied moan, enjoying the intimate feeling of her mouth on him.

"Anhh~ Good... now move up and lick the entire shaft from bottom to top."

She obeyed. Her pink, wet tongue slipped out of her mature mouth and licked slowly from the thick base of his cock all the way up to the swollen, leaking tip. Her warm saliva coated the veiny shaft, making it glisten. Her other hand gently cupped and fondled his heavy balls.

She licked his throbbing cock several more times, her tongue carefully tracing every bulging vein.

Each licj of her tongue send tremor though his body. His shaft twitched in pleasure.

Azael groaned in deep satisfaction. "You’re doing so good, Isabel... Cover it completely with your saliva."

She even tasted his salty precum as it oozed from the tip, the flavor spreading over her tongue.

By now means it was tasty. But for some reason she didn’t hate it.

Her slow, wet licking sent powerful jolts of pleasure through his entire body. He asked her huskily,

"Now lick the tip and then suck on it slowly. Be careful with your teeth don’t let them touch the skin."

She nodded. "Yes..."