> Habituating the Help
>  by Some Leech
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> Requires the Proper Equipment
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Lounging on the terrace outside of her room, Lilith lazily cast her gaze out over the mansion’s grounds. Under normal circumstances, she’d still be sleeping - although it wasn’t quite a typical morning. Her mother, Victoria, had recently hired a new maid for their manor, since one of their two housekeepers had recently retired. Not only had Lilith been left out of the selection process, which irked her immeasurably, but Victoria had tasked her with greeting the new employee.

Stifling a yawn, Lilith sipped her tea. She had no knowledge of the new staff member, where they were from, nor what they looked like; it wasn’t all bad though. If nothing else, they would provide some amusement, even temporarily. Unfortunately, the help never tended to last terribly long, especially given two important factors.

First and foremost, Lilith and her mother, both being succubi, were notoriously long lived - as such, time seemed to pass differently for them - at least, compared to many other ponies. Secondly, and more devilishly, when Lilith did find herself entertained by somepony, she’d often toy with them ceaselessly; there was never any permanent harm, of course, although an overwhelming majority would quickly reach a breaking point and flee.

Noticing movement, Lilith peered out towards the lane leading to her home. Squinting, she studied a lone figure approaching the mansion. The subtle sway of the stranger’s hips, how they carried themselves, and the flowing magenta mane and tail either meant that the pony was a very effeminate stallion or a mare. Unseating herself, levitating her tea to a nearby table, she got to her hooves and trotted inside.

Through her room and down the hallway, Lilith proceeded towards the foyer. Though she seldom personally greeted guests, she had been given a job to do - not to mention she was dreadfully curious about their visitor. Sauntering to the entrance hall, as a meek knocking graced her ears, she approached the doorway. Taking a moment to primp her mane, she undid the lock and turned the knob.

“Yes?” Lilith asked, peeking through the barely cracked door. Outside stood a tall, svelte pony looking rather timidly back at her; she was indeed a mare, which gave her the barest hint of a smile, although she kept her face relatively stoic.

“Yes, hello? I’m Fleur, Fleur De Lis, I was supposed to start working here today,” the youthful mare responded, shuffling uncomfortably in place.

“Ah, the new help Madam Victoria mentioned. Please, do come in,” Lilith coyly stated, opening the door for the newcomer and ushering her inside.

Fleur nodded and strolled beyond the threshold, before pausing to appraise her host. The mare, a unicorn like herself, was shorter than she, with a strikingly crimson mane and tail, each having a shock of jet black coursing through them. Adorned with a quartet of ebony leggings, a choker, and obsidian colored bow, her garments sharply contrasted her snowy coat. As her eyes wandered to the pony’s face, she realized she hadn’t said a word since entering.

“I’m dreadfully sorry, is Missus Victoria in?” Fleur inquired, looking about for her would-be employer.

Lilith fought back a grin, when she heard the query. Fleur didn’t know who she was, which opened several avenues of amusement. Clearing her throat, doing her best to conceal her mirth, she looked her guest in the eye. She’d have to reveal her identity eventually, although that didn’t mean she couldn’t have fun for the time being.

“Regrettably, Mistress Victoria is out for the day. Her daughter is around here somewhere, although there’s no telling what she’s ensconced herself with. Come, I’ll give you a tour of the mansion and show you to the maid’s quarters,” she intoned, turning towards the east wing.

“Thank you, miss…?” Fleur let the question hang, hoping to catch the mare’s name.

“Lilith,” Lilith replied, leading the way out of the foyer. It was a risky gambit, considering she didn’t know if her mother had mentioned her name, yet she felt confidant that Victoria hadn’t spoken of her.

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” Fleur formally greeted, trotting along behind her host. 

Gazing at the pony’s rump, she was granted glimpses of a pair of coal black nuts between the Lilith’s thighs. While she had heard of dickmares before, she’d never seen or met one in person, but the last thing she wanted to do was make a scene about the observation. Opting to distract herself by studying the home’s interior, she decided to keep the conversation going.  “So how long have you been working for Ms. Victoria?”

“Oh, I’ve been under the old bag for longer than I care to remember, sadly,” Lilith groaned, reminded of just how much of a pill her mother could be. “Still, she’s not terrible to be around, so long as she’s not in one of her moods…”

“Moods?” the slender unicorn parroted.

“Yes, moods. On occasion, the Mistress will do unspeakable things with her staff, especially if she’s bored,” Lilith explained, snickering darkly to herself. In truth, Victoria was more congenial and far less impish than she, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t play some mind games with the newcomer.

“T...that’s dreadful! I certainly hope I don’t cross her,” Fleur murmured, caught off guard by the statement. 

She’d just finished her schooling and had taken the job for the summer. On paper, it hadn’t sounded that bad; the position afforded her living arrangements, three square meals a day, as well as a stipend, yet nopony had mentioned anything about Victoria being an unsavory employer. Trotting up to Lilith’s side, she looked over to her guide.

“You wouldn’t have any sage advice for me, would you? I’d hate to give a poor impression…” she mumbled fretfully.

Lilith slowed, as an idea began to formulate. Drawing to a halt, she thoughtfully rubbed her chin and turned to her guest. “Well, if that’s the case, you can always begin working straight away. I’m sure Victoria would praise your enthusiasm,” she noted, peering up at the taller pony.

“Right. And the best way of doing that would be…” Fleur trailed off, hoping for an answer.

“Come with me, I’ll retrieve a uniform for you and show you where to begin,” Lilith continued, wheeling around and proceeding to the servants’ quarters.

Nodding, Fleur kept pace with her fellow employee. Though she was a bit more anxious than she had been before she arrived, she was thankful that Lilith was being so helpful with everything. Having senior staff member who could show her the ropes was a boon, and she’d likely be in the unicorn’s debt for the assistance and guidance.

Strolling to the west wing, Lilith led her charge to her accommodations. Each of their staff, all four of them, were given a room for themselves. She and her mother employed a cook, groundskeeper, and two maids, of which Fleur was the newest member. Opening the door, she glanced over at the soon-to-be servant.

“I presume Victoria requested your measurements?” Lilith asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“Yes, after she told me I’d been hired, why?” Fleur countered, peeking into the room. 

Housing a bed, dresser, and a night stand, her lodging was relatively spartan, although it would suffice. All things considered, she still deemed the situation an outright win. Accounting for the cost of living in Canterlot, the meals, and the pay, she was making well above what most commonly employed ponies did with such positions.

“Get yourself changed and I’ll show you to Eve’s room,” Lilith instructed.

“Who?” Fleur asked, stopping as she stepped through the doorway.

“Victoria’s daughter. She fancies herself an artist, which often results in her abode being a bit, shall we say, neglected,” Lilith responded, laying the foundation for a devilish plan.

Content with the answer, Fleur nodded and sauntered inside. Moving to the dresser, pulling the uppermost drawer open, she found a trifecta of maid’s uniforms waiting for her; each was relatively simple, comprised of a black skirt, white apron, and ruffled cap. Levitating one set to herself, she began donning the outfit.

Lilith watched, as the lithe unicorn dressed herself. She had to admit, the uniform fit the mare perfectly and accented her coat and mane exceptionally well. Forcing herself to look away, lest she get noticeably aroused, she waited for her guest to finish. Thankfully, it only took a matter of moments before the freshly adorned pony came trotting back out with a feather duster.

“Very fitting, I must say,” Lilith commented, appraising the newly minted maid from head to hoof. “Eve’s room is upstairs, follow me,” she continued, proceeding towards the central stairway. Her bedchamber was, in fact, rather tidy, although her machinations required privacy and certain resources which weren’t readily available in any other area of the house.

Strolling back to the foyer, up the stairs, and towards Lilith’s room, the pair headed towards their destination. Fleur, despite being from a relatively well off family, was in awe of the mansion. Not only was the manor massive, but it was exquisitely decorated. She’d heard that Lady Victoria’s clan was wealthy, supposedly having ties back to the founding of the Equestrian empire, although she knew little more than that.

There were, however, rumors about the Victoria estate. Ponies often spoke about how the lineage never seemed to age, or how they were sexually ravenous, yet those were likely just gossip spurred from jealousy. As far as Fleur was concerned, Madam Victoria had been very pleasant and well spoken, so she dismissed any of the hearsay regarding her employer.

“Here we are,” Lilith chirped, reaching the door to her chamber and casting it open. “Please, after you,” she added, motioning for her guest to enter.

Creeping inside, Fleur took stock of her surroundings. The boudoir was substantially larger than her own, which was to be expected, with a colossal bed, standing wardrobe, vanity, and what appeared to be a fainting couch. Beyond the regular furniture, there was a drawing table and art supplies setting off to the corner, beside a doorway leading to a balcony.

“I’ll make the young Mistress’ bed, you go and tidy up her  work area,” Lilith instructed, trotting over to the mattress. Facing away from her guest, a smirk crept across her face. It wouldn’t be long until her plot would unfold.

Strolling over to the corner, Fleur took note of the area. Everything seemed to be in order, so there wasn’t all that much for her to do. Gently dusting the area, she straightened a sheaf of paper, hoping her employer’s daughter wouldn’t find her efforts lacking. She didn’t know many artists, but she presumed they were rather particular about the layout of their work space.

Peering over, realizing Fleur was in position, Lilith put her scheme into motion. Her horn dimly glowed, causing an inkwell on her desk to overturn. A startled gasp graced her ears, signalling that her guest had noticed the mess she’d covertly made.

“Is everything alright?” Lilith inquired, stepping away from the bed.

Silently cursing to herself, Fleur levitated the unsullied items from the desk. She wasn’t sure how the bottle had spilled, yet there was a steady stream of jet black liquid oozing across the tabletop. Placing the spared tools and paper on the floor, well away from the ink creeping over the workstation, she looked around for something, anything to clean the pigment.

“A...are there any towels or washcloths?” she blurted, wheeling around to face Lilith.

“I’m afraid not,” the short, gothic mare sighed, spying the ink staining her desk. “Honestly, I’d use your clothes to mop it up, considering the rug is far more valuable than your uniform,” she intoned, her eyes lowering to the floor.

Glancing downward, noticing the rug beneath the table, Fleur leapt into action. Hovering her apron to the desk, she wiped the tabletop. The station itself would survive unmolested, due to its glass surface, although her outfit was immediately ruined by the jet black substance. Doing her best to remove any traces of the liquid, going so far as to wipe clean the offending bottle, she breathed a sigh of relief.

“Well, that could have been much worse. Take care to be a bit more careful next time,” Lilith muttered, trotting over to her guest. Distracted as she was, her fellow unicorn didn’t notice her horn go alight.

Gazing at her stained uniform, Fleur scrunched her snout. Not only had she nearly caused a disaster and defiled her clothing, but she felt the ink seeping through to her fur. She’d made a fool of herself on her very first day and likely dyed her coat in the process. Wearily, she looked over to her fellow pony.

“I’m so, so sorry about that. I...I don’t even know what happened!” she lamented, fidgeting in place. Maybe it was due to the embarrassment of the situation, but she was starting to feel somewhat hot. To make matters worse, she had a particular ache at her groin.

“Are you feeling alright? You look rather flushed,” Lilith noted, stepping closer.

“I…” Fleur started, her discomfort steadily worsening. “No, I think I might be allergic to this ink,” she groused, looking down at her apron. It didn’t make any sense; the stuff hadn’t gotten close to her underbelly, yet something was definitely wrong.

“Oh dear. You may want to strip out of the garment, lest it get any worse,” Lilith coolly remarked, fighting the urge to openly smile.

Her gift was centered around her artistic talents. Unlike many skilled illustrators, her ability allowed her to create physical constructs out of ink; over time, she’d learned how to manipulate the stuff almost like an extension of her body, even being able to make functional limbs from the solidified liquid. Of course, many ponies would use such a skill for any number of magnanimous feats, yet Lilith preferred to employ the power for more novel purposes.

Fiddling with the outfit, Fleur swiftly disrobed. Undoing the apron, letting it fall to the floor, she began hauling the dress up her frame. As the fabric grazed her loin, a peculiar sensation caused her to shudder. Craning her head downward, peering between her forelegs, her eyes went wide. There, dangling between her thighs, was an onyx length of stallionhood.

“My, my, my, how could I have missed something like that?” Lilith calmly asked, gazing at the gift she’d adorned her newfound friend with.

“W...What is going on?” Fleur stammered, glancing between the equipment affixed to her loin and her fellow pony.

“It appears you may have gotten some of Eve’s cursed dye on yourself,” Lilith responded, nonchalantly stripping the uniform from the maid.

“I...What?” Fleur pressed, beside herself with confusion. Igniting her horn, surrounding the tool with her sorcery, she gave the offending appendage a tug. Though it didn’t budge, her efforts rewarded her with a jolt of pleasure, as her magic inadvertently stimulated the organ.

“Do be careful, you wouldn’t want to hurt yourself,” Lilith commented, discarding the soiled garments into a bin.

Sinking to her haunches, Fleur attempted to gather her thoughts. One moment, she’d been cleaning a desk - the next, she’d found herself bequeathed with a stallion’s equipment. Seated as she was, she brought one forehoof to the ripe, heavy balls beneath her shaft. Delicately probing the area, she discovered her marehood had vanished - either absorbed or concealed beneath the infernal package.

Experimentally, her forehoof traced over the weighty testes, to the sheath, and up the base of her length. The sensation was...odd, not unlike stroking her marehood. As her frog glided up to the head of the appendage, a bolt of pleasure shot through her; the damn thing was as sensitive as her clit - if not more-so. Examining its vascular, pitch colored length, she took stock of just how large it was.

“Hmmmm,” Lilith hummed, drawing Fleur’s attention. “It appears to have already cemented itself to you,” she whispered, leaning closer to the newly minted dickmare’s groin.

“Is there any way to get it off?” Fleur exasperatedly bleated.

“I’ll need to get a closer look at it, but this isn’t the first time this has happened. Come, get up and go lie down,” Lilith instructed, pleased with just how well her plan was progressing.

Getting to her hooves, keenly aware of the weight at her crotch, Fleur clumsily did as instructed. Her member swayed beneath her in the cool air, sending shivers up her spine. Stepping up, she crawled onto the bed - that was, until her junk unintentionally prodded the mattress. Reflexively, as the head of her tool pressed into the silk linens, her hips bucked.

“I said lie on the mattress, not lay the mattress,” Lilith giggled, her impassive demeanor weakening at the sight.

Scrambling onto the bed, blushing heavily, Fleur quickly eased herself down. Rolling to her side, attempting to make herself comfortable, she noticed Lilith getting closer. Having apparently dealt with the sort of situation before, the mare was astonishingly apathetic - then again, that may have been due to her being a dickmare herself.

“Let me see here,” Lilith began, climbing onto the mattress. 

Without preamble, she raised Fleur’s hind leg and brought her face forward. Closer and closer she crept, until her snout was a scant few inches from the mare’s package. Her eyelids fluttered, as she drew a deep breath through her sinuses. Despite being brand new, the equipment had a subtle musk to it. Paired with the gorgeous unicorn’s delicate perfume and natural aroma, the smell was damn near ambrosial.

Slowly, she drew nearer still, inspecting every inch of velvety flesh before her. Balancing on three hooves, she delicately massaged the mare’s balls. Ignoring Fleur’s stifled whimper, she caressed the shaft, paying careful attention to its weight and heft. While the tool was rather sizeable, it wasn’t quite as big as her own. Still, it was easily large enough to suit its purpose.

Peeking over, noting Fleur’s anxious expression, she leaned in, opened her mouth, and dragged her tongue up the underside of the mare’s length; the act caused a moan to escape the unicorn, spurring Lilith to continue. Opening her maw, waiting for the maid to make eye contact, she wrapped her lips around the bloated tip.

“I...is this really n...necessary?” Fleur sputtered, grappling with the pleasure accosting her.

As awkward as the situation was, being fellated by a pony she just met, she couldn’t deny how absolutely amazing the oral felt. Enrapt, she watched as the mare began gradually bobbing her head. The sight, while captivating, was wholly eclipsed by the warm, sinfully thrilling sensations her new anatomy afforded her. 

Disregarding the question, Lilith closed her eyes and started to loudly slurp upon the glorious marecock. Drawing it deeper, making sure to work its underside with her tongue, she eventually felt it bump against the back of her throat. Taking a breath and relaxing herself, she wormed her head forward.

Fleur openly gawked, as she watched her length disappear into Lilith’s gullet. Unlike the mare’s mouth, her throat was far more snug and inviting. Biting her lip, staving off some intrinsic temptation to thrust into her new friend’s muzzle, she writhed helplessly. Even if she could have formed the words to protest, a part of her pined for the service to continue.

Breathing on the backstrokes, taking care to fondle the succulent nuts beneath her chin, Lilith all but choked herself on the prodigious member. Swabbing her throat with the vascular appendage, letting loose the occasional gag or muffled hum, she skillfully worked the cock in her muzzle. While she would have preferred to have her face brutally fucked, it was Fleur’s first time getting a blow job, so she wasn’t upset. Her lips mopped the saliva and pre-cum from the unicorn’s shaft, until her movements slowed.

As much as she would have enjoyed feeling the mare flare in her esophagus, there was a much better use for such an exquisite dick. Peeking upward, observing Fleur’s heavy breathing and mortified expression, she decided it was time to proceed to the next step. Reluctantly, she pulled her head back, freed the meaty prick from her snout, and daintily cleared her throat.

After giving herself a moment to appreciate the fully turgid and slickened tool’s appearance, Lilith gave Fleur’s crown a kiss. “If I’m not mistaken, you’ll have to expend the magic which was used to craft your gift,” she sighed, looking up to her friend.

“How in Equestria will I…” the question died in Fleur’s throat, as Lilith began stroking the base of her dick; it all became painfully obvious how she was expected to dissipate the sorcery which had cursed her. “S...so you expect me to...to reach a climax somehow?”

Cocking an eyebrow, Lilith recoiled slightly. Pushing herself up, she loomed over the mare and turned away. “Of course not,” she purred, lowering her chest to the mattress, “I expect you to rut me with it…”

“I...I couldn’t possibly do something so uncouth on Madam Eve’s bed!” Fleur objected, yet her eyes never wavered from the plump tush facing her. Her length throbbed, as if having a mind of its own, while she peered at the shorter unicorn’s pillowy rear.

“Come now, it’s not that difficult. Surely you’re seen stallions mount mares in the past,” Lilith insisted, splaying her hind legs and swinging her tail to the side. It was, for all intents and purposes, an open invitation; only a fool would turn down an offer of that caliber.

Gulping, Fleur’s gaze wandered to the pronounced black pucker between Lilith’s cheeks. Unbeknownst to her, her new biology had been flooding her system with hormones since it had affixed itself to her frame. If the oral had felt that good, how would sinking herself into a somepony’s juicy, tight, hot…

Languidly, she got to her hooves and stood. Stepping closer, warring with the notion of seizing the moment, her tool loudly slapped against her underbelly. It wasn’t that she wasn’t inclined to bury her length into Lilith, yet she didn’t want to get in trouble. The confusion of everything, her arousal, and the nagging urge to sate herself left her mind in a maelstrom.

“In case you were wondering, my ass feels much better than my throat…” Lilith cooed, pouring fuel on the fire. Tauntingly waggling her rump, she waited for the inevitable. As a sudden weight came crashing down upon her hips, she couldn’t help but smile.

Locking her forelegs around Lilith’s waist, Fleur caved to her impulses. In spite of telling herself it was to be rid of the accursed equipment, she knew better; the oral she’d received had nearly pushed her to the brink, leaving her pining for release. Blindly thrusting forward, causing the tip of her spear to glance off the smaller pony’s left cheek, she snorted in frustration.

Angling her rear, attempting to give Fleur some assistance, Lilith adjusted herself. Over and over, the slick head ricocheted off her behind, until it finally landed home. Nestling into the cleft of her ass, she felt it kiss her pucker. Rocking back, the battering ram-like crown drove its way into her. Both ponies froze, each delighting in sensations all their own.

“See,” Lilith chuckled, clamping her hole and gyrating her hips, “I told you it was snug…”

Having the fat head of her cock locked into Lilith shattered what little resolve Fleur had left. Slowly, she started bucking her hips, pistoning her length in and out of the pony beneath her. The feeling was indescribable, as pleasant as having her marehood ravaged, although completely different. Shuffling forward, burying more of herself into her partner, she closed her eyes and submitted to her desires.

Unlike a seasoned dickmare or stallion, Fleur’s movements lacked finesse or grace, yet Lilith loved it all the same. Not only had she effectively gained a new plaything, but she’d done so with less effort than she’d expected. Of course, she had future machinations for the maid, but those would have to wait.

“That’s right,” murmured, jostling under the impetus of her partner’s thrusts, “just like that.”

Faster and faster Fleur thrust into Lilith, until her pendulous balls were slapping against her mate’s testes. Yielding to her lust, she let her body go on autopilot. Even though she’d only been adorned with a stallion’s anatomy for a perilously short period of time, some part of her knew exactly what to do.

If the blowjob had been a taste of heaven, Lilith’s backside was nirvana. The way her insides contorted to her, lovingly wrapping around her member, surpassed her wildest expectations. Driving herself deeper with each plunge, she felt the mare’s innards contort and shift, embracing everything she had to offer. Slowly, as she jackhammered away, her bliss grew brighter with every passing second.

With her hind legs braced, ensuring she didn’t topple over, Lilith enjoyed every moment. There was something magical about claiming a dickmare’s first time, even if it was often short lived. While Fleur’s technique was lacking, her enthusiasm more than made up for it. Clamping her ass around the shaft plumbing her depths, she felt her hole being dragged out with every backstroke. 

“Harder,” Lilith growled, sensing the thick medial ring bumping against her entrance. Her cock, swaying wildly below her, slung pre-cum to the sheets. Flexing her equipment, forcing it to grind against her belly, she gnawed on the pillow beneath her.

Fleur scarcely heard the request, so enwrapt was she with the carnal joy overtaking her. What had happened, where they were, what they were doing, none of if mattered; the only important thing was that she didn’t stop. With one titanic plunge, slamming her waist against the mare’s backside, she sunk every inch of herself into Lilith.

“Yes,” Lilith groaned, lying her head to the side, “fuck my ass until you pump every drop of glorious foal batter from those fat nuts of yours!” The time for subtlety was at an end, so her demure facade withered with her encroaching climax. 

Now fully sheathed within Lilith’s confines, Fleur fucked away with reckless abandon. Both the speed and force of her thrusts nearly doubled. Overcome with rut-lust, she plowed the mare like a field in spring, determined to plant her seed deep within her mate. Draping herself over her partner, she bit down on the gothic pony’s neck.

Lilith’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, as she was dominated. Under normal circumstances, she’d chastise somepony for daring to bite her mid-coitus, yet in that moment it sparked some primal craving. It was almost like she was being punished for her trickery, as if Fleur knew everything was her doing; valid or not, the thought pushed her closer to the edge.

The ecstasy welling within Fleur was unstoppable, reaching a point of no return. Her hips were a blur, as her nuts pulled up to her groin, readying themselves for sweet release. She failed to notice the resistance of her movements, as well as the intense pulsations of her tool, while she flared deep inside of Lilith; then, like a bolt from the blue, it happened.

A nova of raw, unrefined pleasure detonated within Fleur, as she came. Screaming out, devastated by pleasure, she unloaded into Lilith. Great gouts of spunk went surging through her shaft, seeping through her length, before being erupted into her mate’s innards. The moment was an epoch, threatening to shatter her sanity. 

As the pressure and heat of Fleur’s foal batter gushed into her, Lilith was tipped over the edge. Pushing herself back, hellbent on getting every last bit of the precious jizz as deeply as possible, she spewed her load onto the mattress. Lost in the moment, giving in to her rapture, she lost her composure.

“Yes! Breed me, Mommy!” she howled, her latent depraved proclivities creeping to the fore.

Grunting furiously, Fleur rode out her climax, until she virtually collapsed on her partner’s back. Streaked in sweat, with her thoughts clouded by strange and captivating thoughts of breeding, she heaved air into her chest. Her mind grappled with the fact that stallions and dickmares could experience rapture on this level, while she fought to recuperate.

With her abdomen slightly distended, under the weight of such an impressive load of cream, Lilith’s legs gave out. Flopping onto the bed, with Fleur bearing down on her, she sighed contentedly. Sensing her partner begin to shift, she clamped her ass around the softening member entombed within.

“No, just stay there for a bit,” she croaked, glancing over her shoulder.

The vice-like grip on her junk was a sobering reminder that Fleur’s equipment was still attached. Whatever magic had placed it on her hadn’t dissipated - that, or something had gone wrong with Lilith’s remedy. Awash in the afterglow, she wasn’t overly concerned, yet…

“I...it’s still there,” she wheezed, flexing her pelvic muscles.

“I’ll take it off later, once you’ve sauntered around with it for a week or so; I’d like you to get a taste for it, as one of your employers,” Lilith replied, savoring the internal pressure of so much cum.

“Y...you did this?” Fleur groaned, caught off guard by the admission. Steadily, the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place.

“Yes. There is no ‘Eve’. I am Madam Victoria’s daughter, it was my ink which blessed you with such a magnificent dick, and the room in which we lie is mine,” Lilith smugly admitted. 

Truth be told, there was no reason to continue the charade, and Victoria would likely tell Fleur eventually anyway; besides, her strategy had worked flawlessly. The new maid had been properly equipped for the job, gotten a taste of the indulgent delights of being a dickmare, and she’d gotten an adequate rutting. All in all, it was a resounding success.

“B...but what about the other staff and the Madam?” Fleur pressed, her apprehension threatening to shake her from her reverie. It was a half-hearted protest, considering that Lilith was a dickmare herself, so there was no way the household would dare mock her appearance or fresh new limb.

“I assure you, if anything, you’ll gain a sympathetic ear from them. If after a week, you want me to be rid of the thing, I’ll remove it,” Lilith relented, attempting to assuage the maid’s fears. Craning her head to the size, she flashed a cheeky grin at Fleur. “Just don’t blame me if you want to keep it…”

Fleur swallowed hard. She had to admit, in all her years, she’d never had a sexual encounter so mindbogglingly profound. Choosing not to answer, she simply gave a curt nod. Consoled that her condition was temporary, she didn’t have much to fear. If nothing else, she still had her job, lodging, and apparently the Mistress’ favor. Unfortunately, however, she was blissfully unaware of the schemes Lilith was planning for her…