Vapor Palace. Once referred to as a secret hot spring, it was eventually renamed for several reasons: the secrecy had long since faded, an overwhelming number of dragons gathered here eager to serve me, and the entire complex had grown so magnificent that “secret hot spring” no longer fit the bill.
Even dragons with experience visiting countless Dragon Palaces—such as Lyra and Baus—remark that this place ranks rather highly in terms of grandeur as a true palace. For dragons who don’t prioritize creation, any location where they can settle comfortably suffices; typically, dragon palaces exist more as “hidden villages” rather than elaborate structures. Opulent buildings are only constructed when summoned by dragon riders or seized under peculiar circumstances from pre-existing castles.
It feels like the name and reality are mismatched, but since other races originally coined the term “palace,” I suppose that’s just how it is. …Though technically, this one was commissioned by me. My direct instructions only called for a modest spa-like facility, yet here we are.
Well then. The palace consists of several major structures. Over ten buildings—dormitories for female slaves and guests (though only those who can ignore or cater to the naturists within), dining halls, my invention workshop, small indoor stages for entertainment, and more—are linked together under connected roofs.
I once worried that heavy winter snows might crush it, but thanks to a secret northern forest construction technique capable of withstanding up to five meters of accumulated snow without so much as a shudder, it held firm through all storms until spring. Though I don’t fully understand the technicalities behind such durability, its performance has silenced my concerns entirely.
Since completion, dragon arrivals and departures are strictly confined to the palace’s dedicated landing zones (landing on nearby snowfields once drew monstrous creatures, causing a panic). While those moments can be somewhat hectic, on other days—over one hundred mature women stroll freely in near-total nudity throughout this grand complex… Honestly, from my perspective, it remains quite simply the ultimate realm.
Female slaves, dragons, girls from the Cat Colony, courtesans from Mistress Cosmos’s establishment, and the maid group—all exist here where they can be seen completely naked by me without shame. Moreover, whether I casually touch them or engage in rougher acts entirely pleases them. What was once conducted secretly within barrier prisons has now become daily routine. Thanks to the desires of my female slaves, I spend far less time without my penis wrapped in someone’s mucous membranes.
Though not something I’d proudly boast about given the children around, I have absolutely no complaints about this lifestyle. Beautiful women who delight in making me horny whenever they please. Not the best thing ever? It truly is. Dragons, elves, and dark elves all parade their bare bodies right in front of me—tits, cunts, whatever—I get to see and touch them endlessly. No matter how undignified my behavior becomes, no one interferes, and thanks to the spiritual spring’s power, even minor excesses are well-tolerated. It is truly my own private paradise. …Well, I do restrain myself somewhat out of consideration for the children, but as expectations mount, there’s little choice but to comply.
…Anyway.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning, Master.”
“Goood mornin’, Ma-as-ter~!”
Two dark elf maids made of onyx greet me with flawless etiquette, despite contrasting attitudes—from the stiff professionalism of one to the playful warmth of the other—as I emerge from the dormitory room where I spent the night, swinging my throbbing cock loosely between my legs.
Their sole indicator that they’re maids is their headpieces; otherwise, they’re fully nude. Both flaunt magnificent, jiggling breasts that drip with allure. Incidentally, I still haven’t learned their names. The fact that I don’t bother distinguishing individuals personally doesn’t seem to bother them at all—they don’t mind being addressed vaguely as “that maid” or similar casual terms.
Perhaps this is part of their kink: wanting to be manipulated by me specifically as maids. Thinking so, I grab both their breasts without any forewarning.
“Hn…!”
“Oh, you want pizuri first thing?”
“Nope, just suddenly wanted to squish them. Such lovely tits. Since it’s a hot spring session, let’s wash these beauties with your own milk.”
“Yes-uh~!”
“Let us attend to you.”
A silver-haired ponytail maid radiates cheerfulness, while the black-haired short-haired counterpart exudes sternness. Neither tries to甩 off my grasping hands; instead, they gently hold them in place, wholeheartedly accepting my shameless requests.
“By the way, can I also enjoy wake-up vaginal service?”
“Yatta~!”
“Understood.”
Neither shows any resistance whatsoever when transitioning from a fully nude greeting to immediate erotic servitude at dawn—the very first thing each day demands.
Every member of the maid group operates this way. Even virgins comply, sometimes only realizing their intact hymen after I’ve already inserted my cock—prompting shocked gasps.
“You two must be thoroughly trained… ‘education,’ or perhaps more accurately, uniformed kinks.”
“Even if dozens of lewd fantasy maids besieged us, Master wouldn’t hesitate to bend every single one back and return them broken—we love that!”
“Same to you, sir; I am deeply humbled.”
“You clearly understand that my personal kinks can be troublesome… though, I’d say there are plenty of people who’d love to hire girls just like this one.”
“Well, sure, there are the nouveau riche types who’d go for stuff like that too. They start off saying they’re fine with it, but once their own desires and various other kinks get revealed, they usually dump them right away. Sure, some might occasionally want to prank their maids, but if you really aim their sexuality at them, they’ll cower in fear.”
“They often say, ‘If you wanna have sex, buy a prostitute; maids are for doing maid work.’ That’s especially true for married men—making pointless passes at your maid is a recipe for domestic discord, after all.”
…What a boring conversation. Or maybe I should call it exciting instead?
But that’s probably true, too… Most normal guys just can’t go for that many rounds. To put it bluntly: while someone as vague about their own occupation as I am might manage it, any regular working man, even if he had hornless ogres with raging libidos at his disposal, simply couldn’t keep up exclusively with them.
“In short, even if we understand us to be perverted bitches, my beloved master is the type of bigamist who’ll screw us like crazy every day♪”
“I shall serve you wholeheartedly…♪”
The women before me—bodies bursting with sexual energy on both chest and ass, filled to the brim with lust by these变态 maidswith hornless ogres as their patrons—all spoke in voices dyed pink by the anticipation of filthy acts.
I grinned, giving my newly captured hands a final shake as I felt the contrasting textures of flesh against each other before leading them toward the great bathhouse.
After we drenched ourselves in sweat and plenty of fluids in the bathhouse, things got really heated and turned into Maid Party Day.
The Onyx maids were working autonomously all over the palace grounds—cleaning up, helping with meals, or volunteering to do errands for other guests on their stays.
I wanted to think that while it’s technically a vacation, they were also treating it as some sort of training exercise… but I also suspected their kinks weren’t so innocent: maybe they just wanted us working types to take part?
Anyway.
“Hey there.”
I approached one of the Dark Elf maids sweeping the hallway, and ran my hand over her naked ass without any hesitation or secrecy.
Well, I didn’t just run my hand over it; I immediately grabbed and squeezed… my fingertips even started to creep into those valleys.
“My master…♪”
“I’m sorry for interrupting your cleaning duties… could you come here for a bit?”
“H-hai…♪”
The naked maid flushed red as she followed me.
She wasn’t confused by the sudden touch on her ass at all… well, if anything, since my footsteps would be impossible for an eared Dark Elf like that not to notice.
Then I approached another Dark Elf maid just around the corner and invited her too:
“You should come too; I have business with you.”
“A-ah… will it be right away…?”
“If you’re busy, we can do it later,”
“Right away! I’ll go♪”
I repeated this until I’d gathered about ten maids in all, lining them up along the hallway wall with their asses facing me.
“Good job; it’s time for our Maid Spanking Festival.”
Grinning maniacally as I peered from end to end of their backsides, lost in pure pleasure, I spoke while my erection danced wildly. Naturally, no one took me seriously since I was doing that.
Eight were Dark Elven; the other two were a Human and an Elf. The Human was our recent recruit—a girl with ogre-like features.
As for the Elf… she belongs to the Sakura clan. While serving as a maid at the Baron’s manor, she’d grown so close to the Onyx Maid Corps during her stay there that she began acting like one of their own; there are a few others like her.
They’d be overjoyed if I teased them back, so I’d always end up involving them anyway.
“Now then, let’s start punishing them from the left side.”
“W-wait… what exactly is the pretext for this spanking?”
“Huh…”
I thought anything would do fine, but to them it seemed they needed some proper excuse.
“You need to take a little more seriously about that.”
“After all, making love while asking for forgiveness as you inseminate me is the most classic approach!”
“Then, if I get pregnant, I can tell the child the reason behind it!” Wait. Do you mean that? Do you intend to tell your own child that they were impregnated as punishment while working as a lustful maid in the Naked Palace?
“I’ve been thinking about it.”
“But this is important.”
The maids stare at us intently from their positions.
This group truly consists of people with weird sexual fetishes, I tremble slightly as I realize.
“Shu… wouldn’t something like this be appropriate as punishment for engaging in erotic acts directed toward the master while working?” Well, even though I’ve confirmed multiple times that I am not officially their master… Their true master is Carlos-san, or the Baroness. And performing such overtly erotic tasks would never happen in a legitimate workplace.
However.
“That’s unavoidable then…♪”
“If Master sees this, he’ll surely reject us… Wet pussy, shiny ass♪”
It seems they’ve accepted it.
“Alright! Let’s make it proper punishment this time! You filthy, disobedient maids!”
I grab the first brownish hip and thrust my cock into her while shouting something unjustifiable. She apologizes with a voice trembling with delight, whimpering in pleasure. “Ahh… haaah…♪ Forgive us, please…♪ We’re sorry…♪ A maid showing off her jiggling ass because she wants to be ridden by Master, please forgive us…♪”
Do they want forgiveness? Or do they want me to stop? Do they crave intense penetration instead? From their cries, their words, even the thrusting of their hips—it’s impossible to tell. This is a maid’s apology sex that leaves nothing ambiguous yet reveals everything. As I enjoy this amusingly, I insert my finger into the ass beside hers. Next to her is Sakura-maid’s pure white rear. Even though she isn’t a female slave, she has fully succumbed to influence and enjoys becoming my flesh vessel herself—a wicked elf ass.
“I’ll make you do two rounds of punishment… Keep waiting with your wet vagina as an apology, you incompetent maids!” “Yes…♪” All the naked maids line up, thrusting their butts out, responding in unison. …And then, for a moment, I catch myself glancing back again. There’s something oddly low-set about one of these asses mixed in here. Did I actually invite such a small child over?
“I apologize for entering without being summoned.”
“Of course you know that, right? We wouldn’t casually include someone only twelve years old… Plus, didn’t I explicitly tell Kay-chan earlier that there would be no ‘real thing’ with me?”
“But please, let us at least have some grace!”
“No, stop getting on your knees! I can’t understand why you’d want a father to ravish you in such chaos!?”
”…For punishment of showing my dad an erotic penis?”
“Punishment!?”
Kei-chan, the mysterious young maid kneeling before me, uses evasive and provocative language to stir things up while applying pressure with her prostrations. …After a back-and-forth struggle, thanks to the mediation of the other maids, I only participated in cleaning oral sex this time.
”…Your dad’s semen tastes delicious.”
“You only call me ‘Dad’ at times like that…”
I already have a strong suspicion that this girl is quite an opponent.