My Pervert Sytem

The luxurious private suite located deep within the secure Vanguard wing was bathed in the soft silvery glow of the midnight moon.

Leon leaned comfortably back against the plush velvet cushions of a heavy mahogany armchair. He was currently enjoying the highly lucrative perks of being the most valued asset in the Sterling estate.

His heavily scarred muscular frame was relaxed and his newly acquired Vanguard Foundation Breathing technique worked passively in the background regulating his heartbeat to ensure he maintained a flawless terrifying calm.

Kneeling on the thick imported rug directly between his spread legs was Lady Beatrice.

She was supposedly here to brief him on the latest logistical movements of the estate guards following the Syndicate siege but her current physical position suggested a vastly different agenda.

Beatrice had unbuttoned the top half of her pristine black and white uniform exposing the delicate sheer blue silk brassiere that struggled to contain her generous heavy breasts.

Her wire rimmed glasses sat slightly askew on the bridge of her nose as she diligently bobbed her head up and down his rigid length.

She utilized a highly mesmerizing combination of her soft warm lips and her slender cool hands to firmly stroke him.

Her natural affinity for ice magic allowed her to subtly lower the ambient temperature of her palms creating a tantalizing freezing contrast against his scorching bodily heat.

The mind melting clash of temperatures sent heavy jolts of pure electric pleasure straight up his spine.

"The Vanguard knights have secured the eastern perimeter," Beatrice murmured softly pulling her mouth away for a brief second to deliver her tactical report.

A thin glistening string of saliva connected her plush lips to the thick head of his shaft.

"Commander Vance is rotating the guard shifts to ensure the emerald knights of House Vane do not gain unauthorized access to the inner keep."

She leaned forward and eagerly took him deep into her throat once again swirling her tongue around the highly sensitive ridge.

Leon let out a deep ragged sigh and tangled his fingers into her messy silver hair gently guiding the rhythm of her eager feast.

He possessed the Endless Vigor skill meaning he could comfortably endure her phenomenal oral techniques for hours without losing his immense stamina or breaking his ironclad control.

"Vance is a smart man," Leon replied smoothly leaning his handsome face back against the velvet chair.

He enjoyed the breathtaking view of the aristocratic woman submitting so beautifully to his desires.

"Lord Vane is simply waiting for an opportunity to strike us while we are still recovering from the invasion. Keeping his emerald knights isolated on the outer wall is the best maneuver to prevent sabotage."

Beatrice hummed in muffled agreement her cheeks hollowing out as she applied a firm agonizing vacuum of suction.

She relentlessly worked her mouth over his flesh swallowing his harsh ragged groans while simultaneously preparing to share a highly classified piece of political information she had acquired earlier that evening.

She slowly pulled back wiping a stray drop of moisture from her chin and looked up at him with her icy blue eyes shining with a profound undeniable devotion.

"I was organizing the ledgers near the Patriarch’s temporary command center a few hours ago," Beatrice explained in a hushed urgent whisper.

She wrapped her cool fingers around his base and continued to firmly stroke him up and down keeping his massive arousal perfectly stimulated.

"I utilized a minor sound amplification spell to listen through the heavy mahogany doors. The Patriarch was holding a closed council with Lady Seraphina."

Leon raised an inquiring eyebrow in genuine curiosity enjoying the rhythmic glide of her soft hand.

The political landscape of this brutal world was shifting rapidly and any restricted information regarding the golden Patriach’s future plans was highly valuable for his own martial ascension.

"The Patriarch does not trust the local border barons to send immediate reinforcements," Beatrice continued her thumb expertly circling the sensitive tip of his length drawing a sharp hiss from his lips.

"He intends to bypass the regional nobility and appeal directly to the Solarian Emperor. I heard them discussing a highly secretive plan to send a formal diplomatic envoy to the Kingdom Capital to request Imperial Vanguard support against the Obsidian Kingdom."

Leon felt a massive surge of adrenaline pump through his veins. The Solarian Capital was the sprawling epicenter of the known world.

It was a massive fortified metropolis filled with terrifyingly powerful nobles highly prestigious magical academies.

"Let me guess," Leon murmured deeply reaching down to gently trace his thumb across her flushed cheek.

"He plans to send his eldest daughter to formally represent the family."

Beatrice nodded her silver hair shifting wildly across her bare shoulders.

She leaned forward and pressed her warm lips against his skin delivering a series of soft lingering kisses along his shaft before taking him back into her wet heat.

She hummed a muffled confirmation against his flesh proving her multitasking skills were truly second to none.

When she pulled back to catch her breath her expression carried a faint trace of highly agonizing anxiety.

"He is sending Lady Seraphina. But he specifically requested that you accompany her as her personal bodyguard and diplomatic aide. You are going to the Capital Leon."

The monumental revelation sent a highly satisfying thrill through his mind.

Escorting the Silver Goddess on a long treacherous journey to the Capital presented an endless array of romantic and tactical possibilities.

Leon gripped the back of Beatrice’s head and gently pulled her forward demanding she resume her highly pleasurable task.

The Head Maid eagerly complied parting her lips and taking him deep into her warm throat.

She utilized her tongue with ruthless martial precision swirling and sucking with a desperate hunger that proved how deeply she craved his validation.

The quiet rhythmic slapping sounds of her mouth working against his flesh echoed softly in the dimly lit bedroom forming a chaotic symphony of unbridled lust.

Leon closed his dark eyes and allowed the overwhelming physical sensations to wash over him fully intending to drain every ounce of tension from his body before the massive journey began.

A sudden sharp knock echoing from the heavy oak door violently shattered the peaceful atmosphere of the private suite.

"Leon?" a highly familiar sultry voice called out from the dark hallway.

"Are you awake? It is Elara. I need to speak with you."

Beatrice froze instantly. Her icy blue eyes widened in pure unadulterated terror as the voice of the tyrannical Head Cook filtered through the thick wood.

The fierce strict disciplinarian of House Sterling was currently kneeling on the floor in a highly scandalous state of undress eagerly servicing a subordinate.

If another senior staff member caught her in this highly compromising position her pristine reputation would be permanently shattered into a million irreparable pieces.

Beatrice frantically tried to pull her mouth away from his rigid length.

She scrambled to push herself backward intending to hide behind the massive mahogany armchair or dive into the adjoining washroom to escape detection.

Leon did not allow her to retreat.

He moved his hands with terrifying blurring speed utilizing a fraction of his massive Agility. He firmly grabbed her delicate shoulders and held her securely in place between his spread knees.

He possessed over one hundred and eighty points of Strength meaning his grip was as unyielding as a solid steel vice.

"I did not give you permission to stop Beatrice," Leon commanded in a low chillingly smooth whisper that vibrated with heavy magnetic authority.

Beatrice stared up at him her chest heaving erratically as a furious red blush conquered her pale neck.

The brass handle of the heavy oak door began to slowly turn indicating Elara was already letting herself inside.