My world to Free-use

**Chapter 260**

The footsteps reached the pavilion while I was still inside Zara's ass.

I pulled out of Zara’s ass, covered her mouth with my hand, and finished the barrier I had started the second I heard boots on the stone. Mana folded the air around us. Light went past the rail as if nobody was standing there. From the path, the pavilion was empty.

Inside the barrier, Zara was a wreck. Her pussy was swollen and red from being used until it would not sit neat anymore, and the remnants of the first two loads were already sliding down her thigh in a slow, sticky line. Her ass had taken the third. That hole was still slow to close, shiny, a little open, leftover cum easing out of her whenever she clenched. I dragged her skirt down far enough to hide it. State of Completion ended while I held her. My dick shrank back to the stub every other man in this world walked around with, which was the only reason I could let anyone step into the pavilion at all.

The problem was Zara’s state. Those weren’t the steps of a maid, so if it was a knight, explaining things here would be difficult. Thankfully, I knew who it was thanks to the newcomer calling out for Zara.

“Do not make a sound.”

Zara was too out of it to reply. Her body was still twitching from the last climax, breath hot on my fingers, legs not worth trusting.

Cassandra came in first. Coat over training clothes, hair tied, sword at her hip because that was how she walked the estate after dark. Lucas followed with the frown he wore whenever he thought someone had called him out of his way for nothing.

“Mother?”

Zara jerked. I pressed my hand down and kept her quiet.

Nothing answered them. Night insects. Leaves. The wet sound of another slow drip leaving her behind a wall they could not see.

Lucas turned once. He checked the chair, the rail, the dark past the columns.

“The maid said western pavilion.”

Cassandra looked at the empty floor, then toward the other gardens.

“She is not here.”

“She summoned us,” Lucas said.

“Then perhaps the girl sent us to the wrong side,” Cassandra said. There was no hunt in it. She did not touch the rail. She did not start guessing at damp stone. “The Eastern garden is closer to her room. If the message came late, she would not wait in the wrong place.”

Lucas clicked his tongue.

“Eastern, then.”

“Eastern then,” Cassandra said, already turning her body toward the other path.

She did not linger for long. They left the way they had come, steps already pointed east, as if an empty pavilion was only a maid mixing west and east.

I held the barrier until I could not hear them.

I could have followed.

That thought was immediate and ugly. Cassandra was still close enough. After what I had just finished doing to Zara, taking her next would have been simple. Walk up behind her, get a hand under that coat before Lucas finished deciding which hedge led to the eastern garden. I wanted it. I had wanted it since I first started using this method on the women of this house. Her mouth, her chest, the way she carried herself like a knight even when she was only walking a garden path, all of it was still in my head while Zara breathed on my wrist.

I didn’t move.

Not because the night had suddenly made me careful in some noble way. Because doing it now would have been a stolen, half-finished thing in the dark, with Lucas already pointed in the wrong direction and ready to keep walking. When I worked on Cassandra, I wanted time. I wanted her in a room, not between two garden paths. I wanted Lucas standing where he could see all of it clearly, how she took it, how her face changed, how the method looked when there was no servant disturbing us. An interruption tonight would have wasted the one chance I cared about.

Tonight was not that night.

I dropped the barrier.

Night air came back in raw. Zara’s knees went. I caught her under the ass and felt how hot and used she still was, pussy dragging wet across my wrist, ass still soft and sloppy from the last load. She made a small sound into my shoulder.

“Haa… Jack…”

“I have you.”

I fixed her skirt, got her arm around my neck, and lifted her. She could not have walked the outer path. I did not ask her to try. I activated the skill again, just us this time, light sliding off so a servant on the distant walks would see hedges and night and nothing carrying a dripping woman across the stones.

I did not take her to my room. Tara and Tanya were already passed out on that bed from earlier, before the maid had knocked and sent me west. Adding Zara to that mattress would have turned morning into a problem I did not need.

I made my way to her room. Her chambers were quiet. I laid her down and pulled the covers up before her legs could stay open for whoever came in with breakfast. [Cleanse]-ing the obvious places, the inner thighs, the smear on her ass, the wet on the skirt. Enough that a maid would see a woman who had slept badly. I left the swelling. I left the tenderness. She would feel both when she stood.

“Goodnight, Zara.” I made sure to take her name. It was essential.

She stared at the ceiling, thighs shifting under the blanket, and hissed when even that much friction touched what I had left sore.

“Goodnight.”

I waited until her breathing slowed, then left.

Tara and Tanya had not moved.

Tara on her side, sheet kicked down, showing her tight ass. Tanya curled toward the middle, ass bigger than her mother’s, the faint print of my hand still on her ass, although just a barely red mark now. Both out. Both close enough that waking them would have been easy.

I was still in the mood. I looked at them long enough to be honest about wanting another round, then took a spare blanket from the cupboard and lay down on the floor.

Maybe that was enough for one day. My family, two GILFs, a pair of mother and daughter, and a noble lady who liked to be handled roughly. That was a long day.

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Morning came on a knock that did not care how little I had slept. A maid’s voice came from the other side without waiting for my reply, as if time was of the essence.

“Jack. Lady Elara requires you in her office. Immediately.”

I dressed and left without disturbing the still-sleeping pair, though they were in different positions now.

Valeria opened the door herself.

Silver hair in the same tight bun, a few black strands at her face. Milky skin. Stoic mouth. Soft voice. The uniform still clung to her chest and gave up around the hips, that heavy ass filling the skirt the way it always did. Six feet of posture. Hands clasped. She looked at me the same way she looked at every door she had opened for decades.

“Come in, Jack.”

Elara was behind the desk. She called me in.

Black hair with silver in it, set as if a war could start in this room and she would not redo it. Dark eyes on the door before I finished crossing the rug. Sharp voice. No wasted motion. The gown held her the way her gowns always did, heavy chest, wide hips, muscle underneath so she never looked merely seated. One hand on the wood. The other still.

She didn’t stand. She didn’t ask how I had slept. The last time she had called me in regarding the king matter. This time, it was for something else.

“My lady.”

“Jack.”

I bowed the house way. Forty-five degrees. Hand on chest.

Valeria took her place at Elara’s shoulder without being told.

The room was not empty.

There were three guests.

Two of them wore white. Church cloth, heavy and clean, cut for people who did not carry trays. One was a man, older, hood back enough to show short hair and a patient face. One was a woman, veil to the collar, hands folded in front of her like the fold itself was a rule. They gave Valeria and me the looks a servant was owed and put their attention back on Elara.

The third stood behind them.

Golden armor. Working plate, not something worn only for a hall. Sword at the hip. Shield on the back. The man inside it was younger than the robed one and stood a half-step forward. His attire matched George's awfully well. A paladin, I presumed.

Elara didn’t introduce them. As if that in itself was a loud introduction.

She didn’t look at me to see if I understood what church robes and paladin gold meant in her house.

Valeria didn’t blink.

I simply kept my mouth shut and took the other side on Elara, as my pretended role was to be the next in line to serve Elara.

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