My Mansion of Gorgeous Maids in Another World-Chapter 86: Four

The carriage mansion’s lanterns flickered as dusk deepened into night, painting the wood-paneled walls with dancing flames. Jett lounged on the chaise, boots kicked off, cloak pooled at his feet. His thoughts drifted back to Mia’s passionate devotion and the arrival of Eleonora and Noctlisa felt like a new storm brewing.

A soft footstep preceded the carriage door sliding open. Mia, her crisp head-maid’s uniform neatly pressed, entered first. She paused in the doorway and inclined her head with perfect poise. "My lord," she said, her voice measured and respectful. "Lady Eleonora and Maid Noctlisa have returned from His Majesty’s summons."

Jett rose, greeting them with a slow smile. "Thank you, Head Maid Mia. Bring them in."

Eleonora stepped forward, pale cheeks flushed. The soft rustle of her maid’s gown accompanied her as she knelt before Mia. "Head Maid Mia," she murmured, voice laced with reverence, "we are honored by your guidance."

Noctlisa followed suit, kneeling and bowing lower, her usual warrior’s bearing softened. "Your wisdom steers us, Head Maid."

Mia inclined her head regally. "Rise, both of you." She guided them upright with gentle authority. "My lord awaits."

Their eyes—Mia’s bright emerald, Eleonora’s violet, Noctlisa’s onyx—turned to Jett. A charged hush filled the chamber.

Jett beckoned. "Come closer." He leaned against the banquette, watching them approach. He seated Mia beside him and gestured to Eleonora and Noctlisa to kneel before them on the rug. Torches crackled, sending sparks of warmth between them.

Mia reached out, slipping her hand into Jett’s. He squeezed, then turned to Eleonora. "Your loyalty served me well. Now, join us."

Eleonora lifted her gaze, violet eyes shining. "As you command, my lord." She rose and moved to Mia’s left, sitting cross-legged with grace. Noctlisa mirrored her on Mia’s right, settling on her knees with armor plates shifted aside to keep her relaxed.

Mia stretched elegantly, gown sweeping the floor. "Good. Now, we are four under one roof. Our devotion to you, my lord, shall be shown in service... of a different kind." She turned to Eleonora and Noctlisa. "You both witnessed last night’s fervor. How shall you serve?"

Eleonora swallowed, voice soft. "Head Maid Mia, permit me to worship you as I do our lord." She reached out to brush Mia’s hair behind her ear. "May I... kiss your neck, to show my submission?"

Noctlisa’s tone was firmer, but respectful. "And I, Head Maid, request leave to offer my body at your feet, and our lord’s, in gratitude."

Mia’s lips curved in a small, triumphant smile. She rose, drawing Eleonora and Noctlisa to their feet. "Then attend." She moved to stand before Jett, slipping one hand from his grasp so she could turn and press her back against his chest. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her gown aside to reveal the curve of her hip. Mia inhaled sharply.

Eleonora and Noctlisa mirrored Mia’s stance. Eleonora pressed her cheek against Mia’s exposed shoulder, mouth hovering near her collarbone. Noctlisa knelt before them, eyes dark with desire.

Jett’s hands slid beneath Mia’s bodice, slipping cool fingers across her heated skin. Mia gasped, tilting her head back against Jett’s shoulder. Eleonora’s lips found Mia’s neck, trailing hot kisses along her throat. Mia’s fingers threaded into Eleonora’s hair, guiding her movements.

Noctlisa rose, trailing strong, steady hands over Jett’s sides before she pressed forward to claim his lips. Her kiss was deep, urgent. Jett responded, arms tightening around Mia as Eleonora continued her ministrations.

Mia moaned softly, rotating in Jett’s embrace so Eleonora could lower to her knees. Eleonora’s mouth closed over Mia’s nipple, tongue flicking with practiced skill. The head maid’s fingers curled in soft rings around Eleonora’s hair, eyes half-lidded in pleasure.

Jett’s mouth freed from Noctlisa’s as he broke their kiss. He pressed Noctlisa to stand, then guided her behind him. He lowered himself to his knees on the rug, Mia’s hand sliding from his back to cup his jaw. Mia’s other hand slipped beneath Eleonora’s gown, fingers grazing her inner thigh. Eleonora shuddered, breath catching.

Noctlisa knelt behind Jett, gown opening so her body pressed against his back. Jett’s palms spread across her hips, feeling the smooth warmth beneath. Mia and Eleonora moved around them like currents of heat: Mia slid down Jett’s chest to kiss his abdomen before trailing upward to his throat; Eleonora rose to press her body against Mia’s, arms wrapping around her waist.

The quartet formed an intimate web: Jett and Noctlisa entwined, Mia and Eleonora layered atop them. Jett’s fingers slipped inside Noctlisa’s gown, curling to stroke her softly. Noctlisa’s breath trembled along Jett’s spine. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Mia’s mouth found Jett’s, tongue dancing as Eleonora’s hands traced circles over Mia’s stomach. Mia arched back into Eleonora’s touch, pressing her breasts into Eleonora’s palms.

Jett lifted his head, eyes locking with Mia’s. "You are mine," he growled. He angled his hips, pressing the length of Noctlisa’s thigh against his erection. Noctlisa gasped, shifting against him.

Mia nodded, lips brushing Jett’s ear as she murmured, "We belong to you."

Eleonora slid beneath Mia, tilting her head to capture Mia’s nipple in her mouth once more. Mia moaned Jett’s name, thrusting back into Eleonora’s fervent kisses.

Jett rose, pressing Noctlisa upright. He turned her around and lifted her skirt, revealing her panties damp with desire. He knelt once more, capturing her center with his mouth. Noctlisa’s hands fisted in the rug, arching for him. Mia and Eleonora paused, sharing a breathless kiss while watching Jett’s skilled worship of their comrade.

Noctlisa’s legs trembled as Jett’s tongue went to work, and she may have cried out if not for Mia and Eleonora’s kisses on her shoulders, comforting and encouraging. When she quivered on the edge, Jett climbed up to press his body against hers from behind, sliding within her in one smooth motion. Noctlisa clung to his back, nails pressing into his shoulders.

Jett’s pace was deliberate and deep, each thrust eliciting a moan that echoed through the carriage. Mia and Eleonora sank to their knees before him and Noctlisa, hands roaming each other’s flesh in tandem.

Eleonora parted Mia’s legs and bent to taste her, tongue gliding in sensitive circles. Mia’s fingers tangled in Eleonora’s hair, head falling back in abandon.

Jett reached around to cup Mia’s breast, squeezing gently in time with his thrusts into Noctlisa. Mia moaned again, arching into Eleonora’s ministrations.

Noctlisa’s breaths grew ragged. "Jett—" she gasped. Jett thrust harder, hips snapping. Noctlisa’s climax crashed through her with a cry, body shuddering against his.

Eleonora stood then, stripping her gown in one swift motion and revealing her naked form. She moved to stand beside Mia, pressing herself to the head maid’s side. The two women entwined arms and legs, their bodies glittering with sweat.

Jett withdrew from Noctlisa and knelt between Eleonora and Mia. He captured them each by the waist, pulling their hips against his. Mia and Eleonora moaned in unison as he guided himself between them, the warmth enveloping his shaft.

He thrust slowly at first, letting each inch fill him. Mia’s hands slid over Eleonora’s breasts, and Eleonora’s fingers tangled in Mia’s hair. Noctlisa knelt behind him, pressing her lips to Jett’s back, trailing kisses up his spine.

The carriage rocked gently, but inside, the quartet moved in heightened rhythm. Jett increased his pace, thrusting with power as Mia and Eleonora rocked their hips onto him. Noctlisa’s hands slipped beneath them, pressing to explore Mia’s and Eleonora’s folds, each woman trembling at her touch.

Their moans rose in a crescendo: Mia’s breathy cries, Eleonora’s trembling sighs, Noctlisa’s low gasps, Jett’s groans. The air was thick with heat and the scent of their melding bodies.

Jett reached between Mia and Eleonora, stroking both in time with his thrusts. The rhythm quickened, bodies quivering on the edge.

"Now," Jett growled.

Mia and Eleonora braced, voices entwining in pleasure as Jett’s release pulsed within them. Noctlisa pressed her body against Jett’s back, feeling his climax shake through her own pleasure.

For a heartbeat they froze, breaths colliding, then the world faded to warm darkness as waves of ecstasy overcame them.

When the final tremor passed, they collapsed together: Eleonora draped across Mia’s lap, Noctlisa embraced Jett from behind. Mia cradled Eleonora’s head, her fingertips brushing through golden strands.

Jett’s hands stroked Noctlisa’s arms and Mia’s waist. He pressed a kiss to Mia’s temple. "My devoted four," he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. "Tonight, our unity has only deepened."

Mia smiled, head tilting to meet his gaze. "We are yours, my lord."

Eleonora lifted her head, violet eyes shining. "And we will ever serve—body and soul."

Noctlisa’s hands traced circles on Jett’s chest. "As you command, my lord."

In the hush that followed, the carriage’s gentle sway lulled them toward rest, bound by their fervent devotion and the electric bond of four hearts entwined.

Their breaths slowed, hearts still racing, as the first light of morning filtered through the curtains. In that quiet glow, they lay entwined, united by passion and loyalty, ready to face whatever dawn would bring.