boi khalah boi khalah

[misheard]

Title: boi khalah boi khalah
Fandom: Fate/Grand Order
Character(s): Roman, Queen of Sheba
Pairing(s): Queen of Sheba/Roman
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 834
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Spoilers
Summary: When Sheba suggested that they try some roleplay together, Roman sort of expected that she'd be the one in the maid dress, not him.
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When Sheba suggested that they try some roleplay together, Roman sort of expected that she'd be the one in the maid dress, not him.

If he looks at himself from an objective lens, he's cute in it. Nobody looks bad in frills, and though he's never thought of his own legs as particularly attractive, black stockings that stop just below his thighs are flattering.

"Servant," Sheba says. She's in her usual outfit, which means that she's technically more exposed than he is, but he sure doesn't feel like it. "Come here, boy."

"Y-yes, my lady." He shuffles forward towards her chair, nervous to take long strides for fear of something riding up.

"I've been hearing disappointing news about your performance lately." She looks pointedly between him and the ground, and he kneels so he isn't taller than her. "You do want to work here, don't you~?"

"Of course, my lady." This is embarrassing! He's the director of Chaldea! He used to be a king! His orders keep everyone here alive, and now he's supposed to pretend to be just a maid?

"Then all you have to do is do what I tell you." She tilts his chin up with one finger. "You don't have any other responsibilities. As long as you follow my orders, you'll do perfectly."

-ah.

Roman understands now.

Some of the tension leaves his body. "As you wish, my lady."

Sheba smiles, as bright as ever. "Good boy. Now then. Why don't you help me with my clothes?"

Easily done. He starts with her boots and gloves, neatly setting each aside. She pets his hair as he does, watching him work through her eyelashes.

Her cloak comes next, and then her remaining clothes. Once she's bare, he waits for further orders. It's hard not to touch her when she's nude in front of him, but - he hasn't been ordered to yet.

"Sit on my lap, dear." When he does, she slides a hand underneath the hem of his skirt and squeezes. "I only employ the cutest maids, you know~"

"Th-thank you, my lady." Her chest is pressed up against his, and he can't help but look down.

She giggles, light and airy. "Oh my, oh my~ Since you've been good, I can offer you a special bonus - go ahead and touch them."

He doesn't need to be told twice. He cups as much as he can fit in his palms, rolling her nipples between his fingers. Gazelles and lilies aside, his favorite part is the way she sighs and moans when he touches her.

He knows her body as well as he knows his own - better, in some ways. He knows exactly how to make her call his name.

Her hand steals around to his front side. Maid dresses aren't made for modesty, and his cock is already straining at the fabric - he hadn't been able to wear boxers under this, so he went without. She strokes him slowly, more teasing than satisfying. He bites his lip to muffle his whimpers.

"Oh, no, no, that won't do. I want to hear you, my cute little maid." She presses a kiss to his neck, and he moans. "Buuut~ I'm a generous employer. If you'd rather hide your adorable voice, I have another task for you. Kneel."

He kneels on the floor in front of her, and she guides his face to where she's wet and waiting for him. He laps at her, parting her lips with his fingers and sucking on her clit.

"Oh - oh yes, that's good-" Her thighs close around his head, and she grips his hair. "My cute, cute maid, so good for your queen - ah!"

Sheba's never been particularly verbal when he has his tongue on her, though she certainly can't be called quiet. She grinds against his face, and he follows every wordless demand.

He kisses and licks and sucks until he's soaked with her arousal, until she shivers and shakes and is on the cusp of climax when she rasps, "Enough."

She hauls him up - she's so much stronger than him now, a Servant against a human - and nearly tosses him on the bed. His dress bunches at his hips, and she takes his cock into her in one smooth motion.

She's hot and tight and so, so wet, and he wants to buck up into that welcoming heat - but he wants to be praised for following orders more. So he stays as still as he can.

"Such a good boy," she says. "You don't need to hold back any longer."

So he doesn't. An embarrassingly short time later, he pours everything he has into her as she squeezes around him, and collapses back onto the bed, his dress ruined by sweat.

Sheba smiles, reaching down to stroke his hair. "How are you feeling, my king?"

…Right. He's a king, a leader, even if for a while he got to be a maid with no life-or-death decisions to make.

"It was… nice. I'd do it again."