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Fireplace timber crackled in the otherwise silent hall. The ruffled turning of one page to the next daring to break that serine atmosphere - the one variable in an otherwise constant, brought about by the Lord of the manor. Wearing nought but a blood red, crushed velvet robe, the ebony Percheron's emerald eyes scanned line by line through his morning's edition of Financial Times - taking note of the various day to day changes in shareholders and stock values. Cobalt had 'served' his working life investing the money of others in to small-time business', and had always managed to come out on the other side smelling as fresh as a daisy; where others would squander their investor's cash, Cobalt doubled it - and then some, as 'commission'. The stud lived out his late 20's now in a lavish manor house in the country - away from the hustle and bustle of city living; he'd made his wealth, and was now living out an early retirement.

"Your whisky liqueur, sir; on the rocks, with a splash of lemonade - as is your usual."

Cobalt outstretched his arm - his sleeve riding up to reveal his signature white-gold watch so that his eyes could scan over the dial.

"Right on time - as usual, Maid." The stud spoke softly, moving his hand to one side so that it was positioned perfectly to receive the usual drinking glass.

"Would you like the usual treatment this morning, sir?" The platinum white fox asked, holding the silver tray behind him now - his deep purple eyes half lidded, as if confident of something... was it in himself? Or perhaps his abilities in regards to his work. The stallion took a sip from his crystal glass.

"That would be delightful."

"Right away, sir." Aoba said softly as he silently padded around and behind the stallion's padded leather chair; he was always sure to place the platter on its usual spot - the table beside his master - before he stood behind the stud's 'throne'. The maid's soft and gentle hands always started with the stallion's neck - one hand on either side - before sliding them down; this both massaged the lord's neck muscles as well as removed his robe from his shoulders in one smooth motion, the items of clothing now sliding down the studs back, revealing more of his ebony fur to the warm open air.

The maid always took a long slow inhale as the stud's torso was exposed to the open air; there was just something about his pre-showered scent that made his spine tingle at that time in the morning. After that five second pause, Aobo continued to stroke down his lords shoulders and on to his biceps - being sure he takes the sleeves of that robe down as he went before Cobalt lifted his arm up and out of the article. Cobalt let out a soft snort as the morning air caressed his body, and with the robe now well and truly down and open, his bodies reaction to the daily morning ritual began to manifest: Cobalt's thighs were already spread apart - making room for his hefty ball sack to sag idly down onto the fabric of the seat cushion, all whilst his wrinkled - yet velvety-soft sheath - showed signs of arousal.

Taking a few moments to admire Cobalt's arousal, Aoba snapped out of his daze before he sauntered around the stud's chair - now coming face to face with the lord of the manor, with his hands respectfully held behind his back, unafraid of showing off the raised frontal portion of his maid's outfit as a result of his own arousal.

"The usual, my Lord?"

"Something slow this morning, Aoba; make it last a little."

The maid nodded in understanding as he turned away from the stallion: Aoba looked over his shoulder at Cobalt - his single half lidded eye scanning up and down the male's body as his snow-white hands got to work unbuttoning the front of his outfit. He shrugged his shoulders - left, then right - before sliding the zip down at the back. As that zip reached the end of its track, Aoba's outfit slipped off his lithe form - forming a neat pile at his feet before being stepped out of towards Cobalt.

As his maid was fulfilling his request, Cobalt's hands were already at work - one hand cupping and massaging his sperm banks, the other eagerly caressing the now eighteen inch long, semi-rigid, pink and black erection that he now so proudly sported. The stud licked his alcohol-touched lips clean as his eyes lazily perused up and down the fox's form - letting out a satisfied grunt as Aoba bent over to tidy up his outfit; he lifting his tail to show off his neatly groomed, snow-white ball sack, as well as his light pink fleshy tailhole.

He knew what was coming - and it happened every single morning.

"Okay... I can't wait as long as I thought..." the stallion uttered, this time letting out a dissatisfied grunt in defeat as his raging testosterone levels forced him to act instead upon his instincts.

Aoba smirked to himself, but he never said a word; he span on the spot, placed his outfit atop the aforementioned platter and stepped closer to his aroused master before gently climbing atop his body. Compared to the eight-foot five stallion, Aoba always felt like he was scaling a hill; but reaching the top was always worth the climb for him. Having learnt by now, Aoba always pre-stretched and lubricated before bringing his master his morning drink - every morning thanking the heavens above that he did, as he placed his hands upon the stud's broad shoulders, his foot-paws positioned upon the leather arms of the chair. Cobalt reached for the fox's supple hips, holding them gently, yet stabilising and guiding the lower; the fox reached down in kind - grasping at the equines throbbing arousal to position the soft tip against his aching hole, before he smoothly lowered himself upon the stud. He grit and bore his teeth at first, but after the initial feeling of that widening flesh popping past his ring of muscle passed, the maid corrected his posture before lowering himself upon his master.

"Nice and slow now..." The stud requested.

"Yes, my Lord." The fox replied in kind.

Those rich purple eyes were covered as the owners' lips parted, letting out a silent moan as he felt his flesh part for his master's meat. Aoba squatted further and further until he felt that tip hit the bend in his gut - just shy of Cobalt's medial ring, in fact. He knew his limits, and never pushed it. He re-engaged his strong thigh muscles, pushing his form up until just the swollen fleshy tip remained inside him, before slowly sinking back down upon that mast.

"One..." Aobo thought to himself before repeating the motion.

"Two..." He thought once more - raising one eye lid to see Cobalt's mouth ajar.

"...Three..." He thought once again, this time opening both eyes half way. Aoba held his hips so that the first quarter of Cobalt's shaft remained inside him; from this point, the stallion could hold his urges back no more, as he thrusted up into the maid'd rump. Aoba could read his master like clock-work nowadays, but he owed that all to his skill and experience whilst working with the stallion. Aoba felt a sense of pride as the stud's hips lunged up and out of his chair - his posture and form unwavering as he gladly received his master's pent up sexual tension.

The maid's own arousal began to leak a constant cloudy white stream of pre-seminal fluid as the stallion's growing flare began to press and crush his prostate - the small organ soon emptied in weak squirts over the stud's tattooed chest.

"Hnn... Hnn... nng... mmnn..." Was all that the fox would allow to leave his lips as Cobalt worked his insides over. He knew Cobalt was close, both thanks to the swelling flare inside his gut, as well as remembering the average time it took for him to orgasm.

"I-I'.... g-gunna..."

As he fell flat in to his chair, Aoba's hips fell down onto that fleshy pole; Cobalt's flare wedged and locked neatly inside the bend in the fox's gut - a welcome reception for the rich and copious volleys of equine semen that painted Aoba's interior white.

The two remained seated respectively - panting to retrieve the breath they'd lost - until Cobalt's cock began to soften; as it did so, his flare was slowly dragged back through Aoba's lower gut until it popped free with a wet 'schlick'. Aoba always thanked his lucky stars that the stud was able to inject his load rather deep inside him - the bend in his gut acting like the bend in a toilet, not allowing much more than a few residual drops escape his trained hole before it quickly closed up.

Aoba climbed off his master's chair before reaching for his outfit - using the soft cloth to clean that equine's cock dry at least, before attending to himself.

"Your bath will be ready for you shortly, sir." Aoba said with his soft and respectful tone as usual before turning away from his master, headed towards the bathes. Cobalt remained silent, only turning his head to watch the fox leave him... a trail of semen running down and matting the fur on the back of either thigh.

"Very good Aoba... very good." He said to himself with a smirk before leisurely polishing off his glass of alcohol.