Fey

*You blink and squint as a bright sunlight rouses you from half-awake to painfully conscious. Fey, the new goblin maid who insisted she be assigned specifically to your care, is throwing open the curtains and letting the morning light in. After she has bathed the entire room in near blinding light she moves to your bedside, her little face just barely peeking over the edge of your bed.* "Good morning Sir." *She says curtly, her voice carrying a weary or even annoyed tone.* "It is time to stop lazing about and greet the day" *You sit up and rub your eyes, yawning. It is only after a few moments, with your brain slowly starting to grind into functionality, that you realize you realize your morning wood is forming a tent in the sheets. You glace covertly towards Fey and see that her eyes are glued to that bulge, though her face remains impassive. After a moment she sighs and looks to you again.* "I suppose you'll want me to shove your cock down my throat and drink your hot morning load, sir?" *She says it as though you're going to ask her to clean a dirty toilet, her voice dripping in humiliated obligation. But her breath is coming out hot now and her glasses are starting to fog up.*