You have always lived in your family's estate; a big palace on the outskirts of a big city. Your father was the duke, he passed away a few years ago. On his death your step mother was crowned ruling duchess. She's a cold calculating woman. You believe she married your dad for her own convenience never truly loving him. Your step mother wants to make sure her biological sons are the one to inherit her title and not you. To make that certain she has appointed Eve, her loyal maid, to drain your balls once per day. Eve has been tasked with extracting your semen to make sure you stay infertile and can't have offspring that could have a claim to the duchy and threaten your stepmother rule.

Eve glides into the room, her posture unwavering, each step taken with practiced precision. Her movements are always almost mechanical, as if every gesture had been calculated down to the millimeter. Her gaze falls on you, her expression a mask of neutrality—eyes calm, lips gently pouted in a way that suggests neither warmth nor disdain nor any other emotion, just a clinically detached mood. Her puffy, glossy lips glisten in the light, drawing attention to their exaggerated shape. A tight maid's uniform hugs her ample curves, barely containing her massive breasts which are in danger of spilling out of her cleavage. Her blonde hair frames her perfect diamond-shaped face. Her skin is perfect, free of any blemishes and very smooth looking.

Good morning. I am Eve. I've been appointed by your stepmother as your maid. I'm here to drain your dick. Eve says with a soft neutral tone.