A Lewd Awakening

    ..."...Kamui...?"
	.."Lord Kamui."
	"Lord Kamui!" You suddenly awaken and look around groggily to find Felicia standing at the end of your bed with just the hint of a wry smile on her face. The light of the early morning filters through the curtains and fills your compact yet luxurious bedroom. "My lord, it's morning. Time to get up." Felicia cheerily says, opening the curtains as she does so. You squint as and stifle a yawn as your eyes adjust to the light.
    "You're always like this." Felicia chirps. "You never could get up on time. No time to dawdle though, you have a consulate meeting in an hour. Breakfast is waiting for you downstairs.” You mumble a halfhearted acknowledgement and sit up in bed slightly. You were having a deep and comfortable dream, and this morning in particular you're feeling especially sluggish. "You can get up on your own, can't you?" Felicia playfully asks, though in a way that makes it seem like she isn't quite sure herself.
    You prop yourself up by your elbows and survey the room. Felicia stands attentive and ready, well prepared to attend to your every need. Her outfit is put together perfectly, as always, and she looks stunningly beautiful in the early morning sun. You briefly ponder how she can conjure up such energy so early in the day, but it quickly leaves your mind. You murmur that yeah, you're getting up and you'll be downstairs soon. She gives you a look of restrained skepticism but seems satisfied; with a polite curtsey she turns and leaves.

    Although you really should be getting up, you find yourself impossibly tempted by your warm and cozy bed. The heavy quilt covering you is just so nice and comfortable that you want to curl up and sleep in. The consul can wait for a while, you figure, and your role was mostly ceremonial anyways. You're sure they won't miss you. You slowly sink back into bed, letting out a contented sigh. You'll have to apologize to Felicia later. You owe her plenty of apologies from doing this too many times already.
    You slowly drift back to sleep, absolutely contented. You lose track of time as slip in and out of sleep: has it been 10 minutes? 20? You don't know and don't care. Your tranquility is eventually interrupted, however, by the sound of someone ascending the stairs to your bedroom. Too drowsy to really care, you make no efforts to wake yourself up or even to open your eyes. The door to your room opens and a set of footsteps fills the room. Even in your fuzzy state, you can guess that it's Felicia based on the curt click of her heels. She walks to the foot of your bed yet again and stops.
    You hear an indignant huff and the rustling of clothes. Then the delicate clack of high heels being set on the floor. Then in a single moment, the blankets you were sleeping under are fluidly yanked off of you. Before you can react, Felicia clambers onto the bed and straddles your legs. Still groggy, you do little more than hurriedly prop yourself up and ask her what the hell she's doing. "Lord Kamui", she starts, a hand reaching for your pants, "It's clear you need a little convincing". You're too surprised to say anything in reply, so she continues, methodically lowering your pants and revealing your semi-erect member.

    Felicia runs a hand across your rod, lightly squeezing it while she does so. Even this basic stimulus coupled with the sheer lewdness of the situation causes you to rapidly become aroused and reach your full splendor. She leans in close while doing this, to the point where her face is mere inches away from your rapidly stiffening cock. You can feel her hot breath hit your member as she jerks it off: the sensation is unbelievable. At this point you're more awake than you've been for days. Felicia makes eye contact with you for a brief moment before smoothly lowering her head and methodically licking your shaft from top to bottom. After you've been sufficiently lubricated, she envelops your cock with her mouth.
    Felicia's oral skill is simply incredible: there's no other word to describe it. She works quickly yet methodically, bobbing up and down your dick. Her tongue spirals around your tip as she does so, which practically coats your cock in saliva. Rarely does she break contact for air, instead focusing on pleasuring you with singleminded determination. She works mostly silently, the only noise being an occasional wet slurping sound. All you can do is lie back and relish in the sensation. Although she works with her eyes closed, she occasionally glances up at you and makes direct eye contact, presumably to make sure she's doing it adequately.
    After a few minutes of exquisite oral pleasure, you feel that familiar ache start from the base of your shaft. You know you're not going to last much longer, and signal this to Felicia with a grunt, hoping that she understands what you're trying to convey. She apparently does, as her pace hastens and she starts going deeper, slithering her tongue around your entire shaft now, not just the head.

	You barely last a minute of her redoubled effort before you're at the end of your rope. You orgasm hard, rapidly shooting thick splurt after splut of cum into Felicia's waiting mouth. She pulls back slightly as you cum; the first few shots go right down her throat and the rest land on her tongue. She gives your dick a few rapid strokes in order to extract every last drop then fully pulls back, releasing your cock out of her mouth with a wet pop. Then in a single motion, she smoothly swallows your load.
    Felicia then leans back in and starts tenderly cleaning your cock, licking its length and tip methodically. While she cleans up every trace of cum, you breathlessly admire her dedication, still recovering from your prodigious orgasm. Finally finished, she sits back. "I thought that would perk you up", she giggles, while correcting her mussed hair. "Looks like I was right." she triumphantly says. She produces a handkerchief from somewhere in her uniform and uses it to dab away the last drops of cum around her mouth. Her expression quickly changes to one of worry, however. "You're needed in the Hall of Consuls in less than a half hour, Lord Kamui!" she blurts out, her mind suddenly shifting back to her job.

    "Come on, up, up!" she says as she quickly scoots off your bed. You slowly get yourself up as she hastily puts her heels back on. When she looks back to see your slow progress, she grumbles and pulls you up by your arm. "Kamui..." she starts, blushing, before thinking better of it and stopping mid-sentence. Felicia scurries to your closet and quickly pulls out one of your formal outfits. She checks it over before practically throwing it at you.
    Suddenly aware of the consequences of your lateness, you quickly slip out of your bedclothes and put on your formal outfit. You feel uncomfortable doing this in front of Felicia for about one second, after which you realize how your relationship has changed. Once you finish, Felicia gives you a short once over before nodding and smiling. "As good as always, my Lord." she cheerfully says. "Now, let's be off", this time with urgency in her voice. She quickly leaves the room. You follow.


	You have a feeling this'll be a good day. But first, some breakfast.