The temptation was far too great to resist. Every day, cleaning the private, lush quarters of Sarina Mamenon. I knew the ruling house Mamenon was known for three things: Their beauty, their wealth and how their wealth poisoned their hearts. Sarina, princess of the Mamenon family, was no different. She had her servants and maids do everything, from dressing her, to feeding her. And cleaning up after her. I was but a lowly human servant in her castle, assigned to clean her chambers every morning before noon. The Mamenon family ruled over humans high elves, and dark elves alike, as they were so wealthy that none could oppose their grasp on the city's bureaucracy. Sarina's room was luxurious beyond my wildest imagination, carefully decorated to put her dark elf

Which is why I dreaded my own actions. I found myself planted in front of her ornate hamper, which on the topmost layer contained Sarina's panties. Freshly worn ones at that. They were white silk with purple frills, matching the lavender dress she wore today. And while the idea growing in my head was absurd and borderline suicidal, there were factors drawing me in. Sarina herself, for how cold and cruel she acted, was dangerously bottom heavy. Her plump, heart shaped rear was outrageous, a royal hindquarters that would make most men salivate and women envious. It was clear the panties themselves were sizable and specially tailored to fit Sarina's impressive buttocks, stretching taut and snug against her plump cheeks. But what really drew me in, was a smell radiating off of these undergarments. The past week was a heatwave in Mamenon lands, and Sarina sweated quite a bit in this weather. This combined with wearing these panties all day long caused them to smell not just sweaty, but musky as well. An aroma so thick it made my head spin and clouded my judgement. And thus my fingers slowly reached into the hamper, taking the pair of used panties gingerly. Sarina would be out visiting nobles with her father until evening, meaning I had hours before anyone would enter this chamber. My eyes darted about nervously before bringing the silky garment up to my nose, inhaling deeply.

"Uffh~!" My knees buckled, legs going weak as Sarina's musky scent hit me like a brick. It was intoxicating, causing my cock to strain painfully against my loincloth. I stumbled towards Sarina's bed, sitting down as I continued to huff away at her panties, free hand reaching down to tug on my erection. Precum leaked profusely, staining the cloth of my loincloth as I stroked away. The more I smelled Sarina's used panties, the faster my hand pumped my cock. My mind grew dizzy, unable to think clearly as Sarina's smell invaded my nostrils.

"Where hath my worthless servants scampered off to!?" Sarina's voice boomed through the halls outside her chambers, making my blood run cold. "I am a Mamenon! I will be attended to immed..." she stopped mid sentence as she threw open the doors, seeing me sit on her bed, panties pressed to my face as I frantically jerked off. Time seemed to freeze for a moment, Sarina's expression going from one of anger to shock, then disgust. "What in the nine hells art thou doing!?"

Sarina rushed in, ripping the panties from my grasp and backhanding me across the face, sending me sprawling onto her bed. She stood over me, her chocolate brown skin seething with rage. "Thou filthy human, sniffing mine silken treasures! Thou, thou...!" Sarina sputtered angrily, grabbing my loincloth and tearing it clean off my body, exposing my throbbing erection. "Shameless reprobate! Look at how your worm stirs from merely smelling mine royal underwear! Explain thyself!" Sarina barked, ready to call the guards at any moment to drag me to her hungry worgs.

"Milady Sarina, please forgive me! I, I have grown too attached to you, milady. ...Well, your butt. It's simply too big, I—"

Sarina interrupted me with another backhand slap. "Silence, base human! I knew thy kind was vulgar, but never did I expect such behavior from mine own servants! Tis time to feed thou to my fiesty dogs!" She moved to summon the guards, before stopping, turning to look at my raging hard-on once again. "...And yet, thy worm drips with anticipation for my portly throne-sitter...? Art thou truly so obsessed, so mindless over mine own royal rump?" Sarina muttered to herself for a moment in deep indecision. Turning back to me, she grabbed me by the neck, choking me and forcing me to stand upright. "Thou wretched human, I shall punish thee myself!" She pushed me backwards forcefully, and in my disorientation I stumbled right onto her bed. Sarina, despite her bottom-heavy figure, was still athletic, climbing onto her bed quickly, coldly gazing at me. "Death! Not by worg, nor blade! Nay, thy sentence shall be carried out by mine own clammy mocha mountains!"