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[x] Ask her about the magic blowjob from before.
“So,” you clear your throat, expecting her to at least turn around and look at you. Instead, she just keeps walking down the halls.
“That was pretty… weird, what you did to me in Meiling’s, uh, house.”
“Was it?” Sakuya keeps walking.
“Yeah. With the whole making me, uh, jizz.”
“A maid must be prepared to do anything necessary to keep the mansion proper and pamper its guests.”
“I was more wondering, you know, how you actually did it.”
Sakuya stops mid-step. Though she never moves from her standing position, a slender, perfect-feeling hand grabs your cock and strokes it just once.
“Gah!” You reel back in surprise. She finally turns around to face you.
“Something the matter?”
“That was you, wasn’t it?” You try to look upset and meet a small amount of success.
“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about. Is something wrong?”
“Just, don’t do it again, okay? You’re creeping me out.”
Sakuya rubs her chin quizzically. The same hand from before strokes you again, this time almost aggressively.
“Knock it off, seriously!”
Sakuya glances up and down the dim hallways to make sure she’s alone, then lunges at you. Grabbing your wrist with one hand and shoving you back against the wall with the other, she leans in close to your ear.
“I’m not even getting started.”
She lets go of you and backs off, her face showing no trace of emotion other than default maid-ness. There’s really no good comeback to a crazy woman with crazy magic powers pinning you to the wall and saying something crazy, so you just sort of stare at her in surprise for a minute. You hadn’t realized it but your heart’s thumping like mad.
“…Okay then.”
“Glad we’ve reached an understanding.” Sakuya nods and turns around like nothing happened. Ah hell, even if she’s crazy you should follow her anyway. If even the maids keep trying to jump your cock here, wandering around on your own will probably lead to you stumbling into a magician summoning horny succubusses or something.
Succubi. The plural is succubi.
‘Yeah, you would know.’
Is that supposed to be an insult? ‘Yeah, you WOULD know what it’s like to be surrounded by busty women moaning and begging for your tentacle-cocks.’ You should write a book.
‘Hey, why don’t you take some of those tentacles and go fuck yourself?’
…Harsh, man.
“We’ve reached the mistress’s room,” Sakuya says, now in her ordinary maid voice. As she swings the door open for you, the darkness seems to pour out from the room. There’s no light source inside other than a thick stained-glass window, done in red of course. Rather than actually illuminating anything, it gives the near-pitch blackness a sinister reddish tint. You… really don’t want to walk through this door. This is why you shouldn’t talk to vampires at parties with alcohol.
Sakuya’s features harden, not much, but just enough to be noticeable, and she nods stiffly. Wander into dark room with vampire, or piss off crazy stalker molester maid? How did you even get into this situation? Why isn’t fucking everything as awesome as you thought it’d be?
GOD JUST GO IN THE ROOM YOU LOSER.
Well, in you go. Sakuya shuts the door, managing to be stiff and curt with such a simple act. Your eyes slowly adjust to the darkness. You can at least make out some vague shapes in the room. A big lighter-colored blob that’s probably a bed. A couple nightstand-blobs and a bookcase-blob.
“Good evening.” A breathy voice whispers, inches away from your ear. You turn your head in surprise and see a gleaming set of red eyes right in front of you. “Get in the bed and lie on your back.”
“Eep.” You jerk your legs forward in an attempt to follow her orders despite your surprise and tenseness. It’s a big room, and it takes you a few steps to cross to the bed, which you bump your shin against. Thankfully it’s covered with layers of soft cloth, so it doesn’t hurt at all. You roll over onto the bed and lay on your back. It’s a huge bed, even with your arms spread out fully you don’t reach the edges.
Those red eyes follow you and float up as the person you assume to be Remilia crawls onto the far end of the bed. They get closer, a little bigger, and a little brighter while she crawls towards you. Her arms lie close to yours, not touching you but still close enough to feel them in a way. Her body’s slightly cool, close to room temperature. Her eyes are level with yours now, her knees sliding up to rest on your stomach.
“You can’t even see me, can you?” Her hand caresses your cheek. The slight chill makes you shiver.
“N… no.” You squint, trying to make out any details of her body, but those mesmerizing red eyes keep distracting you.
“Good, good. I prefer it that way.” She shuts her eyes, becoming almost invisible without that red gleam. She giggles while her teeth graze over the side of your neck. “Isn’t it just thrilling, the sheer suspense of not knowing what I’ll do next?” In a flash, her fangs sink against your neck and pierce the skin. You shudder from the sudden pain and feel a warm wetness spreading rapidly over your neck. Remilia’s mouth envelops the punctures and she draws deeply from it, sucking it like sucking juice from an orange. A mouthful of blood is pulled out of your body, and is quickly gulped down by Remilia. She lets out a loud, satisfied groan.
“You’re scared, aren’t you?” Remilia leans up and whispers in your ear. “I can taste it in your blood.” She licks her lips loudly, her tongue slurping over her fangs. “It’s so sweet, I want more.” Her mouth returns to the holes on your neck and she licks up the blood oozing out, then starts to suck again, drawing another mouthful from you. You start to get a little nervous. How much blood can you lose before it starts messing with your body?
Heh, don’t worry.
‘What do you mean? Wait, you’re going to do something to her, aren’t you?’
Nah, she brought it on herself. Just wait and watch.
Remilia sucks another mouthful of blood from you, sucking hard enough on your neck to probably leave a hickey. You grunt from the stinging pain and the surprising pleasure of having your blood pulled from your neck. She pulls her mouth away from your neck again.
“You’re just delicious, I can’t get enough.” Her voice is even huskier now, and she’s breathing heavily. She nuzzles her cheek against yours. Her body is slowly growing warmer with your blood.
Heh heh heh. Ahahaha. I love being me.
‘Tell me what’s going on right now.’
Oh, it’s simple. Where do you think all my special fluids came from? You’ve been my kink-juice factory, and Remi just had quite a few mouthful of your kink-juice laced blood.
‘Really? I’ve had that stuff in my body the whole time?’
Of course! Didn’t you ever stop and think about how you were ready to fuck anyone and anything? Even youkai and fairies?
‘I… I never thought about that.’
Your thoughts are interrupted as Remilia presses her lips to your mouth. It’s been hanging open the whole time in surprise, both from Remilia’s sucking and Tenta’s sudden reveal. Her teeth gingerly close around your tongue and pull it out from between your lips. She scratches a fang along the length of your tongue, cutting into it slightly. Her lips slurp along your tongue and suck it up into her mouth.
“I want to drink every last drop of your blood,” she whispers, still clenching your tongue between her teeth. “I want to keep you mine forever and drink your delicious blood every day.” The thick, almost metallic scent of blood washes over your nose as she speaks. She jerks her head back and yanks on your tongue. Your head tilts forward from the tug just as Remilia’s lips move forward and crash against yours. Her kisses are even more aggressive than her blood-sucking. Her tongue slithers around inside your mouth as if trying to prove its ownership of you, and the tip of her fangs poke gently against your cheek.
She pulls away from the kiss and gasps for air. You just lie there in bed, feeling more like an accessory to Remilia’s pleasure than a participant. She should know about the stuff she just drank.
“Remilia, you-“
“Ssh.” She interrupts you with a finger pressed gently against your lips. “I wore a special dress for you tonight. I want you to appreciate it.” Her slender arms grip one of your wrists and pull your hand towards her. Your fingers brush against a line of frills hanging off of her body. She guides your hand closer to her and you can feel a soft fabric hanging off of her body. It’s an expensive-feeling fabric with a thinness you can feel just from your slight touch.
“Do you like my negligee?” Remilia giggles to herself and, rather than waiting for an answer, returns her mouth to your neck. There’s a thick, gooey slick of blood pooling on your neck, which Remilia laps up. Her tongue slides over your neck until it reaches the bite marks. She attacks the holes, slurping and sucking at them like they were some sort of sex organ. The feel of her tongue flicking at fresh punctures on your body is odd, to say the least. She moans and yanks your hand to her chest. You can feel her breasts through the fabric, small, firm, and boyish, with nipples stiffening and poking into your palm as you squeeze her.
You’re starting to feel a bit dizzy. How much has Remilia drank from you now?
“Do you think you could stop?” you ask. You can hear the nervousness in your own voice. Remilia’s lips break from your neck and move to your earlobe, kissing it gently.
“Mistress will stop when she is full.” She whispers, grinning so hard you can almost hear it. Though she dismissed your concerns, when she returns to your neck her sucking has turned more to a soft suckling and kissing. She pulls your hand downward. Your hand caresses her stomach between the folds of her nightwear, her skin now as warm as a normal person’s. Her belly has a lean softness, it’s as smooth as freshly-washed silk. Your hand goes down, past her navel, and brushes against a maze of lace at her crotch.
“These are my special panties,” she coos into your ear. “I only wear them for my favorite guests. You should feel privileged.” Your hand travels between her legs. “Now show me your appreciation.” She pulls your hand tight against her panties, and you instinctively start to rub her. Her panties are a soft fishnet-like fabric, with the plump, jelly-like flesh of her pussy lips pressing out through the mesh. The fabric gets moist within seconds as you stroke your middle finger along her length. Her pussy lips surround your finger like they’re trying to swallow it up.
“You’ve made a nice meal. Now it’s time for the entertainment.” Panting with excitement, Remilia grabs your arms and shoves them to your side. She crawls back down between your legs and rapidly unties your belt and flings your robe open. Though, you aren’t sure if she’s noticed the problem here…
Really? All that sexy licking and biting and you’re still soft?
‘I’m a human, okay? When someone drinks my blood, I could fucking die. That’s not a very sexy thought.’
Ugh, you’re so useless.
Showing no concern for your flaccidness, she spreads her legs and mounts you. She grunts in irritation as your limp member refuses to cooperate, merely rubbing half-heartedly against her opening, like it’s saying ‘eh… don’t wanna’. Remilia leans forward until her eyes are well within your personal space.
“Is there a problem?” A hint of frustration creeps into her voice.
“I, I just…”
“No matter, I know how to solve this.” She shuffles back down to the end of the bed and you the warmth and wetness move away from you.
“Sakuya.” Not quite shouting but louder than her normal voice, she calls for her maid. No sooner has she finished the single word than Sakuya strides in through the door, the light disorienting you for a moment. You can’t help shuddering nervously as you see her yet again.
“Do you need something, mistress?” She holds up a dim lantern, illuminating about half the room and letting you see her face.
“This man refuses to cooperate. Prepare him appropriately for sex.”
“As you wish, mistress.”
Your arms are suddenly wrenched to the side, and tight rope wraps around your wrist and ties you to the bed. A thick belt wraps around your chest, squishing out the roots on your chest. You try to cry out in surprise, but there’s tape over your lips, and a wad of cotton stuffed into your mouth. Once again, Sakuya’s used her powers to make you completely at her mercy.
The hell is this?! I can’t move!
‘Well, we’re going to die. It’s been fun while it lasted.’
Sakuya walks to the bed and sets the lantern down around your thighs. She dims it a little so you can’t see much aside from her face and your crotch, both of which are very close together.
“So, you don’t like my mistress?” Her tongue flicks out and laps at your testicles.
You try to explain that you’re perfectly willing to have sex, but were a bit freaked out by the biting and kind of lost some blood, so if you could have a glass of water and a ten-minute break you’d be ready to do the deed, but thanks to the tape on your mouth, all you can say is “mnf!”
“You should be thankful that we’re both so forgiving of you.” She sucks one of your testicles into her mouth and laps her tongue against it, making it jiggle and bounce inside her mouth. While she sucks on it, her hand presses against your buttocks and snakes its way under and eventually in-between them.
“I’ll be leaving your cock untouched for the mistress to enjoy. Fortunately, there are many other ways to make you hard.” To emphasize her point, she shoves her middle finger into your asshole. Your surprised shout is again muffled by the tape over your mouth. Her finger wriggles around inside you, bending back and forth to prod every side of your anus.
Your hips grind and twist in circles following her motions. As her finger wriggles in your asshole, she loosens her lips around your testicle and runs her tongue along your sack, giving your other ball some attention. Though she’s taken you by surprise, her methods are certainly effective. Your dick twitches and stands up, engorging with blood. She speeds up her fingering and licking, either getting into it or just wanting this to be over with. Your dick stretches out to its full thickness, the head swelling out wide. Satisfied, Sakuya pulls out her finger and leans back.
“This should be sufficient for him, milady.” The ropes disappear from your wrists, along with the belt and mouth-tape. They aren’t even pulled off, they just seem to wink out of existence. Sakuya takes the lantern and twists a knob on the side, making the flame burn brighter until it illuminates most of the bed. Remilia’s visible now, you can see the thin nightwear you were fondling just a minute ago. The platinum pallor of her skin is even more apparent in the dim light. Her chest is almost curveless save for her stiff cherry-red nipples poking against her dress. Her pussy is clearly visible through her mesh panties, red and wet, just waiting to be stuffed.
“Excellent. Thank you for your assistance.” Remilia grins and waves at Sakuya, indicating her work here is done.
“Wait, mistress. I need to make sure you are sufficiently prepared as well.”
“I think I’m perfectly ready, thank you very much.” Remilia frowns, a gesture which looks more childish and pouty than threatening.
“I insist, mistress. I don’t want anything to happen to you.” Sakuya grabs her mistress’s waist and pushes her onto her back. She shoots you a quick glare, saying something to the effect of ‘stay out of this or I’ll chop your legs off’.
“…Hmph, fine. If you insist.” Remilia looks away from her maid.
“Thank you, mistress. I only have your best interests in mind.” She may say that, but she looks awfully eager as she yanks Remilia’s panties down to her ankles. She tugs them off her legs and brings them to her face, sniffing deeply and getting a noseful of her mistress’s scent. She sucks on the juice soaked into the fabric with an almost dreamy expression. “Ahh…” Her eyes roll up as she moves the panties away from her mouth and sets them aside. “Now, the preparation.”
She grabs Remilia’s legs and spreads them open, the bulge of her pussy lips sticking out even more. She dives her mouth between her legs and pinches Remilia’s lips between her fingers, spreading them open and revealing the maze of folds inside her. Her clit pokes up, a nub about the size of a corn-kernel. It peels itself out of its hood and pokes up, tall and proud.
“So, as you can see, I’m- aah!” Remilia tries to talk Sakuya out of it, but is interrupted as her maid’s lips press to her pussy. She sinks her teeth gently into part of the mound of her outer lips, the soft flesh yielding eagerly to her touch. She moves her mouth between her lips and starts lapping her pussy like a dog, running in long strokes from the very bottom to just below her clit.
“As a maid, it’s my duty to be intimately familiar with my mistress, even in matters of the bedroom.” She rubs a finger rapidly back and forth against Remilia’s clit, rolling along it like she’s trying to polish it. Remilia starts to say something, but only high-pitched moans come out when she opens her mouth.
“That… aah! Mmh… ooah!” She grips handfuls of the sheets as her back presses against the bed, her body forming a curve as she arches back in pleasure. Sakuya leans forward, following her hips as her body arches back, not wanting to stray from her pussy for a second. She continues her attack, rubbing her clit and licking her pussy in a practiced rhythm specifically designed to please her mistress the most.
I can get involved in this. A tentacle works its way towards them. Sakuya glances quickly at it, and a sharp, shallow pain cuts across it. A small trickle of inky blood runs down it.
Ow ow ow shit. Fine, maid-wench. You win this round. The tentacle pulls back into you. Sakuya hasn’t stopped her assault for even a fraction of a second. Remilia’s pants get faster as she writhes in pleasure on the bed, rubbing her crotch against Sakuya’s face.
“Nngh… Sakuya!” She shrieks. Her hips shoot up as she reaches her climax. Sakuya clamps her mouth to her pussy, letting the cum pour directly into her mouth. She slurps at her hole and moans as the rest of her mistress’s cum squirts into her.
“Mmh, okay. That was pretty good.” Remilia takes a long, satisfied breath. “You can g- aagh!
Not satisfied with just one taste, Sakuya presses her tongue against her hole and works in deeper. Her eyes are shut in a look of almost dreamy contentedness while Remilia continues to twitch in ecstasy. Her hand returns to Remilia’s clit, now playing more gently with it, as it’s swollen and red with pleasure.
“Mmgh, Sakuya…” Almost immediately her voice is high-pitched and shallow again. She grabs Sakuya’s head and pulls it against her pussy, rubbing her sopping wet pussy against her face as if trying to pull her whole head inside. She grabs Remilia’s legs and lifts them up until her face is lost between Remilia’s thighs, still not stopping her licking for a moment. Her arms wrap around her thighs,
“I’m cumming again!” Remilia shrieks. Rather than drink it like last time, Sakuya poises her face right by her mistress’s twitching pussy and lets the cum spray against her and soak her face. Stream after stream of cum splats against her face, dripping down and making her hair stick to her face.
Remilia lies on the bed for a long moment, her mouth hanging open, her tongue drooped out on her chin, her eyes glazed with the afterglow. Finally, she sits up and shakes her head. “But seriously, get out of my room. I have some unfinished business.”
“Yes mistress.” Sakuya nods, slides off the bed, and lets herself out of the room.
“Well then. With that rather nice distraction over, it seems you’re still plenty hard.” Remilia rolls over and pokes your cock. It’s indeed quite hard thanks to watching Remilia writhe around in ecstasy. “I’m eager to see what you have in mind for me.” Two orgasms in ten minutes doesn’t seem to have fazed her much. Vampire stamina really is all it’s cracked up to be.
We’ll just have to fuck her all the harder, then!
[ ] Let Tenta join in a little.
[ ] Let Tenta join in and swamp her with tentacles.
[ ] Play with her a little and edge her, then let her have it.
[ ] Let her stay in control, see where she goes with it.