#aphrodisiacs

You rub faster. Harder. You try circling, pressing, everything that usually works. The pleasure builds and builds, cresting toward something that never arrives. You're gasping, hips rocking against your own hand, so close you could scream, but the orgasm stays just out of reach. Like a door that won't open. Like a sneeze that won't come.

You try for ten minutes. Twenty. An hour.

By the time you give up, you're trembling, drenched in sweat, nearly crying with frustration. Your whole body feels like an exposed nerve. The sheets beneath you are wet. Every movement sends sparks through you that go nowhere, build toward nothing, they just layer on top of each other until you feel like you might vibrate out of your skin,

You have to tell him.

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You find Master in his study. He looks up when you enter, takes in your flushed face, your unsteady breathing, the way you're pressing your thighs together.

His expression shifts from curiosity to understanding to something cold.

"What did you do?"

Your confession comes out in a tumble. The box. The vial. Just a sip. You didn't know. You're sorry. You're so sorry. Help. Please.

"Come here."

Your legs carry you to him before your brain catches up. He pulls you across his lap in one smooth motion, flipping up the hem of your dress. You're not wearing anything underneath, you'd taken your panties off an hour ago, soaked through and useless.

The first spank lands hard enough to jolt you forward.

And you moan.

The pain blooms into something else entirely. Heat and pleasure tangled together, radiating outward from where his hand struck. It's almost... god, it's almost enough. You can feel yourself clenching, desperate, so close...

But not quite. Never quite.

"Stupid slut." His voice is stern, you realize how serious this is. Another spank, and your whole body shudders. "You went through my things. Took something that wasn't yours. And now look at you."

Spank. You whimper.

"Do you even know what that was?"

You shake your head, the tears are starting to form. You're dripping down your thighs now, so horny it's almost painful.

"It's designed to make girls like you into dumb little nymphomaniacs. Desperate. Aching. Unable to think about anything but being filled." Another spank, and you sob with how good it feels, and how useless the goodness is. "But it doesn't let you cum. That's the point. It keeps you right at the edge, wanting and wanting and wanting. Until it's all you'll ever want."

"Can you fix it?"

"There's nothing I can do. You just have to wait it out. A few hours, maybe more." His hand rubs over the hot skin of your ass, almost soothing, and you push back into it helplessly. "You did this to yourself."

Spank. You're crying now, trembling, every nerve ending screaming.

"I can't even use you like this," he says, and there's genuine regret in his voice. "If I fucked you while it's in your system, it would lock the changes in place. Permanently." His fingers trail down, brushing against your slick folds. "You'd be like this forever. Brain gone, dripping out your cunt. Just a mindless, needy thing."

The sound you make isn't quite human.

"You wouldn't want that, would you?"

You should say no. You know you should say no.

But his fingers are still touching you, light as a feather, and your hips are chasing the contact without your permission, and the thought of being like this forever... never having to think about anything but the ache between your legs and the man who controls whether it ever gets satisfied...

"Answer me."

"No," you whisper. "No, I wouldn't want that."

He hums, unconvinced.

"Liar." Another spank, hard enough to leave a mark. "But that's okay." He pulls you upright, settling you on his lap so you can feel exactly how much your desperation affects him. "There's plenty of time for me to get the truth out of you."

You nod, shaking, still crying, still aching.

Your mind is already groggy and unable to defend itself as the word "relax" start pulsing on the screen and of course, you obey.

Your muscles loose, you can't move your fingers or toes, and your jaw is slack with a thin trail of spit escaping from the corner.

Then, from under your bed, a tentacle approaches you. First one appendage tracing over your whole body, then two, then three, they work together to shuffle your limp body free from your pyjamas, one tentacle quickly gliding across your nipples as soon as they're exposed.

The second tends to your clit, both appendages moving in unison to milk out your pleasure as the slides delicately into your mouth, drizzling a sweet goo into your throat that only ramps up your natural reaction to the stimuli.

You manage to cum from this alone, though the only way to tell would be the wet patch in between your thighs and the internal pulse in your core, you wonder if its over but no.

Now more tentacles are coming up, some circle the leaky tips across your sensitive skin, a suction cup over each nipple, one tentacle is around your throat, squeezing just right. Your eyes have lulled back at this point, as the tentacles position your legs apart for them.

A thicker appendage enters you steadily, methodically, it is more bumpy than the other limbs around you and has almost immediately start pumping something inside with each thrust, making your stomach glow a dull pink.

Of course your clenching and stuck in perpetual orgasm the whole time, sucking mindlessly as you're fed by the tentacle in your mouth.

The appendage inside you starts quickening, the pace becoming less rhythmatic and more insatiable as it inflates inside you, causing a clear indent in your skin up to your belly button.

You hear a low growl and some deep huffs of heavy breaths from under your bed followed by a drawn out groan as the liquid pumping inside you got drastically thicker. The glow in your stomach quickly shaping the small bumps now settling inside your over stretched womb.

yandere!handmaid who tells you to go to get out and sit on the corner stool for the bucket rinse. who drags a full bucket of steaming hot water over to your quivering, naked self, and dumps it over your head. then a cold one, making your shriek and shiver, covering yourself as if it would keep you warm.

yandere!handmaid who shushes you and shoves your knees open, telling you she needs to do an extra check before putting you back into the belt.

yandere!handmaid whose mouth waters at how wet your pussy stays for her. who kneels between your legs and parts the wet, glistening folds. who pulls the hood back on your swollen clit to check. massaging the sensitive nub with her middle finger to make you shout.

yandere!handmaid who swats your clit when you make such a loud sound. it's a required task--she has to complete it, and it's easier when you're not being fussy about it. so she goes back to your clit, nudging it with her fingertip and watching how it twitches, how you twitch, how you pussy contracts wanting her.

yandere!handmaid who burns in betrayal. you agreed to marry that prick of a duke. lying to her about it. she'd been by your side since your twentieth birthday. six long years of serving you. of trust built. trust shattered.

yandere!handmaid who pinches your clit before turning, retrieving the belt, and locking it back onto your aching, dripping cunt.

yandere!handmaid who serves you a final cup of tea whilst drying and dressing you. watching your body fall victim to the salve and additives within her special tea. smiling when you fall panting into bed, your hips rocking and hands clawing at the bed spread.

yandere!handmaid who leaves you to endure the betrayal of your lie. who spends the night making more salve and more tea.

yandere!handmaid who is the first to find you in the morning, sleepless, trying to hump your mattress whilst stripped out of your nightgown.

yandere!handmaid who shakes her head in shame at you, and presses your head into the bed, spanking you as punishment for such lewd actions until your thighs are quivering and she declares that you're to take another bath to clean up such a disgustingly sinful mess.

yandere!handmaid who smears more salve onto your chastity belt while you bath, hands tied behind your back for morality.

yandere!handmaid who turns around and declares she is going to begin daily invasive checks to ensure all is well with you from that point forward. so nothing goes wrong before your betrothed visits, of course.

yandere!handmaid who brings you a fresh cup of tea and smiles down at you.