#kasrequests

So they kinda kidnapped you, it wasn’t like there was much for you down on Earth. The planet was probably going to go up in flames within a few years anyway. 

All three of the alien men slowly walked into the room they were keeping you in and laid out several colorful items on the table in the middle of the room. You could feel the blush creeping onto your face as you saw the array of sex toys before you.

“For you”, one of them said pointing at the table. 

You don’t say anything yet, still wondering what you are supposed to do in this situation.

“Gifts”, another says. “Ooh…thank you”, you smiled at them still unsure of what to do next.

One of them pushed the table closer to you gently as to say, ‘here you go’.

Realization hit you.

“Now??”, you ask, widening your eyes.

Didn’t you already give them a show? I guess it wasn’t enough? 

Their faces brighten as you are understanding.

“You want to watch..?”, surprised that this didn’t scare you, but excited you.

“Study”, the last one says, “which is better?”, he says pointing to the table and then to each of them standing before you. 

Your heart started to race as you were understanding what they were wanting. You felt a heat pool between your legs and squeezed them together. The alien in the middle gripped the table and you startled. He lifted a hand and gave you a smile to try and ease you.

“Can smell you”, he manages to spit out with a smile through gritted teeth. 

Before you can look embarrassed, he assures you it's not a bad thing. They all quite enjoy your scent. In fact, they have enjoyed all of you since you came aboard. 

“Ok”, you tell them all while smiling mischievously. 

Fuck it.

They don’t really understand this facial expression, but they do know they like it. They know watching you orgasm makes them feel good. So they have concluded that if they can just give you this orgasm, you all will just feel good. They are curious about this feeling you give them. They want to explore it, understand it. 

You move towards the edge of the bed and survey the assortment of toys before you. There were quite a few different ones. They watch you with bated breath and excited anticipation for which one you’ll pick. As you tried to decide what you wanted to use first, a thought occurred to you. 

“Help me?”, you grinned up at all of them. 

They were clearly taken by surprise at your question. You’re not sure if it’s your willingness to do this for them, or the sheer fact that they don’t know what to do. 

“You come sit behind me”, you pointed at one and then on the bed. 

He complies quickly, moving awkwardly to put his body behind you. 

You feel him tense as you lay back against him and touch his thigh. You lean forward and grab the one that looks the most plain. You could start with that.

“You two, come right here”, you said as you pointed in front of you on the floor.

They complied quickly as well, eager to see where this was going. 

“You all are allowed to touch my body while I use the toys”, you instructed them, “just please be gentle and stop if I say so”. 

They all nod in agreement and understanding. They looked unsure of what to do, but quickly learned what you meant. 

You moved the small bullet vibrator against your clit and slowly grinded on it while rubbing it on you. The one behind you ran his hands through your hair and brought your head back.

He laid your body against his while giving your kisses down your neck. The two in front of you rubbed your thighs. You moaned at all the relaxing sensations going on as you pampered your pussy. 

You got caught up in the slow gentleness of what was going on when you were brought back to reality as both of the massive muscular aliens in front of you put a nipple of each of their mouths. You moaned loudly causing what you could only assume as happy noises coming from all the men around you.

They both started sucking onto you and flicking their tongues across your hard nipples. They pulled and sucked until you heard the pop noise of them releasing you. 

You were getting frustrated at the lack of penetration. You needed to be filled. You needed more.  You moved to get all of them off of you and they obeyed. Just sitting and watching, waiting to hear your next command. You leaned forward examining the table of sex toys before you. What would give you a better orgasm and possibly a better show? It was the least you could do for them being such gentlemen. 

You picked up the hot pink one. It had a clit sucker and a vibrating dildo. You turned it on and played with the settings first. Once you pressed the button, the toy came to life. Well it was definitely charged. You tried to hide the excited expression on your face. 

You rushed back to the bed and moved closer to the edge, the men followed your lead and you waited for them to continue what they were doing earlier. Once they caught on, you just enjoyed the touching. Their skin felt a little different than yours, softer.

The warmth from them while sitting in the cold room felt wonderful. You allowed them to bring your body back to a state of relaxation then you slowly pushed the toy inside of you. You noticed they stopped for a moment to watch. 

You moaned at the sudden fullness of the toy. You felt the girth of the head of it deep inside you. You took a deep breath trying to prepare for what was going to happen next. You pressed the button to turn on the toy and jumped at the sudden sensation of intense pleasure being brought to your arching cunt. You tensed against all of them and they held you still, encouraging you to take it, to endure it. 

You adjusted the toy to a more comfortable angle. The one to your left moved his hand above yours. 

“I’ll hold in place”, he told you in a low tone. 

You let go immediately and squeezed the thighs on the one behind you. The one on your right focused on your breast. They fascinated him. The way they bounced as you moved against the toy. The way you yelled out in pleasure as he ran his ridged tongue against the hardest part. He put his warm hand on the other one and massaged it softly. 

You were getting close and fast. You could feel the tightness building in your lower abdomen. The one controlling the toy watched as your moans became more erratic. They knew what this meant. They all continue to please you the best way they could. They used your movements and the noises you were making as guidance. 

You huffed and moaned until you couldn’t feel it. You were about to cum so hard. They all slowed their movements at the exact moment you started cumming. The sudden change caused you to scream in pleasure and they all gently made you cum the hardest you ever came in your life.

They didn’t stop, they just slowed down. They rubbed, licked, kissed you all over. You started whimpering and tried to back away from the toy out of instinct. 

As if completely in tune with you and your body still, the one on the left turned off the toy and slowly removed it from you. You gasped at the sudden emptiness you felt. You felt disappointment, but also relieved. You were going to need a break after such an extreme orgasm. 

You slouched against the alien behind you, completely relaxed and satisfied. You took a few deep breaths. When you finally opened your eyes you saw all of them looking at you. You moved to look at all of them and smiled.

“Good?”, the alien on the right asked. 

“Amazing”, you laughed out as you took another breath. 

“What do you require now?”, the one behind you asked. 

Your head jerked up, unsure of what exactly he was asking. 

“Ooh, um, I mean I would love a shower but I can handle that myself…”, you started.

“Nonsense”, the lefty alien said and stood leaving the room. 

He returned and all the men helped you to the bathing area. You saw there was a tray of numerous shower supplies. You took advantage of the shower and took your time. Once you finished you walked back to your room. All three men sat at the edge of the bed and stood when you walked in. 

“What is happening now..?”, you asked cautiously, “Are we all sleeping together tonight?”, you joked. 

“Is that not what males from your planet do after pleasing a female?”, one asked after clearing his throat. 

You smiled and was actually grateful you were abducted by aliens. 

The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the abandoned mansion. It loomed over the hillside, its windows dark and gaping like empty eyes. Ivy crawled up the crumbling stone walls. To most, it was just another abandoned house, but to you it was a potential hotspot for paranormal activity.

The grand entrance doors creaked as you pushed them open. You couldn’t help but feel a shiver of excitement ripple through you as you stepped inside.

You had always loved ghost hunting, the thrill of the unknown drawing you to places most people avoided. You adjusted your flashlight and scanned the vast foyer, dust motes swirling in the beam. The air was thick with unspoken history.Your footsteps echoed, but there was something more, a presence that tingled along your skin.

“Curiosity is a dangerous thing, you know”, a deep, velvety voice echoed from the shadows.

 You spun around, heart pounding. Your flashlight landed on a figure lounging casually against the banister of the grand staircase. He was tall, impeccably dressed in dark, old-fashioned clothing, his pale skin almost glowing in the dim light. Crimson eyes watched you with curiosity.

“You’re not a ghost”, you whispered, half in awe, half in fear.

“No. I’m far worse”, he gave a slow, almost amused smile, revealing sharp fangs that glinted in the moonlight.

For a moment, neither of you moved, as if frozen in time. You squared your shoulders, curiosity outweighing your fear. 

A vampire. You had stumbled upon a fucking vampire. The realization should have terrified you, but instead, you felt a strange sense of curiosity and intrigue. He chuckled softly, the sound rich and inviting.

“You live here…?”, you asked, trying to sound braver than you felt.

 “I suppose you could call it that. I find it...peaceful”.

"You have an odd definition of peaceful", you muttered, glancing around the decayed grandeur of the mansion. 

The air smelled of dust and something faintly sweet, like old roses. Your fingers tightened around your flashlight, though you weren’t sure what good it would do against a creature like him. The handsome vampire tilted his head, his crimson eyes gleaming with something unreadable.

 "And you have an odd sense of…adventure…breaking into abandoned houses in the dead of night", his voice was smooth, almost teasing, but there was something else beneath it. Curiosity?

"I didn’t break in. The door was open", you swallowed hard, but forced yourself to hold his gaze. 

"Ah", he mused, stepping away from the banister with slow, deliberate grace, "So, that makes it perfectly fine, then?"

You weren’t sure if he was mocking you or simply amused, but you didn’t back down. 

"Well, no one’s lived here for decades…or so I thought".

He gave a small, knowing smile.

 "Not quite true", he flashed a charming smirk, "you’re not the first one drawn to this place, little one".

A chill ran down your spine, though whether from fear or something else entirely, you couldn’t say. He approached you, but kept his distance. You relaxed, just a little. He started to ask you some questions, seeming to try and get to know you. 

You talked for hours. Your apprehension fading with every word. Despite his aloof demeanor, he was surprisingly open about his past. Centuries of solitude had made him wistful, longing for company he never dared to seek.You found yourself enchanted, not just by his unearthly beauty, but by the gentle loneliness in his voice. Eventually, the dawn threatened the horizon. With a regretful smile, he vanished into the shadows. 

You stood there frozen for a moment, unsure of what exactly to do. A million thoughts raced through your mind at once. Your mind screamed for you to move, eventually your body listened. You managed to calmly make your way out of the house and back to your car. 

Over the months that followed, you couldn’t stay away. You returned to the mansion repeatedly, finding the striking vampire waiting, always with a sly smile and a clever remark.

You both would share stories. You would tell him about the world outside, and he would tell you tales from centuries long gone. It was intoxicating, and before long, your dreams were filled with him, his hands, his lips, his whispered words.

Tonight was different, though. You arrived with your heart pounding for a different reason. The mansion was colder than usual, wind gently blew against the windows, but the foyer was aglow with firelight. Your immortal companion stood by the hearth, silhouetted by the flickering flames.

He turned as you approached, his eyes softening when he saw you. He greeted you, his voice a sweet caress. Unable to hold back, you quickly stepped closer, your pulse racing. You whispered, your fingers brushing his cheek. He leaned into the touch, his own hand covering yours, cold but gentle.

“You’re trembling”, he murmured, concern flickered in his gaze.

“No...it’s just...I need you”, you admitted, heat rising to your cheeks.

The room was bathed in the warm, flickering glow of the fireplace, shadows dancing across the stone walls as the fire crackled softly. You stood near the fireplace, feeling the heat kiss your skin, but it was nothing compared to the way his gaze set you ablaze. The vampire moved toward you with a predatory grace, eyes smoldering with hunger. Not just for blood but for you.

His eyes darkened with desire, and he pulled you against him. His lips brushing over you in a tentative, almost reverent kiss. When you responded, deepening the kiss with a desperate need, he growled low in his throat and scooped you up, carrying you to the plush rug before the fire.

He traced his fingers down your arm, his touch impossibly cold against your flushed skin.Your breath hitched as he leaned in. His lips touched the curve of your neck, his fangs grazing just enough to make you shiver. You tangled your fingers in his dark hair, pulling him closer, daring him to take you completely.

His hands found your waist, gripping firmly as he pressed his hard cock against you. The feeling of the warm room laying against fur and his fluid movements made you dizzy with want.  He kissed you fiercely. Lips claiming yours with a passion that bordered on desperation. You tasted the faint metallic hint of blood lingering on his tongue, a reminder of the danger that thrilled her to your core.

Clothes melted away between fevered kisses and whispered promises. His gaze raked over you before he traced the curve of your collarbone with his mouth.

You arched into him, your fingers trailing over his broad chest. With a low growl, he effortlessly lifted your legs, guiding them around his waist. When he finally slid his dick inside your throbbing pussy, it was slow and deliberate. It left you breathless. His name trembling on your lips in a broken moan. He fought to control himself. The warmth and tightness of your pussy nearly drove him insane.

His touch was both possessive and tender, his lips traced every inch of your skin with adoration. You met his touch with equal fervor. The firelight danced over your entwined forms. You scraped your nails down his back as he buried his face in your neck. He breathed you in like a lifeline while you breathlessly whispered his name like a prayer.

He fucked you with unhurried relentless passion. He savored every touch, every gasp, every quiver of your body beneath his. The way he looked at you, like you were the only thing keeping him tethered to the world, made your heart pound wildly. You clung to him, urging him closer. Your bodies moved in a perfect rhythm.

You felt the familiar tightness in your stomach, you squeezed onto him. He gripped the rug, moaning in your ear. His movements now short and rough. He held you close to him as you wrapped your legs around him. You both came at the same time. You screamed his name as he nearly whimpered at how hard he came inside you. 

When you both finally came down off your high, trembling and sated, the vampire held you close, pressing soft kisses to your hair. You lay wrapped in each other’s arms, the firelight slowly dwindling to embers.

“You’re mine now”, he whispered, more a vow than a question.

You smiled sleepily, pressing a kiss to his chest.

And as wind howled outside, the mansion was filled not with echoes of loneliness, but with quiet contentment.

He admires your strength and kindness

He masks his feelings with indifference

He’s scared if he expresses the way he feels about you it would put your life at risk and also complicate everything

Wolfwood picked up on Vash’s hidden feelings quickly

He thinks it’s funny how someone who is usually so open and carefree struggles to have the most basic of conversations sometimes

He always takes the opportunity to tease Vash, making comments or giving knowing looks when you’re not looking

Despite trying to hide how he feels, he cannot help but show through small gestures, offering some water, providing first aid, sharing a meal when funds are low

Vash pretends to feel nothing towards you

However, he cannot deny the awkward moments of him stumbling over his words, the faint blushes at the slightest touch, or how sometimes he just avoids direct eye contact

You notice when he does this, but just assumes they are little quirks of the Humanoid Typhoon

Wolfwood always tries to put Vash in a situation where he has to be around you, teasing the whole time

You never paid much attention to them until it became difficult to talk to Vash. You began to suspect there might be more to their actions

I feel like Vash would have the guts to confess eventually, or at least express he feels something great than friendship

But once he does, everything would start to fall into place and be as they should

You looked down at your watch.  5:37.  You only had a little bit more time before your husband was going to be home. You wanted to surprise him with a home cooked dinner with his favorite dish. After the mean looks and whispers as you walk down the sidewalk you were relieved to see the friendly worker behind the counter. She actually helped you pick out the right fish and even told you where to find easy to follow recipes. 

You left the shops with a smile on your face, even when you saw more people glancing your way. You weren’t going to let them ruin the simple little date you had planned for tonight.

You lifted your head and smiled in the direction of the onlookers and made your way to the shoreline. You slowed down for a moment to admire the ocean. It was beautiful. You thought you saw your husband’s work boat in the distance. 

Oh shit. 

You look at your watch and make haste to your shared boat house. You make it to the docks and wave at the old man who watches over the homes on the docks. This is the only area that openly accepts human/merpeople relationships.

Even though the town signed a treaty and allowed merpeople onto land, that doesn’t mean everyone accepted it. You didn’t mind it, you enjoyed the small fishing town. It was the perfect compromise until you both could afford the lighthouse up the coast. 

You climbed inside the boat and quickly got started on dinner. You unpacked everything and brought up the video on how to descale the fish. You bought extra just in case. You never really got a chance to learn to do this. Your family usually did it for you when you were younger, and your husband just spoiled you. 

You watched the video a few times, making sure you understood what they were explaining to you. You get everything ready and try to remember watching your husband do this. You hold the fish with one hand and go to cut with the other.

It gets snug, and you try harder. You manage to get the knife across, the fish looks terrible. There are jagged cuts, and scales left on the fish. You do your best to finish cleaning it up. You are able to leave a lot of meat, but it just doesn’t look good enough to serve. 

No matter. That can just be your fish, no worries. You grab another one and try again. You know what you need to do, you just cannot get your hands to do it. You finish cutting the second fish. It definitely looks better, but still looks awful.

You start to get upset and take a deep breath when you hear the door swing open and hear gear being dropped at the doorway. Oh no. Your husband was home and you couldn’t even get the fish done properly. 

Your husband looked tired, must have had a long day. You put a smile, but he saw through your disappointment. You stared into his beautiful green eyes. His face lit up seeing you.

Hello my treasure, he says in his deep voice, making his way to you. Hey honey, you give him a quick kiss and he brings you into a nice firm hug. 

He glances over your shoulder and sees the mess he made.

Are we having fish tonight? If you’d still like it, I tried to descale it myself so I could cook you a nice dinner. It didn’t really turn out so great.

Well what’s wrong? You look disappointed, he asked so sweetly. They just look completely gutted. It makes me feel like I don’t even know how to take care of you even though you take care of me all the time.  

He walks over to the counter and looks at your work. He smiles to himself and looks back at you. 

You know, it’s actually not too bad, he grins, come here and I’ll show you how, he says as he grabs the knife and waits for you. 

You both prepare a wonderful little meal together. He guides you on how to properly descale a fish. He cooks the sides, and you cook the fish. You both set up a little diner setting at your table. You grab the portable tv and turn on the detective show you got him hooked on. 

He gets up to take the plates to the sink after dinner and pours two glasses of wine. He walks to the door and tilts his head for you to follow. You both make your way to the bow and he hands you your glass. He puts an arm around you and you lean into his touch. You sigh while sipping your wine and stargazing with your husband.

Thank you for dinner, you smile up at him. No, thank you for getting dinner treasure. The girl at the shop today really hooked you up. Those were really fresh. That’s just what I needed after today. 

Rough day again?, you put your hand on his cheek and he melts into your touch. He loves how warm you feel towards him. 

Just needed to be in the water more, bit more difficult to do certain things when you have strong waves and such, he takes a sip of his wine, but it’s all worth it to be able to come home to you, he glances down at you and kisses your forehead. 

You both stand outside a little bit longer, making small talk with the couple next door to you coming home. You chat about maintenance that needs to be done on the boat and how you’re going to decorate your lighthouse one day.

After some time, he motions for you inside and escorts you to the bed. Both of you are exhausted. He puts on his wetsuit pj bottoms and climbs into bed, pulling the blanket out so you. You eagerly join him. He puts his head on your chest and holds you so affectionately.

Goodnight my treasure.

You had done so much for him. You agreed to leave your human way of life in the city and move out into the forest in his little cottage. You took on a simpler way of life, compared to your old one. Even though your lover was mainly a beast, he wanted to show you the humility he felt. He knew the sacrifices you made for him. He wanted to show you just how much he appreciated everything.

The aroma of garlic and tomatoes filled the air as lupine lover clumsily broke the dried pasta into a pot. He'd faced full moons and rival werewolves with ease, but navigating a human kitchen was baffling. Tonight was different. Tonight was for you. 

He had told you to go out and visit some friends while he prepared dinner. Knowing you, you would just assume he was going out hunting again. He used this to his advantage. Shortly after you left, he snuck to the local food stall. He made sure to get only the freshest ingredients for the sauce. Fortunately for him, the stall did have some convenient human foods and a sympathetic vendor.

He wished he could have made everything from scratch, but the truth of the matter was. He was a hunter. He could meticulously track, stalk, and hunt down his prey no problem. He wasn’t much of a cook. Or had really any other talent than being an apex predator. But he was making the effort he needed to be a more gentle partner to you. He could never bring himself to tell you, but he felt a special connection between you two. He needed you to know how much you meant to him.  

His paws trembled slightly as he carefully added some more roasted vegetables to the sauce.  The kitchen was aglow with the soft light of the evening, shadows dancing on the walls like old friends. Every clink of the pots and pans was a note in a symphony of love he was composing for you. 

He wanted this dinner to be perfect, a testament to the depth of his feelings. Each ingredient he added was infused with thoughts of your laughter, your smile, and the way your eyes sparkled with mischief. He inhaled deeply, the rich scent of the simmering tomato sauce a reminder of the human world he was trying to embrace for your sake.

Your howling companion's ears perked up at the faint scent of something burning. His heart sank as he realized the garlic bread in the oven had turned a shade too dark. He quickly pulled it out, hoping to salvage the slightly charred slices. Disappointment gnawed at him, but he pushed it aside. 

He rubbed his paws down his face in frustration and took a deep breath. How was he going to give his human partner a nice human dinner when he couldn’t even cook the bread properly? He scraped most of the char off and smiled to himself. They weren’t the best looking, but they were decent. This dinner was saveable. That just meant the sauce had to be perfect.

He stirred the pot with determined care, every motion a silent promise to you. The sauce simmered gently, its rich, red hue a symbol of his dedication. He imagined your smile, the warmth of your laughter, and it fueled his resolve. This meal was more than just food; it was his way of showing how deeply he cherished you.

As the pasta boiled and the sauce thickened, your werewolf lover set the table with his best attempts at human etiquette. He lit a candle, its flame flickering like his own hopeful heart, and arranged the slightly burnt garlic bread in the basket with as much love as he could muster.

He had just finished putting the final touches on everything when he heard the familiar sound of keys. His muscles tensed and he took a deep breath. It was now or never. He pulled out a chair at the dining table and waited for you to walk into the room. The look on your face when you saw everything made some of his worry melt away.

“What is all this?”, you asked him completely in awe at what you saw. 

“I just wanted to do something special for you. I am capable of embracing some of your human ways just as you’ve so openly accepted my Wolven ones. I just started small for tonight”, he smiled, hopeful.

You walked over to the chair he held out for you and quietly waited to see what he had in store for you both tonight. The candlelit room with the open windows made the small cottage feel like home. You were thrilled to have a home cooked meal. The fact that the beast you loved more than anything went out of his way to make it happen made it that much more special.

As you took your first bite of spaghetti, your werewolf boyfriend watched anxiously from across the table. Your eyes lit up as the flavors danced on her tongue. 

“This is amazing!”, you exclaimed, a genuine smile spreading across your face, “The sauce is perfect, and the garlic bread isn’t that bad actually”.

You watched his huge tense shoulders relax, a wave of relief washing over him. He had done it. He had created a meal that brought you joy, blending his world with yours in a way that spoke of love and acceptance.

As you both continued to eat, sharing laughter and stories, your werewolf boyfriend felt a quiet pride. Tonight, he had proven that love could bridge even the wildest of divides.

At first, he shrugged it off thinking it could be something to do with his plant biology

After a few days, they look like they are actually starting to grow

Vash gathers his thoughts together quickly and decides to keep this from you

He feels this will only make him feel more distant and even alien to you

He tries his best to keep his new growth a secret until he can figure out what to do about it

You notice Vash’s sudden change in behavior quickly

He becomes more reverse, but you give him space to try and figure out what is going on

Whenever you try to get close to him, Vash will make excuses and leave suddenly

He makes sure not to leave any feathers behind

One day you find a feather and start to piece together the clues

Confused and curious, you decide to ask Vash about it

Of course Vash is going to try and deny everything, attempting to change the subject

It’s when he sees the genuine concern in your eyes does he finally give it and tell you everything

You are more concerned about the mix of embarrassment and fear you see all over Vash’s face than the actual wings and feathers

To you this is just a new part of Vash, one you’re happy to learn about and explore with him

Much to his surprise, you are in awe, not frightened by his wings

You reassure him that this new discover doesn’t change a thing between you two

With your support, Vash slowly becomes more comfortable with his new addition

With this shared secret, you and Vash become closer

Vash feels a sense of relief and gratitude towards you

The morning sun filtered through the windows, casting golden streaks across the wooden floor. You stretched lazily in bed, already catching the sound of movement from the other room. Curiosity got the best of you, and you slipped out from under the covers, padding softly toward the doorway.

You stopped dead in your tracks at the sight before you. Tien was on his knees, scrubbing the floor with diligent, deliberate movements. Your cheeks heated instantly. Sensing your presence, his third eye opened, followed by the other two. He glanced up at you with a look of gratification. His shoulders straightened, and he dipped his head slightly in a gesture of submission. You bit your lip, crossing your arms as you leaned against the doorframe. A slight blush spread across Tien’s cheeks.

“What are you doing?”, you asked cautiously.

“I wanted to give you a day off”, he replied to you in the most loving and respectful tone.

You felt a throb between your legs. Your eyes grew wide for just a second. Tien looked up at you from the floor with an almost hopeful expression. Your pussy throbbed again and your heart skipped a beat. You could feel yourself getting wet.

You couldn’t help the sly smile that tugged at your lips. He glanced up at you with an intense expression. He let out a muffled sound and dropped the cloth, bowing his head.

“You wanted to give me a day off, huh?”, you asked stepping closer.

You traced your fingertips along his bare, muscular shoulder. He nodded, his eye followed your every move. You kneeled down, cupping his jaw and brushing your thumb over his cheekbone every so softly. A soft whimper escaped him.

“Would you like me to put you to work, my dear?”, you asked lovingly.

“Yes..”, he struggled to get out.

“Yes, what?”, your tone slightly more serious.

“Yes ma’am”, he replied confidently.

“Then why don’t you go put on your uniform for me?”, you smiled then went and sat on the couch.

A few minutes later, Tien walked into the living room completely naked, except for the special shackles you got for him. Metal shackles with soft leather padding. You picked them out special just for him. As he slowly walked towards you, the wonderful sound of metal rustling together made you excited. You sat there patiently waiting for him to make his way to you. As he stood in front of you, he waited for his further instructions.

“Kneel”, you demanded.

He complied immediately. You noticed his cock slowly getting more hard. You leaned forward on the couch and softly ran your hand down his chest.

“I didn’t realize you’d be so…devoted”, you teased, enjoying how his cheeks flushed at your words.

The moment you touched him, his cock was fully hard. You noticed little droplets of precum coming out.

“Stay”.

Tien didn’t move an inch.

You got up from the couch and walked over to the window. You opened it just enough for Tien to see out of it. His eyes went wide, but he dare not mutter a word. If someone were to walk close enough to the window, they would see Tien in this state. The thought of being found in such a way would humiliate Tien, but for some reason that also turns him on. You love watching him this way. You know he'll be more feverish, more feral when you finally release him from his shackles.

“If you finish your chores quickly, I’ll give you a reward for being such a good boy”, you slowly walked back towards him, his eyes never leaving you, “but I don’t want to hear one word from you, understood?”, you asked, staring directly into his eyes.

You took off your underwear and put them in his mouth. You moved pieces around his ears. A soft whimper slipped from his mouth and your pulse quickened. You tugged at the chain linking his wrists, pulling him closer so his forehead rested against your thigh. The position was almost reverent, and you stroked his scalp gently. Shackles circled his wrists and ankles, the chains clinking softly as he worked. You sat back down on the couch, your legs only slightly spread for him while you watched him work.

After a few moments of the beautiful pathetic display, you decided you were going to reward him. You stalked over to him as he wiped the cloth along the wooden floor.

“If you’re going to clean the house like this, I might get used to it”, you mused, drawing circles along his shoulder.

He glanced up at you with a desperate, pleading look, and you couldn’t help but reward him by pressing a kiss to his forehead.

With a wicked thought, you tilted his chin up, making him meet your gaze.

“You look so beautiful like this”, you whispered, “helpless and obedient…just for me".

He groaned against the gag, and you could feel the heat radiating from his body. Your hand trailed down his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles, and he shuddered beneath your touch. You couldn’t resist brushing your lips against his gagged mouth, feeling his breath hitch and his body tense.

“Finish your chores like a good boy”, you purred, pressing a lingering kiss to his neck, “And if you’re thorough enough… maybe I’ll give you more of a reward”.

Tien nodded fervently, his eyes burning with determination despite his predicament. You couldn’t help but smirk as you walked away, fully aware that his gaze never left you. You made your way to the bathroom and started a hot bubble bath. It was going to take Tien some time to finish anyway.

The rest of the morning passed with you occasionally checking in on him, delighting in the way he worked twice as hard to impress you, the clanking of chains a constant reminder of his willing servitude.

When he finally completed the tasks, sweat glistening on his skin, you guided him to the bedroom, tugging him down onto the mattress. You kissed him deeply, savoring his muffled moan as he leaned into you, desperate to please.

“You did so well today, Tien, do you want your reward?”, you pulled back just enough to whisper.

He moaned softly and nodded, surrendering to your touch. Grasping the chains binding his wrists, you guided him toward the bedroom. He followed willingly, ready to submit himself to you once more.

The imposing silhouette of the Phantomhive Manor loomed ahead as you made your way through the meticulously kept gardens. The carriage wheels clattered along the cobblestone path, winding its way through the dense, misty forest.

You felt your heart racing with anticipation. You couldn’t help but feel a flutter of nerves dancing in your stomach as you approached the grand entrance.

It wasn’t every day that you were invited to such a prestigious household. Especially one known throughout England for its bizarre dealings and its mysterious young lord and master. 

You had been invited as a guest of Lady Elizabeth, who insisted you visit to see the mansion’s beautiful décor. Yet, despite the purpose of your visit, you couldn’t help but think of someone else entirely, Baldroy, the manor’s rather unconventional chef.

As the manor came into view, its towering, gothic architecture loomed over the landscape, shrouded in an aura of both grandeur and secrecy. Stepping out of the carriage, you took a deep breath, adjusted your attire, and made your way to the grand entrance.

You hesitated just before knocking, adjusting your dress. A swift creak from the doors caught you off guard. The imposing wooden doors opened, revealing the stern butler, Sebastian, who greeted you with impeccable courtesy.

“Hello My Lady. Welcome to the Phantomhive Manor”, he said with a slight bow, “Please, come in”.

You attentively stepped through the threshold. The doors made a loud thud as they were closed. Your eyes wandered over the grand hall. It was adorned with exquisite tapestries and flickering candle sconces. The air was filled with timeless elegance and yet something perplexing. You could almost feel the manor's history bearing down on you.

“The Young Master is not in at the moment, I’m afraid, but Lady Elizabeth will be along shortly”, Sebastian stated. 

Just as you were about to ask where you needed to wait, the faint scent of smoke wafted through the air, and your heart skipped a beat. You couldn’t help but smile. You then could hear the faint sound of clattering pots and pans.

“Is Bard in the kitchen?”, you asked casually, hoping you didn’t sound too eager.

Sebastian gave a knowing smile, clearly noticing the glint of curiosity in your eyes. 

“He is, My Lady. If you wish to visit with the servants, please see to it you are available in approximately three hours”. 

You suppressed a chuckle and excused yourself to the kitchen. As you approached, the sounds of clanging dishes and the unmistakable crackle of flames reached your ears. Pushing open the door, amidst the organized chaos, you spotted Bard hunched over the stove,  a cigarette hanging from his lips, waving a towel at a small fire that had erupted in a pan. He was a stark contrast to the elegance of the manor with his rugged demeanor. Yet, there was a warmth in his eyes that drew you in.

“Damn it! Ah, come on, ya stupid thing!”, he cursed.

“Having some trouble, Balroy?”, you teased softly, stepping inside the kitchen.

Bard whipped around, startled, his cigarette nearly falling from his lips. When he recognized you, a grin spread across his face. 

“Well, well, look who’s wandered into my kitchen. Thought I smelled somethin’ sweeter than usual around here.What brings you here, Miss?”

Your cheeks flushed and you smiled at the compliment.

“I just heard some delightful music and thought I’d see what was going on”, you approached him carefully, peering at the charred mess on the stove, “Is that supposed to be lunch?”, you asked lightheartedly. 

He gave a sheepish shrug, scratching the back of his neck.

 “Somethin’ like that. The Master’s got me cookin’ some fancy French dish. Can’t make heads or tails of it”.

He glanced over at you in that moment. You stood with a quiet elegance that seemed entirely out of place. The warm light caught the soft waves of your hair. Your eyes, framed by an expression of calm curiosity, sparkled like gemstones under the afternoon sun.

You moved with a grace that made the kitchen feel less like a battleground and more like a sanctuary. Your presence exuded an effortless charm that Bard found impossible to ignore. For a moment, the world slowed, and he almost forgot the concoction on the stove. Bard laughed heartily and put his failed attempt to the side. 

“Would you care for some tea? I've got a special blend I've been saving". 

You nodded eagerly, and Bard gestured for you to sit at a small, cozy table tucked away in a corner of the kitchen. As he prepared the tea, you couldn't help but notice the care and precision with which he worked.

Before you knew it, Bard had managed to scavenge some biscuits from a tin and brewed a pot of surprisingly good tea.

“So, what brings ya to the manor?”, Bard asked, leaning back in his chair and lighting another cigarette, setting a hot cup of tea in front of you. 

“Lady Elizabeth invited me while some business was being handled, but... I must say, I’m glad I found my way in here with you”, you sipped your tea, savoring the rich, aromatic flavors. 

Bard’s eyes widened briefly before he chuckled, blowing a thin stream of smoke toward the ceiling. 

“With me? Can’t say I’m the best company, but I’m glad ya stopped by”.

The two of you fell into easy conversation, sharing stories and jokes, and you found yourself relaxing more and more in his presence. Despite his rough demeanor and lack of culinary finesse, Bard had an easygoing nature and genuine warmth that made you feel at ease. You chatted, and even learned a bit about his unique cooking techniques.

The conversation flowed effortlessly, and before you knew it, you had spent hours in the kitchen. You quite enjoyed Bard's company and the delicious treats. There was something special about this secret tea time.

At one point, he leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand as he watched you talk. 

 "You know, it's not often I get to have a proper tea time with someone. Thanks for keeping me company”.

Your heart fluttered at the way his gaze softened, and you couldn’t help but smile back. 

“Maybe that’s why I like spending time with you. You’re real, no pretenses”.

“Heh. You’re gonna make a guy blush, sayin’ stuff like that”, Bard muttered as he looked away with a faint blush on his cheeks.

The sound of footsteps approaching the kitchen snapped both of you out of your comfortable bubble, and Bard quickly moved to clear away the evidence of your little tea party. You couldn’t help but grin at his sudden fluster.

Bard stood, offering you a hand to help you up. 

"Anytime you find yourself at the manor, you're welcome to drop by the kitchen. I'll always have a cup of tea ready for you".

You nodded, giving him one last smile before slipping out of the kitchen, your heart pounding. Just before you left, you heard Bard mutter to himself, low and almost affectionate, “Damn woman’s gonna be the death of me”.

As you made your way back to the main hall, your thoughts spun with warmth and excitement. You’d had to thank Elizabeth for inviting you, though you doubted she would ever know how much that little tea break truly meant.