AO 7 Ch 15

"Are you sure that I couldn't convince you to come back with me?" Ditzy twirled a finger against my chest as the final dance came to an end. 

"I am so terribly sorry," I shook my head, "but it is simply not in the cards for the two of us." As sad as I was to turn her down, it felt entirely right for the moment. After all, my ladies came first and it was clear that Maribelle had been patient enough.

“So be it." Ditzy pouted.

"But I will at least give us a fantastic send-off." I grinned.

"And what exactly does that mean?" The apprehension in her voice was oh-so-sweet, but I had prepared.

"Hold my drink.” I picked up a wine glass just to hand it off to her before stepping away.

Ditzy glanced at the wine, at me and then slugged the whole glass back. “I think I’m going to need that.”

“Everyone," I said, holding my arms out wide and letting loose my light magic so it shone down on me, making me the star of the ball. "I regret to inform you that I will be departing here shortly. I know it has only been a short time and I couldn't satisfy you all." I shook my head as I rose steadily into the light above. "But never fear, I'm sure many of us will happily meet again." 

I gestured for my women and the goddesses to join me as I resumed the light show. "It was my great honor to serve Avente and destroy King Martin, all of the chancellors, as well as the den of the horrid monsters he was building to hunt mages. Though I do appreciate the King of Avente for all of its support." I pressed my hand to my chest and shook my head. “Never fear, for I will always be here in your hearts.”

My mother had her head in her hands.

I let the light pick all of us further into the sky and reached towards the night. I looked back with a parting smile to spot my mother shooing me off, clearly hoping I would move faster.

I scowled down at my mother and cleared my throat. "Fare you well, Avente, but I will be back one day."

As I finished speaking, I coated the entire palace ballroom in sudden, inky darkness, carrying my crew out of the ballroom, but not the palace.

“Well that was… something.” Emlyn said.

I then removed the veil of darkness, finding us somewhere in the depths of the palace. 

"And what, pray tell, was that about?" Ditzy asked.

"Obviously, it was a good exit. There’s nothing better than a good exit." I stated emphatically.

"I'm going to have to go with Ditzy on this one," Missy said. "Besides, why are we still in the palace?"

"Well," I gestured toward Maribelle, "she said she had something prepared for me here. And I couldn't exactly do the grand send-off and leave you all in the ball. Duh." I rolled my eyes at the silly question, only to get a slow blink from the goddess.

"I see. That makes perfect sense," she said, and I beamed. "Is that what you expect me to say?" She rounded on me, unfairly, I might add.

"Well, I expected you to be at least a little appreciative." I frowned.

"I'll be sure to be more appreciative in the future," Missy said. "Now what are we supposed to do?"

"Well, I can send you all out, of course." I replied.

"So you can go spend time with Ditzy?" Emlyn asked. There was an edge of strange curiosity in her tone.

"No, I promised Maribelle. Why would I go anywhere with Ditzy?" I was confused at how this conversation had shifted.

"See? You owe me," Emlyn said, turning to the goddess herself.

"I don't know if that entirely counts," Ditzy hedged.

"It most certainly counts. You asked, he denied you. Pay up," Emlyn held out a hand.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Why is there a bet happening?" I looked between the two of them for an answer.

"You don’t want to keep Maribelle waiting. Off you go." Emlyn shooed me.

Ditzy gave me a lingering look. "You are always welcome to change your mind, Ard," Ditzy batted her lashes.

"Huh?" I frowned at her. "What am I changing my mind about? I promised Maribelle. Thus, Maribelle will get time with me tonight. I appreciate the flattery," I picked up Ditzy's hand and kissed the back of it, "but, flattery or no, a promise is a promise."

The goddess opened her mouth unsure how to respond and instead flapped it around like a dead fish.

Missy began laughing. “Oh. Ditzy. You’ve so thoroughly lost. Last dance to clinch it, huh?”

I then hummed to myself, "Guess we need to figure out how to send you all out.”

“I’ll handle it. Give me a moment.” Missy calmed herself down before waving a hand and swallowing the rest of the group in darkness, leaving just me and Maribelle in the palace.

"Now, where were we?" I said, turning back to a patient, yet undeniably eager, Maribelle. 

"You were just upset with my performance tonight, sir," Maribelle dipped her head.

I nearly scoffed at how she started our game. I would never be disappointed with Maribelle, but I was happy to entertain this plot. "Yes, to think you would drop this on me at the last minute, my pet. Have you forgotten what happened last time you disappointed me?" I asked and stroked her head.

"I'm terribly sorry, sir." Maribelle dipped her head low, and for a moment I glanced about, wondering where exactly we were in the palace.

There wasn't a speck of dust, as if the space had been maintained, but it was well-decorated enough that I expected it belonged to someone from the royal family. There were perfume bottles lining a shelf, so a woman's.

I turned slowly back to Maribelle. "Maribelle, whose room is this?" I asked, noticing makeup sitting by a mirror, but not a single hair brush. 

"Carmilla's," Maribelle replied without an ounce of guilt. 

My eyes nearly popped out of my head. "Wait, wait. Our little adventure tonight starts in Carmilla's room?" 

"Oh, this isn't her room, at least not her real one," Maribelle gestured at everything. "It's simply made to look like her room, and she did use it as a study often." 

“If this isn't her room. Where is her room?" I asked. 

"She was paranoid to the point that her real room is down in tunnels under the palace," Maribelle explained.

I deadpanned. "Are you telling me Carmilla had secret tunnels under the palace?" 

"Yes, sir." Maribelle bowed daintily.

This time I grabbed her with real emotion. "My pet, I am sorely disappointed you did not tell me we had access to something so cool earlier." I lowered my voice as I lorded over her.

Maribelle swallowed audibly. "I'm sorry, Master."

"As you should be. Need I mention the punishment that you will endure for this failure?" I pressed.

Maribelle shuddered, her eyes squeezed tight with delight. "I'm sorry, perhaps I need retraining." She offered.

"It sounds like you do." I pushed her back against the wall, my hot breath washing against her face as she took a shaky inhale filled with anticipation. 

"Run," I said like I'd proclaimed a start to a race.

My curvy maid was deceptively fast as she bolted, faster than a rabbit having seen a fox. She darted for a bookshelf and pulled one of the books, causing the thing to swing on a lever.

I wasn't supposed to catch her yet. I knew exactly what she wanted.

Maribelle liked to be chased, pinned and used. She wanted to hand over the reins of making decisions and just be lusted and loved. It was even better if she could drive me wild to the point that I got rough in passion.

"Do you think some secret passage is going to be enough to save you, pet?" I taunted her. "Run, run as fast as you can. You will never escape me." 

Through our bound souls, I could feel the thrill race up her spine at my words, yet she was still slipping past the hidden door as soon as it cracked open enough for her to squeeze her body through.

Even then, I summoned a small platform of stone to zip after her as she ran with inhuman speed, glancing over her shoulder with undisguised excitement before zipping further through Carmilla's warren of secret passages. 

No matter how far she got ahead, she wasn't escaping me. I could simply sense where she was at all times, even though she made sure I saw which corner she turned down at each crossroads. 

"My pet, the more you run, the harder your punishment will be." I flew casually down the hall, marveling at the system that Carmilla had in place.

The maze of tunnels had to cover the entire palace, the grounds, and even connect into the city itself. I was fairly certain these were old, even ancient. The stone had been untouched by magic for so long.

Maribelle's blonde curls streamed out behind her as she twisted through the hallways, only to suddenly stop. She took several quick turns and stopped again. I slowed my approach and stepped down off the platform. 

"Oh, silly Maribelle," I murmured. "My pet, I've told you that you simply cannot escape me, no matter how hard you try."

She darted into a room that had no exit and hid, her excitement spiking and her breath audible.

I stopped right outside the door that I knew she was waiting behind.

Her heart was hammering in her chest, a potent mix of excitement and lust.

The last thing I wanted was to be boring. Reaching into the stone, I grabbed hold of it, only to twist it out on the other side to pin Maribelle in place before I rounded the corner. 

Her as her body shuddered and her eyes dilated into two giant pools staring back at me while she forgot to breathe.

I grabbed Maribelle by the chin and lifted it up to kiss her lush lips. “There you are my pet. You could never get away.” I ran my hand through her curls, my fingers tightening their grip at the roots, and pulled her firmly, and I hoped not too painfully, out of the corner. Then again, the way she fought, I doubt a little hair pulling would even bother her.

"Please," Maribelle whimpered, but she couldn't hide her panting breath.

"You're begging me to train you. I hadn't known you needed it quite so much." I glanced around the room that I found myself in.

It had been recently cleaned, likely earlier in the day, no doubt Maribelle's work. There was a simple four-poster bed on one side while the other held a small private study with a bookshelf that appeared to be filled with handwritten logs and journals. There were several items that I was certain hadn't been there previously, including cords of oiled leather, silk ribbon, a riding crop and even chains. 

"On your knees, pet," I commanded, pushing Maribelle down. 

"Master, I'll do anything," she breathed in, scooted an inch forward, her nose nuzzling against my crotch, only to place a soft kiss on my pants. 

"You will, won't you?" I said as darkness sprang up from behind Maribelle, binding her hands before it stretched out and put a collar around her neck as well. "No hands. You have three minutes to please me." 

I summoned a stone throne and sat down.

Maribelle practically dove into my lap, her teeth deftly working with her tongue to pop the button on my pants and pull my zipper down until she had me sprung free, my cock past her lips and down her throat. 

I feigned disinterest, sitting in the chair and staring down at her while I leaned on my arm. But the truth was she felt incredible with not just the warm sheath of her throat running up and down my cock but the sense of power sitting here and demanding it be done.

If anything, it drove her further as she used her tongue to hold me tight in her mouth and tickle at my balls when she took me all the way.

"It seems you grossly overestimated yourself," I continued to play my role and grabbed her by her hair to stop her. She looked up at me with pleading eyes.

"Sir, you said I had more time.” Maribelle begged.

If she kept that up I was going to pop way too soon and completely ruin my master image.

“You dare talk back to me? Stand up." I beckoned and Maribelle stood, uncertain of what came next.

"Lay on your back," I pointed to the bed.

Maribelle moved to the bed in an instant, already lifting her skirt and raising her legs, only for me to slap her legs closed.

"Greedy little pet. What have you done to earn that pleasure?" I asked. "Turn around and put your head off the bed." 

Maribelle spun around onto her back, her hanging off the bed, mouth open. It was a fantastic sight with her pale chest heaving with each breath. Her neck extended and my collar around her neck was on display while her blonde curls draped down the bed and onto the floor.

I grabbed her by the chin, sticking my thumb in her mouth.

My eager pet licked and sucked at my finger, her eyes begging me for the opportunity to please me. 

I pulled my pants all the way down and kicked them aside, taking my time as I undid each button of my vest and shirt, before casting them aside as well. Only then did I grab her by the chest, squeezing her impossibly large mounds and making Maribelle moan sweet music. 

"Mouth open, head back," I ordered, and she complied, opening even further. I pressed forward, easily sliding down her throat.

Maribelle choked on me briefly before she grew accustomed to my length.

With my hands still on her chest, I played with them and used them like handlebars as I began to push myself all the way to the hilt before drawing it back out of her throat. It was almost too much and I could barely hold myself from busting right then.

All of the teasing tonight seems to have made me sensitive. I wondered if she had planned that because I lost control, using her mouth for myself.

Maribelle sputtered and gasped but I completely ignored the noise, seeking my own pleasure the way she wanted me to. She wanted to be used, to be my tool in every way, whether that be to kill, to rule, or simply to enjoy.

I could feel myself already about to burst. Something about the persona I took on with Maribelle was thrilling, and the peak came suddenly as I pulsed in her throat. Hot seed drained from me and poured into her. I pulled out slowly when I was done. 

Maribelle swallowed and licked her lips. "Master, I think this one understands what she's done wrong.”

“Do you now?" I moved to the side, plucking a pitcher off an entire shelf of them and took a drink while I watched her laying on the bed, wondering if she would move and give me an excuse to punish her further. When she didn't, I gestured with my fingers, pulling at the dark magic still binding her arms behind her and lifting her onto her knees. 

"If you understand what you've done wrong, then show me you will be obedient." I ordered. 

"I would like another opportunity to serve," Maribelle said, her eyes boring into me with an unhealthy obsession. 

I sat down on a chair in the room, my legs spread apart and my member sticking proudly up into the air. Maribelle licked her lips, her eyes fixated on it. 

"Then come, my pet, prove to me that you understand." I offered.

She rolled off the bed deftly to her feet and stepped up to me. Her balance was impeccable as she stood on the arm of the chair with a single foot and raised herself up, her skirt brushing against my cock only to bring it underneath and sink down on me. To my own surprise, I found she was wearing nothing underneath the skirt, which was pointedly evident as her warm, wet slit enveloped my cock.

I groaned and leaned back as she sank down on me. 

"Master," she moaned and put her head against mine for balance as she began to lift and lower her hips in a steady rhythm, sliding herself over me. After a few intense moments, she shuddered and gasped, her insides twitching as a gush of her own fluids dripped down my balls. 

"Already, pet?" I scolded her. 

"I'm sorry, Master. Serving you just brings me too much joy." She lowered her eyes.

I grabbed her by the breasts hard and squeezed her nipples before twisting them as she began to pump herself over me, once again this time with a near panicked fervor.

"Don't take your pleasure again before mine," I said, trying to hold myself back. 

Maribelle panted, her forehead pressed against mine for balance as she rode me in sweet, panting breaths. Her eyes squeezed tight with concentration, soft moans slipping past her lips each time she landed in my lap. 

"If you come first, there will be more punishment," I said, sticking a hand down between her legs. I placed my knuckle in such a way that she was forced to rub her clit against it each time she raised and lowered herself over my cock. 

Maribelle gasped at the sudden sensation and tried to shift but without her hands couldn’t avoid the new stimulation. Several passes later, her insides twitched and she came all over me.

I slapped her tits hard enough to leave a red handprint and Maribelle came again, this time crying out in pleasure and passion. "Don't stop," I said, slapping the other tit just as hard.

Maribelle mewled and began pumping herself over me again. "Master," she worshipped breathlessly and stopped holding herself back as she fucked me with endless passion.

I put my fingers under the collar around her throat to pull her face down to mine and kissed her.

Her tongue swam into my mouth, twisting and twirling with my own. It was as if she was trying to steal my very breath as she panted and plunged herself over me in desperation.

I loved every second of it.

"Master," she begged, throwing herself on me as she came again.

This time, I slapped her ass. There was a satisfying smack as she took me all the way to the hilt and began rocking needily, looking up at me with devotion. 

"Please, Master, I only want to please you." She squeezed me tight and ran herself over me again. 

The look in her eyes, the pleading in her voice, and the whole situation sent me over the edge. I grunted and kissed her as I sprayed hot seed into her needy pussy. 

"Oh, Master," she cried out. 

I practically threw myself out of the chair, grabbing her by the metal collar around her neck and pushed her roughly against the wall. I began thrusting hard into her from behind, taking my satisfaction.

"Master," Maribelle cried in a needy voice that just made me even more feral.

I pushed her, pressed her with a bestial need to ram myself into her as hard and as fast as I could. I was so intent that I thought I heard a crack in the wall, only for the next thrust to prove me right.

A thin stone wall that had just been there to hide something gave way to our passion, causing the two of us to tumble into a hidden room within the already hidden space. Carmilla was clearly a very paranoid woman.

"Master," Maribelle said, twisting around and wrapping her ankles around my hip to remind me that I had something important to attend to. She pulled me down to the ground, and I was lost again in my maid.