Chapter 1: Drachenmagd #1

The Red Serpent

It is now that we regretfully inform you that your father – Master Klaus Faust – has passed away at the young age of 47. Thus his estate, his land, and his title, befall to you. It is with this knowledge in mind that we recommend you make the travel to his estate, in order to properly be acquainted with his personal affects, as well as his will.

From the desk of Igrene.

No matter how many times he read this letter, he simply could not believe the news. In fact everything about it was just so odd. A letter... in this day and age, as oppose to a phone call, or an e-mail. No... a letter. A letter printed on such fine stationary, with equally as elegant handwriting as well.

The information it held however, that's what was most shocking of all.

Sebastian Milieus, age 19. When you think of a young man, he's probably the last person that would come across your mind. He lacked the gumption and presence that one would suspect of a man of his age and station. Was he the tallest? No. Was he the strongest? No. Instead he had messy, curly blond hair, delicate features, clear, wide eyes, and a dainty, lithe body. Yes, not exactly the definition of 'manliness', would you say?

Sebastian was good, and that's what you'd hear about him if you were to speak to any of his neighbors. Growing up in a small community where everyone knew everyone, many would tell you of the good kid Sebastian who'd always lend a helping hand if you'd ask him. He always had this soft and kind disposition on his face, even though his personality made him come off as the shy, quiet type. He didn't talk much either, never saying anything beyond a 'Hello', or a 'How was your day', and of course 'See ya later'. However, the conversations you'd have with him – as rare as they may be – were typically the kind of conversations that stick with you. Not because they're profound, not because they make you think, not even because they're particularly entertaining, but because they're so simple.

If a conversation can be heartwarming, then Sebastian had mastered such an art.

Brown eyes staring at the letter before him, he still couldn't believe what he was reading. He had probably read it a hundred times now, even though he had just gotten it a couple of days ago. The idea that Klaus Faust had passed... it was unbelievable. Then again, what did Sebastian know? The last time he saw the man was fifteen years ago, and even then, he could barely remember it.

To think the first message he'd get from his father would be a summons to hear his will. This has got to be a joke, right?

“Sebastian! Dinner's ready!” a voice suddenly called from downstairs.

“C-coming!” he replied as he pulled himself up from his bed.

Gazing back towards the letter in his hand, his fingers trembled for a few moments before he finally sat the letter upon his desk. Running his hand through his hair to ruffle his blond locks, a puzzled sigh left his lips as he made way out of his simple bedroom. Through the halls, down the stairs and towards the main hall of this rather small home, one meant for four people, five at the max. But this one was home to only three: Sebastian himself, and--

“There you are!”

“Hey, Aunt Rita. Uncle Jack.”

Staring ahead as he entered the kitchen, his eyes befell a rather cheery and gleeful woman, one with long black hair that had been tied back into a ponytail, and an endless smile on her lips. She was standing next to a man who sat at the table, one of similar age to her. He was burly, had short black hair, and where as she was energetic, he was far more restrained and relaxed.

A pleasant aura radiated from the two, one that drew Sebastian in, as it always did day after day. His aunt and uncle, the people who he lived with following... well... that event.

“You're looking a bit shaken, kiddo,” said his Uncle Jack, an eyebrow raised as he laid his hands on the table, “Something wrong?”

“Oooh! I bet it's that letter again!” Aunt Rita answered as she began passing out plates of food to them, “Ever since you got it, you've been stowed up in your bedroom all day and all night, only coming out to eat and go to work! I can't believe it!”

“Calm down, Rita,” Jack said in an attempt to rein his wife in, “The kid learned his father died.”

“Some father he is! Or... uh... was!” Rita replied whilst wagging her finger dismissively in the air, “He wasn't there for Sebastian not once since he was a child! Not even when... when...” she clenched her hand in the air, eyes closing shut even as she passed over what she wanted to add on, “Ah! And when he does reveal himself, it's just so he can say he's dead. Well I say good riddance!”

“Ritttaaaaaa...” muttered Jack as his eyes rolled, only for them to settle back on the young man across from him on the table, “So what are you going to do about it, Sebastian? From what I remember about your father, he was rather rich. Like... the master of some estate, I think. If he's calling you to hear his will, he probably has something to give you.”

“What if its just some debt?” Rita added, “You know, in certain places of the world, if a person dies without paying off their debts, those debts fall to their next of kin. And since... well...” she shook her head, “Sebastian's the next of kin! What if he's calling Sebastian there to have him pay off his debts!?”

“A guy like him? I don't think so,” Jack answered whilst shaking his head, “That guy's the kinda guy you make debts to, not the other way around,” he shrugged his shoulders as his gaze returned to Sebastian, “Maybe he wants to give you something, something important. Why else would he send you a letter? And if he did reach out to you of all people, it must be important. I doubt you're the only family he's had in all his years of living.”

“Well it doesn't matter, because Sebastian's not going, right, Sebastian?” Rita said as her eyes shifted to face her nephew.

Put under the spotlight like this, all Sebastian could do was gaze between his aunt and uncle rather quickly. He didn't know what to say or what to do; it's like they both wanted him to make a decision right then and there! Though, he has had a few days to do so, a few days of endless nights spent staring at that cursed letter.

On one hand, his Aunt Rita was right. Not once did his father attempt to reach out to him, following the tragedy that befell him. No letter, no phone call, no nothing. Even when Sebastian tried to get in contact with him on his own end, the old man seemingly acted like he never existed. Had it not been for his aunt and uncle, he didn't know where he would be! So to be told that Klaus was dead was equal parts elating for him, as it was sad. But he couldn't really cry for a person he didn't know all too well.

On the other hand, well, his uncle was right; Klaus Faust may not have been there for him in his life, but he was incredibly rich. From what Sebastian could remember in his youth, he lived in a mansion that was comparable to a castle, one with tall, grand gates and walls, whilst resting on a beautiful mountainside beach. He also had many servants and maids who waited on his every whim, though Sebastian could only remember a handful of them.

If this letter truly was a summons to hear his will, then maybe his father was going to give him something. It was hard to believe, impossible even, but hey, what's the worse that could happen? He goes there just to get disappointed again? Possible... but it's hard to be disappointed when you're hopes are already incredibly low.

Even if you are still a tad bit hopeful for... something.

“Sebastian?” Rita called, noticing his sudden downward shift.

“Aunt Rita... Uncle Jack...” he answered as he glanced between the two of them, “I... I'm going to my father's estate.”

“WHAT!?” cried his aunt at the top of her lungs, while his uncle merely chuckled.

“Well ya heard the kid? He wants to go,” Jack answered, a wry grin on his lips, “Makes sense too. If he's anything like his father, he at least wants to know for sure what's going on up there, even if he doesn't like the old man!”

“My father had this letter sent to me,” Sebastian continued, “So... I just want to see why he did so? Why now after all these years? And why not before he died? Why wait until he's already gone? So I can't confront him myself?” he shook his head, “I want to see it. I want to see everything, no matter what it is.”

“Good man, Sebastian. Good man,” Jack said as he gave his nephew an approving nod, “So... when do you plan on leaving to go?”

“Sebastian...” muttered his aunt weakly.

“The end of next week,” Sebastian answered, “I've already been wired money by my father's estate so that I can buy a plane ride there so...”

“And then what...?” Rita asked.

Sebastian smiled at her.

…

Well... I'll see when I get there...

The rumbling that echoed beneath his feet could easily match with the uncontrollable pounding within his chest. His heart was racing a mile a minute, making him fear that he may go into cardiac arrest from the sheer madness of it all. He thought he'd calm down on the plane ride, but no. He thought he'd calm down as he waited for the train, but no. He hoped that he'd relax during the train ride but... yet again, no. He was still brimming with anxiety.

Sebastian could barely restrain himself as his eyes gazed longingly out the window beside him. Rushing by were beautiful green lands and ancient aqueducts, bringing to mind travel photos from Italy. Perhaps if he wasn't so antsy, he would have taken pictures of them; his aunt would surely love to see that. But as it was right now, he just couldn't bring himself to do anything but stare.

Along the way, more and more buildings appeared, dotting the lands as the area grew more contemporary. The artistic structures of elegant buildings stood proud for all to see, coaxing a gasp of amazement from Sebastian's lips. He even found his mind thinking back to days past, remembering an event from eons ago. Yes, he had been here before... the beautiful city from his latent memories and dreams.

The Elegant City of Schonheit! Or just Schonheit if you wish to skip the formalities.

Slowly his train came to a halt at Hund Station, the riders on board exiting with Sebastian being among them. His backpack on his shoulders and his suitcase dragging alongside him, the young man gazed in awe towards the land around. So many people were walking left and right, reminding him of the metro stations of his home. Was Hund Station that busy? It didn't feel like it, especially as he exited said station, entering a rather quiet, quaint metropolis.

Schonheit felt like a city plucked straight out of the history books. Its buildings were all old, and even the cars the people drove were of older models. But don't think that it made Schonheit feel antiquated in the least bit; this is the Elegant City after all! No, its age exuded a sense of style and class that was unmatched in any city Sebastian had ever visited. It's buildings may not be tall, but they were numerous, and not one of them felt out of place or trashy. Even the sidewalks and city streets lacked any sort of grim or graffiti to them.

Just standing here made Sebastian feel better, a cool gust of wind even causing his blond hair to bounce. But he couldn't enjoy it for too long before his eyes settled on the streets before him, reminding himself of why he was here.

His father may have paid for his plane ride and even the train ride, but it didn't seem like he set up a way for Sebastian to make it to his estate. So... guess he needed to call himself a cab! But that's okay, the time alone would help Sebastian further steel his thoughts for what laid before him.

Then again, if he was still anxious after that plane and train ride, perhaps it wouldn't.

Standing on the sidewalk outside of Hund Station, Sebastian spent a few minutes hailing a cab. It took a while, but eventually one came pulling up, its surface a smooth brown. Thanking the driver silently, Sebastian slowly stowed his things within its trunk before getting inside its back seats.

“Guten Abend, sir,” said the driver, an older man with brown hair and stubble along his chin and cheeks.

“H-hello,” Sebastian answered, his hand shyly waving back.

“So, where too?” asked the driver, causing the blond to briefly stumble.

“R-right! Um... to the Estate... wait... Faust Estate. T-take me to Faust Estate.”

“Faust Estate?” repeated the driver, his voice in awe, “Now why would a guy like you want to go there?”

“Wh-what? Y-you know of it?” Sebastian said in shock.

“Of course, everyone in Schonheit knows about Faust Estate,” the cab driver answered as he began pulling away from the sidewalk, “The Faust family have practically run this city for eons! At least, that's what I've always been told.”

“R-really...?” Sebastian muttered in awe, “Is that true?”

“That's what my mother's told me since I was a wee lad,” answered the driver, “That whoever's the head of the Faust Estate, is secretly the head of Schonheit as a whole,” he shrugged his shoulders, “It sounds like a load of baloney to me, but I do know those Faust guys are big-wigs here. Well... course, I also heard that its current head died recently...”

“Do you know how he died...?” Sebastian asked, to which the driver shook his head.

“Nope. No one knows, really. One of his maids just made the announcement at the town hall a week or so ago, and apparently, it's some big tragedy or something. Word around town is that there's no head to the estate no more, so everyone's wondering what's gonna happen. Personally, I don't think a damn things gonna change! That Klaus guy didn't do much for the city already, so why's it a big deal if he kicked the bucket!? Har har har!”

His laughter caused Sebastian to shrink, his eyes even turning to look out the window as an uncomfortable sigh left him. Hearing this, the cab driver grew silent, his eyes glancing at the young man from over his shoulder. It was then that he realized he never really got an answer to that question of his before. So he asked again...

“Hey lad... why are you going to the Faust Estate again?”

“Huh? Oh... r-right...” Sebastian muttered as he shifted his gaze back to him, “Klaus Faust is... or... was my father... I've come to hear his will...”

“Aaaah... oooooh... oof... well then... I'm sorry to hear that, lad,” he said, mentally kicking himself for his disrespectful words before, “I apologize for what I said.”

“No, no... it's fine... I... I uh... I barely knew him myself...”

Sebastian grew silent then, the cab driver doing likewise. A rather sad and depressing air had befallen the both of them, doubly so in Sebastian's case. The knowledge he now had on his father didn't make things any better. Did he really control this land, or was that just the mindless rambling of this cab driver's mother? Sebastian didn't know, but it did make his heart quiver all the more.

Just what exactly was he getting himself into?

The drive to the estate was an uneventful and largely silent one. The cab driver did turn on the radio, but Sebastian was far too lost in his thoughts to listen. Instead he focused on the lands beside him, Forests, fields, and of course, the mountainous ridge that laid along the ocean beaches; Schonheit had it all, and Sebastian watched as it drifted by. The closer he felt himself getting to Faust Estate, the more his heart began to quake. Okay, at this rate, he actually might have a heart attack! He needed to temper himself.

But as they drove along the endless green fields outside of Schonheit, Sebastian's eyes befell the image of brick walls coming into view. They were getting closer and closer, causing him to gasp in awe and beauty of it all. He made the same sound years ago when he was four; yes, he remembered that.

Somehow...

Faust Estate was a crown jewel, even among mansions and villas. Its red hue was unlike any other structure, especially against the browns and yellows of Schonheit. The grandiose architecture was Baroque in style, exuding a sense of majesty that made the mansion feel less like a mansion or a villa, but instead a palace. It certainly had the size to match, and even beat out some real palaces in the world!

“Alright kiddo, this is the place,” said the cab driver as he parked his car right outside the front gates of the Estate, “Can you get inside?”

Shifting over a bit, Sebastian's hand reached into his pocket in order to pull out an elegant key. It was long and gold in color, with a spiked bow, jagged key wards, and the design of a serpent running along its shaft. Sebastian clutched this key close, for it too came with the letter he gained in the first place.

“Yeah... I can get inside,” Sebastian answered as he slowly pulled out his wallet next, “Thank you for the ride, sir.”

After paying for the drive and gathering his things from the trunk, Sebastian watched as the cab driver drove away, even waving farewell to him as he did so. But once that brown car vanished from sight, the young man turned to face the daunting gates of the Faust Estate. Gazing through its opulent bronze bars, he could see the amazing palace as it beckoned to him, closer and closer.

He could stand out here all day and all night if he wanted to, but the estate was going nowhere. He had traveled this far already, so there was no longer a need to wait around. Readying the key in his hand, Sebastian walked towards its gates and plunged it inside.

CLICK!

And it slowly began to slide open.

When he stood on the opposite end of the gates after closing them, Sebastian felt as if the air suddenly shifted around him. It caused him to stumble, his eyes growing wide as he stared at the opulent front doors of the Faust Palace. His heart was still rumbling, anxiety once again gripping him, but he further gained the courage to keep moving forward. Once more he readied that opulent key in his hand, plunging it into keyhole of the estate's front door. And after taking yet one more deep, deep breath, he twisted it and pushed it open.

Click!

Eeeaaaaarrrrrrnnnn!

“H-hello?” called Sebastian as he pushed the door open into the front lobby of the building, “Is anyone there?”

He was met with – you guessed it – silence. But this silence was different from normal silence. No, this silence dragged on endlessly, as if the young man was standing in a void out in space. The only thing he heard was his own breathing and the echo of his voice from before. Other than that... nothing. No servants, no whirring of an air conditioner or heater, not even the random moans and groans that all houses give at one point or another.

No, there was nothing. Just... nothing.

“It's me,” Sebastian called out as he closed and locked the doors behind him, “Sebastian! Uh... Sebastian Milieus. I arrived, just as the letter said I should!”

But just as before, Sebastian's cries were met with nothing but silence. Was there anyone even here? He thought so for a few moments, but as he walked deeper into the lobby, he found everything to be oddly undisturbed. There was even a bit of dust here and there, as if it had been a week or so since anyone had even stepped foot into this building.

A week or so, huh? Hmm...

“What is going on here...?” Sebastian muttered to himself, “I come here to listen to the will but... how can I listen to it if there's no one here to tell it to me?”

Traveling deeper into the palace, his eyes drinking in its beautiful design and architecture, Sebastian started exploring everything these halls had to offer. Stunned gasps left his lips, awed by the majesty of his home, as well as the wayward memories he had from days long gone.

Yes, he had been here before, he had walked along these very same halls, only he was smaller then. The one and only time he saw the home of his father, when he was nothing more than a four year old. At the time, he didn't quite understand what was going on, being so young and small. If he knew at the time that it was his mother's last bit gamble to put her son into his father's life... would he have done something different?

That's too much weight on the shoulders of a – at the time – four year old boy.

But now he was here, fifteen years later. His father, dead. His mother... haaah...

On the walls were portraits of many individuals from over the years, usually men, but a few women here and there as well. From what Sebastian could surmise, they were all former owners of the estate; his ancestors. They ran for many years down these hall, drifting on into times in the earlier centuries. And...

“Ah... yes... you...”

There it was; the last image he'd ever have of his late father. A golden, opulent frame with the imprint of serpents on it, holding the picture of a young man. Blond hair, hazel eyes, a goatee and mustache, and a wide grin that made him seem larger than life. He stood in such majestic red clothing, like a prince out of a fairy tale. A man who exuded power, style, and affluence.

So much affluence.

Klaus Wolfgang Faust, said the bottom of the frame.

Sebastian stared at it for a few moments, before looking away in a dismissive manner... only to stare back soon after.

Was it him, or was there something eerily similar of all these portraits? No, not the clothing, not even the overwhelming sense of power all the previous earls seemed to exhibit. No, it was the woman who stood in the background of each and every portrait. Her hair was long and blonde, her eyes the most beautiful pair of greens he's ever seen, and she wore a rather form-fitting dress that left little to the imagination. And... and... and...

What was that sticking out of her head? Horns?

This woman was there in the backdrop of every portrait, just standing in the distance and smiling towards the viewer. She was out of the way, and you'd be forgiven for missing her if you weren't paying attention. But Sebastian was, and it's so strange how prominent she was. In this portrait, in that portrait, in portraits that dated back to the 18^th century.

Just... what? How's that even possible? Maybe this woman was some sort of icon in the Faust family. It's not like Sebastian would be aware of it until now anyway.

For now he continued on through the opulent halls of the estate, staring through its many nooks and crannies to see nothing more than dusty, forgotten furniture. The cab driver mentioned a maid who told everyone of his father's death at the town hall, so... where was she? And if not her, then he had to have more maids and servants who worked beneath him; where were they? In fact, where was Igrene, the woman who supposedly sent him the letter in the first place?

Just what the hell is going on!?

“You know, if you're going to kill me and steal my identity, there's not much there you can have,” Sebastian said aloud as he continued to roam these halls aimlessly, “My father was the only one with money, not me.”

But even that cry was met with silence, with Sebastian eventually coming to a halt in a wide open room. This room – like many rooms in the estate – carried with it a red color, though gold lined its edges and its rugs. A room with many soft, opulent appearing couches and chairs, and a table in the center of it all. A fireplace laid to the north, windows resting at the west, and a desk resting to the east. And above all, their hung a chandelier, though its lights were out to cast the room in relative darkness. That is until...

“Where are you... ah! There you are!”

Click!

At the very least, this estate didn't take its elegant baroque style too seriously; it had some modern conveniences as well!

Having turned the lights on, Sebastian sat down on a chair, sinking into its soft sheets. He also realized how tired he was during his endless walking and exploring, with it all seemingly befalling his body right now. And with that, he found himself doing – what else – thinking.

So he made it here to his father's estate, and for what? Nothing. Clearly his father couldn't greet him; he was dead. But what about his workers, his maids, his butlers, his servants? Where were they? Was this all nothing more than just some elaborate joke? A trick played by his late father upon his bastard son? Was it wrong to say that Sebastian wouldn't put it beyond him? Was there even a will here for him to find, or was he going to go back home empty handed?

“Good job, Sebastian... goooood joooooob...” he muttered to himself in a defeated manner, “Hah... what a crock...”

Well... at least he was here, with the entire Faust Estate all to himself to explore, at least until he got bored. He could enjoy the opulence this house afforded him before he'd be forced to return home eventually. But for now... for now...

“Haaah...”

He hadn't gotten much sleep since the plane ride... no, no, he hadn't gotten much sleep since before the plane ride here. His body was thus assaulted by the desperate need to sleep, less he find himself passing out somewhere random in his home. What better place then than the comfiest chair he'd ever rested upon.

Sebastian's eyes began to quiver, falling shut, only to open... then fall shut again. Over and over and over again until finally...

“Haaaah... zzzzzzzzz...”

And yet...

“Seeebaaaaaaaastttttiiiiaaaaaaaaannn...”

“Hmmm...?”

“Maaaaaassttteerrrrrr...”

“Haaaaah... wha... who....?”

“Seeeeebbaaaaaaaassssttiiiiaaaaaaaan...”

His brown eyes slowly began to open, the glow of sunset immediately beaming upon his face. Wincing and pulling back, Sebastian blocked the sun from his eyes with his arm, only for a shadow to step in front of the windows. It grabbed the blinds of said windows, pulling them close so that the oppressive glow of the sunlight would not assault him. At first he didn't realize what was going on, until it hit him that someone had to close said windows.

“W-what!?” Sebastian shouted as he straightened up on his chair, eyes cutting ahead towards the window before him... and the woman who stood in front of it.

She was taller than him by a fair bit, standing well over six feet tall. And yet, this statuesque height of hers did not take away from her womanly beauty in the least bit. A woman who's body held such a prestigious figure to it, slender along the back, surprisingly bountiful in her buttocks, not to mention busty in her chest. And with that red dress she was wearing, her curvaceous figure left little to the imagination.

If only he could focus on any of that with her thick tail swinging in the way!

It sat right above her buttocks; a long, serpentine tail, one coated in red and white scales. Curiously, the end of her tail was forked... for some strange reason. Those two bits even moved independently of one another, showing an incredible level of control on this woman's end.

This woman... was she even a woman? What with her tail... and her horns. They jutted from the top of her head and curled around towards the front, almost like a segmented crown. They were also red at the bottom yet white at the top, much like her tail. Staring at her horns made Sebastian realize that the woman had turned to face him fully, meaning he could gaze upon her face.

Her beautiful face.

Green eyes wide, yet pupils slit like a reptile. Golden-blonde hair that glowed in the sunset light, a beauty mark beneath her mouth... and a feather duster in her hand. Her lips were at first curled in a surprised little 'o', only to slide out into an approachable smile. She even walked towards him, her majestic skirt dragging softly against the ground, though Sebastian pulled away in his chair, as if to escape the mysterious woman he found himself with.

“Wh-who are you!?” he snapped, naturally on high alert.

“Sebastian...” she repeated, that smile on her face not fading, though she continued walking towards him, “Finally... you are here, after all this time, you've come to us. You've returned.”

“Who. Are. You!?” he shouted, taking her aback.

“Oh... hah... apologies,” she answered as her hands smoothed down her dress, her green eyes returning to his face, “You're so confused, aren't you?”

Her voice... it carried with it this soothing tone. Despite being on edge due to how sudden and mysterious her appearance was, Sebastian found himself calming down. Not fully mind you; he was still alerted, just not as alerted as he was before.

Nevertheless, the woman placed aside her feather dusty, her hands moving down to the hem of her dress. Pulling it open slightly, she crossed her legs between one another as she performed an honorable bow and curtsy before him.

“I am Igrene, head drachenmagd of the estate,” the woman finally answered amid her curtsy, “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Master Sebastian.”

“Master Sebastian?” he repeated, before his mind latched onto something else, “Wait... drachenmagd? D... dragon maid?”

“Ara ara... you catch on fast, Master,” the woman – Igrene – answered with a smirk, her green eyes giving a glow.

Drachenmagd... dragon maid... well... that explained the tail and horns... kinda...

“What is going on...?” Sebastian muttered to himself as Igrene walked to his side, her hand extended out towards him.

“I'm sure you have dozens of questions, hundreds even,” said the drachenmagd, drawing his eyes over towards her, “That is why I called you here, so that I could properly explain everything to you.”

“You called me here...?” he repeated, before realization struck him, “Wait... Igrene? Your name's Igrene, right? You... you were the person who sent the letter to me in the first place.”

“But of course,” said the woman, her hand resting on her chest as she gave him a nod, “As I said before, I am the head drachenmagd of the estate. When... haaaah...” she regretfully looked away, appearing teary-eyed for a moment, “When Master Klaus passed away, it fell to me to notify his next of kin...” her eyes returned to Sebastian, “Which is you.”

“R-really? I am seriously my father's next of kin? Me?” said Sebastian in an incredulous manner, “The kid he didn't even want?” he shook his head, “Are you sure he doesn't have, like, hundreds of other kids running around out here?”

“If he does, then unfortunately, I know not of them,” Igrene answered, “You are the one and only legitimate child of his, and the only one he bothered to keep up with over these years. He was aware of you up until his death, making finding you easy on my end.”

“He was... aware of me? He... kept up with me...?”

To hear such a thing left Sebastian stunned, his eyes even darting around briefly as if he was physically looking for an answer. If his father really was keeping tabs on him, was that a good thing or a bad thing? At least his father cared to do so but... tch... that's kinda creepy and... really, it made Sebastian even angrier. His father had the presence of mind and time to keep him in his sights, which meant he knew all of the hardships Sebastian suffered through, especially in regards to his mother.

So why didn't he do anything?

“Master Sebastian...?” Igrene said, noticing his shift in demeanor, “Is something the matter? You look tense now...”

And how; it showed on his face. The anger, the pain, the frustrations. It wasn't directed at her, instead shot off to the side as if he could see his father standing there. Its only when Igrene placed her hand on his hand that he was finally snapped of his inner thoughts.

“Master Sebastian,” she even called, bringing his gaze up towards her.

“Why... why are you calling me 'Master' Sebastian?” he asked, “I'm no 'master' of anything...”

“Huh? But... oh! Right!” Igrene smiled as she gave another courteous bow, “You just arrived earlier today, did you not? Meaning you have yet to read your father's will! Come with me; I will take you to it!”

Turning to face the entrance to the lounge room, Igrene walked towards it with Sebastian stumbling to follow behind. He left his backpack and his suitcase in doing so, his eyes far too trained on the extra appendages Igrene had. Her tail and horns... those weren't natural, obviously. And her tail in particular slithered with such skilled, serpentine movements, further proving the whole 'dragon' thing. No wings though... huh...

Particularly, gazing at her tail caused his eyes to start leering at her buttocks as well. The slender figure of her upper body that held her busty breast, as well as her large butt. A blush adorned his face as he found himself leering at these assets too deeply. Hey, he was still a young man; there's nothing wrong with marveling at older... mmm... taller... haaah... statuesque... beautiful women, right?

Hmm...

The more he looked a her though, the more he started to realize there were tiny details in the dress she wore. Things like feathered edges, even something hard like talons being sewn within it seams symmetrically. It further added to the whole idea that she was indeed a dragon.

A dragon... he wasn't seriously entertaining the notion that she was a dragon, right? Right? That's... that's impossible! But... wait... Igrene. She was the same woman from all the portraits; the one he saw in the background! Not only that, but the Faust estate held the imprint of a serpent in specific locations, such as the master key which he currently had on his person.

Haah! Sebastian's well of questions only continued to grow! He just needed to know what was going on; who was Igrene, was she really a dragon, was she really that old, what happened to his father, and – in general – what the hell is going on here!?

“Igrene I--”

“And we're here!” she suddenly said, cutting him off.

“Wh-what?”

“We're here...” she repeated, her hand moving to the door before them, “This is the Master's Study. Aaah... your father would spend many hours in this room. His will is in here.”

Hearing this, Sebastian grew deathly silent while Igrene pushed open the door to the room. On the other end there was nothing but darkness, the curtains having been closed to keep the sunlight out. Sebastian walked inside nonetheless, realizing the room was incredibly large. Bookcases laid at the northern wall behind the desk, and the rugs beneath his feet were incredibly elegant and plush. He couldn't see much however, not until...

“FUUUSSS!!!”

With one mighty roar, the curtains in the room all split open, allowing sunlight to come cascading within. It easily illuminated the grandiose study, while an astonished Sebastian gawked speechlessly at it. Eventually his eyes came turning to face Igrene once again, her hands smoothing down her dress, before her gaze met his gaze.

“Is something the matter, Master Sebastian?” Igrene asked curiously.

“You... you're really a dragon, aren't you?” Sebastian asked, to which a kind smile adorned her lips.

“Ara~ there's so much for you to learn, Master,” Igrene said as she pointed her hand towards the desk, “Go please, read your father's will. After, I will answer any and all questions you may have.”

Sebastian opened his mouth to ask another one regardless, only to shut it close. Instead his eyes gazed ahead towards the mahogany desk before him and the silver envelop that rested on its smooth surface. Approaching it slowly, the young man moved around behind the desk to sit into its large, opulent, and incredibly soft chair. His gaze remained stern however, focused on the letter before him, and the contents within.

“Did my father sit in this chair?” Sebastian asked as he grabbed the letter, to which Igrene nodded.

“Yes. He was a very dutiful and dedicated master.”

“Tch...”

Hearing such praise for his estranged father caused bile to form within Sebastian. How could someone like him – someone who abandoned his son – be labeled as 'dutiful'. Yeah right... guess Igrene wasn't there for his wilder, younger days.

Regardless, Sebastian held Klaus' will close to him, his eyes suddenly hard and sharp. It's seal too was opulent, having been waxed on with the imprint of – you guessed it – a serpent. Gaze growing even tenser, Sebastian slid his thumbs beneath the envelop, parting and pulling it open. Inside laid stationary just as elegant as one would suspect... not to mention one that was red in color. And the words printed on it were written in gold-colored ink.

Huh... was all this really necessary?

Dear Sebasian.

If you are reading this, then my waning health has not improved over the coming days, meaning I have finally passed. Even now, I find my hand locking up, my print may not be as eloquent as it used to be. You no doubt you have many questions, as well as frustrations directed towards me and my absence in your life.

Just reading that made Sebastian grip the letter harder.

I always had my eye on you in life, Sebastian. I was always there to make sure you were okay. Even during that harrowing time when your mother died, I kept you in my sights.

“Then why didn't you... haaaah!” Sebastian growled, as if the deceased man could hear him. Nevertheless, he continued reading on.

You have no reason to forgive me, I admit that. In life, I was at best an absentee father, and at worse an harmful one. On multiple occasions I threatened your mother with legal activity if she brought to light the affair we had which produced you.

“What kind of man... rrrgghh!”

It was getting incredibly difficult to keep reading this letter, but Sebastian didn't stop. Meek though he may be, he was not a coward.

When I was a young man, my father would take me hunting outside the halls of this very estate. Even after my father passed, the memories of those days stuck with me forever. In my haste to forget you and your mother even existed, I abandoned the one chance I had at being a father at all. Save for that one time when you were four and we traveled the woods together.

Sebastian remembered that day; it was the only time he felt as if he knew the man who was his father. Closing his eyes, he thought back to that day, where he also remembered the fact that they weren't alone in their hunt. There was someone else with them but... aaah... that day was so long ago and his hatred towards his father so strong, that his memories of that event had grown muddled. So he returned to the letter.

Speaking of which, the writing here had grown strained and weak, as if Klaus was struggling to write. He really was dying...

Ironic then that in my last days, the savior of the Faust Estate falls to you: the son I never wanted. Sebastian, I have no other children; you have no other siblings. You are an only child, and thus, the last one capable of carrying on the Faust legacy. I know it is presumptuous of me to ask you take on this role, but I am left with no choice. Perhaps then this is penance for my transgressions towards you and your mother, who did not deserve my abuse.

I am not asking for your forgiveness. The Faust family are a ruthless and stringent family; we rarely hand out pity, and certainly not towards those who have wronged us. Regardless of whether or not you accept it, you are my spawn; I am your father. With my death, the Faust Palace, Estate, our wealth, and our name, all fall upon you and your shoulders. Thus I bequeath the entirety of the Faust Family's property to you, Sebastian Milieus. I pray that you are a far more noble man with it than I was in life.

And please, look after our maids. They are good girls, and they will treat you with the love, warmth and respect you so rightfully deserve.

From the desk of Master Klaus Wolfgang Faust.

And... that's it. That was all that was left. But... Sebastian's hands were trembling, and from his eyes a few tears fell. He was... crying? Why was he crying? Was it sadness and regret that he'd never know the man who was his father? Or was it anger and frustration towards the man who left him and his mother to suffer? Perhaps he was crying because of both of these things.

Regardless, Sebastian was left shaking after reading the letter, his eyes closed and his teeth grinding against one another. A few growls even left him as his head bowed down, followed by sobs and gasps. It wasn't until he felt a hand on his shoulder that Sebastian lurched up, his head turning to face the warm, beaming smile of Igrene.

He knew not who or even what this woman was but... her warm smile and consoling hand helped calm him down. And yet...

“Who are you...?” he asked, to which she smiled.

“My name is Igrene, head house-drachenmagd of the Faust Estate. I have served the Faust family for many, many, many years, and I will continue to do so well into the future, for as long as they will have me. It is my purpose in life.”

“Are there... others like you, Igrene? In fact... where were you when I arrived?”

“Oh yes, Master Sebastian, there are many others drachenmagds in the estate. It's just that... hmm... following the death of your father, we were left in a state of unrest. We've never been bereft of a Master before, since it's common for at least one to be around. Because of that, my sisters and I all laid dormant until your arrival. But it's not until I heard your voice that I finally woke up.”

“My words...? And what words were they?”

Igrene giggled.

“'Good job, Sebastian... goooood joooooob...' Ara ara! You sounded so sarcastic.”

“I thought no one was here, and I had just gone on a wild goose chase,” Sebastian muttered, to which Igrene giggled.

“My apologies. I promise, going forward, you need only snap your finger, and I will be at your side in a heartbeat.”

“Hrrmmm... so...” he shrugged his shoulders, “What now?”

“You are the master of the estate, Sebastian. That is for you to decide.”

Pulling back, his eyes returned to letter in hand, eyes running along the golden print laying on it. That's right; his father bequeathed everything in the Faust name to him. This land, this estate and everything within it, all belonged to him to do with as he pleased. Its vast wealth and even its name... all were now Sebastian's playthings.

Suddenly – and with no warning – luxury, wealth, and most importantly power, were all given to him. His hands even trembled as he realized what this meant... though he wondered if he should even have it. While he never struggled for cash in his life, everyone dreams of living in the lap of luxury. But now that he had it, it felt alien to him. Alien and wrong.

What did that cab driver say the on the ride here?

The Faust family have practically run this city for eons!

Just thinking about that made Sebastian sick to his stomach.

“Master? Is everything okay?” Igrene asked, sensing this shift in his demeanor.

“I... I'm not sure...” Sebastian answered, his head shaking, “I'm not even sure if I want this, Igrene.”

“What? Why would you say that? Have I done something to offend?”

“Huh? N-no! Of course not! You've been nothing but help since you woke me up!” he said, his head shaking, “It's just that... haaaaah... this... this is all still so much to take in,” he shook his head, “I'm... I don't know what to do...”

Igrene opened her mouth to speak, only to close it and nod. She understood what he meant; this was all so very heavy and hard to understand. Not to mention the fact that he didn't have anything to eat since the day started, and he honestly hadn't been acquainted with his bedroom yet, had he?

Hmmm...

“Master Sebastian.”

“Yes, Igrene?”

“Why don't you come with me? Allow me to lead you to the master bedroom so that you may properly rest. That should give you all the time you need to think.”

“Y... yeah...”

Yeah, actual sleep in an actual bed sounded nice right about now. With the weight of this estate resting on his shoulders, he'd need the time to think and come to an understanding with his new lot in life, and whether or not he actually wanted it. The money was nice of course, but the responsibilities? That's something else.

But... what responsibilities? Just more things he'd need to think about.

Silently Igrene took lead point, guiding Sebastian with her through the halls of the estate, Sebastian kept his head down due to his somewhat sour state, but he did take a few glimpses at his red surroundings. Of particular note was spiraling staircase that led to the second floor of the estate and how elegant it was. It also reminded Sebastian of just how large this palace was; he was only heading to the second floor, and there looked to be even more floors than that.

Speaking of the second floor, this seemed to be where a majority of the bedrooms were had. And there were so many of them; going on and on and on and on. Well, it wasn't called a palace for no reason, although this seemed to be overkill. Did the Faust family ever have this many family members all at once, or were these all guest rooms? Perhaps the maids and servants used them.

Oh, sorry, the drachenmagds of the estate probably use them. Oh... and to think there were more of them.

Somewhere.

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Sebastian wouldn't linger on such thoughts for long before coming to a pair of large, grand doors. Once again Igrene stood before them, her hand pressing upon its surface to push it open.

“Here, Master Sebastian. The Master Bedroom,” Igrene announced as she revealed a bedroom whose sheer size caused an audible gasp to leave Sebastian's lips.

Imagine if you will a bedroom fit for a king or a queen. Now imagine if it was twice that size; you'd get the master bedroom. It could have easily been a home in its own right with how big and spacious it was. There was even a pair of glass doors which led out to a balcony, one that would allow them to gaze out over Schonheit and its beaches.

The bed itself was grand as well, befitting a ruling lord. Naturally, it was red and gold in color, with a frame that stretched up in the air. Beautiful curtains even fell from the frame, adding to the lavishness of the bed. And...

“Huh... my things?” muttered Sebastian in surprise.

Indeed, his suitcase and backpack had already been moved to the bed's side, leaning against it. But he didn't take it here, and nor did Igrene, meaning...

“Ah, I see, Chamber Maid Selene has already woken up from your voice as well,” she commented, to Sebastian's further confusion.

“Chamber Maid... Selene...?” he said back, only for Igrene to shake her head in a dismissive manner.

“Do not worry about it; you'll meet her soon,” she answered, “Selene handles the bedrooms of the estate, so it's only a matter of time until you two meet.”

“Uh-huh... I see...” Sebastian muttered as he walked to the bed, falling face first upon its surface as he groaned with indifference.

His mind was awash with thoughts about the estate, his status, and his lot in life. To say he had a 'purpose' before would be a bit of a lie. He was a college student and... well... that's about it. He'd yet to even obtain a major, despite the fact that he excelled in whatever studies he applied himself to. It's just that... ever since the passing of his mother, he'd never really had anything one would call a 'plan'. He felt aimless, merely spending his days with his aunt and uncle between semesters, and that's about it.

And now – out of seemingly nowhere – he gained something close to a purpose. To lead the Faust estate as its new head... whatever that meant.

Fwump!

He felt a depression in the bed close to him; Igrene had sat down nearby. A part of him thought about looking at her, but he was still too sullen to do so. Instead he grabbed the bed's sheets tighter, an audible groan even leaving his lips. But Igrene did not leave; quite the opposite in fact. Reaching out her hand, she placed it gently on his head, stroking his blond hair.

Her touch... it was so soft... so tender... the way she touched him was akin to how a mother would touch a child. Gentle and loving, causing the venomous bile that built within him to slowly dissipate and die off. He even let out a soft sigh, his head turning to face Igrene to his right.

And he saw her smiling back at him.

“You remind me of Master Klaus. It's eerie how similar your faces are, especially in his youth,” she commented, much to Sebastian's displeasure.

“Please don't... don't mention him around me,” he muttered in frustration, “I'd rather not talk about my father.”

“You... you don't like your father, do you?”

“How could I, considering the things he did – or didn't do – for me,” he shook his head as he leaned up, looking her dead in her reptilian eyes, “He left me and my mother... and for what...?”

“Perhaps there are things you don't understand about your father,” Igrene commented, “To us... to me... he was a wonderful man. Haaahh...” she shook her head, only to nod after, “But I understand your desire to not hear of him. I will refrain from comparing you to your father in the future.”

“Th... thank you.”

Biting his bottom lip, Sebastian felt slightly bad for making Igrene upset. He was the one with bad blood towards his father, not her. And from the sounds of things, she had nothing but the utmost of respect for Klaus. Was it because of her duty as his maid, or was his father a different man around the drachenmagd of the estate?

It left Sebastian wondering more about Igrene and the other drachenmagd when he eventually met them. Who were they, how devoted were they to their master, and – of course – what did they know of the estate and of his duties as the head of it?

Though, said thoughts were stowed aside briefly as he found himself marveling up at Igrene. The mature grace she carried with her seemed to permeate the air around her, making it hard for him to look anywhere but at her. Staring... staring... staring...

“Igrene I... haaahh...”

“You presume too much about your future, Master Sebastian,” she said, causing his eyes to grow lidded, “Before you lays the endless pleasures of the estate.”

“Endless... pleasure...” he repeated, particularly swept up by such a term, “Hrrmmm...”

Moving over slowly as if driven by a trance, Sebastian laid his head upon Igrene's lap. His eyes closed shut soon after, while her fingers continued to stroke and tease his head and hair. Pushing, pulling, running left, running right, her every touch sending pleasure through his body. Sebstian even tensed up, a shudder running through him as he basked in her soothing touch. Nostrils flaring as well, he took in the delicious, beautiful scent of a woman.

Mmmm... and so beautiful she was.

Courageously Sebastian moved forward, his hazy head leaning up, eyes staring first at Igrene's face... then down to her chest. So busty, buxom... and assuredly so soft. He just wanted to... to...

“Mmmmfff...”

His head laid against her bosom, his arms wrapping under her sides to bring her into a hug. For some strange reason, he just felt the need to hug Igrene as hard as he could, pushing and pressing his head against her rather firm breasts. She just gave off this approachable aura, one that drew him in, more, and more, and more.

“Snnnniifffff... mmmm... Igrene...”

Slowly her arms came to wrap around him as well, pulling him in deeper into this embrace, enveloping him in her warmth and her scent. Such an embrace like this to a woman he just met... why did it feel so natural then?

Almost as if... he had done this before.

Didn't stop him from snuggling in closer and closer. Her breasts cradled his head perfectly; like he was resting against warm marshmallows. He snuggled in closer to Igrene, giving an audible groan. A stirring and heat started rushing through him soon after, his grip on the dragoness increasing as well. He pressed more into her, his head rubbing left and right as the welcoming bosom of Igrene continued to overwhelm him.

“I have waited so long for this moment...” she whispered.

Quite the odd thing to say... but he was far too enthralled with her chest to care. So he continued to snuggle up against her, that heat he felt starting to surround him in this grand bedroom. His nose too took in heavy whiff after heavy whiff of Igrene's body, his hands moving from her back to cup beneath her breasts. As if driven by some invisible force, he pushed up into her tits, squeezing them hard through her bodice. His fingers sank and sank into her, while she leaned her head back to let loose a sensual moan.

“Aaaaaaaahhh!”

And for some reason, hearing that brought Sebastian back to his senses, his eyes snapping open. He pulled away and looked up towards Igrene with eyes wide, his head shaking as a nonsensical babbling began to leave his lips.

“I-I'm sorry!” he apologized, face red with an intense blush, “I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry! I don't know why I just did that! D-don't be mad!”

What the hell was wrong with him? It was like for a moment there, he wasn't in control over his body! He just started to touch and grope her, like some sort of pervert! He couldn't believe he did that! He's never touched a woman like that... let alone touched one at all!

Sebastian was so scared, he couldn't look Igrene in the eyes. So he looked everywhere but at her, his gaze swirling around the bedroom desperately as he awaited some sort of reprimanding. Instead he found Igrene's soft hand coming to his cheek, cupping it and guiding his gaze back to her face. And she was smiling at him.

“Why did you stop, and why are you apologizing?” she asked, “Have I done something to offend?”

“Wh-what? No! I... I was touching you... groping you...” Sebastian replied, his expression becoming confused, “Aren't you... mad at me?”

“Why would I be mad? Is that not what you wanted to do?”

“Well yes! I mean... n-no...? I don't... I don't think so...”

He did want to touch her, that much is true. Igrene was without a doubt the most beautiful woman he had ever met, even if he wasn't sure if she was really human or not. Still, that didn't mean it was right to touch and grope her! But... she didn't seem mad about it. In fact... she seemed to like it, going by that moan she gave.

And yet...

“I... I'm confused,” Sebastian muttered, “Shouldn't you be angry?”

“You don't understand, Master?” Igrene replied as her hand left his face, “Then allow me to explain it to you...”

Slowly she pulled back, moving to the center of this amazing bed with Sebastian watching with unflinching eyes. Drawing his eyes down, he watched as she gabbed the side of her skirt, pulling it open to flaunt her long, splendorous legs, the thighhigh socks they were covered in, and the garter belt she had strapped along it. Altogether, it made for such an elegant – though scandalous – sight, and it had Sebastian's undivided attention.

“No matter the command, it is a drachenmagd's duty to obey their master,” Igrene explained, “No demand is too outlandish, no order too extreme. Even if their Master desires their body, a drachenmagd will give it to them. They must give it to them,” she smiled, “So if it is my body you desire, Master Sebastian, I will give it to you.”

“Uh... uuuhhh... gulp...”

That's... that's a lot of power. Already Sebastian's mind was swirling with thoughts, though he was too meek to let them run rampant for too long. The idea that she'd obey him, no matter what, was enough to make his head spin! He just couldn't believe it! She was taller than him, older too, and he had no doubt in his mind that she could easily break him like glass if she so willed it. So to hear that she'd obey his every command, no matter what, it took some time to parse in his head. But when he did...

Jeeze, it reminded him of just how much power he held over Igrene and the estate... as well as every other drachenmagd he met here. He needed to make sure such a thing didn't go to his head.

“Then... may I touch you...?” Sebastian asked, garnering a giggle from Igrene.

“Is that what you desire?” she asked back.

He swallowed his spit.

“Yes...”

“Then do so... Master~”

Hearing that almost immediately caused his body to jolt with energy. He never knew words could incite a man... then again, he's never heard such a tone in a woman's voice. It drew Sebastian in close, his hand reaching out for her body as he crawled towards her on the bed. And yet he still hesitated for a moment or two, his hand hovering above her thigh, his brown eyes looking up towards her green ones for guidance. All she did was nod, so he nodded back. And then...

“Haaaaahhh...”

Oooooooooooooh... such smooth, beautiful, wonderful legs.

Stroking his hand up and down her splendorous thigh, Sebastian could see that there was no mark, no blemish. It was so plump too, but not to the point that one would consider it fat or thick. No, but just enough that his fingers sank in whenever he pushed and squeezed.

“Ooooohh...”

“Aaaaaaahhhnnn...”

And each time he did so, he coaxed a moan from her lips. Either he was better at this than he thought, or Igrene was putting on an act for him. But, no, that didn't sound right; she didn't strike him as the type of person who would fake something like this.

Her moans served to keep pushing Sebastian' forward, his hand gently stroking along her thighs, eventually moving up and under her skirt to even knead her hips and even cupping around her buttocks. His fingers sank into her ass, showing just how plump it was. All the while, Igrene's moans continued to build, louder and louder. To hear a woman's voice cry out in pleasure, and for him of all people... why did that make Sebastian tremble?

It rumbled through his body, making him pull away, much to Igrene's confusion. That is until her eyes befell the image of his trembling face, cheeks that were red with a blush, eyes that were looking down, and lips that rumbled so cutely. The drachenmagd's expression remained a bit perplexed for a few moments, only for her to start giggling soon after.

“Ara ara, Master Sebastian. Are you okay? You're trembling... do you have a cold?”

“N-no... th-that's not it,” Sebastian said as he looked back at her, “I'm just... I just... I... haaah... I don't know what to do...”

“Oh...? Mm? Master Sebastian...” she smiled in a sordid manner, “Are you a virgin?”

“Wh-what? I mean... well...” he looked down again before saying in a meek manner, “Y-yeah... is that a problem?” Grab! “Ah!?”

Suddenly Igrene pulled him in, pressing his head up against her breasts. He slowly grabbed back, a bit surprised, but soon melted into the embrace along her lofty tits. She really had a grip on him, but he didn't mind too much. How could he when she was so soft... hmm... and smelled so nice.

“No, no, no, there's nothing wrong, Master Sebastian, absolutely nothing,” Igrene stated, drawing his gaze up, “I hope you are not one of those people who look down upon those who have not yet lost their virginity, yourself included.”

“What? N-no! Not me...” he replied as he shook his head.

“Good... now then...” her hand started to slide down his body, “Would you like me to lead you on your first time?”

He opened his mouth to answer, only for Igrene's other hand to clench upon his crotch. Even though it was through his pants, he could feel her hand rubbing his stiff hardon. Blood pumped through him, spurning his manhood to swell, more and more and more. Pulling back, Sebastian let a moan leave him, for he could barely contain himself.

Igreeeeneee...” he groaned.

“Here... lay down...'

She coaxed him to turn around, his body laying along her body, his head resting along her breasts. Her hand meanwhile traveled towards his pants, undoing his belt and unzipping it so that his trousers would fall loose along his hips. There was no hesitation on her part, with her pulling the garment down as well as his underwear to reveal his stiffened cock.

And, my, he certainly inherited that from his father.

Sebastian may look cute, and even act cute with his meek mannerisms, but he certainly had a cock that would put others to shame. How big and long it was, as well as how it throbbed with vitality and need, the veins that stood on the side of it. And it was so hard as well, almost to the point that Igrene worried it pained her master. So to soothe that pain, she wrapped her hand around his cock, her fingers running up and down it with such sensual strokes.

“Does it hurt, Master...?” she whispered into his ear, causing him to shiver.

“N-no... haaah.. i-it feels great,” he replied as he watched her stroke off his cock.

A beautiful woman was holding him dear, cradling him, her hand jerking his length. Ah! Is this heaven? Had he fallen on his head and reached Nirvana? Because he couldn't imagine this happening in the living world!

But it is, and it was! Igrene was performing such a sensual handjob of on his cock, and all he could do was groan with desire. Words failed Sebastian, his hands instead grabbing a tightly upon the bed sheets beneath him as he struggled to control himself. His balls were so heavy too, churning with the desire to cum. Ah, wouldn't that be a shame? To cum from Igrene's hand alone. But with the way she was cradling him, how could he not?

“Igreeennnneeee...!” he groaned through gritted teeth.

“Ara ara~! I love the sound of your voice, Master Sebastian~ I wish to hear more of it~!”

“I-Igrene! Your hand, its--” Jerk! “Gah!”

A downward twist on his spire triggered a sharp moan from his lips, which began to wobble uncontrollably. He really was an incredibly cute young man, despite the massive length of his cock. How it throbbed in her hand, yearning to be played with more and more.

Igrene licked her lips.

“In the Faust family, it used to be a tradition that the head drachenmagd would take the virginity of the future master or mistress of the estate,” she stated, her sordid words oozing into his ears like sugar, “Soon, we will perform a dance only your forefathers have experienced.”

“Igrene...”

What? Was he a broken record now? All he could say was Igrene's name over and over again, for any other word was lost on him. But, no, this was for the best; she was clearly superior than him in the art of lovemaking. And from the sounds of things, she had done this many times before.

Drawing his eyes back down towards her hand, he saw it was glistening due to the copious amounts of precum he shot from his dick. He'd never produced so much before... then again, he's never had a handjob before. Honestly, he was more surprised he was capable of holding out this long!

But it wouldn't be that way for long...

JERK!

“Gack!? Ah!? I-Igrene!”

Suddenly – and without warning – she began shoving her hand up and down on his cock with great speed and power. Over and over again, Sebastian was subjugated to the feeling of her hand running along his cock at great speed. It would push down then retreat back to the tip, rushing over his veins and his glands with one fell swoop. The pleasure Sebastian felt was overwhelming; far better than his hand and toilet tissue, that's for sure!

Jerking, jerking, jerking, the bed wobbling beneath them while Sebastian's legs pulled up. His lips let out yet another wobbling moan, his head leaning back further into Igrene's firm breasts. The inability to control himself continued to build, the blood pumping through his cock reaching its zenith. There was no stopping the rush, no stopping the desire. With one final push down...

“AH!?”

Sebastian began cumming.

Slamming her hand down to the hilt, Igrene's eyes widened with desire as Sebastian's length exploded. A jet-stream of cum shot into the air, before splattering down upon his dick, balls, as well as her hand. It was so bright, so white, and so gelatinous too, not to mention brimming with this great heat. Even though it was on her hand, Igrene groaned out lustfully, while Sebastian was left panting to catch his breath.

Around and around his eyes spiraled, unable to parse what just happened. He'd came through her hand... his first orgasm by someone else's will. And, damn, it felt amazing! Even now after it just happened, he thought about the pleasure, wishing to experience it once again.

But – and much to Sebastian's surprise – Igrene suddenly released the grip she had on his cock, freeing him. He immediately gasped, watching as she pulled her hand back towards her face, his glistening cum oozing along her palm. At first she gave a sniff at his fluids, a groan of pleasure escaping her. Then she extended her tongue, revealing that it was thinner than a human's tongue, yet dexterous and forked like a reptiles.

Sliiirk! Sliiick!

As if entranced, Sebastian watched Igrene lick her palm clean of his cum, leaving nothing behind. Feeling its heavy weight sit on her tongue... oohh, and his sperm squirming about, carrying with it this delicious bitter taste, and overpowering warmth. Mmmm... Igrene moaned through her closed lips, then swallowed it all down with one audible...

Gulp!

“Amazing... so virile... so bitter... mmm... so lewd... haaahh... my whole body is hotter,” Igrene commented as her eyes stared ahead towards him, “Mmm... you don't masturbate often, do you Master Sebastian?”

“N-no... I... I don't...” he answered earnestly, causing her to smile more.

“Ara~! You're like... ah... you're like freshly glazed prime rib, Master Sebastian; you're absolutely perfect.”

“Comparing me to food... and you're a dragon...” he shook his head, “I should be afraid, shouldn't I?”

“Kah kah kah! Don't be... I would never do anything to hurt you... unless... you're interested in that sort of thing.”

“Wh-what? Me? N-no! A... at least I don't think so...”

He appeared stumped by her entendre, though Igrene merely laughed. But not for too long before her hand returned to his cheek. Turning Sebastian around, she kept his brown eyes locked on her and her alone, while her free hand moved down to the bodice of her red dress. There were a few buttons running down the middle, gold in color to further match with the estate's color scheme.

Slowly she undid each and every one, with Sebastian watching as sweat dripped down the side of his head. Before his very eyes, Igrene allowed her bodice to slip open, revealing the elegant white bra she wore that matched with her socks and garter belt. Her large and firm tits that were cradled within, glowed in the sunlight that came beaming through the windows, as if to further bolster them. Once more Sebastian found himself trembling, and once more he was speechless.

But Igrene continued pushing on.

Reaching her hands back, the drachenmagd undid the clips of her bra, allowing the garment to fall free from her chest, revealing it. The busty, firm breasts of a beautiful woman... Sebastian never thought he'd see such a day. How they were so perky and stood so proud, how they raised up and down with her every breath, and how they were practically begging for him to come touch them.

And yet he still needed to ask...

“M-may I...?”

“Ara ara~ do as you desire, Master Sebastian. I'm all yours.”

When she said that, he knew it was not fluff and exaggeration. No, it was the truth. Igrene belonged to him.

Oh... oh my...

Nodding gently, Sebastian's hands moved forward, each one cupping beneath her tits. They were as heavy as they were firm; guess that large sight wasn't just for show. Feeling them fill his hands made his heart race, for he was groping the bare breasts of a beautiful woman. How smooth they were, flawless and perfect, even how his fingers sank in. He kneaded them like he'd knead dough, pushing, pulling, his fingers even moving over to flick her hard nipples.

His every touch was surprisingly skilled, though that's not to say they lacked clumsiness. Was he afraid he'd cause her pain? He'd always squeeze, but never squeeze too hard. He would pull, but not pull too hard. Push, but not push too hard. It was cute in a way... cute, yet erotic.

“Aaaaaaahhh...”

Igrene bit her lips as Sebastian's exploring hands worked wonders on her firm tits. He squeezed them and pushed them up and around and around, marveling at how malleable her flesh was. The cute expression he had even caused her cheeks to puff with barely restrained laughter. He was like a child enamored with a new toy!

Though she had to say, the way his fingers moved were anything but childish.

“You're... really good at this, Master Sebastian,” Igrene remarked, “The way your hands move... they're a bit skittish, but not as much as a supposed virgin would be.”

“R-really?” he replied as he looked her in the eyes, “M-my aunt runs a bakery. I've been helping her with it since I was young. I've... gotten good at kneading bread, to put it lightly.”

“Ara ara~ I can tell, Master Sebastian. Mmmm... I love how they move... it's like your working on dough...”

Her praising words made him swallow his spit, his brown eyes taking in the image of her sensual body. She even raised her hands above her head as if to fully bask in the pleasure of his exploring hands. Her lips in such a mature 'o', moans leaving her endlessly. The way her golden-blonde hair spilled out around her head, while her green eyes stared up into his eyes... ah! Sebastian just couldn't take it!

His cock got so hard so quickly, even though he came mere moments ago. Hearing and witnessing Igrene's pleasured face was more than enough to get him going again. But for now, he was focused on her lips, and just how delicious they looked. Face trembling with barely restrained desire, he just couldn't contain himself when he moved in.

“Mmm...”

“Hmmfph? Mmmmfffff...”

Without warning Sebastian kissed Igrene square on the lips, taking her off guard, though she was quick to melt into it. Clinging back closely to him, she hummed desperately against his lips, her slithering tongue rushing inside his mouth. He was nubile and innocent in the act of kissing, his tongue lacking force, though it did courageously – if clumsily – attempted to lick back at her mouth. Giggling amid the kiss, Igrene took lead charge, her skilled and deft tongue swirling around his tongue like a coil. It was alien and strange how her tongue worked, moving with impossible motions as she wrapped her tongue around his. Then her tongue began to pump along his tongue, stroking it and causing him to grunt.

Oh the things she could do with her tongue, the pleasure she could subjugate him to if she so pleased, and if he so willed it. But he was young and new to this; she didn't want to overwhelm him so soon. But come the future? Oh yes... in the future, he'd see just what exactly his drachenmagd could do.

“Mmmm... haaaah! Haaaahh! Haaah!”

Pulling back audibly, Sebastian's tongue slicked down to break the bridge of spit that hung between him and Igrene, his brown eyes falling upon her. Seeing the red blush laying along her lovely cheeks, she looked to not be in pain or discomfort. No, Igrene wanted more.

“Now what...?” he asked of her breathlessly, “Do I... put it in?”

“Of course,” Igrene answered with a slow nod, “Just follow my lead, Master Sebastian.”

With her hands resting on his shoulders, Igrene's tail came sliding around and over. Looking down, he watched as that slender appendage pulled open her dress skirt, once more flaunting the elegant garter belt she was wearing beneath, as well as her moist panties. So wet was she, that not only had a dark stain had formed in her undergarments, but they appeared translucent to the point that the pink of her pussy could be seen. To think that he'd gotten a woman this wet...

Skillfully, Igrene continued to use that tail of hers, working her panties down her hips and thighs. Sliding them down, further and further until they slipped right off her beautiful legs. And when they did, those panties stayed hanging on her forked tail, with her dangling it between the two of them in a taunting display.

Sebastian's mouth moved, but a certain odor began to drift into his nose. It was similar to the smell of Igrene's body from before, but somehow stronger... spicier. It didn't take him long to realize that was the smell of her womanhood; so sweaty, so hot, so moist. Some of her nectar even drifted down her panties, falling between them in clear droplets.

He wanted to put it inside of her... in fact, his cock throbbed with the desire to do so! But with this beautiful woman baring her womanhood before him, Sebastian suddenly got other ideas. The ever so courageous young man he was, he placed his hand upon her thighs first, fingers gently stroking the flesh of her legs. Igrene moaned from his touches, while his hands traveled further and further up.

Damn this elegant dress of hers; he wanted to see her entire body naked! Haaaah... next time... yes... next time...

For now his hand worked its way between her legs, fingers stroking along her wet folds. The pink labia of her cunt glistened with her juices, showing the need, the hunger, the desire. Up... down... up... down... he stroked her cunt like he touched her body; with those same courageous yet restrained hands of his. He really didn't want to cause her any discomfort, did he?

It was so cute.

But that surprising bravery within Sebastian revealed itself once more as his fingers came up towards her clitoral hood. At first he pulled away, only to suddenly--

Flick!

“KAH!?”

Her cunt.

It sent a jolt through Igrene's body; like she had been electrocuted by a bolt of lightning! Her eyes even swirled about uncontrollably before they finally returned to Sebastian's face, having been fully taken off guard. But he was trained and focused, eyeing her cunt as he pulled his hand back. His middle finger meanwhile took aim with her cunt.

He may not be a young man who masturbates often, but he has enjoyed the pleasures of one's own body. And while porn may not be the greatest teacher, it is a teacher nonetheless. He knew where that vaginal tract was, much to Igrene's surprise. Just one push and...

“Krrrrrgggghhhhh...!”

An intense rush of pleasure overwhelmed the dragoness, her cunt clenching hard around his invasive digit. He didn't have the girthy, powerful digits of a man, instead having more slender fingers. They didn't fill her out as much, but they did move with such deft skill. That is if Sebastian was brave enough to actually do so. Instead he just sat inside of her, astonished as he felt a woman's body.

How wet it was, how warm, how tight, how the little bumps and grooves milked his finger for all it was worth. After a few moments, Sebastian began moving his finger, scraping it gently along the sides of her walls. Pulling back, curling his finger inside of her, feeling her react, and listening to her moans as they filled the air.

“Krrraaaah... haaaaah... Masterrrrrrr~” Igrene moaned, her head laying back and eyes closing, “Your hand feels amazingggg~”

“D... does it really...?” he asked, though he shook his head to dismiss such a question.

Even if it didn't, perhaps he should just take the praise in stride. This was his first time after all; it would be rather childish of him to think he had god-like fingers already. No, just enjoy it Sebastian, just enjoy it.

Pulling his finger free from Igrene's cunt, he left her yearning for more of his touch. Instead his eyes were focused on the glistening honey that coated his finger, watching it ooze down his hand and arm. The odor drew him in deeper and deeper. She tasted from him, right? And she seemed to enjoy it? Perhaps he should return the favor?

Eyes closed shut, he moved his finger towards his lips and...

“Mmmffff...”

His lips sealed around his fingers, a burst of flavor filling his mouth. How would he describe it though? Salty? Sweet? Bitter as well? Spicy? Hot? All of these things. It was a taste he found himself suddenly becoming addicted to. He wanted more, and it showed on his face as he looked down. If she tasted like that from off his finger, then there's no telling what she'd taste like directly.

He licked his lips, his body being driven by an outside force. His eyes were locked upon her cunt, watching it twitch and glisten... and her words came drifting into his ears.

“Go ahead, Master...” she whispered, his eyes snapping up towards her face, “I know you want to...”

Her expression was so lewd, with lips in a sensual smile and eyes that were sharp. And with reptilian eyes like hers... he found himself stuck in place.

Who was controlling who here?

Driven by lust and desire, the young man slowly moved his way down, his arms hooking beneath Igrene's legs. He pushed them up, triggering a dry pant from her while he locked his eyes upon her oozing slit. Nostrils flaring, he once more took in her heavy, sensual scent, his eyes rocking back only to snap forward yet again. The sweltering heat of a woman's cunt, how beautiful and shaven it was, save for a few golden pubic hairs that laid perfectly along the top of it. His mouth oozing with spit, Sebastian just couldn't take it anymore.

“Mmmffff...”

“Kaaaaaaahhh...!”

His mouth sealed around her cunt, tongue lapping at her folds with the hungry desire that only a young man could give. How his tongue lapped at her folds, smearing and spreading her juices about while his mind grew blank. He wasn't thinking much, just doing; tasting, licking, slurping, allowing none of it to go to waste. And the more Sebastian tasted from her, the hungrier and hungrier he became.

Drinking, slurping, licking, even spearing his tongue into her cunt, feeling her folds clench upon him. Igrene leaned back, a breathy moan leaving her lips, her fingers gripping tightly upon the blankets beneath her. He was new to this, but dammit if he wasn't trying his hardest to give her pleasure.

How charmingly thoughtful of him.

By the time he finished his delicious dining, her juices oozed from his lips and along his chin. He slowly moved up as well, gazing towards Igrene with those eyes of desire, his cock throbbing at maximum length. Moving down between her legs as he sat upon his knees, he aimed his cock with her folds.

On his lips laid permission... but he already knew the answer to such a question. She was his maid, his dragon maid, his drachenmagd. And no matter his desire, she'd obey his command without hesitation.

Igrene herself knew what he wanted, and she didn't hesitate to give it to him. Moving her hand down, she formed a 'v' above her cunt with her fingers, then spread her folds out apart. The musky, pink, glistening tightness of his cunt stared him in his face; the highway straight towards her core. Cock throbbing, Sebastian grabbed it by the base and took aim.

And he puuuushhhedd!

“Haaaaaahh!”

“Krrraaaaahhh~!”

His cock slid into her cunt, the tightness overwhelming him in an instant. Head leaning back, the young man even let out a cry of pleasure, while Igrene's lips curled into a cat-like smile. She didn't say anything however, merely pleased by the act of her Master's cock sliding into her cunt.

Brought memories of days gone...

Sebastian kept pushing too, sliding his manhood as deep into her sweltering cunt as it could go. Further and further, deeper and deeper, until his waist met hers. Almost immediately he lost control over himself, legs growing weak and causing him to topple over. Naturally, his head fell right into those breasts of hers.

“Haaaaaahh... I-Igrene...” he groaned, her hands resting upon his head to cradle it.

“There there, Master Sebastian...” she whispered back in a soothing manner, “Just keep pushing. Focus on yourself.”

“But... haaah...” he looked at her, “Wouldn't that make you feel uncomfortable?”

“Ara ara~ you're so kind to worry about me, but don't worry, I can take it,” she whispered, “Now please, keep pushing; that's all you must worry about. And... thank you...”

“Th-thank me? Thank me for what?”

“For allowing me to make you into a man.”

Ah, right; she took his virginity. Honestly, he should be thanking her for this; this was an honor! But... no, this was an honor for her. She was his maid, his servant so...

Man, this was making his head hurt; he certainly lacked an understanding about this whole 'Master' thing... but he'd get there.

For now he placed his hands to the sides of her body, pushing himself up while he drew back with his hips. His brown eyes remained locked on Igrene's face however, not wanting to miss one moment of this.

Beneath the now moonlit skies, Sebastian pushed his cock in and out of Igrene's cunt, making sweet, passionate love to his drachenmagd. His cock was strong, his stamina surprisingly good, his technique a bit lacking, but that's to be expected for his first time. He didn't push in vigorously, instead taking his time to drive his cock in and out of her with slower, more restrained movements. That's just the kind of guy he was, isn't it? Restrained.

Hmmm....

But he was getting stronger the longer this went on. Once shallow pats grew louder, with them being strong enough to make Igrene's breasts bounce. Her sharp eyes remained locked on him however, her sordid smirk growing in size. A soft panting noise could even be heard escaping her, though she largely remained as nothing more than an object to satisfy his sexual desires.

He felt like she was goading him to thrust harder... just a feeling he got, yet one he gladly indulged in.

PAT! PAT! PAT!

“Kurrraaahh~!”

Oh yes, that's it! That's much better!

Igrene's eyes screwed shut upon those particularly strong thrusts, the bed beneath them shaking from how mighty they were. Sharp teeth clenched upon sharp teeth, her once sensual smirk turning into a lustful grin. And when her eyes reopened, Sebastian could have sworn that her pupils had taken the shapes of tiny, pink hearts.

Why did that only drive him to thrust into her harder?

PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!

“Kah! That's it! Aaaah! S-Sebastian!” Igrene cried out, her eyes trained hard on his face, “Harder! Just like that! Nnnngghh! Drag it against the top!”

“A-against the top...?” he repeated amid pants for breath, “I-I got... haaaah! I got it!”

Taking her words to heart, Sebastian began dragging his cock against the top of Igrene's vaginal tract; on both the penetration and the retreat. Feeling his cock slid along her hood, the dragoness let out even deeper moans of pleasure that filled the air. That's it; she was extremely sensitive there! His every thrust and drag caused her body to shake and shudder, her lips spreading out wider along her face. She even furiously nodded to show her pleasure, while her pussy started to clench even harder around his member.

The longer this went on, the harder it became for Sebastian to pull back. Igrene was far, far stronger than he was, and she was flaunting this right now with her pussy alone. Grabbing the blankets of his bed tightly, Sebastian felt his loins start to rush and flourish. No longer could he control himself, despite his desperate desire to do so. The fact that he lasted this long with such a beautiful woman was cause for applause in its own right, but alas, all things must come to an end.

Or cum, in this situation.

“Igrene! Haaah! Igrene! Hnnnghh! I-Igrene! Igreeeennneaaa-haaaahh!?”

FWAP!

Tightly he slammed his dick as deep into Igrene as it could go, her body jerking up from the shear force of it. Lips in an 'o', the dragoness looked at her master with eyes wide when a rushing of virile, white-hot seed exploded deep into her womb. Leaning back, the drachenmagd howled to the wind, the room shaking around them from such a mighty roar. It easily drowned out Sebastian's cries of pleasure, that's for sure!

Wad after wad of cum shot out into Igrene's belly, causing her body temperature to heat up alone. Sebastian just came moments before, did he not? Could've fooled her with how voluminous his seed was now! How it filled her, how it fueled her, and how great it felt as it did so. The dragoness' moans were so loud, but even they began to peter out eventually, her body falling back into the bed... and his atop hers.

Plap!

“Oh! Master~”

His head had fallen right upon her tits, resting against her like a pillow. It was also then that Sebastian realized just how overwhelmingly tired he was. The plane ride, the train ride, the drive over here, the aimless wondering, the reading of his father's will, and now the most vigorous physical act he'd ever partaken in... yeah, he was thoroughly drained. And, no, that cat nap he had in the middle of the day didn't fix anything.

But as tired as the young man was, he wasn't asleep. No, he lingered about, his lips pursing to kiss gently upon Igrene's breasts, while his cum-covered cock remained deep in her snatch. There was something warm, something inviting about her body that just kept him there, especially as he took in more of her lovely odor.

Why did she smell so good?

“Igrene I... haaaah... haaaaah... haaaahh...”

“It's okay, Master Sebastian,” she replied, her hands cradling his head in so close, “Just sleep your little head, okay? Such momentous decisions should not be made so quickly... they take time.”

“Time... haaah... time...” he muttered, his heavy eyes closing... then opening... only to close once again, “Tiiiimmmeee...”

The heat and warmth of a woman.

Her beating heart.

The exhaustion of sex.

Sebastian couldn't keep going, even if he wanted to.

Hmm...

Why did this all feel so familiar.

“Rest in my arms like you did as a child, Master Sebastian... rest in my arms...”

Oh... that's why...

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