Chapter 14: Drachenmagd #14

Zero Zero

Zeit Henlein. Why did that name bounce about within his head endlessly? Zeit Henlein. It was simple, yet seemed to shake the world around him. Zeit Henlein.

“Hmmm...”

It had been some time since they were out at Schonheit. They returned, Adeline left for to put away her cans of paint, he parted from his aunt and uncle, and retreated to his private study. Here he sat behind his desk, thinking endlessly about Heinrich's Records and his meeting with his mysterious benefactor; this man named Zeit...

Why did it sound so strangely familiar? No, wait, perhaps not the name, but definitely the way he was described. Black hair that was parted in the middle, skin complexion that leaned more towards being pale, and chilling blue eyes? Yeah... it sounded like... like...

It sounded like that man he met in the home improvement store.

But, no, that's just a coincidence. There's no way the man he met at the store today also happens to be the same man he was reading about in this book. The records happened over two hundred years ago! Granted... he is the man with maids who are over two hundred years old, so perhaps this isn't too unbelievable. But the drachenmagd are his maids, not random other people!

No, no, Sebastian was just thinking too hard about things; something brought on by his conflicting feelings towards Igrene. In just one day – in just one conversation he wasn't there for – Sebastian's entire world felt topsy-turvy. He needed these answers, so his eyes looked over towards his rotary phone.

“18-32-201901...”

The phone began ringing, ringing, ringing. And then he heard her voice answer it.

“Master?”

“Igrene...”

Of all the time he'd spent here over the weeks, Sebastian had yet to really call anyone aside from Emiline when he was first checking things out. Typically, he'd just happenstance upon one of his drachenmagd. He also knew where all of their domains were, so visiting them wasn't too hard, and when it comes to the likes of Mylene and Larsine, they usually came to him. So calling Igrene and hearing her voice echo through this phone sent a shiver down Sebastian's spine. He froze up, unsure of what to say at first, wondering even if he needed to take a more stern stance or not. Even now, such domineering bravado was not in him. Nevertheless...

“May I speak with you, Igrene? Personally?” Sebastian said, “I'd like to see you in my office.”

There was a moment of pause on her end, one matched by Sebastian's own. It did not last long.

“But of course, Master. I'm on my way as we speak.”

“Ah... thank you...”

Placing the phone back on the receiver, he hung up on his maid, even letting out a deep breath he didn't know he was holding. Why was that so difficult? Why did it leave him shaking, as if he were about to reprimand someone? He'd never done something like this before; he was treading new territory. He just needed to tell himself that all he wanted to do was learn about this gift Igrene had in mind for his aunt and uncle. That's all.

Yes, that's all...

So he waited... and waited... and waited. Well, the estate is large; it could take Igrene sometime to get here, even if he thought she had some magical ability to teleport at will. Guess this proves that's not the case. So prodding his fingers, his brown eyes locked on the door as his heart raced faster and faster. At any moment she would come through this door. At any moment she would--

Eeaaaarrrk!

“Sebastian?”

“AH!?”

He jerked back, his eyes wide as the door to his study opened, revealing...

“A-Aunt Rita?”

Sebastian reclined in his chair, stunned to not be face to face with Igrene, but instead his Aunt Rita. She looked more demure and restrained than usual, those hollowed eyes of hers looking up at him, before glancing away. Seeing her act so skittish still took Sebastian back, his hand reaching out to her as well.

“Aunt Rita? Is something wrong?” Sebastian asked as she entered the room.

“Huh? Oh! No, of course not, Sebastian,” she answered, a smile coming to her lips that at the very least felt genuine... if not still held back slightly, “I came to speak to you, Sebastian. I-I hope you'll thank Larsine for me. She's been such a lovely help during our stay here.”

“Then... why have you come?”

“I just wanted to... talk to you about the conversation we had yesterday morning. When I asked you to come back home with Jack and I...”

Her heart began to race, a sudden rush of emotions exploding in her chest. Bringing this up not only reminded her of how inadequate Riverside was in comparison to Schonheit, but it also reminded her of the conversation she had with Igrene. Those eyes, those horns, her tail, her voice; everything. Just remembering it had Rita stammering, but those words were strongest of all.

“Aunt Rita...?”

Looking at her nephew once again, she could see the concern in his eyes, the comfort. Even here, his primary focus was her. Making sure she was okay. No longer did she need to look after him; he looked after her. It was a pleasant feeling to have... she just wished she was finished showering him with the love she still had within.

“Sebastian. I wanted to... take back what I said yesterday morning,” Rita stated, taking her nephew aback, “When I told you those thing, when I said Mai probably hated this place, when I asked you to come back home... I wasn't thinking with my head, I was thinking more emotionally.”

“Aunt Rita...”

“So I said those things because they were what I was feeling at the time... but now that I've spent so more time at the estate...” she smiled at him, “I realize I was wrong. Huh... what could I possibly hope to offer you back at Riverside? You've lived there all your life; you know what it can do for you. And while I still hoped you'd one day become a doctor or dentist or scientist at college, I knew all I could give you in the meantime was a position at my bakery. But here...” she extended her arms out, smiling at him, “You have... this big home, so much money, all these maids who listen to whatever you say... and look at the change it's had on you!” she walked up closer, “I haven't seen you smile so much in a long time! You don't stutter! You even look so much more handsome, and you stand so straight! And the look in your maids eyes when they stare up at you... even...” she closed her eyes, “When Adeline – that's her name, right? - when she sat on your lap on the car ride home. And you didn't even think twice about it...” her eyes reopened, “I don't know what relationship you have with these girls, and I'm no fool either; they're all so pretty! I bet even Jack wouldn't mind being served by so many women. But... I know you're a good boy too. You wouldn't make a choice like this for the money and women alone... even if they did play a part...”

“Aunt Rita... I...”

Sebastian stopped, and his aunt stepped forward. Now just on the other side of his desk, she extended her hand and he did likewise. Touching one another, a shudder slipped through Sebastian, while his brown eyes looked up towards her smiling face.

Her lovely, smiling face.

“What are you trying to say, Aunt Rita?” he asked, pressing the issue.

“I want to say that I support your decision.”

Sebastian gripped his aunt's hand, tightly holding it against his own. Her saying that felt like a weight had been pulled from off his shoulders, freeing him. He smiled, even looked away to hide the slight twinge of bitter joy he felt from this. He loved his aunt and uncle so much, even if it may not seem that way with how antisocial he could be back at Schonheit. The last thing he wanted to show was any sort of disrespect towards them or the years they spent raising him.

But even with Aunt Rita's support, Sebastian felt like he needed to do this. He needed to make her know that this decision was indeed his decision, and not one controlled by Igrene. So he stood up from his side of the desk, looking down as he settled his nerves. And when his brown eyes looked up, they did so with conviction and resolve.

“Aunt Rita. I want to stay here,” he stated, “Me. I'm not sure what Igrene told you, but this decision to stay here is my decision, and no one else's...” he took in a deep breath, “You understand that... right? Right?”

She looked at him, her expression shifting to one that's best described as being lost. The grip Sebastian had on her hand however tightened, and he even shook it in an attempt to get his point across. She shook his hand back, her eyes peering into his brown ones. While he saw vacancy, she saw such life; far more than she'd ever seen in her past.

In turn, Rita closed her eyes, her grip on his hand growing lax, and her lips shifting into a pensive frown. But only a few seconds later, she began smiling, her eyes reopening as she gave a soft nod.

“Yes, I understand, Sebastian. And it makes me happy.”

She said it, but Sebastian just didn't believe it. Even after all this time, the lifelessness in Rita's eyes remained. She did however appear more accepting towards his choice, especially now that she heard it from his own lips. It pained Sebastian, for he hoped the life in her eyes would be back; that his Aunt Rita would go back to being his Aunt Rita. But it would seem as if time would have to be the healer of this situation, and he could not rush things.

Time... time...

Time moves on. You can never escape it.

“Aunt Rita...” Sebastian muttered as he pulled his hand back, with Rita doing likewise.

“Just promise you won't forget us...”

“Aunt Rita... heh... you know I could never do that,” Sebastian said as he gave her a reassuring smile, “You two... after my mother died, you were the closest I had to parents. That hasn't changed, even now. I know I've never been the most... uh... never been the most courageous person, but I've never meant to come off as disrespectful, or anything like that. Aunt Rita... I love you, you know that.”

Eeeaaarrrk!

“Yes, Sebastian, I do.”

Clenching back at his hand, Rita shook a bit, a soft tear starting to streak down her eye. But she closed her eyes just as quickly, even bringing up her arm to clean her eyes free of those tears.

They were not alone.

Looking away towards the door, Rita's eyes meet Igrene. The elegant, statuesque goddess of a maid stared back, her green eyes bright, her lips in an affable smile. Seeing her caused Rita to tense up, for like the transparent wisp of a ghost, she could still perfectly envision her horns, her tail, and those eyes. It made her heart race, her mouth dry, and her voice get stuck back. She couldn't even speak, instead opting to nod her head, though Igrene began bowing.

“It's lovely to see you, Mistress Rita,” she said whilst straightening back up.

“Y-yes... yes i-it is...” Rita mumbled as she stepped out of Igrene's way, “I-I'll just... go back to Jack and... y-yes...”

She took a few steps away, and when she was a comfortable distance away, she scurried for the door, slipping through it and leaving Sebastian alone with Igrene.

The young earl watched his aunt retreat, his brown eyes looking up towards Igrene who stood alone in front of him. Their eyes met, her lips in a smile, though his expression more confused. He didn't know what to say, but as if by nature, his voice moved on its own.

“Igrene... hahh... what did you say to my aunt?”

She looked back at him, her head cocked to one side.

“I already told you, Master Sebastian,” Igrene answered, “Mistress Rita was uncomfortable about your living here, and I merely explained to her that your staying here is the best thing that could ever happen to you. That is all, of course.”

Sebastian tensed up upon hearing that and he looked away. Right, he wasn't expecting her to say something new and different from what she had already told him; maybe that was a bad question. Yet he still struggled to get Aunt Rita's vacant look out of his eyes. Just closing his eyes were enough to remind him of it, shaking, shaking, shaking...

“You tasked Adeline to make a gift for you,” Sebastian said as he looked back at Igrene, “Or... not a gift for you, but a gift for Aunt Rita and Uncle Jack. What is it?”

“Mmm?” she cocked her head, “Hmmm?” she walked around to the side of the desk, “Mmmm?” she came closer, “Mm? Mm? Mmmm?”

“I-Igrene, what are you doing?” Sebastian asked as she came to his side, making him pull back.

“Master Sebastian. Do you not trust me?”

His eyes bulged slightly; her question being pinpoint and precise. There was no way for him to talk his way out of this. It left Sebastian stirring slightly in place, his former meekness showing once again as he struggled to come up with an answer. Even with all the growing he had done, being abrasive towards one of his drachenmagd was something that still escaped him. He couldn't manage to be confrontational with anyone, let alone his girls, and especially Igrene.

But looking up at her face, reading the peculiar expression on her face, he saw not disappointment or even pain. She wasn't hurt by her accusation, instead being curious to what his answer may be. So he took in a deep breath and averted his eyes, only to look back up at her.

“It's not that I don't trust you,” he stated, “But... I'd be lying if I said I hadn't noticed you doing strange things. You don't want me talking to Katherine, you acted weird when I said I was looking for my father's diary. And now with Aunt Igrene, she looks so vacant in the eyes, and... and you want to give her a gift for some reason. I just... Igrene... I don't know how to feel.”

“Oh Master...”

Looking up at her, now he saw an expression of pain on her face. But... she wasn't disappointed with him. No, Igrene was disappointed with herself. It showed as she lowered her head, closed her eyes, and parted her lips, like a child being scolded by her mother. It left a nasty taste in Sebastian's own mouth, who himself visibly recoiled from the sight.

“I... I'm sorry,” he apologized, though Igrene shook her head.

“No... you have nothing to apologize Master... because you are right.”

Hearing her candid answer made Sebastian shake with disbelief, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. He almost didn't want to believe what he was hearing, but Igrene made that difficult to do when she suddenly got down on her knees before her Master. Eyes closed and expression submissive, she bowed before him in a showing of complete servitude.

“Igrene, I don't get it; why would you do this?” Sebastian asked.

“You have every right to be confused, Master Sebastian. What I did was... uncalled for. I made a decision for the better, and all it did was serve to make things worse.”

“What decision, Igrene?”

She pulled her face up from the ground, looking at him with that same hurt expression. Once again, Sebastian could barely bring himself to look at her.

“I decided to hide things from you...”

Igrene hides the truth from you. Do not believe her words.

No... no... that couldn't just be a coincidence.

“When you arrived, Master Sebastian, you were unlike any earl I have met thus far,” Igrene continued, explaining her case, “You did not grow up here, did not grow up with us. Why, I was even afraid to reveal my dragonic appendages to you, fearing how you may react. But I knew you were a smart young man; you could handle it. So I went through with it, and unveiled my horns, eyes and tail to you,” she stopped to take in a deep breath, “Ever since the start, I've been afraid of overwhelming you with the duties of an earl. I wanted you to meet my sisters, one by one, as oppose to being rushed by them all at once. And considering how meek you were when you first arrived...”

Yeah, that makes sense. Sebastian's not really the definition of masculinity, not even now after all his workouts with Carmeline and Emiline. So when he first arrived as the stuttering mess he was, being surrounded by all these beautiful women all at once would have probably had him locked up in his bedroom from fear.

“But Katherine...” he pushed, making Igrene nod.

“Katherine's a unique case,” the Head-Housemaid explained, “You've noticed it, no doubt. How she moves, how she speaks. I wanted to introduce her to you last, because I knew even among my sisters she'd be the hardest to swallow. However...” she tensed up, “Katherine's become... unruly. Not only visiting you despite my wishes, but also Mistress Rita. I wonder if there's something wrong with her.”

“And... and my father's diary?”

Igrene looked back at him, staring into those brown eyes that were desperate for an answer; any answer. Bowing her head once more, she closed her eyes and nodded,

“Master... don't you fear what may be in that diary?” she asked, once again striking him with pinpoint accuracy.

He stopped and looked away... only to nod. Yeah, is it any surprise that he feared what may be in that book? His father was a man as mysterious as he was distant; who knows what he thought about him and his mother. What if that book was filled with slander? What if it contained things he didn't want to know? Regardless, he knew it had the truth in it, he knew it had answers. And that was good enough reason alone for him to keep pushing for it.

“Yes. Yes I am,” Sebastian answered, “I'm horrified about what may be in it. But why does that matter? If you know where it is, tell me!”

“I don't know where it is!” Igrene cried back as she bowed her head once again, “Throughout your time here, Master Sebastian, I have never lied to you. Not once. I truly do not know where the diary is. My fear was that if you were to find this diary, it may tell you things you... didn't want to know. Things that may sour your already contentious view of your father.”

Well it's too late for that; the only reason why Sebastian didn't outright hate the man was because he was dead, and it just felt wrong to hate a dead person. This was subject to change however, if what he found in that diary made Klaus into a reprehensible person in his eyes. But until then...

“I hoped to find the diary and read it. And perhaps lighten the blow should anything inside it not be to your liking, if necessary.”

“Is that... haah... is that true?”

She looked back up at him.

“Of course it is. Master Sebastian, I'd never lie to you.”

Conviction. When Igrene spoke, it was always with conviction. She never said anything without meaning it 100%, something Sebastian had learned since his arrival. She was always professional, always dutiful, but not to an extent where it can become suffocating. Whenever Sebastian saw her smile, he felt that smile. Whenever Sebastian heard her speak – no matter what it may be about – he felt the dedication she had to him. So when Igrene said she'd never lie to him...

He believed it.

Closing his eyes, Sebastian turned away from Igrene, his hand clawing at his desk. He honestly felt ashamed of himself; it was wrong for him to ever doubt Igrene. She never doubted him, she always gave him the utmost respect, love, and belief that he could become an earl that the estate was proud of. But here he was, distrusting his most dutiful servant. And for what? Because of Katherine's words, when she herself has proven to be distrustful and even confusing? Igrene had been working hard to defend him, to make sure he wasn't overwhelmed by the chaos of coming to a new home of this size, meeting all the drachenmagd, and taking in the fact that they weren't human. And like a petulant child, he decided to scold her for it.

Some earl he is...

“Igrene, I'm so, so sorry,” Sebastian said as he looked back at her, while she pulled her head up to return his gaze. She still looked visibly disappointed with herself.

“No, Master, you shouldn't apologize,” the Head-Housemaid stated, “You have every right to be disappointed and even angry with me. As I admitted, I did hold things back from you. I should have trusted that you would have been able to handle everything from the beginning.”

“No, no... no, Igrene... you were right,” he said with a nod, “Knowing me... I would have certainly been overwhelmed by all of you, and especially Katherine. I'm still overwhelmed by her, honestly. You are older than me. Heh... you remember how I was when I first came here all those years ago. You... you made the decision to withhold certain things from me so that I may learn of them at my own pace, knowing I'd probably be overwhelmed by it all. I'll be the first to admit it; that was the right thing to do. I know you'll say I shouldn't do so, but I feel like I should anyway; I'm sorry for ever doubting you, Igrene. Really, I am...”

She looked up at him, her lips curling into a green smile. He blinked, and in that time alone, her horns, tail, and reptilian eyes returned just like that. Like before with her fellow drachenmagd, seeing those sharp, slit eyes staring at him made Sebastian feel good. Strange that snake eyes can do that to a person, but not when he's as used to seeing them as he is.

“You do forgive me, right?” Sebastian asked, making Igrene giggle.

“Fufufufu... there's no need to forgive you, Master. For you have done nothing wrong. However... do you forgive me?”

He smiled.

“Only... if you give me a kiss...”

“Fufufu... of course, Master...” her face drifted forward, “Of course... nmmm... mmmfff...”

She pressed her lips to his lips, and Sebastian pressed back, their eyes closed as their tongues intertwined, licking and slurping upon one another. Call him cheeky, but the young earl thought he could pull a fast one on Igrene due to his increase skill in kissing. He was wrong; Igrene was still his superior. But like usual, she did not completely control and dominate the kiss, like what Selene would do. No, it was a slower, sensual dance, one that went on for both too long, yet not long enough. If only Sebastian could hold his breath longer...

Their moist lips parted, Sebastian panted softly while Igrene placed her hands upon his cheeks to frame his face. She began rising and moving in closer, her body's illustrious odor starting to completely overwhelm and overpower him. Igrene was like quicksand; the more he struggled, the deeper he sinks.

She climbed atop him, straddling his hips as her statuesque body leaned against his. Staring up into her face, her alluring smile remained strong, further drawing him in. Sebastian's hands grabbed upon Igrene's hips and waist, groping her body, feeling her elegant form. Her hands left his face meanwhile, instead resting on his chest. There his philandering fingers continued stroking along her body, where he grabbed a handful of her skirt, pulling it.

Inch by inch it riddled up, flaunting Igrene's stalkings, garter straps and garter belt. The elegant undergarments of a beautiful woman, framing her form like an amazing package. Sebastian's hand slipped under her skirt, just to palm a handful of her squeezable buttocks. Fingers sinking in, he coaxed an airy moan from the Head-Housemaid, who pushed her body more into his.

“I'm curious to see how your morning workouts with Emiline and Carmeline have gone,” Igrene remarked, “I know you are not the same as when you first arrived.”

“Right, heh heh... when I first came, I was a virgin... you took charge over me...” a bashful smile adorned his face as he looked away, “I liked it when you did... I could better keep up with things.”

“But now things are different, aren't they?” Igrene replied, causing him to look back up at her, “You look so... masculine...” her hand gently stroked along his face and cheek, “I'd love to experience it more. Dinner will not be ready for a while.”

“Dinner, huh... heh heh... dinner...”

His fingers pressed into her buttocks, squeezing and rolling it about as he continued exploring her body. In return, Igrene tensed up, her glowing green eyes fluttering briefly as she was coaxed in towards him for another kiss. And another kiss, and another.

Each kiss lifted Sebastian's spirits, emboldened him, encouraged him. When that last kiss came, he stared into her eyes, getting lost in their illustrious glow. An order left his lips.

“Could you sit on my desk?”

“Fufufu... of course, Master.”

Pulling away from his lap, Igrene did as was asked of her; sitting on his desk before him. Sebastian didn't hesitate; the moment she sat down, his hungered breathing drove him to place his hands upon her knees. Slowly he spread open her legs, with Igrene grabbing her skirt and pulling it up, revealing her panties towards him.

Elegant and red; Igrene's undergarments were as beautiful and mature as she was. It hugged close to her body, with the design of serpents slithering upon their lacing. Placing his hands upon her thighs, Sebastian gently kneaded her body, feeling the soft yet firm flesh of her body. From her crotch which stared him in his face, Igrene's delicious odor continued filling the air. Sebastian's eyes closed as his head leaned in, pressing up to the crux of her pussy as he took in a deep, hard whiff of her body.

“Sniiiiiiiiiiffffff...”

Mmmm... so good...

Snuggling more into her Igrene's body, Sebastian groaned out audibly. In return, the Red Serpent giggled, indulging in the feeling of her Master's cute head. His hungered sniffs pushed him up more into her body, causing Igrene to lean back as her hand fell atop her Master's head. His cute little blond hair that bobbed as she shook it, the airy way he spoke her name as he entrenched himself in her scent. Over and over again like some drifting recorder.

“Mmmm... Igrene... sniiiiiffff... Igreeeneee... haaaah... snirrrrrrt! Igrene... Igrene... mmmff...”

He pressed kisses to her thighs, widening out her leg where he learned she was surprisingly limber. His fingers hooked under her panties, pulling them down her legs and right off her heel-clad feet. With them gone, the raw, uncut scent of her heavenly body greeted him, causing a build of saliva within his mouth. Sebastian's brown eyes stared straight towards her glistening womanhood, watching as it dribbled slightly upon his desk's surface.

That illustrious odor... he dove in without a moment's hesitation.

“Khaaaah! Masterrr...! Mmmphh!”

Eyes closing as she reclined slightly, Igrene felt Sebastian's mouth and lips press up to her cunt. No hesitation; he quickly began lapping up at her juices, stroking his tongue along her folds while his lips kissed her again and again and again. He hesitated briefly, tensed up in place, but then his tongue extended out, slicking along her throbbing clit and making her tense up. Igrene gripped her skirt tightly, shivering in place as her Master's oral grew in size.

“Kaaahhah... I see that... mmm... Emiline's daily teachings are more than just workouts,” Igrene remarked, her voice airy and sensual, “I must... khaaaaah... I must be sure to thank her...”

Sebastian pulled back softly, Igrene's juices flowing on his lips. He was breathing hard, even though things were only getting started. Those brown eyes of hers were locked squarely upon Igrene's face, seeing the slight red blush that adorned her cheeks, and the ever engrossing smile on her lips. He raised up further, standing before Igrene as he grabbed her knees once again. This time pushing her leg up, the Head-Housemaid gave a soft groan as her feet were placed on the desk.

Her dress up, Sebastian continued to have unbridled access to her womanhood. And with this access... what would he do with it? He had been a very, how you say, touch and go lover, hadn't he? Sure, he had his moments where he did something wild and new, but otherwise, he was more than comfortable going with the flow.

But now, with Igrene again after what felt like so long, he wanted to do more than just what felt good at the moment. He wanted to impress.

So standing up while Igrene sat with her legs spread on his desk, Sebastian leaned in, his eyes closed as his lips met hers. She cared not that her own taste was on his lips, and gleefully kissed back against him. The sound of their lips smacking against one another were audible, hiding his hand that came down towards her legs. Gently he kneaded her thigh once more, while the heat that resonated from her cunt drew him forward.

“Mmfmfffnn!”

Igrene bit on his bottom lip, as Sebastian's fingers began slicking and pressing along her folds. Stroke up, stroke down, slide side to side, all causing her petals to grow damper. Her juices were so hot that his fingers shook, but that did not deter Sebastian in the least bit. All the drachenmagd were hot on the inside... he had a few theories as to why.

But none of that mattered right now as he took aim with her cunt. Moving away from Igrene's lips, Sebastian began kissing her upon her neck, garnering moans from her lips She closed her eyes and relaxed more, though her hands kept her propped up on the desk. Her Master's hunger for her were stronger than it was the first time, where he was nubile and skittish. Now his movements all had this strength to it, this purpose. And that purpose was pleasure.

“Nhhhngnh!”

If she wasn't sitting in a squatted position right now, she would clenched her legs by now. Sebastian's finger slid straight into her pussy, gliding along her vaginal track without being caught or hung up. He certainly knew what he was doing, as his slender fingers stroked her cunt from the back to the entrance in purposeful strides. His nail even scratched along the hood of her cunt, causing Igrene to not only shudder, but let a moan out loud.

“Hmmnn... Master,” she groaned, where his finger suddenly pushed in deep, “KNNGHHH!!! M-MASTER! KHAAAH!”

Right up to the knuckle, his middle and index finger both pushed into her sweltering cunt. Igrene's legs tensed up, and one of her arms came over, wrapping around his neck and shoulders to hold him close and dear. No, she didn't want him away; she wanted everything she could experience from him. To be blessed by this rigid training he had been put under by the Marshal; she honestly could not be anymore thankful.

But he did not stop at merely fingering her cunt. His thumb came sliding over, where it quickly pressed into her clit like it was a button. Igrene locked up and she clenched her teeth, not releasing herself until Sebastian's thumb left her. Once it did her entire body shuddered, sending out more of that thick aroma she exudes.

And then his thumb returned, this time flicking upon her clit. First left, then right, left again; all so quick and after one another. She was sensitive there and Sebastian knew that, abusing and toying with her body in whatever way he saw fit. The more he fingered her, the more he kissed her, the more his thumb flicked her clit, the higher Igrene's pleasure built. Her grip tightening around Sebastian's shoulder, she continued squeezing him, while her lips drifted towards his ear.

“Master...” she said breathlessly, “Kuhuaaah... M-Master, I... mmkhaaaa... Master, I--! Nhgkhaaa! Master! Master, I-- MMMPHH!?”

Her voice got caught in her throat. Replaced with the dirty sound of--

Drip! Drip! Drrprprprrprprprprp!

As well as the rush of Igrene's orgasm. It squirted upon his fingers and flowed upon his desk, marring them in her clear, spicy, sensual juices. Sebastian himself pulled his lips away from Igrene's neck, where he looked over to see her orgasmic face. Those eyes hazy, those lips in an 'o', all while panting for breath. Sebastian's own breathing began to mix with her own, the two panting at the same pace.

“Khoooh... khoooh... kuufufuuu... ara ara, Master,” Igrene said, her green eyes sweeping over to look at him, “I see that your daily teachings from Emiline and Caremline have... haaah... have borne fruit.”

“Heh heh... I've always been a good student,” Sebastian replied in a rather suave manner, “I soak up things like a sponge...”

“Mmmm... such a dutiful Master you are,” Igrene remarked breathlessly, “We've truly be blessed to have one as dedicated as you following your father's death. I fear what may have happened otherwise.”

“I fear it too...”

“Fufufu...” her hands slid along his cheek, “Here... allow me to repay the favor...”

She kissed him again, her legs shifting over the edge of the desk as she began pushing against him. Sebastian didn't fight her off, slowly moving back until he sat upon his grand and comfortable chair once again. Resting upon it, Igrene pulled back as the young earl gazed upon her with a sense of wonderment in his eye.

No matter how many times he sees her, the Head-Housemaid's elegant and statuesque beauty continued to resonate.

“Make yourself comfortable, Master,” Igrene said, her hands coming together as she stood before him, “Leave your body in my hands. I assure you, I'll treat you with the utmost love and adoration.”

He opened his mouth to speak, only to nod. Igrene nodded as well, where she descended, getting down on her knees once more before him. This time however, instead of begging for his forgiveness, she unbuckled and unzipped his pants, her hand delving inside to free his swelling manhood. See this girthy length once again made her green eyes glow, and the swelling of desire built to a zenith within her. Igrene's hands reached forward, gently cradling Sebastian's cock, giving it a terse stroke while her eyes looked up towards his face.

“Mmm... it looks so much more bigger now,” she commented as her head came forward, her cheek rubbing against his length like a playful cat, “Mmmmm... it's so lively too... and... sniff... sniff... it has his new scent to it. Hmm... it smells like my sisters.”

“Yeah... uh... that's not weird at all...” Sebastian remarked, causing Igrene to giggle.

“Is it? Your manhood doesn't agree.”

And how. When she made that statement of his cock having a similar odor to her fellow drachenmagd, it actually caused it to throb against her. Such energy drove Igrene to rub her cheek against his cock more and more. She felt the head of his dick leaking its clear pre, some of it having tracked upon her flesh like a sticky bridge. Her tongue even slicked out, extending to scoop some of his precum up. It hung on her slithering tongue for a few moments, before sliding right into her mouth; all as Sebastian watched.

It tasted good; so hot, so sticky. It may have only been a minuscule amount, but with taste buds as strong as hers, she could tell how fresh it was. Her Master's body was far more lively now than it had been since he first arrive; one could see from sight alone. However, she would need a more thorough sample to prove it.

Enough idle rubbing of his cock; Igrene wanted all it had to offer! So she reached her hands forward and pushed it up his length, positioning it perfectly with her lips while her green eyes kept him paralyzed. And it was with those eyes on his face that she descended down, further and further and further until...

“Mmmfff...”

“Haaaah... Igrene... hnn...”

It flowed into her mouth. Big, weighty, salty... mmm... good.

Naturally she was restrained at first. Her hands rested upon his lap to keep his cock straight, while her head bobbed up and down upon the first inch or so. She did it slowly too, pushing down...

Waiting...

Waiting...

Waiting...

And then finally pulling back, leaving his cock glistening in her spit and saliva. There she'd hang her lips upon the head of his cock, her tongue stroking along his glands in a swirling motion that was both erotically pleasing and ticklish. But then she'd push back down, sinking his cock into her mouth; this time going down over a third upon it. Her tongue then lapped and slapped against the bottom of his penis, pushing it up, leaning it left, pushing it right, then stroking the top; all in that order, three times over.

Everything Igrene did was practiced to perfection. No faults, no mistakes, no nothing; the Head-Housemaid did everything to the best of her abilities. And since she's had over two hundred years to master said abilities, yeah, it was far better than anything any mortal woman could do. Though, it's not like Sebastian has had any experience with such a thing to compare it to. He could only compare it to her fellow drachenmagd and he's not doing that.

The last thing he wants are some petty rivalries exploding into full on war. And with Selene... ooooh no...

But really, there was no need to compare them; they all did better than superb. He wouldn't be able to choose whose fellatio is better than whose, yet he has no doubt that he'd be able to pick them out of a line up. Bizarre.

“Hnngh!”

Igrene was poised to remind him she was there.

Thoughts about his other girls and their fellatio skills were instantly dashed as Sebastian locked his eyes back down on Igrene beneath him. She pulled back as his cock throbbed so lively within her mouth, retreating with an audible 'POP!' that rung in Sebastian's ears. Looking at his maid, he watched her once more rub her cheek against his cock, her lips spreading out into a blissful smile as she even closed her eyes, marveling in his length.

“Amazing... hmm... so big and energetic...” Igrene commented, before planting a few kisses to the side of his penis, “Ahh... it's so hard too... and the taste is exquisite,” her eyes reopened and she looked back up at him, “Let us continue to test your resolve...”

“Test my... resolve...?” he repeated at first confused, though it didn't take long for him to realize what she was speaking about. And even if he hadn't, well...

“NOMPH!”

“Mmmf!”

Igrene struck again, her mouth wrapping around his cock as she began sucking in earnest. Each draw pulled on his length, making it and him shake in its entirety. His maid's hands wrapped around the base of his length as well, holding it and him still as he kept sucking. Harder... harder... harder! Sebastian in turn bit his bottom lip and gripped his seat tightly, struggling to hold in the orgasm which threatened to erupt this instant.

But he staved it off still, while Igrene began stroking his cock. Her head bobbed up and down with a quickened paced, her tongue pressing to his slit as she pushed it up and down, up and down, all whilst sucking and sucking and sucking. The spit, the speed, the energy of it all; Sebastian's balls started drawing close to his body. But he fought back nonetheless, eventually letting out a deep breath he didn't know he was holding.

It felt good. Impossibly good. But between Mylene, Nadine, Faline, Emiline, and of course Selene, Sebastian had built up quite the stamina and defense against intense fellatio.

Drool began splattering about, making a mess of Igrene's usually beautiful face, but she didn't care. Not with her eyes closed and her focus intense. It splashed along her lips, oozed down her chin where it eventually dribbled upon her blouse, but the extreme dedication to pleasing her Master remained resolute.

Her spit and his pre combined made something so thick, gooey, and abundant, while Igrene's head turned one way, then the other, and another, all as she sucked, licked, and swallowed. Sucked, licked, and swallowed.

Sucked, licked, and swallowed!

“Igrene... Igrene, I-- NNGH!?”

“KMMMFFFPHH!?”

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It was hot, it was thick, and it was instant; all exploding within her mouth rather suddenly.

Igrene scrunched up her face as the hot and bitter taste of her Master's seed filled her mouth without a moment's hesitation. Nothing was spared; her teeth, her gums, her tongue, all of it was coated in white-hot seed. It flowed, no, it oozed slowly down her mouth, and even came streaking down the sides of his dick. But before it could reach too far where it may stain his clothes or the chair beneath them, Igrene's serpentine tongue came slicking out, where it scooped up the rest of his seed. And then she pushed down, making sure to clean his dick fully of any residing seed. His cock was covered in spit and glistened in the light of his private study, while Igrene allowed a smile to spread out on her lips.

She should have swallowed it by now, but she kept it in her mouth, marveling at its taste and texture. That's something he'd expect of Selene, not Igrene... but she is the one who's compared him to prime rib before.

Was it really that good? It kind of embarrassed him, honestly.

“Igrene...”

“Gulp... Kaaah... magnificent,” she commented, though a bit of seed slid out the corner of her mouth, “And I was thinking I might join you and your family for dinner today. Ah... but not after this.”

“Right... huh... dinner...” Sebastian muttered, “Time... almost got away from me.”

“I should... go and send for Mistress Rita and Master Jack,” Igrene claimed, “I'm sure after their day out at Schonheit, they'll love Nadine's meals.”

“Yes...you're right... umm...”

Standing up, Igrene performed a bow before her Master Sebastian, before turning to face the door. However, Sebastian stood, where he quickly stuffed away his manhood and sealed his pants. Immediately after – and with Igrene's back still to him – he walked towards his drachenmagd, wrapping his arms around her waist as he pulled himself in to hug her back. She jerked softly, before reaching back to place her hand upon his head as he nuzzled into her.

“Igrene...” Sebastian whispered, his embrace growing tighter, “I really want to apologize for accusing you of doing something malicious. What with your reaction to me looking for my father's diary, Aunt Rita acting odd after your talk with her, and Katherine's words... I just... I guess I got overwhelmed regardless...”

“Katherine... Katherine spoke of me?” Igrene asked as she turned to face her master, with him looking back with an eyebrow raised.

“Uh... yeah, she did. When we spoke at night, she first said that the graveyard is a lie... which I don't get. And she also said that you were hiding the truth from me, and that I couldn't trust you.”

Had he said too much? Perhaps he did. He feared that would only incite Igrene's anger knowing the White Dragon was speaking ill of her at night. And considering the so-called intense arguments they have, he wondered if she would confront Katherine about these things.

But the Head-Housemaid is better than that, at least he felt so. Igrene wasn't the type of person to go off and yell at someone for something like this, though he wondered what it would take for her to yell at someone. She did yell at Selene, but that was lighthearted. This? This felt more intense.

But when he looked at Igrene, he did not see anger or frustration, or even disappointment and pain. No... Igrene looked more concerned, as if hearing this was something she should worry about. Does that mean he should worry about it too?

“Igrene?” Sebastian said, while she tensed up to regain her professionalism.

“My apologies Master, I was just alarmed by what you told me,” Igrene said, “I can't believe Katherine would say these things... and yet I am also not surprised.”

“Huh? What are you talking about?”

“Oh Master... Katherine has been acting strange ever since the death of your father, and even more so when I made the decision to reach out to you,” Igrene explained, though she turned to face the door wistfully, “Of all my sisters...” her eyes looked back, “Katherine was undoubtedly the closest to Master Klaus.”

“Really?” Sebastian asked, to which Igrene nodded.

“Yes, Master. I know your views on your father are negative at best, and rightfully so considering how he treated you and your mother, but to us...” she smiled in a forlorn manner, “We all loved Klaus, just as much as we love you. He was our earl and our Master.... ahh...” she tensed up, “However, none were closer to Master Klaus than Katherine was. It had been that way since he was a very, very young boy, and only blossomed as he grew up. And in his twilight years... haah... at times, he'd only emerge from his chambers to speak with Rodeline surrounding his sickness, or spend time with Katherine. He wouldn't even eat with anyone but her. Now that Master Klaus is gone, I fear Katherine may be struggling to accept that.”

“Is it... is really that simple?” Sebastian asked, “If Katherine really does just miss my father... why would she say I can't trust you?”

Igrene shrugged her shoulders, her expression becoming even more concerned.

“I do not know,” she answered honestly, “My attempts to speak with Katherine have all ended in failure; it is like she's purposefully trying to avoid me.”

“Hmm...”

Sebastian's hands bawled into fists, his frustrations with Katherine having reached a zenith. Not only was she acting cryptic, she had been avoiding Igrene as well? And for what; because his father was dead? Hmm... that only seemed to make him angrier... for obvious reasons.

However, if she was truly that close to Klaus, then that only increased the chances of her knowing where his diary was.

“Well... I guess it can't be helped,” Sebastian said spitefully, before looking up at Igrene with a genuine smile, “But thank you, Igrene, for all your hard work. Even if I and every other earl were to say it a thousand times, I don't think it would be enough.”

“Oh Master... I only ever aim to please,” Igrene said as she bowed before him, “But... please do not think negatively of Katherine. I assure you; she's just as dedicated to serving you as we all are. She's just in pain.”

Even after telling her everything he knew, Igrene sung praises of her sister. That didn't make Sebastian feel that much better, but it did bring a smile to his face. Maybe Katherine was just in pain, and that she needed some help grieving his father's death. If he could get in contact with her, he'd be able to get the answers he sought.

If only...

Call me...

He knew her number.

Wait...

After giving one last bow, Igrene made way for the door, departing through it and leaving Sebastian behind. When she did, his eyes turned to face the antique phone on his desk, and he approached it with his hand shaking. Beside it were all the numbers of the drachenmagd save Katherine; just as it should be. Perhaps he should have asked Igrene what was Katherine's number now that he was aware of it, but he no longer felt as if it was necessary.

All the drachenmagd's numbers went up in an incremental manner, with Igrene's ending in a '01', and Emiline's ending in a '10'. He thought Katherine's number would end in '11', seeing as how she was the only one left off the list. But now that he knew of her position as Housekeeper, Sebastian knew what number to put in.

“Alright... okay... let's do this... 1... 8... 3... 2... 2... 0... 1... 9... 0... 0...”

The phone began ringing.

And ringing...

And ringing...

Until there was a click on the side.

“Haaah... Master...”

“Katherine...”

Sebastian shivered as a silence befell them both. Was it him, or were things different from usual? And, no, not just because he called her as oppose to running into her in the middle of the hall. Katherine's voice sounded different... as in it wasn't droning on like some specter haunting the halls.

“You sound different...” Sebastian stated, hearing this difference in tone.

“I do? I hadn't noticed...” she responded, her dry delivering making it difficult to tell if it was a joke or not, “I see you've discovered my phone number, even though Igrene left it off of your list.”

“I spoke to Igrene about you... is it because of my father's death that you act so strange?” Sebastian asked, though he heard Katherine shift on the other side.

“Acting strange? I have been... acting strange,” she answered, “If Igrene were to find me, I would not be able to deny her.”

“Deny her what? Why have you been acting this way Katherine? And... and where is my father's diary?”

For a few moments he heard nothing but silence on Katherine's end. It grew to the point that Sebastian's grip on the phone tightened, almost as if he'd crush it with his meager strength. Since he first ran into her, Katherine had been nothing but mysterious, confusing, and conflicting. Perhaps that's why he feared she would slip through the cracks of his fingers like water; the fact that this conversation was even going still felt dreamlike to him.

“Tell me... do you remember me, Master Sebastian?” Katherine asked, confusing him.

“Do I... remember you? What are you talking about?”

“Fifteen years ago... a mysterious woman and her son came to the Faust Estate,” said the White Dragon, “I had never seen someone like her before. She and her son were the most amazing and beautiful people I had ever seen outside of the Faust family. And her son? He was a Faust.”

“What are... what?”

“What did Igrene say to you today?” Katherine suddenly asked.

“She confirmed everything you said. That she had indeed been misleading me. But only because she feared I'd be overwhelmed by everything in the estate,” Sebastian answered without hesitation.

“Taah... and you believed her?”

“Yes, I do!” he replied, “And why wouldn't I? I saw it in her eyes, I heard it in her voice. She wasn't lying to me. She even said you were just as dedicated to serving me as the rest of the drachenmagd. So why do you act so strange, and try to twist me against Igrene?”

“Igrene and I have differing views,” Katherine answered, “But we both have your best interests at heart.”

“WHAT!? You're making even less sense now!” Sebastian shouted into the phone, “Now you both have my best interests at heart? How when you were just saying Igrene was fooling me!? Why are you like this, Katherine? Just... just tell me what your deal is! Look, I'm not my father! I don't know if you got confused with me like you got confused between my aunt Rita and my mother, but I am not Klaus!”

“I know that... I can feel you, Master,” Katherine whispered into the phone, “You feel like Klaus. But you feel like Mai. You're unique because of that.”

“Ffuuh... why do you keep bringing up my mother?” Sebastian asked through gritted teeth, his grip growing even tighter upon the phone.

“Hmm... haaah... tell me... is it possible for someone to tell you the truth, and yet still be secretive with their intent?” Katherine asked back instead, “If a mother were to lie to their child, hiding the truth of horrors from them so that they may sleep well at night, is that noble? Ah, but if someone were to use the truth to bring someone else closer for possessive means, would that not be wrong, even if they do not lie?”

“I don't... I don't quite follow!”

“Igrene tells you the truth, but she does so expertly. She's never lied to you, but for all the truths she does tell you, there are a hundred, if not a thousand more secrets she continues to hide. Master Sebastian... if I tell you I know where your father's diary is, would you believe me?”

Sebastian tensed up as his voice got caught in his throat. Though he surmised that Katherine knew where Klaus' diary was, he he also figured there was a chance she did not know. Perhaps he was purposefully holding himself back, for fear of disappointment if even she did not know. But Katherine's words only proved it; she did know where it was.

“Give it to me!” Sebastian growled, visibly shaking as he did so.

“So you do believe me?”

“Ironically – even with your insubordinate behavior – Igrene trusts your judgment,” Sebastian claimed, still through gritted teeth, “And you said it yourself; Igrene does not lie. So if you know where it is, tell me now!”

“I think it would be best if I showed it to you, for where it is cannot be so easily reached.”

Sebastian's grip on his phone grew lax, confusion blatant on his face as he struggled to decipher her words. But the Faust Estate is a large place, so its very possibly it could be somewhere within one of its distant bungalows. Finding it would be difficult, but with Katherine as his guide, it would make things that much easier. So nodding, Sebastian said,

“Y--”

WHUMP!

“Master!”

“Huh?”

Bringing his head up, his eyes befell Larsine, who bowed before him as she entered his room.

“Dinner is ready, Master. Everyone is waiting for you at the dining hall.”

“Right, I'll be there in a moment,” Sebastian answered.

Larsine nodded and he turned to face his phone, but all he got was a dial tone. His eyes widened with surprise and he shook in place, but he didn't say anything. This shift in demeanor was noticed by Larsine, and she even called out to him, but he didn't answer. He just sat there, shaking, shaking, shaking... before he finally relented.

Of course Katherine would be that easy to scare off; just by way of an opened door. But instead of showing anger and frustration, Sebastian merely let out a deep breath, dismissing it. Things may have been progressing at a snail's pace, but hey, at lest they were progressing. Soon, he'd have his father's diary in his hands, and he'd have the truth.

But until then...

“Larsine... how do you feel about Katherine?” Sebastian asked as he began heading out the door with his Valet his side.

“Katherine? Oh... I love Katherine; we all do,” Larsine answered, “I know she may seem strange... and I know it was odd of her to mistake Mistress Rita for your mother, but if you were to understood things from her end, it would make sense.”

“Yes... I expected you to say something like that,” Sebastian replied, which caused Larsine's head to cock, “Although...” he turned to her with a smile, “I'm happy you all think so highly of her.”

“Ah yes... but of course...” Larsine muttered back.

She fidgeted slightly in place, watching as Sebastian began walking off towards the dining hall. She was curious as to who he was on the phone with when she arrived, but with him speaking about the White Dragon, Larsine had an assumption. Of course, she didn't want to jump to conclusions, but...

“Larsine... are you coming?”

“Ah, yes! Right away, Master!”

…

Thump... thump... thump...

So... dinner went great. He ate with Jack and Rita as one would suspect, though his uncle did most – if not all – of the talking. Get him a couple of Cold Creeks, and he really starts to get loose in the lips. Heaven knows what would happen if he actually started drinking some of the estate's more expensive wines. Of which... honestly, Sebastian had no clue how many alcoholic beverages his home had. Probably too many to count.

But that was all in the past, and he'd already forgotten what it was his uncle said to him. And Aunt Rita? Well, she remained mostly silent, laughing along with what her husband would say every now and then, but nothing more. And of course, Mylene was there to service them, with Sebastian being sure to keep an eye on the Parlor Maid. He didn't want her trying to 'tease' his aunt again by flashing her reptilian eyes... or his uncle for that matter.

But now here Sebastian stood, back at his room, dressed in light blue pajamas top and bottoms which were incredibly soft and nice on the body. He couldn't thank Adeline enough for her full wardrobe of clothes, but that wasn't here nor there. No, right here, right now, he was thumping his fingers along his drawer, his brown eyes gazing out towards the courtyard of his estate. More importantly, he stared at the graveyard; Katherine's first warning of something being off about the estate. Of all the things he asked Igrene today, whether or not the graveyard was real wasn't one of them. He told her about it, but he didn't press the issue. Perhaps he should have.

Looking over, Sebastian's eyes befell his smartphone. He'd love to have his antique phone here in his room, but he felt like it was more appropriate to keep it in his study. But his smartphone would do fine; he could call Katherine through this.

But as he picked it up, he wondered; could he even trust the White Dragon? Even when he got the chance to properly speak to her, she continued acting strange and mysterious, leaving him just as confused as usual. However, the fact that she said she knew where his father's diary was, and would even show it to him, was more than reason enough for him to entertain the thought of speaking to her. Even if he didn't like it.

So turning the phone towards him, he brought it to life as his thumb went to call app. But just before he could start putting in the numbers--

Whump!

“Master? Are you here?” a cute voice rang from his doorway.

Turning around, Sebastian faced the door, his eyes going just over the head of a certain diminutive dragoness. When he brought his gaze down, his eyes met the alluring yet ever so egotistical gaze of Adeline.

Her long red hair had been done up and placed in a yellow bonnet like a night cap, keeping it contained. Her body meanwhile was adorned in an elegant nightgown that was a golden-yellow in color, as well as being translucent. Of particular note, it did have straps that wrapped over her shoulders, but they were so small you'd be forgiven for not noticing them against her flesh. Because of this, it made it seem as if her nightgown was held up by the power of her massive bust alone... which may be possible. It was tight around her midsection, yet ballooned around her feet like an umbrella skirt without the crinoline. And, yes, the bodice was very cleavage exposing, though being slightly higher and therefor slightly more modest than something Selene would wear... but only slightly.

She waltzed into his room with a uppity smile on her face, her hand raised to gently tuck some red locks back into her bonnet. She looked alluring, even if her more cute, rounded features were slightly at odds with her sensual stride.

“Fuuuaaaaah... you're staring so hard, Master,” Adeline commented with a smirk on her lips, even posing with her hand on her hip and her chest pressed forward, “Do you like what you see?”

Sebastian opened his mouth, almost ready to shoot back a teasing, snide remark... but he didn't. Not just because Adeline wouldn't let him hear the end of it – and she wouldn't – but more so because of what she said earlier that day in the alley; about her feelings of inferiority compared to her sisters. He could relate.

“You look great, Adeline,” Sebastian said as he walked up to her, his hand meeting hers, “Perfect for a doll like you.”

“Hmm... doll...” she averted her eyes, blushing, “Fuh... hearing it now makes me embarrassed. Oh!?”

“Heh heh! Does it?” Sebastian asked whilst picking up her small, dainty body into his arms, like she truly was a doll, “Hmmm... I don't mind hugging up to dolls... I'm comfortable enough with my masculinity to admit it!”

It was a joke, a poor one at that, but it still brought a soft chuckle to Adeline's lips. She even snuggled into her Master as he made way for his bed with her in his arms. He squeezed her back too, her soft, plush body feeling great against his skin and hands. Of particular note were her thighs, as his fingers were sinking in and in and in...

Mmmm...

Looking over towards his drawer, Sebastian's eyes befell his phone, reminding him of his desire to call Katherine. But now that Adeline was here, he decided against it. Once again, it would be unwise for him to call another one of the drachenmagd with the egotistical Tailor Maid right here with him, even if said ego was a slight mask. He didn't want to hurt her feelings anyway, though he did have question to ask her.

“Adeline...” he said as he turned to face her whilst resting in his bed, “What do you think of Katherine?”

“Fuh? Katherine?” she stuck out her tongue, “Fah! You'll never meet another drachenmagd as possessive as she is!”

“R-really?” Sebastian replied, to which Adeline nodded, “I... I thought Selene was the possessive one...”

“Selene is a possessive one, but even her possessiveness isn't as strong as Katherine's,” replied the Tailor Maid, “I'd say... of all of us, Emiline, Selene, and Katherine are the most possessive, in that order. Although...” she rocked a bit, “We are all a little possessive, Master...”

“Hmm...”

That's... not the answer he was expecting. Faline, Igrene and Larsine all spoke great of Katherine, but here was Adeline saying she was the most possessive out of all of them. What does that mean when they're all admittedly possessive? And... really, is it possible for any of them to be more possessive than Selene?

He didn't think so...

“Is this just gossip?” Sebastian asked in a teasing manner, thinking Adeline was merely being hyperbolic.

“What? Me? Gossip about my sisters? Never!” she answered, though it was equal parts playful and earnest, “However...” she looked back up at him in a demure manner, “Katherine is certainly a very possessive woman. She's always been that way, especially with Master Klaus. There were times when she'd get frustrated if we tried speaking with him! But that's not the first time she's been this way with a member of the Faust family.”

Adeline's words only served to further confuse and befuddle her Master, adding to the mystery that is the White Dragon. Yes, he knew very little about her, but what he did know was very strange and conflicting. Don't trust Igrene, yet everything Igrene says is honest. Do not trust the graveyard, yet she confuses Rita for Mai. The other drachenmagd sing her praises, yet Adeline also claims her to be possessive. None of them came off as liars, and even if they were liars, to what end? What would they get from this?

Alas, even if Katherine was acting weird and bizarre, Sebastian was going to trust her. She is a drachenmagd, and more importantly, she was the only one who seems to know where her father's diary is. So the next time they spoke, he was going with her to find his father's diary. But until then...

“Fuah! Now did you invite me to sleep with you tonight just to talk about my sisters?” Adeline asked as she slammed her tiny fists into his shoulders, “That's a sure fire way to anger a woman, Master! Speaking of others in their presence when they are here with you!”

“Heh heh! Ow, I promise, that wasn't my intent!” Sebastian claimed playfully, “And... I always keep my promises.”

“Fuh! You're lucky you're right!” Adeline aid, before brushing up her hair again, “Now... when you slept with Selene and Mylene, was it entirely chaste?”

Sebastian opened his lips to respond, probably in a snarky manner, but once again he didn't. Instead he looked at her alluring red eyes and the sensual smile on her lips, where he smiled too. Reaching his hand out for her, he gently lifted and removed her bonnet, letting her luscious red hair fall free from within. Adeline clung at his hand and her bonnet briefly, before drawing her eyes to meet his brown ones.

His face came forward, his cute nose pressing up to Adeline's cute nose. He heard her breathing fill the air, while his eyes grew lidded. Reaching out for him, the Tailor Maid wrapped her dainty little arms around his neck and shoulders, pulling him in closer. Her lips briefly pressed to his lips, followed by a soft pant, before she bit her bottom lip in barely restrained desire.

“The lights are still on, Master,” Adeline whispered.

“Yes... I'll turn them off...”

Click!

…

These days when he looks at himself in the mirror, Sebastian finds it hard to believe that's really him. His reflection no longer showed this shy, meek boy, though his cute features and demure mannerisms were still blatant. However, he could see this look in his eye that didn't exist before; this resolve, this desire to do more with his life other than waste away. It's one of those things he would have never noticed, unless he actually made the decision to drastically change his life.

Then again, the ruby-red clothes he wore certainly helped in these regards.

Sebastian smoothed out his shirt as he stared at his reflection, dragging his palm along his chest and down to his stomach. His legs were clad in red slacks, feet in black suede shoes, and chest in a white undershirt beneath a red dress jacket. Once more he exuded the affluence and aura of an earl.

“Haaah... great,” Sebastian said before turning to face the amorous Black Dragon behind him, “How do I look, Selene?”

“Haaaahh! Perfect, Master! Absolutely peeerrfect!” she replied, causing him to blush from embarrassment.

Yeah, Selene's praise may be slightly skewed in his favor, but that didn't matter much to the young earl.

His mornings have all progressed largely the same after a while. He wakes up, and either goes to have breakfast, or Selene comes to bathe with him. This morning it was breakfast first, followed by his morning bathing with the Chamber Maid. Following that, he dressed himself, however, he didn't put on something simple, no.

“Why the choice in clothes, Master?” Selene asked as she placed her hands upon his shoulders, kneading them, “You... you aren't thinking about trying to woo some female outside of the estate, are you? You're still too young!”

“What? Cut it out, Selene,” he said with a chuckle as he shook his head, “No, I'm not heading out to the 'woo some female', heh heh!” he tapped her side, “Not with you all here. You'll probably lose your mind.”

“Oh? Then why are you dressed like this?” she asked, “Although... in my opinion, you always look amazing, no matter what you wear. Though, mmmm... I think I prefer you naked with your cute moans of bliss filling the air.”

“Seleeeennee...” he groaned whilst rolling his eyes, “Hah... Igrene said I should dress well today, that she had a surprise, and that I should wear my best for it.”

“Huh? Oh! Her surprise, yes, yes! I nearly forget! How foolish of me!” Selene said in her typical melodramatic nature.

“Oh? So you know?” Sebastian said whilst tugging on his belt, “Hmm... and I thought only Adeline knew what it was...”

“My, my! While I wish I could take responsibilities for this surprise, I'm afraid it was all Igrene's idea,” the Black Dragon claimed, “I'm sure you'll love it when you see it!”

“Heh... I'm sure I'll love it too,” he replied, though he swallowed his spit in steady trepidation.

Look, he trusted Igrene, he really does, but he couldn't help but to be wary of this gift she was going to give his aunt and uncle. Rita was starting to come out of her shell a bit more, but only because of their conversation the previous day. And even then, she tended to sink out of the way of Igrene whenever they passed one another in the hall. Was she still scared of those reptilian eyes she saw, or was it the conversation she and Igrene had kept her shaken? Sebastian wasn't sure, but he felt as if this gift would be the answer he sought.

So after tugging up on his collar, setting it tightly in place, the young earl headed towards the door... only to stop. On his drawer laid his smartphone, and his stopwatch. What self respecting earl would leave without his stopwatch? And once his items were gathered, Sebastian headed for the door, where he was greeted by Larsine.

“Guten Morgen, Master,” she said with a bow, “I am to led you to the estate's studio for Igrene's gift. Mylene should be leading Mistress Rita and Master Jack there as we speak.”

“Huh... a studio? Why am I not even surprised?” Sebastian replied, “I swear, this place has everything...”

Dismissing it as just another pleasantry in his massive palace full of them, Sebastian followed alongside Larsine, heading into the direction of the studio. Their path took them down the halls, towards the western wing of the estate. Sebastian wasn't sure what was more shocking; the shear size of his estate, or the fact that he was steadily becoming accustomed with it all.

He had been to this wing before.

As they drew closer to the studio, Sebastian noticed the walls of this hall were adorned with various paintings and portraits. It was different from the hall of paintings depicting his ancestors, for this was more random. One photo would be of a country side, the next a scenic vista of a city scape, another mountains, this one here was a painting of fruits, another one a painting of animals, these paintings of people.

And one portrait caused Sebastian to come to a complete halt.

It was a woman, sitting upon a lofty white chair. She was wearing a white dress, amazing and radiant. Her hair was a brown, though with a slight red tinge to it, and she had brown eyes with a cool glint in them. Was she smiling? No, she looked indifferent yet composed, abrasive yet tranquil. That's the best way to describe her expression.

Ah, but she wasn't alone.

There was a little boy sitting in her lap, one with blond that almost appeared orange in hue. He was wearing a white suit, and looked quite dapper as well. His expression was far more wide, far more clear, as if he was mystified by whatever it is he was looking at.

They were staring at the 'photographer' of the portrait, the woman holding the little boy near and dear, almost in a protective manner. The art and detail on them were without equal; from the gentle swaying of the woman's hair, to the reflective, glossy sheen of the boys wide eyes. The artistic level of the portrait was so great, it was less like a painting, and more like a photograph. The perfect capture of time, frozen forever.

Sebastian wasn't prepared for this, not today. He stepped back, because he recognized the people in this photo. It was his mother Mai, as well as himself as a four year old boy.

“Larsine...” Sebastian whispered as he faced her.

She tensed up, confused, only to realize what it was he looked at.

“M-my apologize, Master,” she said as she stepped between the photo and him, “Perhaps I should have covered this over before you walked through here!”

“N-no... not that,” he murmured as he pressed his hand to her side, moving her out of the way.

He looked at this portrait, scouring his memories for this moment in time. It had to have happened during his week stay here in his childhood, for he was four years old in this painting, he was sure of it! But he couldn't... he couldn't remember anything!

“Haaah... did... did Adeline paint this?” Sebastian asked whilst looking at Larsine, to which she shook her head.

“No... Katherine did,” replied the valet, much to his surprise.

“K... Katherine painted this?” Sebastian repeated, shear disbelief fueling his voice, “But I thought she was...” he covered his eyes, “Urrrghhh!”

Perhaps it was best if he hadn't gotten involved with Katherine at all. The more he learned about her, the more confused he became. She was the estate's Housekeeper, she was as dedicated to him as everyone else was, she fuels a distrust of Igrene, she is apparently the most possessive of all the drachenmagd, and she's a painter!?

“Are you okay, Master?” Larsine asked, her hand falling on his shoulder.

Her mere touch brought him back to reality, though he was no less confused by this new information. He even looked back at the portrait of him and his mother, wondering why Katherine would bother painting such a thing. Was it a live portrait, or was it something she created from memory? It would explain why he had no recollection of this.

But moreover... could he actually use this portrait as a means of connecting with Katherine? Hey, if she painted this, then she must have an artistic side. For now Sebastian would commit this to memory, moving on with Larsine towards the studio proper.

And boy, if he thought the hall was filled with random portraits detailing all sorts of things, then the studio itself was taken to eleven! Typically, the drachenmagd were all very meticulous and tidy, leaving no messes in their wake. Even the likes of Nadine and Carmeline – who'd Sebastian saw as the most likely to be the messiest of them all – were surprisingly neat when it came to their utensils and spaces.

The studio was in complete opposition to this.

In the center of the room was a platform, raised slightly that contained a chair for one to sit upon. Said chair and platform was clean... everywhere else was a mess. Paper laid on the floors, utensil were placed haphazardly about with no sense of coordination, unused picture frames were stacked upon one another, only to slide and fall apart. It was all so very messy indeed! At least the wide window was unobstructed, allowing them to see the land outside the estate.

“Sebastian!”

“Huh?”

He looked to his left, eyes falling on his Aunt Rita and Uncle Jack as they stood beside a grinning Mylene. They must have been told by Igrene to wear their best clothing too, for Rita wore one of her best Saturday date dresses, and Jack wore of one of his formal attires to match. But of course, the both of them were nowhere near as immaculate as their nephew was in his red clothing.

“I can't believe your estate has a studio,” Rita commented, causing her husband to chuckle.

“I can,” he replied, “This place has everything!”

“It really does seem that way, doesn't it?” Sebastian replied with a chuckle.

They all laughed together, when the door opened up again to reveal Adeline and Igrene at her side. As typical, the tiny Tailor Maid had her nose stuck up to the air, her eyes closed as well as she strode into the room. Igrene meanwhile walked slowly behind her, her every step causing Rita to wilt ever so softly.

“Igrene,” Sebastian called, “Well... we're all here... and I think I'm beginning to realize what this gift is you had in mind.”

“Fufufu! Quite the perceptive Master you are,” Igrene stated, “Indeed. Mistress Rita, Master Jack; I've invited all of you here to the studio today to gift you all something you can't get anywhere else. A family portrait painted by my sister, Adeline.”

“You... you're giving us a portrait?” Rita repeated, to which Igrene nodded.

“Yes, but of course! You are Master Sebastian's family, are you not?” her eyes locked on Rita in particular, “It's only right if we give you thanks for your hard work taking care of him in his time of need. Master Sebastian loves you two so very, very much. And in turn, we will also extend our love to you.”

Rita locked up, trying to decipher what those words could possibly mean as her eyes and Igrene's eyes locked upon one another. She did not see those reptilian slits, and her voice was filled with kindness... but she just couldn't get the view of the Head-Housemaid's true form out of her head. Sebastian and Jack were more than pleased however, and since she had already come to terms with her nephew's decision, Rita smiled and looked away in a sheepish manner.

Nothing could be changed, nor did anyone in here want it to, aside from her own petty desires.

Petty desires...

“Now come, come!” Igrene said whilst ushering them towards the studio's platform, “Allow Adeline to capture the beauty of your family.

“Yes, right!” Sebastian said as his eyes locked upon Rita, “Aunt Rita, why don't you sit here in the chair? Uncle Jack and I will stand beside you!”

“Oh... r-right,” Rita said as she was ushered towards said chair.

Sebastian was such a kind gentleman now; it warmed her heart to see him be so professional and kind. Even the grip he had on her hand was tighter than usual, all until he led her to the chair and she sat on it. Then Jack and Sebastian took their place behind her and at her sides, the trio facing towards Adeline who sat on her stool before an easel, her painting tools at her side.

“Now stand right there, perfectly still!” said the Tailor Maid as she grabbed her paint brush, “I'll be done before you know it!”

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