Chapter 3: Drachenmagd #3

The Valet Arrival

Snizzzle! Snizzle snizzle! Snizzzle!

From these windows, you can see so much of the Faust Estate. It was a brilliant home with many courtyards, but none were as grand as its main one. It extends for yards, perhaps a mile or two, a wide open space with smooth stone walkways intermixed with a brilliant garden. The grass was all meticulously cared for, the flowers beautiful and bright, the statues...

Statues?

Of course! Statues!

There were many statues around, all of which depicted some sort of dragon. An eastern dragon here, a western dragon there, a wyvern along these sides. It seems as if every form a dragon could take was here, forged out of beautiful white marble that somehow stood the test of time.

And yet all seemingly bowed before the one dragon in the center. A large and imposing figure, one that stood on all fours, its wings extended up, its tail resting standing proud in the air. It also had an impressive set of horns, ones that spiraled all around its head like some sort of crown.

But what color was this dragon? Red? Blue? Gold? Silver? Its marble surface gave no answers.

Snizzzle! Snizzzle snizzle snizzzle! Snizzzle!

“Hmm...”

Back and forth her filer danced upon her elegant nails, sharpening them and smoothing out any rough edges it could have. The sound of it echoed out in the hall for all to hear, while her green eyes remained locked on the dragon statue before her. She was silent in her thoughts however, not even budging an inch as she filed and filed and filed.

It was something she was known to do, something her fellow drachenmagds often teased her for. Speaking of which...

“Ooooh! Sharpening your nails, Igrene? Are you upset?”

The green eyes of the blonde dragoness slid over upon the mocking words she heard, her gaze befalling a certain blonde dragoness with a yellow and green color scheme. Her upturned lips, the brief fang she flashed, how her yellow eyes were squint in a sassy glare; it caused Igrene to scoff, her green eyes returning to the statue before her.

“What is it, Mylene?” she asked of the Parlor Maid, who casually poured her a glass of tea, “Shouldn't you be with Master Sebastian?”

“Master Sebastian returned to his bedroom,” Mylene answered whilst handing Igrene the cup of tea, “After meeting with Librarian Faline, he wished for some time alone.”

“He met Librarian Faline?” Igrene repeated, surprised by this information.

“Yes, he wanted to read the diaries of his ancestors... specifically his father,” Mylene answered, before letting a frown spread out over her lips, “However... he couldn't find his father's diary. It would seem Master Klaus hid it away.”

“Is that so...” Igrene answered whilst averting her eyes, “Well then... if Master Klaus hid it, he must have had good reason to do so... hmmm...”

“Mmm? Are you worried about something, Igrene?”

“A bit... Master Sebastian's relationship with his father is... strenuous. Going forward, it may be best if we avoid mentioning Master Klaus as best we could. Especially comparing Master Sebastian to him. Until then...”

Her eyes looked down to the cup of tea, her reflection gazing back at her within that brown liquid. Standing there, she soon brought it up to her lips, where she quickly downed the entire cup of tea in only a few moments. Once it was gone an audible gasp left Igrene's lips, and she handed the cup back to the Parlor Maid, before turning to walk off.

“Mm? Igrene? Where are you going?” Mylene asked.

“I have to... check up on something,” she answered.

…

My oh my. What great good did she do in her existence, to be blessed with a Master who was so incredibly, undeniably, unequivocally, impossibly, cute!?

“Mmmfff...”

“Mmmmm...”

Her lips were so plump, so powerful, pulling him in deeper and deeper, unlike what Igrene's lips did. The black and red dragoness kissed him in a way that maintained complete and utter control, with no attempt to create an illusion otherwise. It's okay; Sebastian didn't mind.

The heated breath of a woman upon his breath drove the young man to grip at Selene's body, one of his hands resting upon her back, the other hand curled around her hip and butt. His head was tipped up, her hand resting on his cheek to keep him at the perfect angle so that she could kiss him, more and more, deeper and deeper. Her tongue – spindly and skilled – squirmed about in Sebastian's mouth, yet did so slowly. Stroking along his tongue, bringing him in deeper and deeper, tasting from his saliva, the overbearing warmth of her body steadily began to dominate his own. The rushing swell of pleasure he felt was unbeatable... save only by the desperate need to breathe.

“Haaaah!”

“Hooohhh! My my~!”

Selene sat up on her knees, her purple eyes staring down upon Sebastian before her, who also sat up on his knees. Between their lips hung a bridge of spit, glistening in the light of his massive bedroom. Her hands traveled down towards his shoulders, gently kneading him as his eyes appeared glossed over briefly. His hands however groped and grabbed at her with a renewed vigor, squeezing upon her flesh to coax groans from her lips.

“Hoooh~! Master Sebastian, slow down,” Selene said playfully, “I'm not going anywhere! Promise~!”

“Haaaah...! S-Selene...” Sebastian groaned.

His brown eyes stared up towards Selene, quivering at the sight of the beautiful woman before him. Her elegant black hair, her alluring purple eyes, those plump lips resting in a grin, all wrapped in that elegant black and red kimono of hers... with the bodice threatening to spill over the top.

Perhaps he was being driven by a primal need, but Sebastian's hands had certainly grown more courageous. Here on his bed, his hands moved under the hem of her short kimono, pulling it up to reveal her mature panties and succulent ass. His fingers too – still driven by lust and animalistic desire – squeezed hard upon her hips and thighs, sinking into her flesh. His touches drew a moan not only from her lips, but a groan from his as well.

The body of a woman... it is without compare...

“Seleeeenee,” Sebastian groaned.

His brown eyes dropped down, particularly towards those busty breasts he had quickly grown enamored with. Magnetized to them, he brought his hands over, cupping them under his dragoness' breasts and lifting them up. She smiled but said nothing, instead watching his eyes glow at the sight of her breasts.

How cute... Selene just wanted him aaaaaaallllll to herself.

“Masterrrrrr~” her voice came oozing into his ears, bringing his gaze up with a cute sounding,

“What...?”

“Your penis, Master,” she pointed towards his crotch, “Your slacks betray you...”

He looked down, seeing the tent he pitched so hard within his clothes. It caused him to grimace and blush, feeling a bit embarrassed and even disappointed with himself. He should have greater self control than this... but he couldn't. Blood rushing straight to his cock, making it harder and harder, even as he bit on his bottom lip.

“Would you like it if I dealt with it for you, Master?”

“Hmm... y-yes...”

“Ufufufu~”

She placed her hands upon his chest, easing him until he laid on his back. Then her hands traveled down towards his pants, her purple eyes piercing the air between them. Gazing upon his face, she skillfully undid his belt buckle, loosening his slacks form his hips. Then she unzipped it and pulled it down softly, along with his underwear. And finally...

Fwip!

“Ufufufu~!”

Fingers curling, Sebastian stared down upon his cock as it stood to attention between them. This was the third time now he had his rigid penis out before a woman, the second time of it being Selene. She really seemed... um... friendly, didn't she?

Selene moved in, one eye closing, her nose pressed to the nape of his cock. The sound of her sniffing his length echoed in the air, even caused his cock to twitch and throb. From the tip of his length precum started oozing from within, streaking along the side of his cock like a translucent river.

“Mmmmm... it smells so gooood~” Selene commented, though Sebastian didn't really know how to respond to such a declaration, “Do you mind if I...” she hovered her mouth above his length, “Taste it? Ufufufufu~!”

“Taste? Oh, r-right... like in the shower...”

Hah, he still couldn't believe that a woman would place their mouth around his cock and suck it like that. Sure, he's seen porn, but there's a stark difference between fantasy and reality. His cock certainly took particular enjoyment of, throbbing readily for Selene's touches.

She certainly put on a show too, with one hand sitting on his thigh to push open his legs, while the other hand gripped the base of his cock, holding it straight and rigid. Her head meanwhile hovered above his cock, lips curled in a smile, tongue hanging loose. She whipped and lashed it at the air above his length, even gave an 'aaaawwwwww!' noise as she did so, just to further taunt and tease him. Oh, why didn't she just get it over with then? Just put his cock in her mouth already! What was she waiting for; an invitation?

Oh, right, she was waiting for an invitation; she's his drachenmagd, so she won't act unless he gives the order to. At least, that's what he assumed was going on. Selene had already proven herself a very mischievous woman; for all he knew, he could have been playing right into her hand.

The longer this went on, the more courageous Sebastian grew, the more stupid he feared he was becoming. The pleasure was just... too great.

“Selene... please, can you... ahem...” he blushed, his eyes looking away, “Can you... taste... it...?”

He may have been courageous enough to give her the command, but he still wasn't courageous enough to look her in the eye as he did so. But that's okay, in fact, it was more than okay! The cute sight of his blushing face as he asked her to do something so dirty was pleasing in its own right!

“But of course, Master Sebastian~” she said with that melodious voice of hers, “Anything for you.”

The way she said it made him quiver, the weight of her words not lost on him. Sebastian couldn't think about it for too long however, instead finding himself attracted to the sight of Selene as she opened her mouth nice and wide, his cock aimed up with her drooling mouth. He clenched the bed sheets hard beneath him, his brown eyes quivering as his cock drifted right into Selene's mouth.

“Mmmffff!”

She had done it this morning in the shower, but the feeling was no less intense, no less amazing. The moist warmth of a woman's mouth, cradling his dick on all sides. Her serpentine purple eyes gazing up his body towards him as she did so, and her lips even curling into a smile.

But Selene was not content to idly sit here with her mouth half full of cock; no, she wanted her mouth to be completely full of his cock! So Selene began pushing down even deeper, his cock traveling along her slithering tongue to be guided towards her throat. And soon after, he sank into her throat as well, the Chamber Dragonmaid casually deepthroating his cock like it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. Pushing in, harder, deeper, her tongue too working in tandem with her lips and gums to completely overwhelm and overpower his cock.

It wasn't good enough that her spit and warmth coursed along the sides of his dick, her tongue needed to do likewise, slicking along the sides of his length to pull it in even deeper. Sebastian groaned, his cute moans filling the air as her tongue danced even along the sides of his proud-standing veins. Not one inch of his cock was left unexplored, be it the glands, the shaft, and everywhere in between.

“Mmmmffff...! Mmmmmfff...! Mmmmmffff...!”

The sounds of her muffled mouth as she sucked on his cock... fuck, alone they were nearly enough to make Sebastian cum. But of course, Selene would not be there forever, and with an audible--

POP!

She pulled away from his dick, resting it alongside her cheek as her purple eyes looked at her Master.

“Haaaah! Ufufufufu! Lovely,” Selene remarked as she pressed her cheek more against his spit-covered cock.

“Nnngh... d-do you have to praise it so much?” Sebastian muttered, one of his hands falling on his face in an embarrassed manner.

“What? Ufufu! You don't like having this penis of yours worshiped?” Selene asked, “This is a very impressive Faust Family cock. Mmmm... the perfect length, the perfect size, the perfect shape. Everything about it is perfect!”

“S-Selene...”

The girls here – or at the very least, Selene and Igrene – had proven themselves to be a tad bit... fanatical in their appreciation of the Master. With that said, how much of her words were true, and how much was just fluff? Did she really believe it, or was that just her overzealous devotion to him speaking?

Did it even matter? Even with these conflicting thoughts swimming in his mind, hearing her words felt so damn good!

“You must be brave and proud of yourself, Master Sebastian~!” Selene commented, “If you truly wish to be Earl of the Estate as you claim, anything less than the best will not do, don't you understand? You must be better than the 'best'. You must be the greatest!”

“The... nhhmm... the greatest...” he muttered back, still in a slight daze, “Selene...”

He closed his eyes, a twinge of embarrassment still flowing through him, though even that began to subside. The sensation of Selene's plump lips pressing to the side of his cock eventually re-energized him, a shutter flowing through his body, followed by a gasp for breath. Looking back at Selene, her sensual smirking face continued to beckon to him, taunt him, goading him into doing something... anything!

“Do you like it, Master?” Selene asked, to which he nodded his head.

“I... I do...” he answered, even if he was rather shy about it.

“Mmmm... does it drive you to desire... more?”

“It... it does...” he answered.

“Ufufu~! Then... why don't you take 'more'?”

What was she doing to him? Infiltrating his mind like this, filling it with thoughts? Such depraved thoughts as well, ones that he'd never entertained before. He needed to treat women better than that, but right now, he was thinking more with his penis than his head. He could only surmise that this is exactly what Selene wanted.

He fell for it...

“Selene...”

“Yes, Master?”

“Get up on your knees...”

“Ufufufufuf~! Anything for you.”

Slowly she rose up from his cock, her purple eyes laid on his face as she got back up on her knees before him. He too arose to match her, his brown eyes drinking in the beautiful image of her body. Her mature frame, her busty chest, her thinner waist, her child-baring hips; seeing it all caused him to bite his bottom lip in barely restrained desire.

He moved in.

“If a Master were to ask for their drachenmagd's body...” Sebastian muttered as he leaned in close, one of his hands rubbing Selene's flat stomach, “They will... give it to them, right?”

“Ufufufu! Of course, it is a drachenmagd's duty is to obey their Master, no matter what,” Selene answered, her hand resting atop his hand, “So if you desire my body, Master... just command it from me.”

“I... haaah... Selene...” he began moving in, “Selene!”

Fwump!

Falling over atop his maid, he rested himself upon her body. When his head pulled back however, Selene could see those brown eyes of his swirling like a massive storm. Raw, uncut passion and curiosity flowed through Sebastian, who found himself being on the more dominant end for the first time since coming here. Let's face it; Igrene and Selene may have been the maids, but they were the ones who were guiding him along! But this time!

This time...

Drool hung from Sebastian's lips as his hands griped and groped at various areas of Selene's body. Her shoulders were so smooth and soft to the touch, which naturally drove his hands downward towards her buxom breasts. How they strained against the bodice of her kimino, threatening to spill free. His fingers gripped upon her tits, squeezing them hard, much like he did before. And once again as Selene's mature moans filled the air, he found himself remembering just how soft they were.

Soft... and so plentiful...

He moved in, his nose resting to the crook of her neck, taking a big, heavy whiff of her feminine smell. She had this odor to her, one he couldn't quite put his finger on. It smelled like... flowers? Yeah, flowers and... sweat. Mmmmmm...

“Selene...” Sebastian whispered breathlessly, “Snnnniffffff... mmmmmm!”

Pushing up on her breasts, he smelled her body more and more, before pursing his lips just to kiss her. There was this strange rush he got from exploring Selene's body, one that energized him from his head to his toes and back again.

“Mmmm...”

But as he kissed her more and more, his excited hands came down to the seam of her kimino. Pulling it open, he revealed Selene's body, specifically the fact that she didn't wear a bra beneath. No, she was completely nude from the chest up, and she had no qualms revealing such a fact. If anything – as she rested out upon his bed – she presented more of her naked form to him.

He saw it before in the shower, but the image of it was still so amazing...

“Selene...”

“Ufufufu! Is this to your liking, Master?”

“O-of course it is!” he answered, almost too excitedly, “It is... um...” he pursed his lips as he moved in, “It is... mmmmm...”

Gently he kissed her with Selene kissing back, her hands resting along his back, while his hands and arms wrapped around her waist. He pulled her in, resting her atop his lap, their lips pressing into one another with kiss after kiss after kiss. Sebastian was just so damn hungry right now, and it showed with how ferociously he tasted from her body. Kissing her, more and more, his tongue taking the initiative as it wildly flailed about within her mouth. He may not have been the most skilled lover, but he certainly had the spirit of one.

But as he kissed Selene – as he tasted from her lips again and again and again – he found himself wishing to taste from... something else.

Fwump!

“Hoh! Master~~!”

He kissed down, driven and controlled less by his own mind, but more by his own desires. Kissing from her lips towards her chin, down her neck, towards her breasts. Groaning, he rubbed and pressed his face along her tits, feeling how soft and smooth they were. He even squeezed her tits closer to his head, completely smothering himself in her body.

But even her breasts – as amazing as they were – were not his destination. Instead he traveled down, running his eyes along her stomach, until he finally came to the white panties she was wearing.

White...

Panties...

Hmm... there's a joke there to be made, but... uh... never mind...

His fingers gripped at the waistband of her panties, steadily peeling them down her legs without a moment's hesitation. All the way until her womanhood was revealed to him, and the shaven pubic hairs that were there. She was a bit more... how you say? Dense in comparison to Igrene. Where as the head drachenmagd's crotch had a light amount of blonde pubic hairs, Selene had more, but not so much that one would call her 'hairy'.

Holy shit; what the fuck is he even thinking right now!? It was one thing to compare their breasts, but now he was comparing their pussies? He really was devolving into some sort of pervert! Comparing women's more personal areas to one another... hah...

Wondering... which one he liked more... Igrene's more shaved pussy, or Selene's denser one with thinner hairs. And... hugghhh...

“Harumph!”

“Oh~! Masterrrrrr~!!!”

Selene cooed playfully as Sebastian suddenly and shamelessly pressed his face right up into her cunt, smothering himself between her sumptuous thighs as well. His nose didn't hesitate, taking a deep, heavy whiff of her spicy, feminine smell. The odor was intoxicating, swirling about within his nostrils, drawing him deeper into her body. Pushing up Selene's legs, Sebastian allowed the rush of lust he felt to control his movements. He smelled her, harder, harder, haaarrrdeerrrr!!! Grinding his face into her cunt like a starving man. Selene moaned out heavily from the impact, her back arching, her head laying against the blankets below. All the while Sebastian nuzzled his face up against her cunt more, his mouth opening to finally taste from her honey-soaked fountain.

“Huuurrrrmpphhh!!!”

A loud moan left him when the taste immediately truck his tongue. The spiciness of it flowed through him, driving him to drink more and more. He couldn't believe a woman could taste so amazing here, so spicy, so fucking hot. It was like he was drinking down warm soup with how hot her cunt was... and how delicious it was too!

Sebastian pulled away to breath, Selene's juices oozing from his lips like strands of syrup. Staring down to see such plump, pink pussy lips gazing back at him, with a clitoris so hard, and all of it glistening wet with arousal and need, caused Sebastian to groan from shear lust. His cock too began twitching uncontrollably, diamond hard, rigid and leaking copious precum upon his thighs and the bed beneath him. Was this normal? Tch, did he even care?

“Haaah...! Haaaah...! Huffff... hufff... hnnnghh... Selene...”

“Nnnghh... y-yesh, mashaaaah~?” she asked, her voice sounding so... slutty.

“Haaaah...”

And for the first time, Sebastian gave a command that he himself felt.

“Come here...”

…

Snizzle... snizzzle... snizzle snizzle... sniizzzzlleee!

“Fuuuh... fuuuh... hmm...”

There, nice and sharp, to a fine-point no less. Staring down upon her nails, they looked sharp enough to tear through solid steel. And considering she isn't 100% human, she may very well have been capable of such a thing.

“Hmm? Still sharpening your nails, Igrene? Are you still tense?”

The head drachenmagd turned to face the voice at her side, eyes once more befalling Mylene. Their earlier meeting happened, what? Half an hour or so ago? And now here she was again, carrying with her that silver platter of hers. Her lips were curled in a cat-like smirk, her eyes showing a fair bit of mischievousness behind it as well. Igrene merely scoffed in response, her eyes rolling as she continued walking down the halls of the estate.

“Perhaps then you could use another cup of tea?” Mylene asked as she pulled up her silver platter, revealing a beverage within.

“No, I'm fine,” Igrene answered curtly, her green eyes gazing ahead once more.

“Hmm... let me guesssss,” Mylene said in acted manner, her finger laying on her cheek, “You left earlier today, you were clearly tense doing your nails, Master Sebastian is now here with us... oh!” she gasped, it too being so forced and playful, “Let me guess, you went to go talk to her, didn't you? Did she even wake up yet?”

“It doesn't matter anyway,” Igrene curtly replied as she looked at the parlor maid, “It's best to not overwhelm Master Sebastian so soon; he's only been here one night. He hasn't even spent a full day here yet...” she shook her head, “And I'm not even sure if he's going to stay. We must be on our best behavior. Anything that will make Master Sebastian stay, we must do, understood?”

“Understood,” Mylene answered, “Although, I have to ask, Igrene...” she smiled, though said smile was rather... lewd, “You bedded Master Sebastian, did you not? What was it like?”

“Honestly...”

Igrene's voice trailed off and she hesitated to answer. Instead she came to a stop, her eyes locked on the door before her; the Master Bedroom door nonetheless. Closing her eyes, she thought back to the previous night, and their tryst with one another. However, when her eyes reopened, she appeared to be serious once again.

“I'm not sure if Master Sebastian shares his father's propensity for sex, Mylene,” Igrene remarked, her hand grabbing the doorknob, “So I hope you don't attempt to force yourself upon him.”

“Hmmm... I don't know,” Mylene said as Igrene opened the door, “Master Sebastian may be more--”

“HAAAAAH!!! MAASSHTAAAAAAHH!!!”

“Um... more lustful than you thought...”

Both Igrene and Mylene grew wide eyed as the sound of a certain dragon's moans filled the air. The parlor maid was quick to start giggling, while Igrene merely groaned out of a building frustration.

“Oh wow!” Mylene said, her lips a smile, her face red with blush.

“Be quiet...” Igrene snarled... though she too was blushing a bit.

Through the curtains of Sebastian's bed, they could see the mingling shadows within. Of a chamber drachenmagd, riding up and down on her master's waist, her bountiful breasts bouncing up and down freely. Her hands were extended to his hands, the both of them interlocked like a pair of lovers. With every pound she took, her hair flew up and down, almost free of the ties that kept it bound.

Mylene continued to giggle from behind, while Igrene approached the bed slowly, grabbing upon its curtains. Without hesitation, she spread them apart, and--

“MAASSSHHTAAAAH~~~!!! MAAASSSHTTAAAAH~~~!!!”

Before her was exactly what she thought she'd see; Selene riding Sebastian for all he was worth. Her black and red kimono laid slack on her shoulders, fluttering with every thrust of his burly cock into her pussy, and her body was covered in a thin layer of sweat. Nipples too rock hard as they jutted skyward, her fingers intertwined with Sebastian's fingers in a mighty grip.

Selene was typically a mature and graceful woman, but right now, she was anything but. Her moaning voice, her lustful expression, the intense shade of red plastered upon her cheeks, not to mention the drool that hung from her mouth, all showed a woman overcome completely with the lusts and pleasures of a body.

And Sebastian was no different.

So focused was he on the drachenmagd before him, that he didn't notice both Igrene and Mylene were right behind Selene at all! And really, how could he notice them amid the amazing sex he was having? His brown eyes remained locked on Selene and her body, watching it bounce up and down, over and over again, his gaze utterly dominated by her own.

Those purple...

Serpentine...

Eyes!

They trapped him! Held him in close! Overwhelmed him! He couldn't look anywhere but either at Selene's eyes, or the rest of her body! And as they fucked one another, harder and harder, more and more, Sebastian felt a tightening in his groin.

He looked down, his cock speared deep into Selene's pussy, which tightened around him like a vice. Refusing to let go, Selene kept Sebastian trapped on all sides by her illustrious, perfect body. Bouncing up, then down, up, then down, over and over again, getting faster and faster, the sweltering fusion of their bodies growing all but untouchable. And by the time it finally hit its absolute zenith...

“Haaaaah! Haaaahhh! Nnnghh! Seeeleeeeennneeee!”

“Yesh, Mashtah! Yesh!” she cried back, her lips breaking out into a kooky smile,“Gibe isht to meeeh! Gibe isht to meeeeh!”

There's something about a woman begging for his seed that appealed to Sebastian. Was that always there? Was he always secretly a pervert, even to himself? Or was the sudden influx of sex enough to twist his mind? The more and more he did this, the more the thought of filling Selene's pussy with his cum became all encompassing. But not only her, but all the drachenmagd. Igrene again, Mylene, Faline, and whatever other drachenmagds he'd come across.

All of them.

“Hufffh! Hffffhhh!? Nnnghh! Haaaah! Selene! I! Haaah! S-Selene!? Nnngghhaaaaaahhhaaaa!”

THWAP!

“OH!?”

With one mighty thrust up of his hips, Sebastian slammed his cock as deep into Selene's cunt as it could possibly go. His grip on her hands also tightened, squeezing them in, holding them tight. His balls – so hot and heavy – drew close to his groin, tightening, harder, until finally--

“Gaaahh!”

A deep groan left Sebastian as he came full-force into Selene's cunt, filling it with copious amounts of white-hot seed. The thickness of it filled her, despite the blowjob she gave him in the shower just earlier that morning. It came spurting out of her cunt, streaking down the side of his dick, and splattering upon their thighs and the bed below. All whilst still covering every inch of her womb with his voluminous spunk.

“Nhaaaaaaaahhhhhnn~~!”

Such a climax had Selene moaning like she was drunk, her grip on his hands even falling loose. She eventually collapsed back on his bed, her body twitching, steam rising from her form, and her cunt throbbing.

Her cunt..

SQUEEELCH!

“Nnnhaaaaaaahnnn~!”

Sebastian flinched, a torrent of feminine cum squirting out of Selene's pussy. It arched in the air before splattering upon his stomach, chest, and even some of it tracking upon his face. So clear, so perfect, so strong, so spicy, so good to the smell, so good to the taste.

The body of a woman can't be matched by anything, can it?

Her orgasm steadily began dying out, her squirting petering into a tiny dribble. Eventually it subsided, leaving the two to pant endlessly on his bed... though Sebastian's mind began to wonder as he looked down upon her cum-soaked cunt.

What was inside his balls that made him cum so damn hard?

“Haaaah... haaaah... haaaaah...”

“Nhnhhaaannnhhaaann...”

“Ahem...”

“Huh... wh-what?”

Slowly Sebastian brought his gaze away from the semiconscious dragoness on his cock, and instead towards the two drachenmagds who were standing right there; the giggly Mylene and the annoyed Igrene, who looked a few seconds away from scolding them for what they were doing.

“Uh... oooh... haaah...”

Naturally for someone as shy and as meek as Sebastian, it caused his face to turn red-hot, almost to the point that he feared he'd pass out from the shear embarrassment of it all.

In fact... he did pass out from the shear embarrassment of it all.

Bump...

“Umm... Master...?” Mylene muttered, her eyes wide.

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“Urgh... go and alert Nurse Maid Rodeline. I'll deal with Selene...” Igrene groaned.

…

Bitter. He smelled something... bitter. It made his nose curl and his face scrunch up, his eyes eventually opening soon after to see nothing but the glowing gleam of light. The young man groaned as he pulled himself up, his hand resting on his head as the throbbing pain of a headache began to slowly subside. He gritted his teeth whilst doing so, trying to remember just what the heck happened.

It didn't take too long. How can you forget the amazing sex you have with a woman like Selene?

Selene... oh! And Igrene was there too! And Mylene! And they... probably saw them--

“Oh dear!” Sebastian cried as he pulled himself up.

“Oh!”

This... was a new room for him. The walls were white, the windows were wide, everything gave off a rather sterile, pristine feel, and he was resting on a small bed... a small bed that actually reminded him of his old bed back with Aunt Rita and Uncle Jack. Upon closer inspection, he realized just how familiar this room was. He had never been here before, but he could tell that it was--

“A nursing office...?” Sebastian muttered.

“Of course,” a voice called from his side, “Where else would I check you up at?”

Looking over to his left, Sebastian's eyes befell the only other person in this room. A woman of course, one who leaned closer in age to Igrene and Selene than she did Mylene and Faline. She wasn't as tall as they were however, and she appeared to be a bit more youthful as well. Her hair was a lovely shade of pink, falling long thanks to the side knot braid it was intertwined in. From her head were horns like those of a ram, being curled and also a shade of hot pink in color. Same with her eyes; they two were pink, a lighter shade compared to her horns, but not as light as her hair.

She was a woman who screamed pink thanks to her overall color scheme, not made any better by the white and pink dress she wore. Similar to those of a maid of course, though the white and pink apron she wore brought to mind a doctor or a nurse. And – like all the other drachenmagds thus far – she had the noticeable details of a reptilian creature sewn into her clothes. In particular, the cuffs of her sleeves, which looked like a dragon's knuckles.

Perhaps Sebastian was really finding older women attractive now thanks to all that had happened so far, but he found himself greatly magnetized to the woman before her. She had this air about her that felt so attractive, so soothing, so warm, not unlike Igrene and Selene's. Was it her smile? Her kind expression? If Igrene was like an older sister and Selene was more on the motherly end, then his woman was even more overt in the maternal feelings she was giving him.

“Good evening, Master Sebastian,” said the woman, who gave him a gleeful smile.

“Uh... good... evening...?” he replied, though he was no longer as shocked being around a new and mysterious woman. Hey, it's already happen a handful of times; he can't be that surprised by it anymore. That being said...

“Who are you?” Sebastian asked, garnering an 'Oh!' of surprise from the woman.

“Right! Of course, my apologies, Master Sebastian,” she bowed her head, “I am Nurse Maid Rodeline. It is a pleasure to meet you, Master Sebastian.”

“Nurse Maid... Rodeline... hmm...”

He looked at her, his head cocking one way, then the other. She looked back, confused by his suddenly quizzical gaze. In this woman, Sebastian found himself seeing something – someone – familiar. A soothing and kind woman, one who smelled like... sniff... mm... smelled like cinnamon. And for some reason, looking at her reminded him of an injury he sustained years ago. A scrape to his knee that burned and made him cry, one he suffered when he was with his father in fact.

Wait...

“Rodeline...” Sebastian said as he rose up, “Have we-- wait, what?”

Before he could finish his words, he looked down to see that he was naked. Well, not completely naked; he had underwear on, but that's about it. Still, being partially naked in front of a woman he just met... why was this still happening? This is something he still had yet to get used too, unfortunately.

“Haaah!? A-again!? Did you undress me?”

“No... Igrene did,” Rodeline replied, causing him to groan.

“Again again again...” he muttered as he rolled his eyes, “I should tell her to stop doing that to me. Undressing me when I'm unconscious... that's a bit creepy...” that's when it hit him, “Wait... did she carry me here naked?”

“Umu? Of course Igrene did!”

“Aahah!? Haaaahah!?”

Placing his hands over his red-hot face, Sebastian wailed into it from shear disbelief. It's one thing to undress him, but to carry him naked through the halls of the estate for everyone to see him, that was even more embarrassing! And since she found him having just had sex with Selene, ah, he probably smelled like sex too!

“D-does privacy not exist in this estate?” Sebastian groaned as he looked at Rodeline through the splits of his fingers.

“Of course it does, Master Sebastian,” his Nurse Maid replied as she approached him, her hand resting atop his head, “If I may, apologies for Igrene's mannerisms. She's a very, very dutiful maid, and wish only the best for her Masters. That may lead her to do things that may be a bit... unnecessary at times.”

“I'll say...” Sebastian muttered.

“Oh! Since you're now awake, you may be a bit thirsty, especially after Selene was so rigorous with you.”

Standing up, Rodeline turned to face a table nearby with a pitcher of water on it. Sebastian watched her walk towards it, the thoughts of Selene's 'rigorousness' flowing through his head. Great, so even the Nurse Maid knew what they were doing! Is it common for the Masters to sleep with their maids? Considering how beautiful they all were... maybe not.

But his mind didn't linger on those thoughts for long, not with Rodeline's backside exposed to him. Her figure and frame that was cute yet mature, the thick pink and white tail that slid from her behind, and the small pair of pink and white wings that fluttered from her back. Yes, actual wings! Rodeline had wings!

“Wow...”

“Hm? 'Wow' what?” asked Rodeline as she poured him a cup of water.

“Wings... you have wings, Rodeline,” Sebastian said shocked.

“Of course I do,” she replied, her wings flapping in a show for him.

“Igrene, and Selene don't have wings...” he stopped to think, “And I don't think Faline or Mylene have them either. But... you do?”

“Umu! Igrene and Mylene are both serpents, Faline is a wyrm, and Selene is an eastern dragon. We are all dragons, just different kinds. I am... well... more like a european dragon, I suppose you could say.”

“I see. So you're all not... um... generic dragons?”

“Dragons come in many shapes and sizes, much like your drachenmagds,” Rodeline said as she sat on his bedside, offering him his cup of water as she did so, “Your drink Master. You'll need it to keep up your energy.”

“Thank you...” Sebastian replied as he took a hard sip of his cold water, “Mmmff... great... haaah...”

“If you intend on keeping up with your sexual activities, I recommend you have a cup of water on hand, Master Sebastian,” Rodeline commented, causing a furious blush to appear on Sebastian's face, “Oh! Don't worry; it's nothing to be ashamed about! A young man like yourself should enjoy the pleasures of his estate! It certainly never stopped your father.”

“Gulp... ruggh...”

Well, that helped confirmed one question he had; that being whether or not his father had sex with his maids. And from Rodeline's words... that was most likely a yes. Jeeze, did Selene have sex with his father too? Was that why she praised his cock? Did they have similar-

Seriously! These are questions he should not be having!

“Igrene! Ah! R-Rodeline! Do you know where Igrene is?” Sebastian asked, desperately trying to shift his mind from such thoughts.

“Of course, Igrene is waiting for you to recover,” Rodeline said as she gestured for the door, “I'm sure she's right in the hall as we speak.”

“Okay, good, um... r-right...”

He rose up, only to sit back down. He is still half-naked, a fact that made Rodeline giggle. Gesturing towards a nearby chair, Sebastian could see his clothing resting upon it, something he silently thanked her for.

Although...

“Could you um... t-turn around,” Sebastian asked as he held his clothes up, “So that I can dress?”

“Umu! Of course, Master,” Rodeline said with a soft smile as she rose up, “I'll just take my leave from the infirmary for now. Oh... but I wonder, will you be as much a visitor of my care as your father was?”

When she said that as she exited the infirmary, it left Sebastian thinking. Did Klaus injure himself often, or was he a visitor because of his illness? Whatever the answer may be, it left the young man frowning as he put on his clothes.

And it was with that frowning, long face of his that he exited the infirmary, scratching the back of his head right up until...

Plap...

“Mmfff... hmm...?”

He had walked right into someone, his head pressing up against their breasts. Normally, this would illicit immediate surprise, shock, and even fear from him. But this time? No, he felt... calm... relaxed. His nostrils even flared, taking in the familiar smell of a woman. It caused him to stuff his head deeper into this woman's bosom, his arms rising up, as that odor told him exactly who it was.

“Mmm... Igrene...” he whispered, a lopsided smile on his face.

“Master~” her heavenly voice rang into his ears.

Pulling back he looked up, his brown eyes meeting Igrene's green ones. She had such a calming, loving smile on her lips, truly happy to see him in all well and good. And despite having met her just a day ago – under 24 hours no less – Sebastian felt a kinship with her that seemingly transcended logic. He truly felt like he had known her for far longer than he probably did.

Yet it all felt so natural.

“Are you okay, Master?” Igrene asked, a smiling Sebastian answering with a nod.

“Yeah. I feel great,” he said, before chuckling sheepishly, “Heh heh... uh... how's Selene? You weren't too hard on her, were you?”

“Well... it's not like she forced herself upon you,” the head-housemaid replied with a roll of her eyes, “Still...”

She averted her eyes, yet another telltale sign that she was jealous. It made Sebastian chuckle, then laugh, as he pressed more into Igrene, taking her aback. His arms in particular hugged her tight, squeezing his head along those firm breasts. Breathing, taking in that scent of hers, indulging in it... before remembering why he wanted to talk to her in the first place.

“Igrene...” he said as he pulled back.

“Yes, Master Sebastian?”

“I told Selene earlier but... I should tell you as head-housemaid, correct? Well...” he stood up straighter, trying with all his might to appear more stalwart, “I've made my decision. In relation to the estate, my status in it, and of course, all of you.”

“You have? Well then...” she bowed her head, “Whatever your choice may be, Master Sebastian, I support it. Understand that.”

“Of course I do, Igrene,” he said with that soft smile on his face, “So... for as long as necessary. For as long as needed. I will be the Earl of the Estate.”

When those words left his lips, it immediately struck Sebastian. Like a heavy weight fell upon him, even though he said such a thing to Selene already. For some reason, telling Igrene felt like he was confirming this, cementing this. Yes, he will be the earl of the Faust Estate, his decision had been made.

There was no turning back now.

It left him feeling a strange mixture of apprehension, acceptance, and even excitement. For the first time in a long time, Sebastian felt as if he had a purpose... even if he wasn't sure what that 'purpose' was yet.

“Master? A-are you sure?” Igrene asked, to which Sebastian nodded.

“Yes, I'm sure, and no! It's not because of the sex...” he blushed as he looked away, “Though I will say, the sex is amazing. Um...” he looked back, “I'd be foolish to give this up. Any of this up. But... it's more than that...” he shrugged his shoulders, “I've been pretty aimless with what I want to do in life. I go to college, I help my aunt and uncle out with their business, but that's about it. For me – for what I want – what is it that Sebastian Milieus desires in life? I don't know, not yet. But maybe here, I can find it, I can learn who I want to be. Does... does that make any sense?” he smiled at her, “Just because I'm your Master, I won't rest on my laurels. I want to be a master deserving of the Faust name...” he frowned, “Jeeze, this all sounds so corny...”

“No Master, no,” Igrene said as she pulled him into her arms, “No, those words are perfect. Completely perfect!”

In her eyes, she saw a young man whom she hadn't seen in a long, long time. A man who had the world on his shoulders, and the mindset to change it. A man whom she held nothing but the greatest of love and respect for, a man who was a lot like Sebastian is in their youth. The comparison were uncanny.

She can only pray they didn't go down the same road as one another.

“Umm... mrrphh...! I-Igrene? I can't breathe.”

“Huh? Oh! Apologies, Master,” Igrene said as she released him, a giggle leaving her lips, “I'm just... overwhelmed. I was fearful you would have decided otherwise. But...” she bowed, “Your choice – as with all things in life – I will follow and aid you until the very end.”

“Thank you, Igrene,” he said as he grabbed her hand, holding it gently, “I expect you to do so. I'll need a lot of your help. Like I said, I want to be the kind of earl you all can be proud of. Besides...” his face grew a bit tense, “I have to find something important to me, I have to find my father's diary.”

“Your father's diary...?” Igrene repeated, though Sebastian didn't give her enough time to think about it before speaking again.

“So you're not getting rid of me anytime soon, Igrene! Hah hah!”

His cheerful laughter was, well, cheerful, though Igrene stopped to bite her bottom lip. So he really was going to look for Klaus' diary? That's... that's actually quite alarming. Perhaps Sebastian would have seen it on her face, had he not be so excited with his choice. No that's not true; he did notice something off about Igrene, causing him to cock his head and raise an eyebrow.

“Igrene? Is something wrong?”

“What? No, of course not,” she said, a soft smile appearing on her lips, “I'm just... still surprised by your choice. Ahem...” she straightened herself up, “If I may, Master Sebastian, it is customary for the head-housemaid to inform the people of Schonheit when the Faust Estate has a new Master. May I do the honors?”

“Of course, Igrene,” Sebastian said, though that's not to say he was still ignorant to her shift in demeanor.

Odd... she only changed when he mentioned his father's diary. Wait... Faline said that – of all the people in the estate – Igrene was one of the few who could possibly know where his father's diary was if he chose to hide it. But not only Igrene, but Selene as well, and Katherine and Larsine, both of which he had yet to meet.

Of course he remembered all of that! What? He may not be the most brave of men, but he wasn't stupid. Doubly so when he put his mind to something, like locating his father's diary. Perhaps he should grill them for information then? No... that felt far too cruel of a thing to do.

Still... he won't forget this.

“Oh! But before I leave. Master?”

“Yes, Igrene?”

“There's someone I want you to meet, someone who I hope will be very important and even personal to you?”

“Mm? Who's that?”

“It's not uncommon for Masters of the Estate to have maids personal to them. Um... a female master will have her Lady Maid, who can act as their confidant in life. Of course, you as a male Master, it would be more appropriate to have a valet? A butler?”

“R-really? Um...” he scratched the side of his head, “I kinda just thought you'd be my personal confidant, Igrene. You're the only drachenmagd I feel close to...”

“Ah? Oh, th-thank you Master Sebastian, really,” Igrene said as she shook her head, “But I am head-housemaid. I have to make sure all the other maids are doing their duties. You'll need a servant who will always be at your side. Before I take my leave, I will send them for you. Oh, and also have Nadine prepare dinner as well. The sun's already starting to set.”

“Right. Well... uh... s-see ya later, Igrene!”

He smiled at her, a cheeky, cheery smile that could instantly warm anyone's day, no matter how dour. Igrene herself began to smile in a surprisingly demure manner, a blush even forming on her cheeks. Now it was Sebastian's turn to be mesmerized by Igrene. Her beauty was relentless in how magnetizing it was, constantly drawing his eyes inward.

Seeing it caused that swelling of courageousness within him again.

“Igrene?”

“Yes, Master?”

“May I... kiss you again?”

“Is that what you desire, Master?”

“Yes...”

“Fufufu... then...” she held her arms out with him, “Please... have anything you ask for...”

He moved in, his face red with a mixture of embarrassment, excitement, and arousal as his body pressed up to hers. When he looked up, his brown eyes met her green ones, her hands resting on his cheeks. Gently she guided him in, her lips pressing into his lips.

Haaah... her taste, her smell... mmm... he loved it all.

…

Sitting in this room felt... strange. Paranormal even. When he visited his father all those years ago, did he come into this room? No... it didn't seem familiar, but how could he tell one big office room from any other he's probably seen on TV or in movies, or whatever have you.

Maybe he was thinking about this too hard...

The Faust Estate personal study. Great men have practically called this room their home, more so than their bedroom. Would he be one of them? He doubted it. Especially since he could still feel his father's will resting on this desk, even though it had been long since removed by now. Placed where? Hm... perhaps he should ask Igrene about it... if he had the stomach for it, that is.

So... what was he going to jot down in his inaugural diary entry? Not much has happened so far, has it? He showed up, met Igrene, slept with Igrene, woke up the next morning, met Selene, Mylene and Faline, slept with Selene, passed out, woke up, met Rodeline, and... well... that's about it.

Honestly, aside from meeting some of his drachenmagds, and sleeping with two of them, not much has happened, has it? And it also reminded him that, yeah, he's only been here for a little over a day; not much can happen in that little time.

Hmmm...

But that's not to say he'd write nothing in his diary. Igrene made it clear how important these things were to the previous earls, and he decided to be one as well. So if his ancestors did it, dammit, he was going to do it too.

Even if he didn't know what to write still.

“Hmm... didn't Aunt Rita have one as a child?” Sebastian muttered to himself in a quizzical manner, “I should ask her what I should do with one of these things...”

Creaaaaak! Eeeaaarrr!

“Master Sebastian?”

“Huh?”

The sound of that voice was different from the ones he had met thus far. It wasn't mature like Igrene, Selene's, or Rodeline's wasn't bubbly like Mylene's, and wasn't lethargic like Faline's. This voice sounded more... boyish, but not too boyish... if that makes any sense.

From behind his desk, Sebastian brought his gaze up towards the person standing at the entrance of his private study. She approached him with the air and grace of a lithe dancer, and carried with herself the youthfulness of a girl around Mylene and Faline's age. And if every drachenmagd thus far owned a color scheme, then hers would be lavender and white

If Mylene was cute and Faline was studious, then she was like a cross between a tomboy and a dancer. Her frame was light and airy, moving about less like a human, and more like the winds were carrying her. Her hair meanwhile was short, barely falling past her cheeks in a rather cute bob. Said hair was black, yet the way light struck it gave it a sheen all its own.

Then their was her figure. Youthful, sprightly, the way her waist was so slim and flat, her hips more curved, but not to the extent of Selene, Igrene, or even Mylene for that matter. No, her curvature was more thanks to action, no doubt to help propel her forward in a run, leap, or bound.

When compared to her fellow drachenmagds, everything about this girl came off as being rather... normal. Is that a rude thing to say? It's just that... all the drachenmagd he had met so far were relentless in how amazing they were. Igrene, Selene and Rodeline were impossibly beautiful, even Mylene carried with her this smugness and cuteness, while Faline looked like the universe's most attractive librarian.

But this new drachenmagd before her? She lacked all of that. And for some reason, that made her so easy to approach, even if he had never met her before. Perhaps it was due to her height which was similar to his own? Or maybe he was happy to see more drachenmagd who appeared to be around his age... even if he assumed all of the women of the estate were older than him, no matter how young they may look.

Or maybe it was because of her eyes. Igrene's eyes were as green as a forest, Selene's eyes like purple diamonds, Mylene's eyes yellow like gold, Faline's eyes were brown like chocolate, and Rodeline's eyes were as pink as a delicious roll of cotton candy. But this girl's eyes? He couldn't tell if they were purple like Selene's, indigo, or a shade of black. He did know one thing was for certain; they looked like he was staring into the stars themselves. If one could capture the night sky in all its brilliancy and put them into two eyes, then she had them.

And he hadn't even taken note of her draconian appendages yet.

Slender was her tail, skinnier in fact than any of the drachenmagds he had come across so far. She even had it tied around her waist like some sort of makeshift belt, probably to stop it from getting in her way. Her horns meanwhile were curved and short, jutting from the top of her head like two tiny, lavender spires.

In an estate when all the drachenmagds appeared to be transcendent in their beauty, she found a way to emanate sparkles as she walked towards him. And yet, not even that was most unique about her. No, it would have to be her clothes. For she wore no dress, no skirt, no gown, nothing like that. No, she wore purple slacks and a purple long-sleeve blazer, a white undershirt and white gloves. It gave her a more masculine appearance in comparison to her fellow drachenmagds. But perhaps calling her a 'drachenmagd' would be a misnomer? Would it then be more accurate to call her a drachendiener?

“Master Sebastian, good evening,” said the new dragoness as she approached him, before giving an honorable bow, “My name is Larsine, Head-housemaid Igrene chose me to be your valet.”

“Larsine... you're Larsine...?” he repeated as he rose from his desk, “Heh... well... nice to meet you, Larsine!”

He extended his hand towards her, giving her a warm and kind smile. For a few moments, Larsine was taken aback by the gesture, but soon she gave a smile that matched his own, her hand reaching out to meet his own.

“I've heard about you... um... from Mylene and Faline,” Sebastian claimed.

“Hopefully only good things,” replied the valet as their hands parted, “I've served as both Lady Maid and Valet for many previous Masters, so I hope to serve you well.”

“Hmm... thank you. I'm in your protective hands, Larsine!” Sebastian said with a smile, before raising his eyebrow, “Ah... before Igrene left, she said Nadine was going to cook dinner, right?” he looked down briefly before staring back up, “I could use something to eat, actually.”

“Ah, then please, allow me to accompany you to the dining room,” Larsine said whilst gesturing for the door.

“Right, let's go.”

Walking around to join Larsine, Sebastian stopped to take a look at his diary on the desk. Whatever goes in that book will be read by his descendants... assuming he has any. But, no, that's a terrible thought to have! He was now the Earl of the Faust Estate; he needed to be better than this!

He needed to be the best version of himself he could possibly be.

The best... no... the greatest...

“I promise...” he whispered.

“Hm? Did you say something?”

“What? Oh! N-never mind. Please, Larsine, lead the way.”

…

Schonheit nights are a most brilliant thing. The glittering lights of modern buildings mixing in with the stone walls of more aged structures create for a brilliant sight. Meanwhile, the rolling hills overlook not only the city, but the glowing star lights on the beach's sands. When you see it all, you really begin to understand why Schonheit is called the 'Elegant City'.

But like all grand cities – be they New York, London or Tokyo – there are two sides to it. Its wonderful appearance is only skin-deep; there is far, far more dirt lying beneath its surface.

Bungalows on Schonheit can be a most despicable place, masking their sordid activities with clean roads, sidewalks, and even bright stores with glowing windows. But be not fooled by their appearances; their inner machinations may be just as deplorable as a landfill.

Perhaps then its not uncommon to see a man walking through here, his hood up to constrict his face, and footsteps carrying with it an unnatural gait. He appears to be a bit tense, looking over his shoulder constantly, as if someone or something is following him. His jittery antics eventually lead him to a store on this city street, one with a peculiar name.

Kronos Watches.

Pushing through the entryway, the sound of ticking clocks came bouncing about within his ears. Endlessly toiling their gears, their hour and minute hands clicking and clicking and clicking. The man finally removed his hood, revealing an aged, portly fellow, one with gray, balding hair and bespectacled eyes...

As well as longer ears...

“Oh no... oh no, oh no, oh no,” muttered the man as he pushed deeper into the silent store, “Zeit! Zeit! Are you there? Zeeeeiiittt!”

“What is it, Oden?” replied a voice from within, one more aloof and indifferent, “Can't you see I'm busy?”

Tensing up, the portly man rushed deeper into the collection of clocks and trinkets, entering a more compact area that was more densely packed with clocks. Clocks that weren't working, however. Most – if not all – of them were open, missing gears, long hands, short hands, among other things. And in the center of it all was a man at a desk.

In his hands laid a pair of tweezers, casually using them to apply gears to a clock with the use of magnifying glasses to help enhance his sight. Seeing him brought some modicum of safety to Oden, who casually sighed as this young man finished applying a fresh gear to this broken clock. Said clock – a classic, bronze stopwatch – wasn't completely fixed yet. For one, its cracked glass film needed to be replaced, but it would do for now.

His job finished for now, the man turned to face the portly fellow behind him, revealing himself. A young man – perhaps around the age of 27 or 28. His was hair black in color and well maintained, parted around the middle so that his face was unobstructed. His skin was a bit on the paler end, though not completely gray. His eyes were a sharp, piercing blue, chilling in their color. And his ears...

They were longer and sharper too.

“You're looking rather tense, Oden...” said the young man, his eyes sliding into a slight glare, “What's wrong now.”

“Zeeeeiiiitttt!” he cried back, “You won't believe it, I swear!”

“Haaah... humor me,” he replied whilst standing up, his hand reaching out for a nearby clock.

“Right! Um... ahah! F-Faust Estate, Zeit! Faust Estate!”

“What about it?” Zeit asked as he fiddled casually with the watch he grabbed, “You're acting as if it will wake up and bite you. Klaus is dead, remember? His maid confirmed it...”

“That's just the thing; Klaus is dead but... but... oh no...”

“But what...?”

Oden grew tense yet again, sweating furiously for fear of what retaliation his information may bring. In turn, Zeit himself grew more serious, his blue eyes glaring at the man whom he towered over.

“Oden...” he growled, his voice reverberating off the ticking clocks all around them.

“The Head-housemaid of the Faust Estate came to city hall today,” he muttered, “She made the declaration that... haaah... that the Faust Estate has a new earl.”

And in that instant, the entire store grew silent as the night. It was as if – all at once – every ticking gear of the clocks came to a completely halt. No movement, no ticking, no tocking, no nothing. Just silence.

Utter silence...

“What?”

Zeit's voice made Oden flinch, he even leaped in place, as if its his fault the Faust Estate has a new earl. However, it was fear for the punishment he would suffer if he didn't speak that pushed him to answer Zeit's words.

“The Faust Estate has a new earl,” Oden replied.

“Who...?”

Zeit's voice bounced off every clock in the store, as if they were all speaking to him at once. Oden once again flinched in place, his head held low. He'd rather look at the floor than look Zeit in his eyes.

“F-f-from what the H-h-h-head-housemaid said, his n-n-n-name is S-S-S-S-Sebastian. Sebastian Faust. He is Klaus'... Klaus'... Klaus'... son,” Oden muttered, his voice shaking.

“Impossible,” Zeit replied, “Klaus didn't have a son! He was an only child! No siblings, no cousins, no nothing! The man wasn't even married! If he had a son, I would have heard about it!”

“I don't know what you want me to say, Zeit! But Faust Estate has an earl now! And you know they don't adopt!”

“Rrrrgh! Urrrgghh! Raaaah! Verdammt! Who is he!? Who is this... Sebastian Faust!?”

“I-I don't know! He wasn't at the town hall! I just have his name; that's all his maid shared with us!”

“Sebastian Faust... son of Klaus Faust...” Zeit muttered, a snarl rising from within, “That bastard... having children without anyone knowing it. Impossible...” he shook his head, “I need to know who this Sebastian Faust is, Oden.”

“What if he's like his father, Zeit? What if he's a recluse like Klaus was?”

“That hasn't stopped us before,” Zeit muttered as he returned to his forest of hanging clocks, which now began to tick once more.

Sitting back down at his desk, the young man began collecting a variety of clock pieces, and even readied his tools. Oden stood behind him, looking over his shoulder and watching as Zeit got to work. Gears, a glass film, long hand, short hand, a surface of numbers; one by one he gathered the parts necessary to create a brand new watch.

“Uh... Z-Zeit? What are you doing?” Oden asked.

“Time is a fickle thing,” he answered, “Have too much of it, and its frivolous, have too little, and one grows desperate. What then will a man do if he controls time? Will he play with it, even to his own detriment?” Zeit smiled, “Our new earl probably lacks his father's debilitating illness, but little does he know, his time will soon run out,” his expression grew tense, “I have waited far, far too long for this. I will not allow some little runt will take it from me,” he leaned up, “Oden?”

“Y-yes, Zeit?”

“I have a gift I wish to give our new earl,” he looked over his shoulder towards his subordinate, “You will give it to him... won't you?”

The look in his eye... Oden had seen it before. Such a bone-chilling, soul-crushing stare. He feared such a gaze.

“Y-yes Zeit... I-I'll do it right away...”

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