Chapter 8: Drachenmagd #8

Faline's Fanciful Face

Riverside... it was the place Sebastian known for all his life. A humble little community that was – you guessed it – based near a beautiful river. Specifically Amber River; a smooth and somewhat small river that ran through a multitude of forests and towns. In some areas, you'd say it was no bigger than a stream, in others, some would argue it was as large as an ocean.

That may be a bit of an exaggeration.

More importantly for Sebastian, Riverside was his home. It was quaint, it was personal, and it was mixed with simple wooden homes along nature, be it the river itself, or the woods surrounding it. The smell of fresh dew and pinewood was always welcome there, why, he remembered getting lost in it as a child.

And then his mother got sick.

In comparison, what would he describe Schonheit as? It was far bigger than Riverside, perhaps comparable to Eastgate; the city closest to Riverside. It certainly was large, but how large? Was it even larger than Eastgate? Perhaps larger than Document City? Maybe? Ah... why was he even bothering with such trivial thoughts?

Hmm... maybe it was the smell of pine that flowed through his nose right now?

Driving down these silent, sleek streets that led from the Estate to the city proper, all Sebastian saw around him were rushing trees. Like a child again he gasped in beauty of them all, the slight change of scenery making his brown eyes glow. There's something about trees and nature that just lulls him into a sense of security, perhaps tugging on nostalgic feelings he had of days gone. But were those days memories of Riverside, or memories of his brief hunting trip with a certain blond man when he was only four years old?

Yes...

With the top down as they coasted through the streets at a casual 60 or so miles an hour, Sebastian felt the wind flow through his hair. His face of childish glee must have looked obnoxious to his drachenmagd, but he didn't care. Not now, no, no, not now. Aaahh... it all felt too good.

But what of his drachenmagds? Well, Larsine's attentions were naturally focused on the roads ahead, so all he could see was the back of her head. Her black bob of hair was flowing through the wind, much like his own. Hah, even now it was a bit mesmerizing. But what of Faline?

Well...

Slowly he turned to his right, eyes falling upon the dragoness beside him; the studious and lethargic Librarian Faline. It had been a few days since they last saw one another, hadn't it? He had no need to go to the library, but that did not mean he had forgotten about the dragon who maintained it. Her brown hair done up into twintails, though hers fell more at the bottom and were far shorter in comparison to a certain green serpent's long tassels. She carried with her the cool, intelligent grace of a librarian, aided by the oval-shaped glasses on her face, and the book she was nose deep in.

What book? It's surface was green much like the cloak she wore, its title written in black. It was German though, reading back... uh... 'Unmoralische Madchenparty' huh... which translating back read--

Immoral Girl's Party... what?

“Is something the matter, Master?” Faline suddenly asked, causing his eyes to snap up towards her face.

She had this cool look in her eye, somewhat nonchalant and indifferent towards his blushing face. Blushing face? Why was he blushing? Because of what he read on her book's title? What type of title even is 'Immoral Girl's Party'? It brought some things to mind, but Sebastian wasn't sure if he was thinking more with his lower head than his normal one. Faline didn't strike him as the type of girl who'd enjoy that kind of fiction.

“Sorry if I was looking too hard,” Sebastian said as he shrugged his shoulders, “I was just... interested in what you were reading, is all.”

“Oh, my book?” Faline said as she closed it over her thumb, “Do you like to read books, Master Sebastian?”

“Uh... yeah, actually,” he answered with a nod, “I used to read often, really.”

“You did?” Faline asked, actually moving in closer along their back seat, “What kind of books? Comic books? Manga? Manhwas?”

“Manhwas? Uh... I don't even know what that is, uh...” he shook his head, “No, I'd just read normal books, you know? Heh heh...” he smiled up at her again, “I liked sci-fi, really. Uh... have you ever heard of Red Dwarf?”

“Red Dwarf, yessss,” Faline said as she pushed her glasses up on her face, “The novel written by two authors under one pseudonym, Grant Naylor. Based on the British sci-fi sitcom they created in 1988. Did you read the omnibus? It collected the first two books into one; 'Infinity Welcomes Careful Drivers', and 'Better than Life'. Which one do you prefer?”

“Uh... huh... hmm...”

Sebastian looked down. Then up. Down again. Then back to Faline's face. When he first saw her, she was lethargic and casual, reading a book in the library whilst also sounding rather dismissive. When she learned he was her Master however, her demeanor shifted, gaining the poise and professionalism he expected of the drachenmagd. Right now however?

Well, she was wired, so to speak. Her close proximity to him, how her brown eyes bore into his, the giddy smile on her lips; she loved talking about books. He didn't expect to see Faline act in such a way, make such a face, but it was actually rather endearing and quite cute. Even someone as stoic as the librarian could unwind.

“Uh, right! I agree; I enjoyed the second part more, uh... 'Better than Life'! Right Heh heh! It was funnier than the last part, but... hm... also more heartfelt. It made me feel... a lot of things, really. Uh... hmm... it was... one of the first books I read after my mother died so... I really needed that.”

He stopped, his jovial expression melting, though he kicked himself mentally for it. Bringing up his mother and her death was a surefire way to make him unhappy, though this time it was his own fault. But... he didn't let that displeasure keep him down before he looked back at Faline with a smile on his face.

“What about you, Faline?” he asked, “What are you reading? What's this uh... um... heh... 'Immoral Girl's Party', about?”

“Oh...? Ummm... well...”

A blush formed on her cheeks, the car driving in a spot of sunlight that struck her glasses, covering her eyes beneath. Nevertheless, she turned in a slight way, no doubt looking in the distance as embarrassment fueled her. Embarrassment? Just what was in the book she was reading?

“It's... it's nothing, Master. I assure you,” Faline said, her voice even growing softer, “Just a little something from my... personal collection.”

“Personal... collection...?” Sebastian repeated.

What did she mean by that? Did she keep this book separate from the others in the library? Well knowing that only made Sebastian more curious as to what this book was about! If he ordered her, she'd tell him, right? But with the shy way she was acting, he didn't want to make her do something she didn't want to do! But damn, he was as curious as a child now!

And do you know who was overhearing all of this? Larsine of course.

The Valet kept her eyes locked on the roads ahead, though her expression spoke a thousand words. Frustration, in particular. She was gripping harder on the steering wheel, her starlight eyes tightening as well. Listening to the two talk so casually made her jealous; when's the last time she's had the chance to speak with Sebastian just one on one? They only got that time during their brief walks together through the halls, and usually it was interrupted by another drachenmagd.

But... why was she getting so frustrated by this? She kept telling herself it was all okay, and that it was all for Sebastian's pleasure not her own, but that didn't make her feel any better. If anything, that only irked her more! And with Mylene's words getting into her head...

Haah! Was everyone going to taste from Sebastian!? When did she get her turn!?

“You like to read, don't you, Faline?” Sebastian asked, continuing his conversation with the librarian, “I suppose that's stupid of me to ask. You are the estate's librarian, heh. Did you ever read with any of my ancestors?”

“Of course I did, Master,” Faline answered with a nostalgic smile on her lips, “I used to read all the time with your ancestors. Things like TVs, radios... the internet. They were not always so common place. In the past, I'd enjoy little book clubs with your ancestors and their family members, reading whatever new novel would come our way,” she looked at him, a few thoughts traveling through her mind, “Do you know of your great-grandmother? Angelika Faust. She was earl too in her days, and much like you, her favorite genre was sci-fi.”

“Angelika Faust...” Sebastian said, gazing skyward in a thoughtful manner, “Ah... man... I...” his expression grew more restrained, though he kept a smile on his face, “I wish I knew more about my family, I really do.”

“Master, you live at the estate now,” Faline said, her hand laying on his thigh, “Anything you'd ever need to know is in there. The Faust family has a rich history of power. The diaries, the accounts of your ancestors, you should read them. They're rather eye-opening experiences, I assure you.”

Right, right, those dairies. Sebastian's pursuit of his father's diary was so dogged, he forgot that his other family members had them too. From his grandfather Adler von Faust, all the way to the one who started it all, Heinrich von Faust. He could read and learn so much from them... if he could just gain the courage to do so.

What mysteries lay within the estate? They both had him curious yet afraid, honestly. But as earl, he must learn of them sooner or later, right? Preferably sooner, even if it does leave him a bit confused. Although...

“My... uh... Heinrich... Heinrich von Faust. The first Heinrich von faust... I dunno if there were more...” Sebastian muttered in a bit of embarrassment.

“You mean... Heinrich Georg von Faust?” Faline asked, causing Sebastian to nod.

“Yes, yes, him! Uh... Adeline said he was a brilliant doctor, and that he was born in uh... 1749. Jeeze... that's older than America. Uh... you girls are older than America. Uhh... a-anyway. He was a doctor, right? What did he do? Was he like... a medical doctor or something else?”

“Oh... yes, Master Heinrich. Haaah...” she smiled again, eyes closed in a sentimental manner as she reminisced of days gone. Long days gone, considering it happened over two-hundred years ago, “Adeline is right; he was a brilliant doctor. He studied things that – even to this day – most could not explain. Could never hope to explain.”

“And... uh... what are those things?” Sebastian asked, “Philosophy? Math?”

“Oh no, Master Sebastian. Master Heinrich studied religion.”

“He... studied religion? So he was a theologian?”

“Well... close, but no,” Faline said whilst shaking her head, “Let me clarify; he studied religion, but not just by reading any texts. He read them all, Master, he indulged in, and if you spent only a few minutes in our library, you too could read them, but I digress. You see, Master Heinrich was a religious man himself, and wanted to prove the existence of gods, of angels, of demons, not just through the written word, but by science as well. He was no more older than you are when he first set out to prove their existence.”

“And how did he... do that...?” Sebastian asked, enthralled by this little history lesson.

“He made very, very powerful friends.”

Sebastian cocked his head at the statement, confused by it. He made... powerful friends? What did that mean? Call him genre savvy, but typically when a character makes 'powerful friends', it's usually something bad. Like they befriend mob bosses or monsters or something like that. Sebastian even rubbed the side of his head, trying to decipher what Faline said.

“We're here, Master,” Larsine suddenly called, snapping Sebastian to the reality of his surroundings.

Gazing around, gone was the forest that led up to the Faust Estate. Somewhere during his conversation with Faline, they had entered into the city of Schonheit, driving up to a strip mall. An audible gasp left Sebastian, finding the beautiful and elegant stone structures of the strip mall to be vastly different from what he was used to. Everything in Schonheit seemed to elevate beauty; Sebastian was sure even a simple fast food restaurant would be better here.

“This way, Master,” said Larsine, drawing his attentions to her as she exited from the car, “I will take you to Gerald's Antiques.”

Opening the door for him, Sebastian nodded as he undid his belt buckle, but turned to face Faline. Her hand was still on his thigh, her expression having shifted slightly. Her demure smile had changed to something more... reticent, more reserved. She even averted her eyes, though Sebastian reached out for her.

Saying not a word, he casually pushed her glasses back on her face, garnering a soft 'thank you' from his Librarian.

“Where are you going, Faline?” he asked as she placed down her book.

“Over there,” she answered whilst pointing to the distance, “Goethe Bookstore. They import books for me. My book should be there...” she then looked back, “Its big. Not as big as our library, but it contains more modern books. I'm hoping to increase my personal collection.”

There it was again; that personal collection. Oh, didn't Faline know how curious that made Sebastian? It's like he was baiting her! He should ask her, but he was also focused on getting his phone so... there's always later.

They parted from one another, Faline heading towards Goethe Bookstore, while he and Larsine headed for Gerald's Antiques. But Sebastian's eyes lingered on his Librarian for a few moments, particularly taking note of her swishing green cloak. Naturally, it drew his eyes down towards her swaying buttocks. So round, so cute, almost enough to make him forget about the fact that her tail was gone.

Wait... what?

What happened to Faline's tail!?

“Larsine, what just-- what!?”

“Huh?”

Looking over to his Valet, gone too were her horns and tail, vanished as if they were never their. Her only remaining reptilian feature would be her slit eye, otherwise, she looked like a normal girl. It took Sebastian aback, for he had never seen his drachenmagd lacking the 'drachen' part. He didn't know what to say, so he just gawked silently at his Valet.

Larsine... actually enjoyed his gawking eyes a fair bit.

“What happened to your horns, Larsine?” he finally asked.

“Oh? My horns?”

“And your tail.”

“And my tail too? I uh...” she looked over her shoulder, having taken note that, yes, her dragon appendages were gone, “Well... wouldn't it cause quite a stir if a dragon were among you humans, Master?”

“I uh... huh... I never really... really thought about it like that,” he replied, realizing how stupid and childish he must sound, “I've gotten so used to see you all with your horns, tails... wings if you have them... I never thought about if you'd need to get rid of them. But... I guess it makes sense; if people knew dragons exist, I don't know what they'd do.”

“Oh, we're well aware of that, Master,” Larsine replied, “We've had a few... ahem... close calls over the centuries.”

He opened his mouth to ask her about it, only to stop. There was a strange glint in Larsine's eyes among her statement, before she averted her gaze to instead look into the distance. Sebastian – noticing this – drew closer to his Valet, his hand reaching out for her. Saying nothing, he placed his hand upon her cheek, coaxing a soft sigh from her as she looked straight towards his blushing face.

He hadn't even asked to touch her; he just went on and did it. But Larsine didn't look too bothered, so he continued.

His hand stroked along her cheek, before coming up to her head where her horns should be. But, right, they were gone. Gone those lavender spires, replaced with nothing. Drawing closer to Larsine, Sebastian stared over her shoulder to look at her back and buttocks. And, yup, gone too was her tail. Hmm...

But with him being so close... mmm... his nostrils flaring, he could smell her aromatic body. He couldn't exactly pin what exactly her aroma was, but he knew it smelled good, and it calmed him down. At least until he realized how close he was to his Valet.

“S-sorry about that,” he said as he suddenly pulled back, “I didn't realize what I was doing, heh... um...”

“You don't have apologize, Master,” Larsine said, though she pouted slightly, “I... if you wish to touch me, then just touch me; if such is your bidding.”

“I uh... right...”

She said in a way that reminded him of Igrene. Yeah, that's what Igrene would say, something along the lines of 'if its the Master's wishes, then so be it'. But Larsine's pout... he wasn't sure if he was reading it correctly. Either she was annoyed that he stopped touching her, or was annoyed that he touched her in the first place.

Okay, maybe he still wasn't the best at reading women.

“Uh... alright then um... let's go to the antique store, okay?” Sebastian said as he pointed ahead, causing his Valet to nod, though she did so begrudgingly.

He was touching her, if so briefly, then she stopped. Why? Why didn't he keep touching her? Urgh! That irks her to no end! What? Was she not as forceful as Selene, or as forthcoming as Mylene? Is that it? Should she just grab him and force herself upon him? Then why did he always look at others with those lustful eyes? He even trailed them upon Faline's ass, not her own!

Perhaps he really did take displeasure with her body; that must be it. That must be--

“Ah! You! Sir! Siiirrrrr!” a voice suddenly called from the distance, drawing both Larsine and Sebastian's attentions.

Looking over, they watched as an aged man came running up to him. He was portly, had gray, balding hair, a bespectacled face, and dressed like some businessman heading for work. Rushing towards the two, he came to a halt, bending over and rubbing his head clean of sweat, whilst panting as well.

Uh... who was this guy, and why did he come up to them out of the blue? He acted like he knew them, but Sebastian had clearly never met him before, and Larsine looked just as confused as he was. They looked at one another in a quizzical manner, before shifting their attentions back to the portly man who was struggling to catch his breath before them.

“Uh... sir, are you okay?” Sebastian asked, “Did you... just run all the way here?”

“What? Ah yes, I mean no! I mean yes! I mean... haaaahhh! Whooooooooh!”

He really looked like he could use a bottle of water. Did they have any on them? He was sure Larsine would if he asked her for one. But before he got the chance to, the man straightened up, using his handkerchief to clean his forehead of sweat, before pushing his glasses up on his face. Then – after gaining a modicum of decency – he looked and smiled at Sebastian, his head bowing down.

“You are Sebastian von Faust, correct? New earl of the Faust Estate?” the man asked, to which the he nodded.

“Yeah. I mean, yes, yes I am.”

“Oh! Great! Joyous! Your maid – head-housemaid Igrene – told us about your arrival a few days ago! Gaining an earl is a momentous occasion! I hope you serve your station well! Ho ho!”

“Uhh... yeaaah... okay,” Sebastian replied, this conversation having quickly taken a trip to the awkward... if it wasn't there already.

“Oh! Right! That's right, right, right! I came to give you something Master!” he said, his hand reaching into his jacket, “I hope it serves you well! A gift for the new earl!”

Looking down at his hand, he watched as the man pulled out a pocket watch of all things. It was old fashion, its metal being smooth, black and reflective. Gazing upon its surface, Sebastian saw the insignia of a horned, reptilian creature upon it. It reminded him of a dragon, but not exactly. Slowly he handed Sebastian this pocket watch, who gently took it into his hands.

It was appropriately heavy, but not too heavy, being similar to a smartphone in weight, though with a circular frame. His thumb stroked along its surface, feeling just how smooth and flawless it was. Heh, like he bodies of his drachenmagd.

Okay, all this sex really was polluting his brain.

“Um... thank you, sir?” Sebastian said as he held the pocket watch in hand.

“Oh, no Master, no, no, thank you,” said the man as he began walking off, “Have a great day, Master Sebastian!”

What the hell just happened?

Both Sebastian and Larsine watched the man walk away with appropriately confused expressions, wondering if this meeting was nothing more than a fever dream. But, no, for the black stopwatch the man gave him sat in his hand.

Raising it up, Sebastian continued to scan the pocket watch, brushing his fingers along its chain and its surface. Searching for its one button that would pop open the watch, searching, searching searching and... ah, there it was. So...

Flip!

And...

Tick-tock-tick-tock-tick-tock.

Yeah, nothing.

The glass film was flawless, showing the watch beneath it. It was a normal watch, its track black, its numbers in both gold and written in roman numerals. In the center, Sebastian could see the various gears that clicked and turned, keeping the watch in pristine working condition. It was a damn fine watch, free of any issues.

“Well... okay then,” Sebastian said as he placed the watch into his pocket, “Onward to Gerald's Antiques!”

“Riiiiiiight...”

Larsine remained curious and even skeptical of the man who just gave Sebastian the watch. She even looked to the distance, watching him leave silently, her eyes bearing upon him. Slowly... slowly...

Larsine's eyes began to glow.

How dare he...

“Uh, Larsine? Something wrong?” Sebastian asked, making her turn and face him.

“Oh? Huh? No, nothing, Master. Nothing. Let's go.”

Gerald's Antiques. Hearing a store's name like that, your mind is instantly filled with thoughts, isn't it? What do you think, then? A store filled to the brim with old, random junk and doohickeys? Little toys and trinkets that are older than you by decades? A century, even? Chairs, couches, tables, grandfather clocks; whatever you need to fill one's house, you can find it here. Some of it it truly is old, most of it however?

Yeah, most of it was made last summer. Gerald's a pretty handy fellow.

Ring-A-Ding!

Entering into this room, the first thing Sebastian smelled was... brown. Wood. Yeah, something along those lines. Similar in smell to a second-hand shop, a thrift store. Only, replace the rows of clothes with antiquated pieces of furniture, especially little wooden dolls.

“Wow...” Sebastian muttered as he ran his fingers along an old clock, “With the watch I just got...” he then looked down a row towards a distant grandfather clock, “And that one down there... hm... I guess I just have 'time' on the brain, huh?

“Time, eh? Well, you've come to the right place!” a voice suddenly called to the two.

Looking over, their eyes fell on the store's front counter, and the man who called out to them. He was an aged fellow, older than that portly man they ran into, generally giving off the vibe of a jovial grandfather. It was warm and kind, approachable, drawing Sebastian closer like a moth to a flame. His hair was gray, his eyes a silver brown, cheeks round and rosy like some caricature of Santa Claus. His rounded appearance helped lend into this as well, though his clothes were far more blue collar in nature. A white shirt, brown overalls and suspenders, a belt with various pouches hanging on his hips. He looked like a tinkerer, a toy maker, and a mechanic, all rolled into one.

“Guten Tag, my boy! You must be Master Faust, right?” said the man, taking Sebastian aback.

“What? You already know?” he asked, to which the old man nodded gleefully.

“But of course! Your maid, Igrene, was so excited to tell everyone at the town hall earlier this week!” he replied, “She also called to tell me you were heading this way. Oh! Where's my manners, eh?” he placed his hand on his chest, “My name's Gerald! Gerald Reithofer! It's a pleasure to meet you, Master Faust!”

“It's a pleasure to meet you too,” Sebastian said as he reached out to shake the man's hand.

Sebastian had yet to meet anyone in Schonheit who wasn't his maids, so interacting with someone so normal felt like a breath of fresh air. Even when they shook each other's hands, Sebastian felt casual around him.

“So you're the new earl. You're Klaus' son, eh?” said Gerald as he peered at Sebastian, “Boy... you look juuuust like Adler!”

“Adler...?” Sebastian repeated, his head cocked to one side, “Who's that?”

“Oh? Dontcha know? Adler was your grandfather!” he replied, “A wise smart man. We used to go fishin' together years ago!”

“Fishing together, huh... heh...” he shook his head, “I uh... that's nice to hear, really.”

“Oh, don't sound too down! I know if he met you, he would've doted on you for days! Hah hah hah!”

His heavy laughter filled the air, with Sebastian chuckling alongside him, albeit sheepishly. Despite Gerald's best efforts, hearing of his grandfather slightly soured Sebastian's mood. Despite being a Faust by blood, he felt almost no connection to his family. With them all dead, it's not like he could speak or learn from any of them.

Perhaps he should take Faline up on that offer, and spend some time reading his ancestor's diaries. But one thing at a time.

“Mr. Reithofer, could I please see your antique phones?” Sebastian asked, cutting Gerald's laughter short.

“Mister Reithofer? Oh, Master Faust, you don't have to call me that; just call me Gerald!” said the old man, “Now then, you said you wanted to see my antique phones? I make them often for your family, due to your Groundskeeper who keeps breaking hers. Let me see what I can find real quick.”

Opening up the side of his counter, Gerald walked out from behind it, heading into the direction of his phone collection. Though him mentioning his Groundskeeper, Carmeline, had Sebastian thinking other things. Growing suddenly thoughtful, Sebastian looked over to Larsine. His Valet was curious to something – an old globe it would seem – but once she felt his eyes on her, she turned to face him.

“Is something wrong, Master?” Larsine asked, to which he shook his head.

“Uh... no, I wasn't. I was just...”

Did... did anyone else realize the fact that the drachenmagd were, ya'know, ageless? Apparently, Larsine and Faline both felt the need to hide their dragonic appendages, so the fact that they were dragons was clearly a secret. But they're also immortal, or at the very least, they age very, very, very slowly. If they truly are over two hundred years old, someone would notice, right?

Gerald has worked for them for years going by this fact, and had known his grandfather so... he'd know they were ageless, right? Or... or did he not? No, he'd have to if he was really friends with his grandfather so... uh...

Shit this was all getting more and more confusing as time went on. Why is it that the more he learns, the more questions he gets?

“Aaannnd... here!”

“WHA!?”

Looking over, Sebastian's eyes befell the counter of the antique store, and the old man who stood beside it. Gerald had returned, holding in his hands the object of the young earl's current affection; an antique phone. Just as one would suspect of a place that's so intent on paying homage to their head-housemaid, it was furnished in red mahogany, while its metallic surfaces were colored gold. Gazing at the rotary phone before him, how old yet elegant it looked, it helped make Sebastian feel regal.

Yes, he was an earl now, but he struggled to feel like an earl. This may not have been training with Emiline or Carmeline yet, but just holding this phone felt like he was taking his first steps into understanding what it means to feel like an earl.

To feel like a person of power.

“Do you like it, Master?” asked Gerald, to which Sebastian nodded.

“Yeah... oh, wait... I mean... yes, yes I do,” he answered whilst looking up at the old man, “You... you make these all yourself, Gerald?”

“Well... not all of them. Sometimes my grandchildren come around to help me,” he replied with a soft smile, “In fact, I do believe my granddaughter will be coming around soon but... ah... don't wanna count my chickens before they hatch, eh?”

“Yeah, right... um...” he looked back at the phone, “So... do I just take it with me?”

“Oh this?” Gerald said as he suddenly tapped the side of it, “Oh no, Master, not quite yet. I still have yet to put my finishing touches on it,” he leaned in, “Tell ya what; come back in about an hour, and I'll have your phone all ready to go.”

“Uh... um...” he nodded, “Okay, sure. Oh! Wait, but uh... before you do finish it on, can I ask for one change. It's nothing too big, I hope.”

“Sure, Master! What is it?”

“Well... um... uh...”

Looking at the two, Larsine watched as Sebastian leaned in close, his hand covering his lips to Gerald's ear. There he whispered to the old man, something that Larsine could not hear. Whatever it was, it made Gerald smile and nod, chuckle too.

“Of course, Master! Done and done!” he said, much to Sebastian's joy.

“Thanks, heh! Alright, back in an hour, right?”

“Right, Master! One hour, nothing later!”

“Okay! Uhhh...”

Scratching the back of his head sheepishly, Sebastian wondered what to do now. He had about an hour to waste and he was a strip mall, so he could have done a dozen things. Maybe he'll stop by an eatery and grab a snack. No, wait, Faline went to that bookstore, right? He'll head there and meet up with her! So he walked towards the door, exiting through it with Larsine at her back.

All as Gerald watched. And watched. And watched some more. He didn't say a word, but his jovial expression began to fade, shifting into a frown. He even shook his head, as if... disappointed in something.

Disappointed in what though?

Walking back outside, Sebastian looked towards the direction Faline walked in, his eyes falling on Goethe Bookstore. He started walking towards it, only for his eyes to trail over towards his BMW, specifically the backseat. There staring back at him was the book Faline was reading on the ride over here, 'Unmoralische Madchenparty'.

She appeared so embarrassed before to share what she was reading, something that piqued Sebastian's curiosity. Now she was gone, having left her book here for any wayward eyes. He reached out for it, curious to finally read a passage or a page or whatever, only to stop.

This was wrong. Faline wanted to keep it a secret; she was blushing from embarrassment. If she wanted to share her story, she would have just done so, and that's that! But if she was hiding it, then that means something really strange happens in this book! Why else would she be embarrassed about sharing it?

Dammit! Why did that make Sebastian so curious!

Okay! Just a peak! Just one peak! He is the earl and her Master, so it shouldn't be wrong if he wanted to see, right? Yeah. Just a peak, nothing more. So he picked up the book, opened up a random page, and--

However! As they were too serious, I couldn't get anywhere in regards to sex.

“... huh?”

So to overcome this, I bought a book called 'Hypnosis for Dummies' and...

“Wh... what...?”

Success! I cast my spell on them, bit by bit! I made it so that when they are with me, or are thinking of me, their 'passion for art' is converted to 'desire for love and sex'.

“Wh-what!?”

From then on, they became horny sluts who wanted to be fucked, just by having our eyes meet.

What the fuck was he reading!? Seriously!? What the actual fuck?

Sebastian pulled back, his expression utterly perplexed as he looked at the sinful words written on the page before him. And, no, seriously, this got more and more extreme the further he read. From what he could surmise, this book was about a man who – through the power of hypnosis – has sex with women at his academy. That alone is slimy and strange, but as Sebastian randomly flipped through pages, he found their sexual antics to get even more extreme.

From things like moral degradation, to sex in public places, to full on BDSM. You know something's fucked up when having adulterous sex against the door of one's lover, is about the least worse thing you could do!

Okay, having read just a little bit of this book, Sebastian realized why Faline was so hesitant on sharing this with him. Huh... of all the women in the estate, he would have said the Librarian was the last person who'd indulge in such fiction. And even if she did like erotica, such extreme, degrading erotica to women certainly didn't fit the bill he had for her.

Was... Faline a masochist? If you told him Selene was a masochist, he'd believe you, but Faline? Nooooooo!

“Um, Master? Is something wrong?” Larsine asked, his eyes snapping over towards her.

“N-no! Nothing's wrong! Promise!” Sebastian said whilst placing the book back down, “Uh... heh heh... um...” he pointed ahead, “Let's go to the bookstore. I'm sure Faline's gotten her book by now.”

He was quick to start walking for it as well, still blushing furiously from the few bits he read. 'Immoral Girl's Party' indeed.

Goethe Bookstore. Well, what more is there to say about it? It's a bookstore! And a rather sizable one at that, being here in the strip mall. Rows upon rows of books lined the walls before Sebastian, with the typical, out of place board games mixed in as well.

And as one would suspect of a bookstore, it was a mostly quiet place. Sure, there were people here and there, but most were either reading, or coming to buy a book outright. If one were to close their eyes, they'd be forgiven in thinking this was a library.

“Hmm... I wonder where Faline is at,” Sebastian muttered as he looked around, “I can't see her immediately. Hmmm... Larsine, let's split up and look for her.”

“Yes, Master,” she answered as she started walking off, only for Sebastian to notice a nearby store associate.

“Uh, sir, can you tell me where you pick up book deliveries?” he asked.

“Deliveries? Oh, just go down this lane towards Non-Fiction books. You'll see a counter where we handle deliveries and pick ups.”

“Ah! Thanks!”

Heading down where he was directed, Sebastian's eyes befell the pick up aisle but... there was no Librarian to be seen. He looked left, he saw nothing, he looked back to see if he passed her, but nothing. So he looked right.

He looked right.

Abschnitt fur Erwachsene.

Or...

Adult Section.

“Uh... glp...”

There was an adult section... in this bookstore. An adult section that was separated from the rest via some black curtains that made it impossible to see through. What? Is this a rental store from the late 90s!? What the hell was it doing here!?

More importantly... was Faline behind those curtains? Call it a gut feeling, but after what Sebastian read, he'd argue... yeah, yeah she was.

Jeeze, was he old enough to go in there? He's nineteen, but some places don't allow entry unless one is twenty-one. Maybe he's thinking about this too hard. Yeah, it's not like this place was being guarded.

So Sebastian slowly began approaching the room, a large blush of embarrassment blatant on his face. He felt like some creepy pervert as he drew closer to the adult's section, and it left him wondering why Faline didn't just buy her books online like a sane person! Be courageous, Sebastian, be courageous. Yes, just say that to himself. It's just the adult section, and it's not like he hasn't indulged in porn before... or sex either. Seriously, why was he acting so skittish around something so simple?

Just walk inside and--

Shlingling!

Ooooh! Why did it have to be so loud!

Standing on the opposite end of the black curtains, Sebastian's saw what could best be described as a smaller library. It wasn't as big as the main bookstore, its bookcases were black, and all of their books were – you guessed it – erotic in nature. Funnily enough, their lanes were also clearly labeled like the rest of the bookstore, though they took on a different connotation here.

This one was Non-Fiction, which... yeah, makes sense enough. This next lane was History which... what the hell does that mean in the Adult Section? Historical sex? Hmm... no, he didn't want to think about it. This next lane was Fantasy... hm... simple enough. And the section after that was 'Hardcore', which... yikes!

And guess who he found standing there...

“Ha... Faline, there you are.”

She stood at the end of the aisle, her nose stuck in a book, though she turned to face him when her name left his lips. Briefly their eyes met, and when they did, Faline couldn't stop her cheeks from turning red. If he was in here, then that means he learned of her dirty little secret, didn't he? Which... yeah, probably wasn't the best kept secret ever, was it?

“Master...” Faline said, her book up to her nose to cover her face while her brown eyes stared at him, “What are you doing here?”

“Heh... I suppose I should be asking you this, huh?” Sebastian asked whilst sheepishly rubbing the back of his head, “I wouldn't expect the... heh... BDSM section to be your thing, Faline.”

“Oh... really?” she replied, hips swaying as her blushing embarrassment continued to grow, “Well, Master... what kind of fiction do you think I'd participate in? Do you take me for a... Vanilla girl?”

“Well... yeah, honestly,” he nodded, “You don't strike me as the type who'd enjoy whips and chains... and hypnotizing.”

“Hypno... tiz...? Oh... oooh...”

Now she was blushing even harder, brown eyes cutting away to instead look at the books besides her. Seeing her act so embarrassed made Sebastian chuckle, though he was laughing more at their situation, and not exactly at Faline herself.

“Sorry... I couldn't help but to look at your book since you left it in the car,” Sebastian apologized, his head shaking.

“No, Master, it's okay,” Faline murmured, her head pulling out from behind her book, “It's wrong of me to keep secrets from you anyway; you are my Master, after all.”

“I don't... haah... I don't mind you having your secrets; you have your own life, Faline.”

His charming way of saying such a thing was so... ignorant. He spoke to her as if she was a normal girl, and not a drachenmagd, not his drachenmaged. But of course, she had to remind herself that Sebastian wasn't like Klaus. He wasn't like Klaus, he wasn't like Ullrich, he wasn't like Angelika, he wasn't like any earl who had come before him. His ignorance to the situation they were in was actually endearing and cute, causing her blush to subside and her lips to curl into a smile.

“Is it wrong of me to enjoy this sort of fiction, Master?” Faline asked, taking him off guard.

“Well... I'd say no,” he answered, “We all have our personal tastes, especially in the bedroom. If you happen to like BDSM... well... I don't think it's wrong to be admonished for it.”

“How would you feel if someone liked it if things were a bit more... extreme than that?” Faline asked, her tone growing softer, “What if someone thinks that BDSM just isn't good enough.”

“Isn't... good enough...?” Sebastian replied, face turning pale and cheeks flashing red, “I uh... don't quite follow.”

“I've been alive for so long, Master,” Faline remarked, “As you said before, I am older than America itself. By some point in time vanilla erotica grew boring to me. Soon too did romantic erotica. No matter how bizarre, no matter how extreme, I eventually grew bored with almost everything erotica had to offer. Not even bestiality was enough to satiate me.”

“What, whoa, besti--”

“But BDSM? That's different...”

She began smiling in a kooky manner, her eyes gazing skyward, cheeks rosy, and a sliver of drool hanging from her lips. Sebastian wouldn't exactly call the face flattering, instead saying it was... brimming with shameless lust.

“There's something about BDSM that I find endlessly entertaining, Master,” Faline continued, “The whips, the bonds, the extravagant ways one is tied up. How incredibly lewd and demeaning... haaah... I love it!” she moved in closer, “It's... thrilling to give one's entire self up to someone else, don't you agree, Master?”

“I... I don't know... that sounds a bit... um... too much, Faline.” Sebastian replied, sweat dropping as he didn't entirely agree with his Librarian.

“It has to be extreme, Master. If it's not extreme, then what's the point?”

“Uhhh... well...”

“I want to be toyed with and objectified, Master,” Faline stated in a blunt, straightforward manner, “I want someone else to play with me as they see fit. I want to be treated like a sex toy. Master...” she leaned even closer, “I want you to do lewd things to me.”

Sebastian's hands curled in and his face began twitching, all as he replayed Faline's words to himself over and over again. And quite the words they were; no way to interpret them as anything but how they sounded like. So frank, so honest, so... lewd.

She wasn't like the others when it came to their sexual desires. They poked, they prodded, but ultimately, they were the ones who were in control. Sebastian was just along for the ride, more or less. Even when he got whipped up in the rush of it all and was driving more with his penis than his head, the other drachenmagd still maintained some level of control in the situation.

This time? No, no illusion to hide behind, no facade to put on. The ball was entirely in Sebastian's court, and Faline wanted it to be there.

“Faline, I...”

She suddenly closed her eyes, making Sebastian's words come to a halt. Instead he looked at the Librarian, watching her change slightly. Or, more accurately, watching her return to her true self. Her horns returned, and her tail did likewise, slinking along the floor as usual.

“Haven't you ever wanted to... have sex dangerously, Master?” Faline whispered into his ear, “Haven't you ever wanted to abuse and use a woman for your own sexual desires?”

“F-Faline... I... don't...”

“It's okay to admit to it... that's what I want,” she said, her tone suddenly sultry, suddenly lustful, “I want to be used... to be told what to do, and to do it. The more demeaning, the more humiliating... haahahhaahha... the better...”

Sebastian couldn't believe the words he was hearing; Faline was more lewd than Selene in these regards! When the Chamber Maid was horny (which seemed to be all the time, but that's not important now), she was overly affectionate, touchy-feely, groping to an extreme level. But Faline? The kind of touching she was into was less loving gropes and feels, but more spanks, biting and hair pulling.

And she wanted him to do all of that to her.

“You're a... you're a... um... you're a sub... submi... sub—” Sebastian muttered, averting his eyes from Faline's.

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“Yes, I am a submissive, Master. We all are. I'm just more... overt. Heh...”

'We all are'? What did she mean by that? Was she trying to say that she and all of the other drachenmagds were submissive? Yeah, he found that a bit hard to believe. The idea of Emiline and Carmeline alone being submissive was hard to take in. Maybe Faline said they were submissive because they were his maids, his servants. That makes more sense but... no... there was some truth behind Faline's words.

“We're in a bookstore... it's like a library,” Faline said, drawing his attentions back towards her, “I'm standing here reading a book, casually, silently, my chest to the bookcase, my back to the world. That's when a pervert comes by. He sees me...” she closed her eyes, “And liking what he sees, he reaches forward and...”

Mirroring what she said, Faline pulled away from Sebastian, her book raised to her face. Chest to the bookcase and her back towards him, she seemingly ignored the world as she grew enthralled with her novel. Sebastian was left dazed by her movements and her words, before finally putting two and two together, understanding what she was doing.

He was the pervert in this situation. And in her story he reaches forward and... and...

And what? What did he do? Oh, right, that's for him to decide, isn't it? He could reach forward and... touch her, if he pleased. But touch her where? Well...

Sebastian's eyes slowly moved up and down Faline's body, taking note of her figure and shape. She was comparable to Mylene, just a few inches taller and not as vibrant as the Parlor Maid. She had a smooth, slender back and... surprisingly rounded buttocks as well. Her green cloak stopped partway down her thighs, and didn't do a particularly good job at hiding her shapely figure.

If he reached down, he could easily start cupping her ass and cope a feel. But there's a difference between groping one of his drachenmagd at home, and doing so here at this bookstore. They were public; anyone could come in and see them, right? And – once again – there's a difference between being caught by one of his drachenmagd, and being caught by people he doesn't know.

To put it lightly, this was risky. Very risky. Yet in that riskiness, there was this... thrilling sensation. Yes, they could be caught, and the fact that there was a very likely chance of it served to make things more exciting. Yes, Sebastian could feel his heart pounding into his chest, driving him to move closer and closer, his fingers clutching at the air as his hand slipped under her cloak's hem and...

Pat...

“Nnhh...”

Faline tensed up, her lips forming a kooky smile, her cheeks flashing red, all as a sliver of drool began to hang from her lips. Sebastian's hand had cupped under her shapely ass, groping her through her miniskirt. She felt his palm, pressing in, lifting her ass in a manner that was rather skittish. Was he scared because of how blatant they were? Hoooh, that excited fear of his only served to make his groping hand even more appealing!

However, the longer this went on, the more relaxed and skilled Sebastian's hand became. His casual groping of her ass came in the form of his fingers moving around together, clutching and pushing up her buttocks, before letting it drop. Her butt had a nice weight to it, matching with its shape. So giving it a squeeze felt so... nice.

“Haaahh...”

Sebastian began leaning in, his chest pressing to Faline's back, causing her to press up harder against the pew. His Librarian's red face got even more heated, her lips parting to let out a sexy sigh, like...

“Haaaa~”

Hearing such a sound spurned him more to action, his fingers even stiffened up. Faline felt it through her miniskirt; the powerful grip of his clawing hand. Desiring more, the Librarian pushed back against Sebastian's hand, filling his palm with the luscious curvature of her buttocks.

Faline was a true masochistic pervert. It showed on her face and how she reacted to his touches. Would she have been okay with this if he truly was some random person? Or was this nothing more than further devotion to her Master?

Did Sebastian even want to ask such questions?

Having her respond in such a lustful manner to his perverted touches, further spurned the young man on. He stroked his hands left and right upon her ass, before squeezing her once again. She groaned, body arching, chest pressed up against the books before her, almost to the point that she almost knocked them over. But no, they remained standing, tall and firm, and she started pushing her ass back against his hand.

The beautiful body of a woman; Sebastian had become well acquainted with it over the past few days. From Igrene to Selene, Mylene to Emiline, Rodeline to Carmeline; the bodies of his drachenmagd were starting to paint a picture for him. If he were to close his eyes, he had no doubt he'd be able to pick them out of a lineup.

So as he closed his eyes now, what did he learn about Faline's body? Well, she wasn't thicc like Igrene, Rodeline, or Selene, and she certainly wasn't a bricchouse like Carmeline. No, he'd compare her body closer to Mylene's and Emiline's, particularly how her figure was. She had Mylene's youthful features, though she was slightly taller than the Parlor Maid. Her chest meanwhile was closer to that of Emiline's, being moderately busty for her size. Her angular head, her small, pointed nose, her glasses...

Glasses that were currently fogging up.

“Haaaaahhh~”

Faline panted softly as she felt her Master continue to shamelessly palm and grope her ass. Squeezing, rubbing, moving left, right, all through her miniskirt. Haah... curse this miniskirt! If it wasn't in the way, he'd be able to palm her ass directly! In fact, why hadn't he done so yet!? Was he teasing her!?

Didn't stop her from sensually shaking her hips left and right, trying to taunt her Master into being more brazen. Her body was right there for the taking, so take it already!

Well...

Sebastian's hand slipped down, touching and palming upon her thigh. Faline shivered and tensed up, legs closing together as her Master finally touched flesh directly. He began rubbing the back of her thighs, sensually moving up and down, letting her feel his soft, smooth hands. Said hands started sliding up and up and up; creeping like a snail on pavement.

Faline's legs... yes, they were certainly thiccer than both Mylene's; Sebastian was learning that. Not as thicc as Emiline's legs of course, but the Marshal's legs were toned and muscular... though not as muscular as Carmeline's. Heh, he was just going down a hole now, wasn't he?

Feeling Faline's legs though, they were far more pliable and squeezable in comparison to Emiline and Mylene's legs. So that's what Sebastian did; squeeze them. His every clinch made Faline tense up, her mouth closing, only to gasp and groan once he released her. He explored her body in this strange manner, getting a feel for her legs, her buttocks, her hips, her curves, all as he kept his eyes closed. But as he worked his hands closer to the middle of her legs, Sebastian suddenly felt...

Heat...

It resonated from beneath her miniskirt, causing his hand to pull back slightly. Yeah, he knew what that was. Eyes opening, Sebastian looked at the side of Faline's face, watching as white-hot breaths flowed out of her moist and shapely lips. Seeing this, his hand began moving up and up and up until...

“Hnnhaaaahhh~!”

Sebastian pushed up Faline's middle skirt, flashing her curved buttocks and white panties to anyone and everyone around them. A moist stained had formed in the center of this panties, right where the heat was coming from. The cool air gracing her sweaty body, the Librarian groaned and tensed up further, while her Master stared at her smooth, round, flawless ass.

Pat!

“Ohhh~!”

He grabbed it. He palmed it. He squeezed it.

His fingers sank into Faline's buttocks, squeezing her left cheek firm and tight. She groaned out loud, her tail even started to rise, giving her Master unbridled access to her lower body. His nails curling in, Sebastian began to scratch Faline as he squeezed her ass, the tightness of his grip further making shameless, breathy moans leave her lips.

Shlingling!

Around and around and around, Sebastian groped Faline's ass, playing with it as he saw fit. To have her be so utterly helpless against him, while at the same time enjoying this abuse, well... it did something to the young earl. He'd never been into this sort of kink before, but as he experienced it first hand, he found his body rousing up, specifically his manhood.

What was this he was experiencing? Sadism? No, it wasn't extreme enough to be something like that! Was this... power? Was it empowering to do something like this to Faline? Yes, that's it! It was exciting! It was thrilling! But most of all, it was empowering! He was doing whatever he pleased to Faline, and the Librarian just sat there and took it!

Was this what the other girls were like too? Would they all act like this before him? He was so quick to give control back to them during a tryst, he had not yet experienced how fun it was to have utter control! Hmm... better not let this go to his head...

But right now? Yeeaaah... he'd enjoy it for as long as he pleased.

They were in their own little world, with Sebastian casually kneading Faline's ass like they were safely within his own library. But they weren't in their own library, were they? No, they were out here in public, a place where anyone could find them. So why is it then that it had to be... her?

She split up from her Master in an attempt to find Faline faster, so how did she end up losing the both of them? Larsine didn't know, but this would just be her luck. Now her wayward steps had brought her here, into the adult's section of this bookstore. She had been here before, recognizing this place as a particular favorite spot for a certain Librarian. Hey, Sebastian may be knew to Faline's fancies, but Larsine had known her since they were hatchlings! If you lived with someone for over two hundred years, you too would probably learn a thing or two about them!

Not in Non-Fiction. Not in History. Not in Fantasy. Oh, but a book had fallen over in the Fantasy section. Well, Larsine walked up to it and grabbed it, ready to put it back in its place when...

“Haaahhh~”

That was... Faline's voice. Why was she making such a noise? Oh no... don't tell her! Don't taunt her! Not again! Not again!

Larsine slowly turned her head to the right, looking over in the direction where the voice came from. Her eyes perfectly gazed through a tiny square in the bookcase before her, a makeshift window for her to see a new – yet somehow still familiar – lewd sight.

Sebastian stood beside Faline, her skirt pushed up, his hand right between her legs. The Valet's eyes doubled in size at the sight before her, her mouth quivering though no words left it. She couldn't speak even if she wanted too; the shock was just that great! So she sat there, gawking as the lewd sight continued to play out before her.

Sebastian's hands hooked beneath Faline's panties, grabbing them tightly. Not really having much of an idea what to do in this situation, he began pulling on her panties out of shear instinct, making them rub and ride up against her cunt and folds. It was a wedgie, and a brutal one at that. Pulling and pulling, making her back arch more as she pushed out and lifted her ass, flaunting them further.

Only for Sebastian to suddenly drop her, the friction alone making Faline grunt. Leaning against the bookcase, the Librarian began panting for breath, while her Master moved over to stand behind her fully. Her view obstructed now, Larsine could only imagine what he was doing to Faline.

Well...

His cock was as hard as a rock, searching for a soft place to snuggle against. And what do you know; he had Faline's awaiting ass right here. Waiting and willing, Sebastian began rubbing his cock up against her round ass, groaning from the pleasure of it. And even though it was through his slacks, Faline could feel heat resonating from it.

Her Master was dry humping her, and it felt fucking amazing! It was so brutal in how rough and harsh he was, making her body bounce from impact after impact. Would he go all the way? Would he take her now? Or would he start groping her some more? Would he demean her? Oooh! The possibilities were endless!

“Yip!?”

Sebastian's hands had reached up, grabbing upon Faline's shoulders. At first he gently rubbed them... but then his philandering hands began traveling down. And down... and doooowwnn...

“Nnnghh~!”

Ooooh... her breasts were nice and weighty, shapely and spherical. They filled Sebastian's hands rather nicely, being a cup-size or two larger than Mylene's, though not as perky.

Through Faline's turtleneck shirt, Sebastian grabbed the Librarian's breasts. She leaned forward, eyes closed and teeth clenched, while her Master's lustful fingers toyed with her bosom. Cupping them, Sebastian pushed them up and together, before spreading them apart. He could feel Faline's bra pushing back against his hands, but the hard shell did nothing to stop him. He just groped her, and groped her, and groped her some more. Faline could barely contain herself as she pushed against her Master's chest, but he remained firm.

But Sebastian wouldn't be pleased with just groping her through her shirt. So after a few moments of this, he moved his hands down to grab the hem of Faline's turtleneck, pulling it up and up. Her glasses slightly fogged, the Librarian watched as her shirt came to a stop right above her tits, revealing them to all. The smooth milky shell of her bra, the curvature of her breasts, the glow of sweat that adorned it, and her every breath that made them wobble slightly, all working in perfect tandem to make her chest appear as tantalizing as possible.

“Haaahhh...”

What a mega-pervert.

Snag!

“Aahhnnn~!”

With one slight pull, Sebastian freed Faline's breasts from her bra, her hard nipples jutting to the air. Her breasts weren't as perky as Mylene's were, but they didn't sag like Rodeline's did either. Once again, he'd compare her body to Emiline's... though still not as refined.

Seriously, it must be wrong to compare their bodies to one another like mere objects. On the other hand, he's done it so much by now, why even bother with stopping?

“Ah-hah~!”

Sebastian's hands quickly seized upon Faline's breasts, squeezing each one in hand as he had done before. Only now, he could feel her supple flesh filling his hands, and when he squeezed her, her breasts spilled through the cracks of his fingers. Said fingers even moved up to her nipples, pinching them, tweaking them, playing with them like joysticks. And much like a game, every touch, twist and poke had Faline's body reacting accordingly. A jolt here, a groan there, a moan here, all before she closed her eyes and bit into her bottom lip, stifling moans before they could shamelessly fill the air.

This was what she wanted; to be toyed with as nothing more than an object. She wasn't doing anything but holding upon the bookcase in front of her, allowing Sebastian unbridled access to every inch of her flesh. The only thing that would make this better would be...

“Should I... buy you a collar?”

Fucking... dirty talk.

Sebastian had no idea where those words came from, but dammit, did it feel so good to say! Made him feel big, feel strong, feel mighty! And from the way Faline drooled, it clearly had its desired affect.

She shuddered beneath his domineering words, her mind filled with thoughts of a collar. A nice leather one... with a leash! And her name on it! Yessssssssss! Just thinking about it had her cunt furiously leaking, and with her legs spread softly...

Drip... drop...

Some of it streaked down her thighs, others fell on the smooth wood floor right beneath them. Hearing it, Sebastian dropped one of his hands, pressing it between her thigh. Faline stiffened to trap his hands between her thighs, but her Master would not be stopped. Sliding his hand under her miniskirt, he guided it into her panties, and--

“You're wet...” Sebastian whispered.

And...

Plunge!

“NNNNGGHHH! HMMMMPHH!!!”

Pulling up and arching her back, Faline's eyes closed shut as her Master's middle finger penetrated her sopping wet folds. Deep inside his digit pushed, feeling her every bump, her every groove, her ever ridge. Sebastian grunted himself as her tight cunt enveloped his finger, refusing to let go. He needed to fight to pull it back, and fight he did.

“Hnnnghghhhghgh!”

Squelch! Pop! Slurrrp!

A dirty symphony of lewd noises echoed from Faline's cunt as her Master fingered her right here in this bookstore. Larsine watched. His every thrust, his every twist, she saw it. And every moan, every groan, every dirty pussy noise, she heard that too. The two's perversion was like a bubble, blocking out the entire world as they performed their exhibitionist act in secret.

His fingering was relentless, caring less for Faline's pleasure, and more for his own enjoyment. The way it stroked and swiveled along her walls, spreading them apart before letting them close; he was exploring her more so than he was pleasing her. Like how if he pushed on her walls, she tightened for some reason, or how the deeper his finger pushed, the rougher it got. Even his nails plunked at her pussy, particularly striking her clit upon the retreat. It was all maddening, with Faline's toes curling in, and her mouth spreading out to let loose her moans.

But then Sebastian buried his finger down to the knuckle, making her jolt. But before she could even gasp, he performed one long, slow, drawn out drag along the floor of her cunt. Igrene and Emiline's teachings had finally born fruit, for much like Carmeline earlier that morning, Sebastian abused Faline's g-spot.

And that set her off!

It was rougher there than it was anywhere else, and dragging his nails along it was like constantly abusing and teasing a bunch of sensitive nerves. It surged throughout Faline's body, making her jolt upwards with her eyes wide. Her legs were wobbling as she could barely keep standing, and her mouth had split open into such a large smile.

His every poke, his every prod, all the abuse from that finger, scratching scratching scratching scratching.

“Haaaahh~!”

Faline was barely keeping a lid on he mouth now; anyone could hear her lustful sounds. She tried to fight it off, but Sebastian wasn't making this easy at all. His finger that penetrated, over and over and over again, juices that stained her panties and miniskirt whilst splattering upon the floor, harder and harder, more and more.

“I can't~” she groaned, her head shaking, “Haaah~! I can't... nnghh~ Nnnaaahh~ Haaaaah~~”

One sudden shove up..

FWAP!

And then one harsh pull back...

SWHAP!

A grunt...

“Ghaahh~!”

And...

SPLATTERR!!!

Faline's legs buckled inward, barely holding herself back as she began cumming through her panties and all over the floor. It spilled like a bottle with its cap pulled off; a light flush of clear juices that varnished the wood floors beneath them. But along with her juices fell her body.

Ba-dump!

“Haaah~ Haaah~ Haaah~ Haaaah!”

Her legs had given out on her, leaving her to fall on her knees while her thick scent started to fill the air. Sebastian meanwhile pulled his hand back, gazing upon the juices it was coated in. Tongue sliding out, he began licking his fingers clean of her fluids, while his brown eyes stared down upon her shivering frame.

Sebastian hadn't done that before, has he? Normally it was him who was climaxing first, whether it be by something like Igrene's hand, or Selene and Mylene's mouth... something to that affect. But this right now? He brought Faline to orgasm first, and by his own hand. Her spicy fluids oozed down his hand like honey and syrup, carrying with it her fragrance and heat. This delicious honey. This empowering honey.

“Haaaaah...”

His more deep breaths made Faline look over her shoulder towards him, watching as Sebastian began undoing his pants. His belt slid undone, his slacks grew loose, and he slowly opened them to--

Fwip!

Reveal his throbbing cock. How it pulsated, stood before him, hard as a diamond and ready for more. Seeing this herself, Faline pushed her glasses up on her face, a demure, almost shy expression appearing in her eyes alongside her kooky smile. She opened her mouth to speak, but Sebastian suddenly grabbed the base of his cock, holding it tightly. Wiggling it in the air, he sent a splatter of precum to fly over, slapping Faline in the face and making her recoil. It streaked softly down her cheek, while her cute, pointed nose quivering as the odor struck her.

Such a... familiar scent...

“Naahh?”

But merely looking at his cock wasn't good enough for Sebastian. Having reached out for Faline, he grabbed her by the back of her head, his fingers working into her hair to grab her scalp. The grip he had was a rather tough feel... not the strongest she's ever felt, but for him, this must have been thrilling. Yes, Faline could hear it; Sebastian's pounding heart as he did something new and exciting for him.

The domination and control of a woman by a first-time pervert. Haaah! Just like in her doujinshis!

With one hand on Faline's head and the other hand on the base of his cock, Sebastian locked his eyes upon his Librarian's lips. Those shapely, smooth, luscious lips. Mylene and Selene were both good at sucking cock... was Faline good as well? Time to find out.

Such dirty thoughts...

“Fuah...”

“Haah~!”

One push, and his cock stroked along her lips. Faline jolted from the thrust, his hot length burning her lips like a flaming rod. But then he pulled his cock back, only to push it against her once more, stroking it along her lips and nose this time. More of his pre slapped her cute noise, his odor overpowering her senses. She leaned back and groaned, but Sebastian suddenly pulled her forwards, making her eyes widen and--

“MMMMFFPHHH!?”

So... out of character for her Master. The cute, docile earl, who now had his hand at the back of her head, shoving her down on his cock. How big and girthy it was, sliding along her teeth and tongue, its intense taste dancing on her buds. All as she looked up to his face, reading those brown eyes of his.

And what did she see? Desire. Lust. Need. Control.

Here was Faline, her skirt pulled up, her panties wet, her shirt and bra moved to reveal her breasts, in a squatted position before his pelvis, and his cock deep into her mouth. To see her brown eyes gazing up at him in a demure manner, it continued to tease and stimulate his lustful urges. So he started pushing his cock deeper into her mouth.

“Ggrrgkh!?”

Grunting, Faline felt his manhood overpower more of her mouth, sinking in past her tongue. The head of his cock pushed up against the inside of her cheek, rubbing her and making it pulse. But then he pulled back, only to push in once more against her other cheek. Then he pulled back! This time pushing his cock along her teeth and tongue.

Before, Mylene and Selene subjugated his cock to the serpentine antics of their tongues. This time, Sebastian was the one exploring her tongue, rubbing his cock against its unique size and texture. That's not to say Faline did nothing, her movements were just more restrained than the others. She ran her tongue along the bottom of his cock, feeling its every vein, its every groove, all as he pushed in, then pulled back, pushed in, then pulled back.

Sebastian was fucking her mouth like it was her pussy, his every thrust working his cock deeper into her mouth. In no time at all, he was pressuring the back of her throat, a feeling that had Faline groaning loudly over his invasive member. Her brown eyes were properly fogged by now, but Sebastian could still see glimpses of her brown eyes beneath.

His Librarian was over the moon, one hand resting on his hip, the other hand moving down to grope her own breasts. She coaxed more pleasure from her body, but soon not even kneading her own tit was enough to heighten this pleasure. So her hand moved down further, once again sliding under her miniskirt to prod and finger her cunt. Stroking her folds, left then right, poking her clit, pinching it, making her body jolt. But then she moved her hand down, sliding it into her womanhood where she started fingering herself in earnest. Her self-pleasure empowered her oral, making her suck harder against him, a groan of desire flowing from her lips.

“Haaaahhh...” Sebastian groaned back, not even bothering to hide such a steamy sound.

But...

“HRRGKH!?”

He started to desire more.

Grabbing and pulling on Faline's hair, Sebastian began pulling her down upon his cock. Her eyes bulged, her pointed nose approaching his pubic hairs as he forced her down upon his length. Breathing was getting hard as his cock blocked her throat, her nose also being overpowered by his musky scent.

Musky scent... with a hint of vanilla added to it.

“GRRRKGHGHH!!!”

Spit shot out from Faline's lips and around his dick, her gag reflex kicking it. But even if an instinctive part of her wanted to pull back, another part kept her forced in place. Sebastian's hand made moving difficult anyway, not that she'd even think about disobeying him. Why would she when her body was twitchin with such barely restrained pleasure?

“HKRRGHH!”

From where Larsine stood, she could not see exactly what the two were doing, but that's not to say she was ignorant either. With Faline's current position in relation to their Master's cock, yes, she was certainly sucking it like Mylene did the other morning. But it was also clear who was in control of this fellatio. Last time, Mylene took her time to suck Sebastian's cock, subjugating him to her slow yet sensual skills. This time, it was he who was in complete control, holding his Librarian deep on his manhood.

Even thinking such a thing had Larsine reeling... though her thighs rubbed against one another. Could she do such a thing to Sebastian's cock? Deepthroat it like Faline was currently doing? Hearing her suffer on his length as she was held there, choking and coughing... yet the way she got so wet down there showed that she liked it.

Faline's panties were absolutely soaked. Her legs were spread, flashing her drenched pussy and how it stained the floor beneath them. Not only that, but she was wobbling furiously, and...

Pop... pop... pop...

What was that popping noise?

Larsine couldn't see it, but Sebastian could. From Faline's nose popped these little bubbles; mucus, spit and pre having mixed together. It was a dirty display that ruined the otherwise perfect visage of a studious librarian. But with her shoved deep on his cock, barely able to breathe... haaah... and with him holding all the power, it was... was...

Exhilarating...

Sliiiiiiccckkk!

“Hrrrgghhh! Gahh!! Haahh hahahhaahhahaah! Hack! Ack! Cakch!? Koff! Aack!”

Sebastian's cock came sliding out of her mouth, dragging along with it spit that came sputtering out upon Faline's shirt, her breasts, and the floor beneath. Leaning forward, the Librarian coughed up some spit and swallowed others, all as she struggled to catch her breath following her forceful fellatio.

But even after all of that, they still weren't done. Sure, Faline had climaxed, but Sebastian had yet to do so himself. And with how hard his cock was right now, it was obvious he wasn't finishing any time soon.

Grabbing Faline by the shoulder of her cloak, Sebastian sat there for a few moments. His brown eyes were wavering as he looked down upon her, his usual meekness showing through. But, no, that wouldn't be good enough for now, would it? No, Faline wanted more of it, wanted all of it!

So he yanked her up, forcing his Librarian onto her feet.

“Ah-ha~!”

Standing on wobbly, shaking legs, the bespectacled dragoness looked at her Master face to face. He grabbed her by her cheek, gently stroking it, making her wonder if she was going to kiss her, but...

“Hoooh...”

No. Sebastian turned her around, making her face the bookcase once again. His hands then moved to her hips, grabbing her tightly and forcing her to stick out her ass. These brutal movements all made her heart pound furiously in her chest.

Yes, this is what she wanted! This was the moment in her stories when the perverted man finally takes her! His cock was so hard, feeling it rub up against her cunt made her jolt. Faline closed her eyes and bit into her bottom lip, while Sebastian's hips ground hard against her. Cock oozing with spit and her cunt drenched in nectar, there was nowhere left to go but right in.

So...

“Hmmmph!”

“Mmmmphhhhfff!”

Biting onto her bottom lip and covering her mouth, it took everything within Faline to not start cumming immediately. His cock was so thick, and having it in her tight cunt was elating. Its burning touch, pushing deeper and deeper and deeper, running along the bumps and grooves of her sopping cunt, straight to the hilt.

No steady build up, no passionate push; no, it was all brutal, just the way she liked it!

Sebastian's grip on her hips tightened, his cock buried as deep as it could possibly go. And after taking a deep, heavy breath, he pushed again into her. And then again. And again! The once nubile movements of a virgin young man were nowhere to be seen, as Sebastian shot up and into Faline rather roughly. Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting, his hips meeting her round butt, the bookcase in front of them rattling slightly. The sounds of their bodies meeting over and over again, like...

Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat!

It could've been quieter. Then again, it could've been louder.

Lost in the situation, Sebastian continued pounding away with unbridled access to Faline's deepest core. The dragoness did little to fight him off, instead gripping the bookcase's wood paneling tightly, her nails scratching upon its surface. Thrust after thrust after thrust, her body bouncing up and down, up and down. And when she thought it couldn't get any better than this...

Yank!

“Gah!”

Sebastian began pulling on her hair, forcing her body to arch like a hard 'C'. Faline's eyes doubled in size and her mouth opened wide, the intensity of her Master's brutal thrusts making her pleasure soar higher and higher and higher.

Faline's body... nice and tight... agreeable and submissive. So this is what it feels like to be the dom? On one hand, Sebastian wasn't sure if he liked it so much; it just went against his docile nature. On the other hand, this powerful surge he felt could not be denied; he fucking enjoyed this! The other drachenmagd were far too daunting to approach in such a way, but Faline? Through her, he felt and connected with his more domineering side, something that drove him to raise his hand and--

SMACK!

“GAHA~!”

Not only had he pulled her hair, he was spanking her ass as well!? Sebastian really was feeling it.

Somewhere along all this heated fucking, Sebastian felt his surging need to climax build back. It roared straight through his dick, pulsating as his balls drew tight against his body. Almost there, almost there! Just one final thrust!

And finally...

“Mmmfff!?”

Sebastian screwed his eyes shut, the thickness of his cock having expanded to its absolute brim. And once it did, the head of his cock throbbed one last time.

Squirt! Squirt! Squuiiirrrttttt!!!

How can an orgasm be so loud that can hear it?

Blast after blast of his creamy seed flooded into Faline's cunt, the librarian letting loose a gasp that filled the air around them. She felt it; squirt after squirt after squirt, coating her walls and leaving absolutely nothing to fall to the wayside.

Nothing...

Well... not exactly nothing...

Drip... drop... drip...

Faline's legs were shaking again, her second orgasm having rocked her. Clear juices mixed with cum fell down her legs and upon the floor, the Librarian shuddering in shear orgasmic pleasure. She almost couldn't speak, so instead she sat there, panting... panting... panting...

He came inside her without a second thought! Just like in her doujinshis!

With heat and rush of sex finally subsiding, Sebastian pulled his cock out of her spent cunt. Her honey and his cum had mixed together, a lewd squelching noise echoed out once his penis retreated fully. And when he did, Faline collapsed upon her knees, shivering in place as she held upon the bookcase for support.

That really happened, didn't it? It's one thing to sleep with his maids in their home, it's something else entirely to fuck them out in the public! What's the word called again? Exhibitionism? To think he'd participate in such a lewd act... he would have never imagined it.

Shlingling!

“Huh? What was that?” Sebastian said, his usually meek personality returning as his eyes darted to his right, “Haah... hoooh! Oh dear! I hope no one heard us!” he looked back down, “Faline? Faline! Are... are you okay...? I... I wasn't too rough, was I?”

“Nooo~ Master... haaah... noooooooooh~ you did amaaaaaziinnnnggg...!”

Hm? Did she sound... lethargic? Like... how she sounded the first time he met her in the library days ago? It was the same slurred tone, the same laid-back enunciation, right down to a T.

Wait... that day he met her... and the book she was reading... and her current tone... was Faline...?

Well... you know?

…

Why? Why why why why why why why? Why? No, like, seriously? Why!?

This was supposed to be their day! This was supposed to be her chance to taste from him! So why did Faline join in? Why did she get the chance to taste from him first!? Rrrrrggghh! That pissed her off so much!

To put it lightly, Larsine was a bit pissed.

Hands on her face to cover it, the Valet lingered outside of the Adult's Section, the bookstore progressing as normal around her. She couldn't believe what she saw, heard, and smelled. First Mylene, then Emiline, and now Faline as well? Was she destined to constantly come second fiddle to her fellow drachenmagd? What did they have that she didn't? Outside of a superior cup-size and more feminine appearances.

Was that is? Was it really that simple? She was far too masculine and not busty enough? Or was she not as forceful as someone like Selene or Mylene? Well, tell that to Faline; just moments ago, it was clear her Master was being the forceful one. Why had her Master not yet showed as much interest in her as he did for the others? Had their paths just not crossed yet? Was he still angry about her bringing up his mother? No, that's not it! He was even offering her something earlier that morning, before Selene ruined everything! But what? What was he offering? What was--

Shlingling!

“Ah!?”

“Guh!? Haah! Ohoh! Hoh... dear! Larsine! You scared me...”

Staring over, Larsine's starlight eyes met Sebastian's, her Master looking back at her in an equally as confused manner. He looked none the worse for wear, as if he hadn't just got done fucking Faline up against a bookcase. He certainly smelled like it however.

And what of the Librarian? Well, she stood at Sebastian's side, resetting her glasses a few times, her clothing looking a bit... messy. Her shirt was no longer tucked into her skirt, said skirt was a bit skewed, her thighs were glistening, and this rather telling odor flowed from her slightly sweaty body.

“Mm? Larsine...? Somethin' wrong?” Faline asked, her tone sluggish and lax.

“Uh... n-no...” said the Valet, deciding to ignore what she had seen for the time being, “Did you... get your book...?”

“Oh, I diiiiiid~” the Librarian replied, pulling over a novel with a black cover on it, “It's called 'Guidance Rape Assemble!!'. It's a 42 page doujinshiiiiii~! From the title alone, I knew I had to have it!”

Well... that certainly took both Sebastian and Larsine off guard. Guess when Faline's just had sex, it takes her mind a few moments to... 'reset', one could say. Her forthcoming nature towards her book's title certainly said so.

“Well... let's... take you back to the car, Faline,” Sebastian said, hoping to get her as far away from public as he could.

“Uh-huh! Suurrrre~!”

Together the trio started heading for the bookstore's exit, though as they did so, Sebastian wondered what time it was. Gerald said he'd be done with his phone in about an hour, right? Had it been an hour? During his 'fun' with Faline, he lost track of time. So his hand reached first for his phone, only to remember that he had a swanky, cool looking pocket watch now; a gift from a citizen of Schonheit!

Pulling it out, Sebastian held it snugly in his palm, an excited smile on his young lips. Sure, the impromptu gift may have been a bit weird, but it certainly looked brilliant! Its smooth black surface, the imprint of a horned reptile's head upon it as well... hmm...

Flip!

Now then? What the hell was that!?

When he checked before, all the numbers of the watch were written in Roman letters. From 1 all the way to 12, or, 'I', all the way to 'XII'. Simple enough, right? So why was the Roman letter for one, suddenly replaced with the usual sign for one, being... well... 1.

But... it was red...

And...

It was also upside-down.

Wh... what?

Sebastian gawked at the red number, confused by what he was seeing. But before he could speak on it, he blinked and...

The watch went right back to normal. Yes, the symbol of '1' was replaced with the Roman symbol of 'I' once again. As if... nothing had happened.

“Master?” Larsine called, “Is something wrong?

“Uh... n-no...” he replied as he stuffed the stopwatch back into his pocket, “Um... let's go...”

His head hurt.

…

Here it was; a rotary phone all to himself! An elegant redwood furnish, golden accents of metal, all of it meticulously cleaned to the point that he saw his own reflection upon its amazing surface. Having it sit in his lap like this, heh, he felt like a child on his way from home after getting a video game console.

Is that a sign of how boring he's gotten at the age of nineteen, or just how fancy his tastes have already become thanks to his new, affluent lifestyle?

Riding down the silent road back towards the Faust Estate, Sebastian continued to marvel at his newly acquired rotary phone. As expected, Larsine was driving the car, her eyes focused on the roads before her, and Faline was silently reading her newly gained book at his side. What's in that book? Well... going by its rather... ahem... 'telling' title, he rather not ask.

At the very least, Faline was no longer her lethargic, sluggish self. Though now that they were back in privacy, maybe that doesn't matter. Although...

“You uh... really like those types of books, don't you?” Sebastian asked whilst looking over towards Faline, causing her to look back at him, a blush of embarrassment coming to her cheeks.

“Is it... too much of a problem, Master?” Faline asked, eyebrow raised.

“I'm just... a bit surprised you'd be into those sort of... stories...” he muttered, “You don't strike me as the kind of girl who'd like that.”

“We all have our own personal likes and dislikes, Master. I'm sure you too have some hidden kinks, fetishes or desires that you yourself are unaware of.”

She said it so simply, though most would probably say her specific desires are a bit... extreme. But she does have a point; did he have any hidden kinks and fetishes that he didn't know of?

“Hmm... uh... how big is the library?” he asked, the question being rather... telling.

Faline didn't ask why he asked such a question, having realized quite quickly why. It made her blush, her book raised up to the point that it covered her nose, though it did not cover her brown eyes. She leered at him, deciding to answer his question... with another question.

“Would you... really buy me a collar?”

“Gkh?”

That... was Larsine's reaction. What, you think she wouldn't have heard them talking back there? Through the wind however, it would seem Sebastian himself did not hear his Valet's reaction to Faline's little question.

He himself looked at Faline, at first embarrassed, but then... he started to chuckle. And his hand reached out for Faline, gently rubbing her thigh. She tensed up at such a sensual feeling, her expression growing more demure with a red blush, though her lips broke out into a kooky smile.

“Would you... like a collar... and a... leash too?” Sebastian asked.

Such words still felt strange coming from his lips... but also appropriately thrilling and exciting. Like a child saying a naughty word they shouldn't say, it imbues you with a sense of energy that's hard to explain.

“Yesss~~ I'd love a leash too!” Faline replied, “Can we... kiss on it...”

“Heh... of course...”

Sebastian leaned in, and Faline did likewise to meet him. Amid all of their fun in the bookstore earlier that day, they never took the time to kiss one another, did they? Well... better late than never.

Larsine overheard that too, and though she was driving the car, she looked over her shoulder to face the two in the backseat. When she did, she saw their faces were obscured by Faline's new book. The two were behind it, but with that book in the way, she couldn't tell what kind of kiss they were sharing. A heated and sloppy one? A more passionate one? Perhaps a simple peck on the lips?

Not knowing made it even worse in her eyes!

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