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It’ll Be Our Secret
The cool night air was a welcome change from the unrelenting heat of a forge. Finding his way to an overturned log, Kevin unceremoniously plopped himself upon it and breathed an almost cartoonishly long and loud sigh as he wiped soot from his brow, his black hair frizzing up with the movement of his wrist from the heat and sweat.
Pulling his arm away, he gazed down forlornly at the huge burn across his wrist. It certainly wasn’t the worst battle scar he’d ever gotten in his line of work, but damn if the stupid thing didn’t sting like hell. It was EXACTLY the thing he needed right now. The best way to end such an important day. “Happy fucking birthday to me, I guess…” he grumbled, fumbling through his satchel for some of the burn ointment he’d bought off of Florine at the shop the week previous. He’d normally have her buy the heavy duty stuff in bulk wholesale from her suppliers and then use his employee discount to get an even lower rate, but some recent bandit trouble was causing some issues with the supply line. It wasn’t the end of the world because he could always have Felix take a look in the morning and the cheap shit did its job, but it still sucked. Finally finding the tube, he took a moment to struggle with the safety seal on account of his sore fingers- feeling like a child as a result- and finally managed to pop it open, spraying green goo all over him in the process. “Perfect. Just perfect.”
Grumbling, he did his best to scoop as much of it off his clothes and face as he could possibly retrieve and smeared it across his skin. He’d already rinsed all of the debris off the area to avoid infection, but the look of it in the full moon’s glow still wasn’t pretty- a deep crimson with swirls of purple and white blistering around where the skin had been impacted. It was almost pretty in a disgusting and morbid kind of way. Wincing as the cool goo began to react to the affected area, he grit his teeth and cursed quietly to himself.
“That’s a pretty gnarly burn, Kev,” a melodic voice exclaimed softly from beside him. Jumping in surprise, the blacksmith whipped around to see a tan skinned girl holding a lantern at about her shoulder height. Her glasses had slid toward the tip of her nose as she peered down over his shoulder, her lavender hair blowing gently in the faint wind. Her eyebrows arched in confusion at the little, very unmanly “eek” noise he made in the process.
“Oh, uhh… h-hey Didi. Sorry, I totally didn’t see or hear you come up like that-”
“Diadira, if you don’t mind. Or Dia works too. I try to keep that old name behind me after my uh… removal from my past life,” she smirks, sitting upon the log next to him and making sure her dress was properly folded under her thighs to prevent a little dirtiness.
“Yes, right, sorry. It’s still hard to separate you from your Idol history sometimes,” He laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head.
“You’re good- it’s a learning curve for everyone,” taking his hand gently, she examined the wound. “Yikes, that had to have hurt.”
Kevin puffed out his chest. “Nah, it happens all the time! I’m a real man, I can take a couple lousy burns!”
The corner of her mouth twitched as she tried to suppress a smile, “Oh so this had nothing to do with the sound of a child screaming a few minutes ago? Master sent me outside to check out if it was something worth coming out to mock for the comedic value of a rich kid in pain.”
Kevin narrowed his eyes at her, “He’s waking up tomorrow to a dull knife set…” he grumbled, trying to ignore the throbbing as her soft hands brushed across the burn. “Can you not, please?”
She pulled her hands away, “Sorry, I didn't mean to. It’s probably really sensitive.” She squinted at him, “Hey you’ve got a little…” She pointed at his face vaguely, to which he instinctively used his other arm to try and wipe off whatever it was she was referring to. “No no, you’re missing it. Here let me…” Reaching forward, her delicate fingers grazed across his chin, removing a small trail of aloe-vera in the process. “You’re a naughty girl having goop all over your face,” she teased.
Kevin snickered. “You’re one to talk. That’s what, a weekly occurrence for you?”
“Ehhhhh,” she shrugged casually. “More like biweekly, but close enough. The more of us that move into the manor, the more spread out these things can get, y’know?”
“There’s always SOMETHING spread out in that house,” Kevin chuckled, eliciting a similar response from Diadira. “How many girls does he want in the Harem again? Like 200 something?”
The purple haired girl fiddled with her slave collar absentmindedly- it was different from the other girls, featuring a big silver heart to resemble a cute choker more than a symbol of the bonds of her captivity from her idol life. “Master’s made it pretty apparent that he wants 151 of us. Something about it being a ‘sacred number’ but its not from any religion I’ve ever heard of.”
Kevin tapped his chin. “I don’t even think I know 151 people. I barely know some of you guys.”
“Well then, you should come inside and eat dinner with us more often. We have plenty of seats in the mess hall and bar. Take a break from time to time, you don’t have to work through the whole day.”
Kevin smiled sadly, “I’d love to but… I just have so much work to do. If I stop to have a nice long dinner, I’d-”
Diadira raised her hand to interrupt him. “No, stop right there. You work way harder than most of us around here. Heck, I don’t even think Alina, Meline, or Florine slave away as much as you. Trust me, I don’t think Master will notice too much if you take a half an hour to eat dinner while it's hot instead of the leftovers. Or maybe come in for lunch at least.”
Kevin blinked. “Lunch…?”
“...Please don’t tell me you don’t eat fucking lunch.”
He scratched the back of his head, “Sometimes I don’t remember to eat at all, if I’m being honest…”
“DUDE!” Diadira exclaimed incredulously. “No wonder you’re practically skin and bones! You need to take care of yourself!”
“It really doesn’t matter that much, Dia. I haven’t taken care of myself in ages, it’s really not worth it. Nobody else cares, so why should I?” He shrugged.
“Nobod… Of course people care! Doesn’t your family-” she tried to protest, but shut down when she saw his eyebrow raise and gave a small shake of his head. “Friends?” Another shake. She sat quietly for a moment. “There’s really nobody in your life giving a shit about you?”
“Pretty much. It’s part of why I lose myself in my forging. If I do that, I don’t have to come inside and burden the rest of you with all my sob stories about my parents dying or not having many friends left or how my dog disappeared back when I lived in the slums…” he sighed, completely oblivious to the crimes of the local Sausage Lady.
Diadira stared at him awhile, her expression growing sadder the more he talked. “When… was the last time you actually did something for yourself? Did anything to bring some kind of happiness…?”
“I dunno, getting back into forging after my family’s place got foreclosed was-”
“No I mean like actually. Had some fun, ate a nice hot meal, met a girl at a bar, something!”
Kevin shook his head slowly. “Gods if I know. I didn’t even do anything to celebrate my birthday today.”
Diadira’s eye twitched. “Today is… you mean right now you’re…” She frowned. “Why didn’t you tell us?”
“Like I said, I just didn’t want to both-”
Diadira hopped to her feet. “No, shut the fuck up.” She grabbed him by the hand and hoisted him to his feet, practically dragging him along as she marched toward the house.
Struggling to keep up, the blacksmith’s protests went unheeded. “Look, there’s no need to make a fuss! It’s really not that important!”
The idol ignored his laments, hauling him in through the manor’s side door, through the servant’s quarters, the lobby, and into the dining room. They didn’t pass anyone in the torchlight, likely because it was so late- though a slight blurry movement along the upper balcony in the lobby at least made him wonder if Larelle was skulking about as usual, though he couldn’t be too sure with Diadira’s reckless haste. Before he even knew it, he found himself being manhandled into an arm chair at the dining table before the girl vanished into the kitchen. Sitting awkwardly in the silence of the dimly lit room, all he could do was wait with nervous anticipation as he listened to the faint sounds of clattering from the kitchen the next room over.
After what felt like ages, she rushed back out with a tray and set it before him. It wasn’t much- a bowl of reheated chicken stew and a fresh grilled cheese sandwich with a bell pepper skewered through each diagonally sliced piece, but it smelled wonderful. “We didn’t have any tomatoes left, I hope a pepper is ok?” she asked, fiddling nervously. “I just wanted you to enjoy some part of today…”
Kevin smiled up at her, trying not to get choked up. “This is amazing, thank you…” He took a big bite of the sandwich, and a flood of nostalgia swept over him as he munched. “Heh, I don’t know what you did but it tastes like what my mom used to make when I was feeling down as a little kid.” He tried the soup next, followed by a dunk of the sandwich into it- similar feelings of a warm, cozy weekend at home rushing back to him for the first time in ages.
“I think at the end of the day, it’s at least the same bread recipe. Meline told me that she, Master, and their mom had been using the same recipe for ages. If you grew up in the Northmarket slums, its probably what you grew up with?” She hazarded a guess.
Kevin considered it a moment. “Huh. Guess I hadn’t thought of it. I didn’t usually go to Hero’s family’s bakery with mom because she was always so particular about what she’d get from there-” he thought for a moment. “Though looking back, she probably just didn’t want me to ask for any sweets. No way in hell could we have afforded it for the most part. It was super super rare.” He smiled sadly as he put his spoon down in his now very empty bowl, having not realized how quickly he’d rushed through the meal. “I remember my tenth birthday, my dad came home with a single chocolate frosted cupcake and I think I actually cried.”
Diadira smiled sadly and reached forward, brushing his face gently. “You’re crying right now, hon.”
Kevin blushed. With a sniffle he shooed her hand away and quickly wiped his face off with a table napkin, leaving streaks of black coal dust all over it. “Sorry… I’m not trying to… get all sappy… This is what I was trying to avoid…”
“Don’t be sorry, silly. Trauma kinda runs in our little family here. We’d all understand if you’d just open up to us from time to time. You may not look at us that way since we usually call it a harem, but deep down it's a family- and for some of us it’s better than our actual families.” She smiled, moving to stand back up from her mahogany chair. “Now you sit tight, I have cake for you.”
Kevin’s eyes widened. “Cake??? Like honest to god cake??? Are you sure??? Isn’t that a-” The girl cut him off.
“Relax, Penelope makes so much cake around here that its a fucking miracle we’re not all fat,” she smiles warmly. “Come by for a slice sometime- when you’re an adult you realize it’s not just for celebrations!” She waved him off and trotted back into the kitchen, coming back a moment later with a large piece of red pastry with white frosting. “I guess she made Red Velvet today, I hope that’s alright?”
Kevin’s jaw fell as he stared at it, the incredible aroma invading his senses and causing his mouth to salivate like Cerulean on a hot day. “I… I didn’t know there were more flavors than just chocolate and vanilla…”
She set it before him and sat down in front of her own. “Well, technically it is chocolate, it’s just made in a certain way- I think it has something to do with the type of cocoa powder and mixing it with a hint of beet juice from the vegetable garden?” She took a big bite as she watched him marvel at it. “Im gompha havta ashk Penny tomorrow,” she mused with her mouth full.
Gulping, Kevin tentatively poked a fork in the pastry and raised a bite to his lips. Now, he’d always heard about really really good food that melts in your mouth, but he’d never actually experienced it before. It was perfectly moist and rich, with a deep sweetness that tantalized every part of his palette. “This… this is the most incredible thing I’ve ever eaten…”
“I know right! I wasn’t allowed to eat this stuff when I was performing, so every chance I get to have Penelope’s or Meline’s desserts I feel like I’ve died and gone to the afterlife!” She beamed, laughing heartily in the torchlight. She quieted down and watched him finish it. “You’re crying again.”
Kevin turned away from her and rubbed his face. “No I’m not… I’m still sweating from the heat from the foundry still…”
“No… you’re not,” She smiled reassuringly. “It’s ok, I don’t think any less of you for it.”
The black haired man sniveled. “Thank you… it’s just… nobody’s shown me this much kindness in so long…”
Diadira slid her delicate hand into his thick calloused ones. “Hon, it’s about time you learned about basic human decency. Everyone deserves to have a moment of happiness every day- to not spend their life in abject loneliness and isolation.” She looked away sadly for a moment. “Trust me, I know how that feels. It’s a horrible way to exist.”
Kevin cocked his head. “Really? But you were an idol, I thought your life would have been full of adoring fans and people fussing over you-”
“Well… yeah, but none of my so-called team actually cared about me. I wasn’t a person to them, I was a tool for marketing and performing. I made them their money and then they’d toss me back in my room alone while they went to party and get drunk with some blackjack and hookers.” She leaned back in her chair. “I cried myself to sleep more than you could ever know. You think I wrote ‘Rescue Me’ just because it was catchy?”
He stared at the last bits of his cake. “I guess… I guess I hadn’t thought of it like that. You always seemed to have everything going for you- I never really understood why you were so happy to have been kidnapped by Hero.”
“From the outside, I can see why you’d be confused but trust me, this is way better. I don’t have to perform anymore, I get all the cake I want, I get to go out and kill all kinds of monsters all over the country, AND I get to come home to get eaten out until my brain goes numb from ecstasy- talk about an upgrade!” She leaned forward and gripped his hand tightly. “Look me in the eye. Tell yourself you deserve to live life like that too.”
Kevin felt his eyes welling up. “I… but I’m just a loser. I’m not brave and courageous like Hero, I can’t cast spells like Felix, or cleave a monster in two like Therese… I’d probably die if I encountered even the most basic monster.” He hesitated a moment, “Hell, I’d probably die doing basic accounting if Alina didn’t do my freaking taxes for me…”
“So what! You’re not them! You’re you!” Diadira protested. “You think any of them can turn a crummy lump of metal into a Zweihander capable of disemboweling a Red Dragon? No they can’t! So where would Master be without you to make and fix the weapons that keep the kingdom safe? Our party is nothing without you and you need to recognize how valuable to us you really are!” She squeezed his hand tighter. “You’re just as much a part of our team as any of us are. Reward yourself with more than a sandwich every couple days and learn to trust people with your emotions, huh? Master might tease and give you shit for it, but he respects you more than he’ll ever admit- same with the rest of us. Allow yourself to live your life- even if it’s not to the fullest, upgrade yourself to some kind of base minimum and take baby steps from there. And for the love of the gods let us fucking help you, you giant dweeb!”
The blacksmith finally allowed himself to break down. Diadira scooted over and pulled him into her embrace to just let it out. The warmth and tenderness of her body being just the right amount of soothing and care he needed as she held him like a vice. After several minutes went by, she gently pushed him away and stood up. “I’m going to go put these dishes in the sink, but I want to do one more thing before your birthday is up. If you’re up for it, that is.” Kevin wiped his grimy face off and nodded wordlessly, trying everything in his power to get himself together.
Diadira quickly washed up the dishes and cleaned the table and counter while he got it together. He tried several times to offer his help but was brushed off. “Promise me you’ll never make a ‘woman in the kitchen’ joke and that’s all I’ll need from you. Just relax, you deserve it,” she grinned. He felt pretty bad about it, but resolved that the next time came to the hall for dinner with everyone he would actually help out.
Wait… dinner with everyone… am I really going to do that?
He gulped, thinking about it, but… the idol was right after all. It probably would do him some good to not be so lonely all the time. And if plenty of his other, uh… housemates?... understood him, then maybe they could be lonely together and really build some lasting friendships…
The tan girl stepped back out from the shadows of the kitchen and retrieved the lantern she’d used earlier from off the table. “Now. Are you gonna follow me this time or do I have to drag you again?” He hesitated but eventually stood up and pushed his chair in. Diadira nodded. “Good choice. C’mon.”
She led him back through the first floor until they reached the communal bath in the servant’s quarters. “Uh… why are we?”
“Because you’re fucking filthy thats why. Lose the clothes.”
Kevin blushed. “W-wait I can’t do that!” he protested.
Diadira set the lanturn up on the ceiling with the pole so it lit up the whole room. “Yes, you can. And you are.” She was a bit more forceful than earlier. Nervously, he took off his garments down to his boxers and deposited them into the laundry shoot. “Those too, chief. Don’t worry, I’ll turn around.” She tossed him a towel. Kevin’s face lit up with embarrassment as he removed the underwear and put them away. He quickly covered himself. “Good, now let's get that soot dealt with.”
Pulling him over to the row of sinks- the kind one might find at a salon with the notch removed for someone’s neck to rest in- she sat him down on the stool and bent him over the porcelain. She set the faucet to a reasonably warm temperature and got to work scrubbing his hair, massaging his scalp with her fingers with a kind of gentle vigor. “Boy, if you could see how black this sink is getting already…” She muttered. “When was the last time you took a shower?”
“Yesterday…?”
“Geez, it gets THAT grimy in the forge? I could never do that…”
“Yeah it's uh… it's a dirty job.”
“Clearly…” she trailed off and began to scrub harder. It hurt a little at first, but it quickly became rather soothing. Kevin couldn’t help but blush as he stared up at her, noting the way she had her tongue sticking out of the corner of her lips through her intense focus. Eventually, she used a damp towel to clear off his face and neck before repeating the first process with some wonderful smelling, fruity shampoo. He couldn’t place the specifics, but it had a very tropical vibe to it.
Diadira stepped back after finishing with his hair. “How’s that?”
“I… It feels like I lost weight,” he joked sitting up.
“You probably did. Seemed like you had enough soot in your hair to heat the manor for the whole winter. Let's get you some kind of hat to wear in the forge, huh?”
He laughed awkwardly. “Uh… yeah, sure, why not.” He stood up. “Well… Thank you for that, it was really relaxing. I should go-”
“No, I’m not going yet.” She pointed to a stool under the shower faucet as she turned the plumbing’s controls on. “Sit.”
Kevin blushed again at the simple command. “Look really, you’ve already made tonight really nice. You don’t have to do anything else…”
Dia stretched her arms upward and he could hear something in her shoulders or neck click. “Mmm, maybe. But I want to. You deserve to have a nice, hot shower and at least a semi-competent massage.” She stepped forward into arms reach. “Attack me.”
Kevin blinked. “What?”
“I need you to attack me. I still have my real owner’s commands attached to my collar. I’ve done some testing and I’m able to do something like washing another person’s hair okay, but any other type of intimate contact has to be forced and under the threat of bodily harm even if we both know there won’t be any.”
Kevin took a step back. “I don’t know about this…”
The idol smiled. “Hon, you only get so many birthdays in your life. The least I can do is help ease your shoulder muscles after a long day of swinging a hammer.”
“You’re… you’re sure about this?” he mumbled nervously.
“Yes, I’m sure.” She stepped back and got close to the bathroom wall expectantly. Hesitating, Kevin anxiously walked up to her. “With gusto, now. You gotta be aggressive. And I’m sorry in advance if I punch you in the face, try to pin my arms to the wall and threaten to kill me quickly.”
Unsure about the dubious nature of this ENTIRE situation, Kevin steeled his nerves and leapt forward at her, lunging for her arms as she tried to fight back as her idol programming forced her to do. “St-stop resisting and… and do what I say or else I’ll kill you!” He blurted out to the squirming girl as she frantically struggled beneath his grip. Almost instantly her whole demeanor changed back to what it had been previously.
“There we go, now I’m completely within your control,” she sighed. “Now tell me to strip to my underwear so my clothes don’t get ruined and sit down on the stool.”
Kevin blushed and turned away. “Uh… t-take your clothes off you slu- uh… yeah, take your clothes off and then come and… uh… massage my shoulders…?” He sat down on the stool facing the wall, embarrassed as all hell.
Diadira wrapped her arms around him from behind, and he realized he could feel way more of her than he thought. “Er… are your uh… are your nipples poking into my back?”
“Yup. I suggested you say I strip to my undies but you said take my clothes off, so I had no choice but to be naked,” she explained from behind him, both cheekily and totally serious. “You don’t have to look if you don’t want to,” she reassured as he felt her thumbs dig into his flesh. He winced at the sudden searing pain of it, momentarily tricking his brain into focusing on that instead of the idol being fully nude and at his complete mercy. For all he could gather as he felt her rough finger movements in his shoulder blades, he was probably redder than the torchlight enveloping the room.
They stayed that way for quite some time as she slowly worked her way down his spine and pushed some of the knots farther and farther apart. She even worked the kinks out of his arms- much to his surprise, his arms practically turned purple as she kneaded them (careful of his burn of course) before regaining color. He had no idea that his blood flow had gotten so screwed up. “Geez, Kevin, you need to stretch more. I’ve never seen anyone so tense in my life!”
Kevin looked to the ground sheepishly. “I don’t get much exercise apart from the forge…” he admitted through the various wincing and pain she was inflicting. “Are massages supposed to hurt?”
“A little,” she explained. “You’re just really fucked up. You need to do something like this more often and probably with a professional. There’s probably someone in town that can do it. I think I’m about done with that, so stand up and stretch- see what happens.”
Nodding, Kevin got to his feet and repeated the movement she’d done previously of stretching his arms up and bending backward. ZIPPPPPPPPPP POP! The feeling of all of the bones in his spine suddenly cracking at once practically knocked the wind out of him and he collapsed back onto the chair. “Holy shit…!”
“Not bad, huh? Learned that just from memorizing my massage therapist’s movements. I was never allowed to learn, but you pick SOME stuff up from the only physical contact you’re ever allowed!” The idol practically boasted. The soothing feeling of a cold bar of soap being passed over his tingling skin only amplified the alien sensations he was experiencing. “You know, if you gave me the order I could do this with something other than soap…” She whispered quietly.
Kevin faltered. “Wha- what are you implying?”
She snickered. “It’s not something I can say out loud, but I think you know what I mean. Think like Master would.”
Kevin pursed his lips and stayed quiet a while as the tan skinned girl continued to work with the soap and loofah, humming cheerily to herself as she removed as much of the soot from behind as she could without being in his line of sight. It was all for the better probably- the bulge under Kevin’s towel was only growing larger and larger as he failed to suppress his lewd thoughts.
Finally giving up, he sighed to himself and grabbed another bar of soap in front of him to Diadira’s confusion. He quickly scrubbed the front of himself off as vigorously as possible while she sat behind him on her knees, getting as much crap off of him as he could manage. “Uh um… Didi I mean Dia… when you’re… when you’re done, I want you t- to put soap on… your chest and use it to help me up front… please.”
Diadira smiled and coated her breasts with soap. She pressed them against his neck and rubbed them all along his back as she worked her way down and around. Kevin was ready to lose his mind- this was quite possibly the craziest experience of his life and he had no idea what was going on in the slightest. All he knew was that behind the wall of anxiety, he didn’t want to stop there. As Diadira circled around him, he shut his eyes tightly as if he were giving her some privacy as she used her hands on his legs, slowly working up them to his lower thigh before moving to his other foot and repeating the process- tantalizing him just enough that he felt like he was going to cum just from her touch. As she got back up to press her soapy breasts against his chest- straddling her knees in the process while moving her whole body up and down- he finally worked up the nerve to open his eyes and look down at her beautiful, clean shaven, dark skin. He was almost disappointed not knowing if her hair was naturally purple or dyed but now was hardly the time to question specifics. He’d never really tried to ogle any of Hero’s girls in the past, though he’d gotten glimpses through his brazen public tomfoolery. But this? This was an entirely different beast, to have her grinding against his chest, just barely out of reach of his cock as she practically danced around in his lap, covering every inch of him with soap as the hot water assaulted their nude bodies and her warm breath tickled his skin- her supple lips just inches away… “I want… I need you to do one more area…” Kevin mumbled as Dia pulled away.
“I can feel what you want, but I need you to be direct,” she whispered softly. “And don’t hold back- don’t think I didn’t hear you almost call me a slut earlier,” she giggled.
Kevin winced, having hoped she’d missed that when he backpedaled mid word. Knowing he was in too deep at this point, he braced himself. “I want you to clean my penis, slut.”
Diadira leaned forward, wrapping her arms around him and giving him an inviting kiss on the lips, her breath mixing with his and assaulting his senses with the lingering smell of perfume and soap on her body before she trailed off and began to kiss his neck, his chest, his belly as she slowly worked her way down. “You should try and get in the habit of not saying ‘penis’ or ‘vagina’ in a non-scientific setting ,” She mused as she got to her knees, her hands slowly sidling up his thigh. “I think you’ll find the likes of ‘cock’ and ‘pussy’ are much more exhilarating in this context, no?”
Kevin tensed as he felt her fingertips and nails grazing the area just to the side of his length, sending shivers through his body as she lifted the soaked towel off his lap, discarding it. “My my, what have we here?” She teased, seeing the full length of his erection as it twitched in front of her face. It wasn’t nearly as impressive as her Master’s cock, but it was nothing to balk at for sure. “Kevin, you’ve been holding out on me!” she giggled, lathering up her hand and giving the member a slow but enticing handjob. Kevin gasped out quietly, slapping his hand over his mouth having not realized how incredibly sensitive he was. He’d jerked off in his room plenty of times but it in no way compared to this. After only a few strokes, Dia squeezed herself between his muscular legs and pressed her breasts around him, sliding up and down while allowing a stream of drool to escape her lips for continued smooth gliding. Knowing Kevin’s awkwardness with giving commands, she tried a variety of movements and speeds with her tits as she tried to gauge from his facial expressions what he liked the most, finally settling on a nice, even tempo that wasn’t too fast.
“F… fuck… Dia I don’t think I…” he stammered out, getting closer and closer to release.
She grinned up at him, and stopped moving her breasts. He was about to protest when he felt her move down and wrap her lips around him, taking his cock into her mouth and licking the underside as she bobbed about, gagging slightly as she went deeper and deeper and fingering her soaked pussy for his viewing pleasure as she shimmied about.
Kevin suddenly lurched forward and gripped the top of her head, forcing her down farther and faster. “I-I’m sorry, I can’t control it anymore! I’m- I’m!” He couldn't finish the sentence before exploding deep into the idol’s throat- his cock twitching violently as rope after rope of hot spunk poured into her body, which she swallowed dutifully. He collapsed backward in the chair and let go of her as she leaned back and allowed the last bits to spray onto her face and breasts. Kevin, exhausted, wished he could’ve savored the view a little longer, but alas the shower washed most of it away. “Um… you’ve got a little on…” he mumbled and leaned forward, wiping away the lingering bits of cum dribbling out of her mouth, fully aware of how they’d come full circle from earlier in the evening.
Diadira’s eyes were sparkling in the dancing torchlight. “Thank you for the meal… master.” Kevin winced hearing that. It just felt… wrong.
“I know you’re calling me that to be immersive, but please don’t. We shouldn’t even be doing this…” he murmured quietly, though the idea of being a sex slave owner was enticing enough to cause his cock to remain hard.
“That’s ok, I understand,” she nodded. “Are you going to punish me for going against your desires?” she asked with a fake pout, feigning some anxiety to show off her submissive nature as she’d been trained.
Kevin gulped, “Li… like spanking? I dunno…” C’mon Kevin, when is the next time you’ll get a chance to do something like this again? Be a man! “Ok, yes, let’s punish you for being a bad girl…”
Smirking to herself, Diadira draped herself across Kevin’s lap, making sure to brush his dick with her breasts in the process, and positioned herself to be ass up and at his mercy to use and abuse. His hands shaking as they hovered over her body, Kevin gently set one down in the arch of her back and the other just above her plump behind. “Okay… here we go…” he mumbled, not at all trying to hide that he’d never been a dom before. He raised his hand and brought it swiftly down on Diadira’s ass. She let out a sharp gasp as he made impact, causing her butt to jiggle. “Fuck, I’m sorry. That didn’t hurt too much did it?”
“You’re doing amazing, don’t worry about me!” She beamed with a comical thumbs up. Nodding with lingering apprehension, Kevin began to strike her over and over, relishing in her adorable moans and gasps as he slowly formed handprint shaped marks across her read. When he got the feeling that she may have had enough, he decided to take a different route and cup his hand along her crack, his thumb resting on her rear hole as his other fingers began to play with her pussy, quickly finding her clit and fiddling with it for a time before sliding two fingers inside of her- wiggling the digits to caress her inner walls. Dia held her hand over her mouth in embarrassment, but no amount of coverage could hide her cries of ecstasy as he fooled around with her for some time, gradually picking up speed and even sliding his thumb into her tight ass. “oOOOooOo Kevin, I think I’m going to cum soon…” she panted out, her body jerking back and forth with each movement.
“Th-then get up. I want to be inside you when you finish…!” He declared, surprising even himself in the process. Diadira leapt up to her feet, turning away from him. Spreading her cheeks out, she slowly sunk herself down onto him, his cock pressing into her asshole with each movement. She let out a low wail as her narrow passageway engulfed him. Not questioning the decision to use her ass instead of her pussy, Kevin gripped her hips as hard as he could and set a hard and fast tempo her her to fuck him with before guiding one hand to her crotch and the other to one of her breasts, playing insatiably with them- squeezing and rubbing and fondling them every way he could think on the fly.
“Oh gods… oh gods…” She blurted out, bouncing even faster. “I’m so close! Please please please…!”
“Fuck! Dia I’m about to cum in your ass!” Kevin exclaimed, not full believing he was actually saying that in real life and not just in a dream. With a final thrust, he erupted inside her just as she arched her back and collapsed into his chest, her whole body vibrating with intense orgasm as she shook and shivered around him, her ass clutching his cock as tight as a vice. They sat there in stunned silence for several minutes as the water cascaded over their exhausted bodies before Kevin’s dick got flaccid enough to droop limply out of her hole, leaving his spunk to dribble lightly out of her. “Fuck. I can’t believe that just happened…” he gasped out quietly as Diadira slowly stood up to try and make sure her legs weren’t made out of jelly. “You uh… you can get dressed now. I can’t go on after that…” he groaned achingly, struggling to stand up himself and turning the shower off.
Diadira fetched some dry towels and handed him one to dry off with as she wrapped one around her chest and another around her hair. She stepped forward and got up on her toes, pressing her body into Kevin to give him a gentle peck on the cheek. “Happy birthday, Kevin. Do keep tonight in mind and loosen up a bit, ok? Just think, a little progress every day and your whole world will turn around. There may just be a wife or a harem in your future yet!” She grinned.
Despite the weirdness of the reassurance, he couldn’t help but choke up and grin at her. “Thank you, seriously. I really needed to hear all that tonight.”
Taking a deep contented sigh as a clock somewhere nearby struck midnight, the idol stepped back. “On that poetic ending, I’ll exit stage left. Sleep well, Kevin. And don’t worry about Master, this will be our little secret.” With a wink, the bespectacled girl turned on her heel and vanished into the darkness, leaving their secret night together the same way she came as Kevin stood there in stunned silence, still reeling over what was probably the best day of his miserable little life. He reached up and touched his cheek where she’d smooched him and grinned. His life might suck, but who knew it was truly possible to find little bright spots of light like that- it made him begin to think about the peripheral people in his life that he had not appropriately stayed in touch with. With a new lease on life and a vow to try and be less and less of the loser crybaby Hero always teased him for being, he took one last deep breath and faded into the shadows of the hallway himself, leaving the lantern in the bathroom to slowly die.
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“I thought you were just going to suck his dick?” the brown haired girl asked, getting up from her hunched over position above her red haired master’s shaft.
“She was supposed to,” Hero sighed, pushing Alina’s mouth back onto him and guiding her up and down roughly. “I know I gave you the go ahead because it’s the doofus’s birthday, but you weren’t supposed to go the whole nine yards…”
Diadira stood beside the bed in her towel as she watched them. “You didn’t tell me it was his birthday. I thought I was doing it because you were, and I quote ‘tired of him being a little bitch’ and wanted him to lighten up!” She protested. “But once I got talking to him, I realized just how badly he needed a friend, a hot meal, and to just get laid. I know I didn’t fully listen, but I really think it helped him out in the long run, even if he thinks you had no idea this was going on.”
Hero lay back onto his pillows and stared up at the ceiling grumpily. “Whatever, it’s the loser’s birthday and he does good work, guess the least I can do is throw him a bone. Guess that also means I gotta pawn one of you girls off on Healbot for a night once he’s 18…” The ginger adventurer thought for a moment. “Alright, since I don’t technically own you yet, I guess I can’t stop you from having some of your own desires and wanting to try new things since you never got the chance during your career, but you do it when I say it’s okay, very rarely, and it stops the second I either make you officially mine or he gets a stupid girlfriend. I don’t want him to get greedy- the last thing this house needs is another me. I’m the only one that gets to be a selfish asshole around here.” He grunted and grabbed Alina’s head, forcing her all the way down and draining his balls deep into her throat with no courtesy warning whatsoever. “And not a single word of this gets out to the other girls- if any of them thinks I’m getting soft on him, I’m locking you in with Bell for a month, capiche?” He ordered, ignoring Alina as bolted upright choking on cum as it leaks out of her nose. He rolled his eyes. “Relax you baby, you’re fine.”
Diadira nodded. “Of course, Master. I’ll do a better job of heeding your instructions in the future.” Curtseying with her towel and bowing slightly, she turned to leave before feeling a large, rough hand grab her wrist.
“Oh no, you’re not leaving this party so soon and without me giving the go ahead. Let’s work on those listening skills right now,” the adventurer gave her a toothy smirk and yanked the towel off of her chest. He pulled her forward and she fell with a soft thud into his lap. “C’mon Alina, let’s make sure Diadira remembers who she belongs to after her little NTR rendezvous.” Diadira gulped as a hand fell across her ass, causing her to yelp in pleasure. She watched through the rough spanks as Alina discarded the white bra and panties she was wearing and crawled over to her with a lewd smile. Rolling over, she maneuvered herself so her head was upside down compared to Diadira’s and pulled her face into a Spiderman reminiscent kiss.
Feeling the lust for her real master and those she cared about coursing through her veins once more, she couldn’t help but grin to herself. This life was a million times better than her idol career; and maybe, just maybe, if she can get her own happy ending, a certain crybaby blacksmith might just find his own.