Chapter 1: The Witching Hour
The clock in Natsuki Subaru’s room ticked past midnight, the silence of the mansion broken only by the faint rustle of the wind outside. He sat on the edge of his bed, restless, his mind buzzing with anticipation. Emilia, Roswaal, and Rem were away in the capital, leaving the sprawling estate eerily quiet—and ripe with opportunity. His fingers tapped impatiently against his thigh, a smirk playing on his lips as he waited for the inevitable.
A sharp knock at the door snapped him out of his thoughts. Before he could respond, the door creaked open, and there she was—Ram, the pink-haired Oni maid, her crimson eyes glinting with a rare, dangerous spark. She stepped inside, her maid uniform hugging her lithe frame, the hem just short enough to tease the imagination.
'Hey, Barusu,' she drawled in her signature monotone, though there was an undercurrent of mischief in her voice. 'Since Emilia-sama, Roswaal-sama, and my dear sister are in the capital, we can go all out. No need to hold back.'
Subaru chuckled, leaning back on his hands, his dark eyes locking with hers. 'Alright then, Ram. Let’s start with your favorite. I know you’ve been itching for this.'
Her lips twitched into the faintest of smirks as she sauntered over to his bed, her movements deliberate, predatory. Without breaking eye contact, she lay on her back, her head tilting off the edge of the mattress, pink hair cascading like a waterfall. Upside down, she gazed at him, her expression daring him to make the next move.
'Well, don’t just stand there gawking, Barusu,' she taunted, her voice dripping with mockery. 'Or are you all talk and no action? I’m not here to waste my time.'
'Oh, you’ll get what you came for,' Subaru shot back, his grin widening as he stood, his hands already working at the waistband of his pants. He tugged them down in one swift motion, revealing his already hard cock, throbbing with anticipation. 'Open wide, Ram. Let’s see if that sharp tongue of yours is good for more than insults.'
Ram’s lips parted, her mouth already glistening with lust, a silent invitation. Subaru stepped closer, his breath hitching as he caught the hungry look in her eyes. 'That’s it,' he murmured, his voice low and rough. 'Show me how much you want this.'
'Don’t flatter yourself,' she retorted, though her voice wavered with barely contained need. 'I’m only doing this because I’m bored. Now hurry up before I change my mind.'
His hands found her throat, fingers curling around it with just enough pressure to make her body twitch beneath him. The reaction sent a jolt of heat through him, his grip tightening as he reveled in her response. Slowly, deliberately, he guided his hard cock to her waiting mouth, the tip brushing against her lips before sliding inside. Her warmth enveloped him, and a low groan escaped his lips as he felt her tongue flick against him.
'Damn, Ram,' he growled, his hands steadying her as he pushed deeper, feeling her throat constrict around him. 'You’re gonna take it all, aren’t you? No backing out now.'
Her response was a muffled gag, her hands gripping the bed sheets so hard her knuckles turned white. But her eyes—those fierce, defiant crimson eyes—never wavered, even as they fluttered with the intensity of it all. Subaru’s thrusts grew bolder, the rhythm picking up as he lost himself in the heat of her mouth, her body trembling beneath his hold.
'Look at you,' he panted, sweat beading on his brow as he watched her. 'So damn horny you’re already dripping, aren’t you? I bet your pussy’s a mess without me even touching it.'
Ram’s body shuddered at his words, a silent confirmation as her thighs clenched together. Subaru’s grip on her throat tightened just a fraction, his cock driving deeper, the wet sounds of her gagging filling the room. He could feel the edge approaching, the tension coiling tight in his core, but he wasn’t done with her yet—not by a long shot.
'Don’t think I’m letting you off easy,' he teased, his voice a husky whisper as he leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear. 'We’re just getting started, Ram. By the time I’m done, you’ll be begging for more.'
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