Chapter 1: The Witching Hour
The clock in Natsuki Subaru’s dimly lit room ticked past midnight, the silence of the mansion wrapping around him like a velvet cloak. He sat on the edge of his bed, restless, his sharp eyes glinting with anticipation. Emilia, Roswaal, and Rem were miles away in the capital, leaving the sprawling estate eerily empty—save for one other soul. His lips curled into a sly grin as a soft, deliberate knock echoed through the room.
The door creaked open, and there stood Ram, the pink-haired Oni maid, her expression as impassive as ever, yet her crimson eyes burned with a hidden fire. She stepped inside, closing the door with a quiet click, her maid uniform hugging every curve of her lithe frame. 'Hey, Barusu,' she drawled, her voice a cool, cutting blade. 'Since Emilia-sama, Roswaal-sama, and my dear sister are in the capital, we can go all out. No need to hold back those pathetic urges of yours.'
Subaru chuckled, leaning back on his hands, his gaze raking over her with unapologetic hunger. 'Alright then, Ram. Let’s start with your favorite. I know you’ve been itching for this as much as I have.' His tone was teasing, but there was a raw edge to it, a promise of something untamed.
Ram’s lips twitched into the faintest smirk, a rare crack in her stoic facade. 'Tch. Don’t flatter yourself, Barusu. I’m only here because I’m bored. Now, stop yapping and get to it before I change my mind.' She sauntered over to his bed with a predator’s grace, lying back with deliberate slowness. Her head tilted off the edge, pink locks spilling like silk as she gazed at him upside down, her eyes daring him to make a move.
Subaru stood, his heart pounding with a mix of thrill and challenge. 'Oh, I’ll make it worth your while, princess,' he shot back, his voice dripping with mischief. He tugged down his pants in one swift motion, revealing his already hard cock, throbbing with need. 'Open wide,' he commanded, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
Ram’s lips parted without hesitation, her mouth already glistening with lustful anticipation. 'Don’t keep me waiting, idiot,' she snapped, her tone sharp even as her body betrayed her eagerness. Subaru’s hands found her throat, fingers curling around it with a possessive grip, just enough to make her twitch beneath him. The way her body reacted—sharp, electric—sent a jolt of heat straight through him.
'Damn, Ram, you’re already so worked up,' he muttered, his voice low and rough as he steadied himself. He guided his hard length into her waiting mouth, feeling the wet heat envelop him as she took him in. Her throat constricted around him, and he couldn’t help but tighten his grip, reveling in the way her body shuddered under his control. 'That’s it. Take it all.'
Ram’s hands clutched the bed sheets, knuckles whitening as she gagged, her sharp gasps cutting through the charged air. Yet, there was no surrender in her eyes—only a fierce, defiant hunger that matched his own. Subaru’s thrusts grew bolder, the rhythm relentless, each movement drawing a muffled sound from her lips. He could feel the heat building, the tension coiling tight in his core, and he knew she was right there with him, her body trembling on the edge of something explosive.
'Look at you, Ram,' he growled, his voice thick with desire, 'already dripping for me, aren’t you?' Her eyes rolled back slightly, a sign of the intensity crashing over her, but she didn’t falter. Not Ram. Never Ram. And as the room filled with the sounds of their shared heat—panting, sweating, the raw edge of need—he knew this was only the beginning of their midnight game.
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