Continuing Benji's POV:
Theo lead me down a floor using a stairwell that almost seemed private-like. I knew when we reached them he had taken note of my state earlier and now would work us around the elevator shafts. The floor we went down to was unground with a lack of installation. It was instantly a few degrees cooler. I could smell the different scents in the air that alerted me of the many servants that resided here. This wasn't a normal level for special guests like myself. It would offend me if it wasn't for the reminder Vanitas requested I be put in a room with no windows.
We ended up on a hall that lacked the traffic scents we were recently on. I knew then we were on a private hall. He stopped at a door and unlocked it with a key he drew from his pocket. He stepped aside for me.
"Goodnight mistress Levine," he said politely. He bowed his head as he waited for me to pass him. I wrinkled up my nose as I rolled my eyes. I slipped past him and he shut the door behind me. I could hear him locking me in and his footsteps echoing as he walked off.
The bedroom was a minimalist design with all back aesthetics and dark wood flooring to compliment it. There was an illusional floor to ceiling window and skylight that was letting fake light into the room. There was two black leather lounge chairs to the right of the room with a square coffee table between the two. The bed was center of the room with a leather bedframe. There was black bedding to match the theme. The nightstands on both sides of the bed were plain platform boxes. Nothing functional about them. I wasn't given anything electrical in the room. Not even a TV. The left side of the room lead into an open floor plan closet and eventually into my attached bathroom.
Behind the bed was an enclosure with a blue pit viper resting on a fake tree branch. I was frozen dead in my tracks as I watched it slowly look at me. I was caught off guard from having a forced pet in my room.
Especially since it was a snake.
I slowly walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it. My hands were still stuck behind my back in the handcuffs. I would have to find a way to sleep comfortably. My eyes were stuck on the snake. I slightly shivered as I sunk down on the bed and kept my eyes on it. Who the hell puts a snake in a guest bedroom? I wasn't sure how much time passed before I felt the sun high in the sky an a dreaded feeling of exhaustion forced my eyes to shut.
I woke up to a slight knock on the bedroom door. The sun was setting in the sky and I could feel the heavy spell of sleep washing off my body. The sense of hunger overwhelmed me as I remembered the lack of blood I've had lately. I could smell a fresh bottle of blood recently opened as it was brought into my room along with the servants. I recognized their faces immediately to be the two I picked out yesterday.
"Good evening Mistress Levine," the woman sung out in a lovely voice. "Did you sleep well?" She asked as the male servant brought over a tray with the bottle of blood sitting on it and a glass for show. I rolled my eyes slightly in annoyance. I didn't need servants. This was too annoying for my liking. He shoved the tray at me as he sat it down on the bed beside me.
"No," I groaned out but it was a lie. I gestured to my cuffed wrists. "When will these be taken off?" I asked sharply.
"Soon," the male promised me. I eyed him over with a sharp warning look for him to back away. I watched him cower as he distanced himself. I could smell they were both humans. Probably employed to work here. "I am Damian and this is Natasha. You remember us from yesterday? You had picked us to serve you. We'll be getting you ready every night from now on." They were elder servants as I noticed before. Probably close to retirement. They were in black and white uniforms that had badges with their status and names. I could tell they were sharp minded people that weren't going away just by my manners. This was their duty- I was their job.
"Drink up," Natasha warned. She
Natasha walked over to the heavily stocked closet. I wasn't sure if I would fit anything inside. Damian went to pour the blood into the glass for me. His body moving cautiously by me. I forced my shoulders out of place as I took the bottle away from him before smelling it cautiously. There was something off with the scent and I knew immediately they snuck something into it. I didn't believe it was poison. Damian frowned as he grabbed something out of his pocket- a taser gun. He held it out as if to threaten me.
"Drink it," he ordered.
I got up quickly off the bed and flipped the bottle to let it pour out onto the hardwood floor. I watched as he twitched the button in his hand and went to zap me. I hit the taser out of his hand with the bottle while breaking it entirely. Blood splattered everywhere as I stepped toward the servant.
"What was in that?" I asked as I let a growl rumble from my throat. He trembled in fear as he stepped away from me.
"Natasha!" He yelled for her.
"Whoa," I heard from the door way and froze as I smelled a familiar scent from one of the females I met last night. "Are you going to kill him?" I was thrown off by the question as I turned around slowly to look for who it was. Farlora, the violet eyed dominant female stared me down from the entrance. I was reminded of her promise to see me again tonight. "It would be a hassle for me if I were to have to reassign a new servant under you." She stared down the blood on the floor. "How could you waste your meal? Do you not like it? Is that the issue? Do you prefer a live meal?" I flinched at her questions. She stepped into the room and I could spot the servants bow in her presence. "I can take over. Please go," she ordered them. I listened as they left the room without another word. She smiled as the door was shut.
"It's not that," I whispered. "It smelled off," I explained. Farlora reached me as she took my hands and eyed over my shoulders with worry. She forced me to move them behind my back and my body healed as she pushed them down to replace them.
"That's funny," she whispered in my ear. "Vanitas told me he took your fangs out," she reached up and forced her fingers into my mouth as she examined my teeth. I would stay still as if I was ordered to be obedient to her. I had no issues with her. She wasn't the one keeping me here. She pulled out her fingers and chuckled. "You're so obedient," she observed. "Would you do anything I asked?" She wondered. "You were just misbehaving to them." She pushed me until I found myself stepping toward the bathroom. I tensed up as I wasn't sure what she was doing.
"Farlora," I muttered and avoided looking in her eyes. "I told Vanitas I don't want servants but he made me have them. Can you assign them someplace else?"
"I'll make them avoid your presence," she suggested. "But you'll have to do me a favor," she ordered. I nodded as I gave her a look I would obey. She gestured to the bathroom and I did as she wanted by going to it. It was a standard bathroom with a double vanity, rectangular mirror, walk in shower, and linin closet. There was a stool beside the counter top and she pushed me to it with another gesture for me to sit. I did as commanded and sat down on it. She started the water in the shower before turning back to me.
Farlora took out a pair of scissors and began cutting off the fur coat and turtle neck. She dropped them on the floor. I blushed as I was now exposed to her. This wasn't like being in front of Fabian. Farlora sat the scissors down and ran her fingers across my chest. I stayed perfectly still as she touched my skin. Her hands lowered to my pants suddenly as her hands landed over my tights and began to rub. I felt flushed as I wondered what she was trying to do. My body tensed up in unease. She pulled her hand back as she dropped down to her knees and forced my legs apart. She studied my tights as if she was looking for something.
"What are you doing?" I asked curiously. She looked up as a smile crossed her face.
"You're not the slightest aroused?" She wondered. I froze from her words. Was that what she was trying to do this whole time? She looked even more intrigued. "Or are you just that small?" I frowned and made her laugh. "You're so cute!" She laughed as if she found this joyous. She pulled my tights off by force to expose me to her. The socks coming off at the end. I was embarrassed now by her curiosity. She ran her hands up my knees as she threatened to touch me. Each movement slowed as she approached my unfazed dick. Surely she didn't think this would arouse me? She groped my member and I eyed her over as her head moved dangerously close to it.
"Will you stop?" I asked her in annoyance. "You don't get me off. Isn't it obvious?" She laughed as she moved away from me and looked beyond pleased. She leaned in and kissed my cheek.
"You truly are perfect," she promised me. "You're going to make him very happy." I flinched at her voice but she motioned for me to go into the shower. It was permission to move and I was grateful for it. I moved uneasily into the shower and stood under the water. I watched as she cleaned up the clothes and put them in a hamper before taking off her clothes suddenly and sat them aside. Farlora was far beautiful with clothes on and without- it was hard to not look away. Her curves were hourglass shaped. She was slightly taller than me with plump breast that looked like she had nursed before. Farlora got into the shower with me and our eyes met.
"You're very pretty," I complimented her. She giggled in far amusement as she eyed down my dick once more.
"Still not enough to move you," she said in astonishment. "It's not every day I meet someone as stubborn as you." She got close to me as she shared the water and got her hair wet. My only desires I craved from her resorted on her neck as a pesky vein summoned my eyes. I had to shut mine tight to avoid looking. I better not stare at it. I don't want to alert her. Farlora's hands caressed my arms suddenly as she moved them away from my body. I could feel her hand slip down to my butt suddenly. Her fingers gave a squeeze and a moment I caught Vanitas' scent roll off her body in waves. I could see him- remember him- his passion for his mates last night. His love he had in his eyes for the fetus. I wanted to see that look again. I wanted to steal that look and keep it forever as mine. It was an odd feeling... Was it jealousy?
Farlora's hands caressed my cheeks as they explored my crack slowly. Stiff- I could feel myself becoming aroused as she began to tease my entrance. Her fingers rubbing it. I tensed up as I realized what she was trying to do and tried to stop her. Her free hand pulled my hands back by the cuffs and a finger slipped into my entrance. I moaned suddenly as I couldn't take it. My legs wobbled and I stumbled into the wall as she pushed herself up against me and kissed my neck.
"Easy," she told me in a kind voice. "I'm only preparing you."
"Stop," I begged as I couldn't figure out this feeling overwhelming me. "It hurts!" I twisted my arms as I tried not to hurt her- but I wanted to snap her apart for this. My body was stuck as I stayed obedient. I would not hurt her.
"It will hurt at first," she promised me. "Soon it will feel better. I remember my first time. You're so tight back here! You've never done it before, have you?" I growled and glanced over my shoulder at her. This is wrong!
"Stop!" I yelled at her. Suddenly she stuck another finger inside and I was panting now as my dick twitched. It was pulsing.
"Imagine," she whispered. "Close your eyes and imagine Vanitas here," she ordered. "Do it!" I wined and shut my eyes as a finger twisted inside of me and pressed against me. I could see his face in my imagination as his scent consumed me. I was star struck as his emerald green eyes shined through my head. I could still smell the hairgell he used to slick back his hair. His long sideburns were freshly cut and fixed the shape of his face. I admired his face- his sexy hot face. I wanted him now more than ever.
I was still picking up on her marking. The mate mark he left on her. Her hand let my cuffs go as they reached to the front and gripped my cock and squeezed the base and pressed against the top. I leaned against her body as I found myself lost in what she was giving me. I couldn't ignore my desire. I wanted more. I wanted the real thing! "Moan his name," she ordered me.
"V- Vanitas," I huffed out.
It's not like I haven't already imagined a possibility of ravishing him. I thought I wanted to slip inside of him from behind but now I was being forced to feel the complete opposite as she forced this onto me.
"Do you want him?" She asked as she began thrusting her fingers in and out of me.
"No," I growled as I couldn't admit that aloud. "I will never want him!"
"No?" She asked in amusement. "You won't cum until you agree." I gasped as I felt her stretching me. Her fingers caressing my dick's base as she slowly moved to take my balls in hand too and squeezed. I moaned without warning and felt panic arising in me. What was going on with me? Her fingers twisted inside of me and grazed against my prostate when she found it. I wanted to cum- I felt like I was going to burst but she wouldn't let my tip go. She was forcing it closed. I trembled as I tried to remain in control. The height of my orgasm was here and I was searching for relief.
"F-Fuck!" I screamed. "Y-yes, I agree!"
My voice echoed in the bathroom and I could smell her amusement.
"What did you say? I couldn't hear you!"
"I- Fuck!" I yelled as I collapsed and she came with me. Her fingers working across my body to keep me at my high.
"Say it," she ordered.
"I want him," I cried out. My eyes were filling with the scent of blood as I was crying now. She leaned in and licked my tears away.
"Who?"
"V-Vanitas," I whined. She chuckled in amusement as she seemed to now debate about letting me go. I could feel her pressing into my ass as she triggered a rile in my body. I thrusted my hips into her hand and made her laugh as she still wouldn't let go. I was exhausted as I begged for release. "Vanitas," I called out again as I started to doubt she heard me. "I want Vanitas."
"So soon?" She asked me. "But- we're just getting started."
"No!" I yelled.
"Don't you think your first release should be with him?" She asked and I started to have doubts she would release me.
"Let go!" I begged.
"Will you tell him what happened here?" She asked. I wasn't sure what to say. Her hands squeezed me hard. "Well?"
"I don't know," I cried out.
"Yes," she ordered. "Tell him I did good." I felt my head spinning from her words.
"I will," I told her quickly. She let me go and I released. My white cum spurted out of me like a cannon as a load landed over the tiles. I could smell my scent washing away from the running water. I gasped in relief as she licked my cum off her hand. Her fingers pulled out of me as she rubbed her boobs and looked pleased.
"That was amazing," she purred. She's right... I never felt this way. I never felt so good to relive myself. I can't believe that. She was amazing too. Obviously experienced. "He was right to bring you here," she told me as she leaned in and kissed my cheek. "You're our perfect addition." She stood up and gestured for me to stay put. "I'll clean you off. Stay there," she ordered.
I stayed put as I raised to my knees once more. I was sore all over from defeat. Somehow- I never experienced that before. Never in my life did a girl help me get off. I was disheveled. So certain before of my sexuality. How was I able to react so easily to her?
Was I going to do more things like this? Would the other girls ravish me too? Was this what it was like stuck in a dragon's hoard? I might... find myself lost here. What was her gain? Why would she force me to think about Vanitas as we were doing it? How was she able to release pheromones of his scent so freely? It was confusing.
She cleaned me off and helped me out of the shower. I ended back up on the stool where she trimmed stray hairs and cut long nails. I was revamped as she dried me off. She rubbed me down in oils that relaxed my muscles and made me feel better. She explained they would help with soreness. I brushed my teeth when ordered and followed her out to the clothes.
"Here put this on," she ordered as she pulled out a gold laced white robe. I gladly slipped in it and was given comfortable slippers. I wrapped up tight in the robe and moved towards the bed as I thought we were through. The blood was cleaned up as if the servants came back while we were busy.
A fresh glass was set out on the nightstand with an apology note beside it. I walked over to the glass and took it to smell. I would have to twist my hands around my body- this time stepping through to prevent myself from harming my arms once more to get what I wanted. I couldn't detect anything off with the blood so I downed the glass while Farlora was distracted with getting dressed. I was surprised when I turned back around to find she had slipped into something more of her size. A tight pajama set would comfortably hug her body.
Arousal struck my growing suddenly as my eyes landed on her hands. I felt like a dirty perv as I remembered what she was capable of. Farlora smiled as she seemed to catch on to what I was feeling. She walked over and took my hand before guiding me to the door. I was still uncomfortably working around the cuffs. "Come on, I'll take you to Vanitas."