Getting some answers

"I was asking you a question Rikka." You scoff under your breath, anger passing through your clenched teeth. The lingering guilt doesn't subside but you take your mind off it with a quick glance around the room. You're in a bathroom. The bath and toilet make that pretty obvious, if not the the tiled floors and large mirror on the wall above the sink probably would help too.

"Have a nice nap host?" The feminine synthetic voice whispers dreamily into your ear. "I know I sure did." There's a gentle nibbling sensation as she finishes, her metaphysical body teases you both intensely and distantly.

"A nice nap? Are you kidding me?" You throw your hands up in frustration. The subtle heat around your body quickly fades. "First you **** me into an orgy then you don't even help me when I'm getting attacked by- well, whoever they were."

"Michael, that was not the intended idea." A hint of pain is drowned quickly behind the synthetic tone. "I simply calculated that the most opportune moment to obtain the goal of making everyone like you could be achieved at that precise moment. The consequence of performing such a powerful blast of pheromones was a lack of functionality on myself, which did not cause too much alarm after all of the enhancements you had thus far received."

"Well then, what happened? The time distortion certainly didn't work when I tried to activate it."

"You are just not in tune with the ability yet. As of right now it can only be activated whenever you are under **** stress, as an extension to your fight-or-flight response." Well, that explains why...

"I suppose I should find out what happened." You roll the stiffness out off your neck and make for the door. You step through, into the empty room of a hotel suite. The light from the half-drawn curtains casts an eerie shadow that envelops the room. A familiar voice settles the unsettling feeling from the room.

"Is Master still sleeping?" The muffled but distinct voice of your once lost maid, Emily's voice drifts through the other door in the room.

"M-master?" A shocked Julia gasps. "Wh- What the fuck do I care bitch? Go and service your master and get out off my face!" She mocks spitefully before stomping away. At this point you've made your way to the door just in time for it to swing open.

"Hey." Is all you manage to breathe out as the door tries to close itself. Emily leaps up onto you and wraps her legs around your waist. Wet, hot kisses follow suit as you take a step back. You grab under her skinny thighs and firm ass as she devours your face with extra wet kisses.

"Ma-ster, I-'ve miss-ed you, so- much." She breathes sultry between kisses. You tangle your tongue against her own more versatile muscle. You spin and lay her down onto the bed, keeping her arms pinned down as you back up a moment.

"I missed you too... But, how are you here?" You ask, relief spreading throughout your body upon seeing her alive and in one piece.

"Our holiday was cut short by a disease of some kind so we took refuge here as we couldn't make it any further back to your house." The sultry gaze from the clear blue orbs set upon her slightly dirtied face has you throbbing for release, especially when her hips grind up into your crotch. "But how about we forget about the world for a moment or two and have some fun... Master." She whispers your nickname heavily into your ear as you take in the invigorating scent from the long locks of golden blonde hair that cover your face.

"Tempting offer girl, but I think I would like to know who else is actually here?" You growl in response and bite down on her neck. She coos and arcs her back.

"My- myself, the other three servants and your aunt and cousin..." The C-cup tits on her loosely covered top rise and fall deeply in husky breaths and a heat radiates onto your covered cock from her grinding hips. "Please Michael... Please take me... I need you..." Emily whines sensually.