-Jess C. Scott

John's dreams were shockingly pleasant. Thoughts of his new children, cuddling and toying with the adorable Nekos, danced in his mind for a long while. He woke up early, before his private world's sun had even risen, and found Seras still safely within his arms. John smiled, resisted the urge to pat her head knowing that Seras only ever slept lightly if at all, and then nuzzled himself back into the pillow again.

The next time that John's eyes cracked open, he was in a different position. Seras was never warm by herself, but the bed felt much emptier. He was lying on his back instead of his side, too, a position he rarely slept in. His dreams after falling back asleep had been much more pleasant, a certain warmth washing over his body, and…

"Ahhh," John whispered, unable to stop the sensation, his brain still half processing what he was feeling. His body tensed as the origin of the strange warmth became more obvious… finally glancing down all but confirmed it. Near his waist the blankets of his custom-Crafted bed bobbed up and down furiously, and when John's ears woke with the rest of him, he could make out the faintest sounds of furious licking and suckling.

John debated pretending to be asleep for a moment, but his groan and his movement had certainly already given him away. Still, instead of outright lifting the cover up, John just moved his hand down until he had a firm grasp of the back of Seras' head. With Seras not even needing to breathe, John didn't restrict his grip at all, guiding her firmly along his shaft. There was the briefest murmur from below, muffled by John's thick and warm blanket, and then Seras went along with John's motions eagerly, the only sounds escaping the cloth being wet suckles as Seras redoubled her efforts.

John enjoyed the stimulation of his morning wood for a while, appreciating the intensity of Seras' blowjob. He actually hadn't given her many opportunities to practice it, but she took his entire length now without issue. Considering she'd been a confirmed virgin only a few weeks ago, John wondered if she'd been practicing… he made a note to pursue the topic later when it would be more fun to tease her about, and when it wouldn't distract from the feral pleasures she was inflicting on him.

For now John simply enjoyed the feeling of her supernaturally tight throat clenching around him every time she went down. When the pleasures grew too great, John tried forcing her down all the way, taking his entire length into her throat, but Seras wasn't even intimidated by the gesture. With no need to back off and take a breath, Seras pushed even harder into John's waist, swallowing repeatedly and tightening her throat around his member. John tensed every muscle in his body as he fought against the powerful sensations, trying to resist the urge to release himself into her throat, wanting to seek more of the decadent pleasures Seras was inflicting on him.

"Fuck, you're good at that," John moaned, trying to encourage Seras in every way he could, grinding his hips against her lips as forcefully as he thought he could without hurting her. Seras indulged him further, even starting to thrust her own head forward, using her throat to stimulate him rather than raw motion. Every swallow and pulse of her internal muscles made John twitch and writhe in ecstasy, the never-ending undulations pushing him ever closer to release.

"Seras… if you don't stop now, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna show you just how fucking good you're making me feel," John promised, growling as he tried to grip Seras' hair under the blanket. She took advantage of his loose grip to pry herself free, then thrust herself even more vigorously of her own will than John had dared to push her, impaling her throat on his cock with so much excitement that before John could stop her, he felt his climax rising within.

"Fuck, Seras, you really have to stop, I'm going to- I'm gonna-" John trailed off as Seras refused to back down from her insistent motions, if anything finding the endurance to redouble them, exaggerating and drawing out each motion she made along John's member until it was all he could do not to scream out her name in ecstasy.

John finally gave in a few moments later, letting Seras' name escape him one last time as a breathy whisper before he thrust his hips forward, meeting Seras lips with his pelvis forcefully before everything that he had been building up unleashed itself at once, his erratic thrusts shooting his release into Seras' throat and his hips carrying his bliss into a new level all the while.

John calmed down a few moments later, his hands now underneath the blanket, both palms firmly wrapped around Seras' roots and holding her tightly to his groin. John looked lustfully down at the needy vampiress, her mouth still impaled by his cock, half-grinning with the afterglow of his release.

"You are one hell of an alarm clock," John whispered, enjoying the sight of the sexy blonde resting on his member, only slowly dragging him out of her mouth as she never broke eye contact. Even when she did, her look was almost a taunting one, daring him to question her service, examining his face for any sign of displeasure.

"Thought you could use a bit of cheerin' up," Seras said at length, never pausing too long for breaths, demonstrating her lack of need for air by licking in between words. "Hope it made the mornin' worth waitin' for."

"Your fucking body is a goddamn work of magic in itself," John grunted, "and you do amazing things with it every time we're alone. Frankly, the fact that I leave this bedroom at all is complete bullshit."

"Maybe I just need to give you a better reason to come back here," Seras taunted, grinning at John as she moved up on his body. The blanket clung to Seras as she adjusted her position, giving him a beautiful view of the sexy goddess mounting him, her pale skin glimmering in the early morning light sneaking through the open window frame. John's eyes took in every part of her, roving over her thighs spread so deliciously over his own, her hips as she thrust and grinded herself against him, and even her upper body, shadowed by the enveloping blanket hanging loosely over her shoulders.

"I don't think it would take much convincing," John whispered, his hands already starting to roam. Seras chuckled, her voice alight with pleasure as she continued her motions, grinding her body against his.

"Well, what are you gonna offer me to stay here with you? Maybe I'm about to get up and leave you the one craving more," Seras teased, her hips grinding against John's manhood with an intensity that only brought a craven grin to his features. "I bet if all you can think about is this bangin' ass, you'd come running back whenever I call!"

"If you think you can handle the need, if you think you can go without me… by all means, show me," John teased, leaning up and locking his lips around the soft and supple skin of Seras Victoria.

"You're a right bastard," Seras acknowledged, moaning a bit as she leaned her body into John's reach, "but you're a good one at tha'. I think you're worth the trouble… as long as you let me…"

Seras' words trailed off as she dragged her hips back and forth, feeling the undulations of her body and each individual stroke while grinding herself against him. John grinned as he let his instincts take over for a while, grinding his own hips up into the vampiress pleasuring herself atop him. Seras let out a quick moan but never stopped her movement, enjoying the sensations of John's member against her lips, bucking slightly every time that John thrust back and rubbed his head against her clit.

"I suppose I'd better make myself useful if I want to give you a reason to try this again sometime," John growled, leaning up and wrapping his arms around Seras' back, throwing his head into her neck. He playfully mimicked the bite she'd given him so long ago, then switched to alternating between gentle suckles and grazing his teeth over her throat. It was a dangerous game to play, judging by the low growl that escaped Seras' throat as he nipped just a little too hard.

"Don't tease me like tha', or I'll return the favah," Seras glowered, her eyes radiating a brighter crimson than normal. "Remembah, you don' get scars, Mastah!"

John just grinned wildly and moved his mouth down a little lower, trying to get the same level of reaction out of her again with a little less annoyance. John started teasing along Seras' cleavage, letting his lips and tongue wander, enjoying the feel of her cool skin against his overheated body as his love continued to seek pleasure against every part of him.

John took the time to appreciate every aspect of her, to enjoy the mixes that Seras' body provided as they ground against each other. Her breasts were soft, succulent, almost warm at times compared to the rest of her. Her limbs and abdomen were like steel, muscles honed over many hours of combat and supernatural enhancement, and the rest of her had the most glorious mix of the two. Every time he gripped her back, squeezed into her sides, or let his face lay against her chest or ground his legs into those thick thighs, he had the feeling of a blacksmith, molding the world's softest steel, carving his features into her glorious body with every movement.

Seras shuddered as John's lips at last locked onto a target, applying at first just the most gentle of suction around her nipple, drawing the hardened tip further into his mouth. He toyed with her even as his hands kneaded her back and his hips thrust against her most sensitive area, hoping to please every part of her. Seras was a wonderful lover, and a better…

"Seras, you call me Master a lot… what does that make you?" John wondered, his mouth moving faster than his mind, more curious than horny, although the implications of what he'd asked fixed that pretty quickly. "**** comes to mind, but I think we both know you have a will enough of your own… sex toy, perhaps?"

"Mmmmm… sounds good right now, maybe not after I finish. Not sure what else works. I sure as hell ain't your apprentice… though I don't mind learnin' a thing or two about this from ya," Seras groaned, eyes still half-shut and only barely listening to John, thankfully. "Nekos call you that too, don't they? You ain't just my Mastah, you’re theirs too. Nobody's a ****, but we all serve you, that's for damn sure. We’re your servants, you’re the Mastah. You own this place, and everyone knows it. You're callin' the shots, and fuck anyone who disagrees."

"You're goddamn right I am," John breathed, not expecting Seras to answer so seriously. His curiosity was replaced with intensity as he **** himself forward, pulling his legs back and throwing himself and Seras into the mattress, grateful he'd opted for a particularly large bed for his room. Seras gasped a bit at the impact, John's strength becoming a bit more unchecked than usual - the bed creaked as she bounced against the mattress springs.

Status Effect Gained: Shard of Bishamonten: Activated [10%]

"You know, I always say I want to make this a place where people can be happy," John teased as Seras was adjusting to the sudden shift in position, "maybe it's time I take some more direct action on that."

John started really thrusting himself back and forth, using the new leverage he had over Seras to grind himself inside of her, pressing against all of her favorite spots that he’d discovered while searching for some new ones. Seras' arousal had already spread to the point that he was having no trouble pushing into her, and with his new position he could fully apply himself. John lengthened each stroke until he pulled out entirely and was gliding against Seras' entrance, only her natural tightness keeping him out as his head teased against her.

"Fuck if you ain't doin' a good job of makin' a lady feel welcome. Now show me why I call this place home," Seras gasped, lifting her hips every time John pulled back, intentionally trying to draw him inside of her. Seras, who had once been the perfect image of a blushing virgin bride, was now moaning in frustration as John evaded her every attempt to insert him. John found the shift the strangest mixture of adorable and sexy, having presented his love with a pleasure she couldn't replicate and then withholding it…? The thrill of control electrified him.

"The same reason I do," John whispered, pulling Seras all the tighter to him. "Because without this feeling, without this union, nothing will ever feel the same. I fit like I was fucking made for you. You wrap around like you were made just for me."

John emphasized his words by finally pulling his hips back all the way and piercing forward, spreading Seras' needy lips in a single motion and finally indulging himself in the pulsing flesh within. Seras tried to control herself but let a whine escape as her mouth hung open, eyes fluttering shut as she focused on the sensations of John being inside of her at last. John almost gave in when the same impulse hit him, but the sight of Seras surrendering to the pleasure… something about it gave John a stronger thrill than anything he'd felt before. John's grin only widened as Seras gasped for air, thrusting himself deeper as she squeaked at the extra thrust.

"M-mastah, you're-"

"Call me that again," John demanded, pulling his hips back and slamming them forward again just as Seras started to draw breath. Her words caught in her throat as she started to whine her waves of pleasure, trying to meet John's request even as he fucked away her air. John picked up his pace, grinding into her most **** places more intensely while prodding her for encouragement.

"Tell me I'm your master. Tell me I own this place. Tell me how much that turns you on… tell me you'd do anything for me if I just asked."

"I… I'll do anything you ask," Seras half-whispered and half-moaned, grinding her body to his rhythm, her instincts giving in as John imprinted his needs into her. "J-just tell me how you want me, let me know what to do!"

"The only thing I want you to do right now," John whispered, tensing his body. He started leaning further into her until his chin was tucked over her shoulder, using it as just another point of leverage to thrust himself further into her needy figure. "Is cum so hard you forget your own fucking name."

"Y-y-yes, Mastaaaah," Seras groaned, a bit overstimulated but still trying to meet John's demands as he moved his hand down and started to wildly rub at her clit, feeling each ridge of his fingers passing over the sensitive button. John felt Seras begin to tighten as her voice rose, and he found it all too enticing to let himself give into his urges the same way that she was, to embrace the pleasure of his vampiric lover's body and enjoy everything that she had to offer him.

John's grunts echoed Seras' own, and together, their bodies locked in an embrace of bliss, both thrusting against one another to seek deeper and more intense pleasures. John’s speed picked up as he felt another orgasm washing over him in time with hers, and as he released himself into Seras’ core she let out a wavering moan that made John’s entire body tremor with primal delight.

Rather than giving in to the temptation to sink into her pillowy chest and bathe in the afterglow, John felt the desire rising to continue, to get Seras to let out more of those delectable sounds. Perhaps it was the Shard fueling his libido, but John wanted to make Seras feel the same joys and pleasures she made him feel every single day. He loved her. Now he was going to show her just how much. Before the vampiress had a chance to speak even a single word, John repositioned his still-hard cock, slowly sliding in and out of Seras' twitching body.

The vampiress glanced up at him with one half-lidded eye, mouth still agape in fading pleasure. "M-mastah… d-do you still want more? I thought tha'-"

"You thought wrong," John rumbled, keeping himself clung tightly to her body.

"Let me show you how much I want you. How much I need you. How much I will always need you, Seras." With that John ceased the words that would never be sufficient to proclaim his desires, opting to show Seras exactly how he felt by reciprocating those pleasures and desires directly on her body.

Judging by the gasps and moans that escaped the buxom blonde, John hoped he had at least succeeded in some measure. If he hadn't…

Well, he had all morning to try again.