Returning to Sarvas Part 1 - The Announcement

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Binding the duo of Trinkets - or rather, using the Trinkets to bind the souls of their bearers - was a straightforward affair. Ahsch had left the binding ‘open’ when he’d made Ariin and Elui’s Trinkets, anticipating the time that he’d be able to properly _do _something with that bond. Now that Enochiel’s demi-plane-afterlife-thingy was made, he could, and he did.

Once that was done, much as he dreaded it, he knew what he had to do next. “I’m taking a month to return to Sarvas,” he announced at dinner that evening. “They deserve to know that I’m still alive from me, and I… well, honestly I miss them,” he said, bracing for the worst.

“About fucking time,” Avery grumbled, draining her whiskey.

Ariin beamed. “I’m coming with you, of course!”

“I should accompany you as well, Ahsch,” Dorin said.

Ahsch blinked, looking at his wife, then over at Butler, then back to Avery. “I was expecting… annoyance?” he tentatively said.

“Lord Avery and myself ran House Odestag on our own for many years before you arrived, Lord Ahsch,” the automata answered. “And you have been diligent in your studies since you joined the House, so I am not concerned with losing a month for this trip.”

Ahsch nodded appreciatively, then frowned as he considered how Rwnil might react. As if summoned, the elder hrafthi appeared. “I will be joining you - your mother and I must speak.” She considered Ahsch for a moment. “Your father as well,” she added.

Ahsch tried not to worry about what that might lead to - a task made easier when he caught his sister’s grin. “What?” he asked, resignation already coloring his tone.

“You should invite Naemui,” Ariin teased.

“Not happening,” Ahsch immediately denied. “It’s too early, and besides, isn’t she in the middle of her advancement project? A month away from that wouldn’t be ideal.”

Ariin pouted and huffed, but he could tell that his sister agreed with his reasoning.

“Elui, on the other hand…” Mahat suggested mischievously.

Ahsch groaned.

A couple days later, Kirasiel came calling and met Ahsch in his office. As was their growing habit, the moment the door closed behind her, the Head of House Celes stripped off her clothes and prostrated herself in front of her owner. In the back of his mind, Ahsch frowned, and reminded himself that the girl really needed to get her trauma sorted out. I really wish counselors were a thing, he complained silently.

“Master, this cunt humbly begs that You take me with You when You return to Sarvas.”

Eyebrows raised, Ahsch regarded the royal girl for a long moment. “Why?” he finally asked.

“We are betrothed, and it is only proper that your family be informed - I had considered suggesting that you send a letter or invitation, but given you need to return anyways, I thought it best to share the news then. Also I…” she paused, and audibly swallowed. “I want to apologize to them for… a lot of things. Endangering you and taking you away, at the very least.”

Ahsch sat back with a sigh. I should have expected this, he chided himself. “You understand that you won’t really be able to be my cunt while we’re in Sarvas, right? At least, not much.”

“Yes, Master,” she said, her voice betraying a hint of how upset her emotional aura flared at the thought.

“How were you planning to tell them about our engagement?” he asked. “At the very least, they’ll be… surprised, given what they knew about you before I ah… died.”

Guilt, self-loathing, grief, anger, and more flashed across Kirasiel’s aura. “The truth,” she said after a slight hesitation. “Or at least, a version of the truth. That you helped and saved me several times over, that I eventually was woken up to my behavior and decided to dedicate myself to you, and that I am earnest in my decision and desire to give myself to you.”

The office was quiet for a few minutes as Ahsch weighed her words, and Kirasiel waited anxiously for his decision. “Come here,” the hrafthi eventually said, and Kirasiel quickly crawled around the desk to sit at Ahsch’s side. Then she let out a surprised squeak when he leaned over and hauled her into his lap, positioning her to straddle him. Face red, she avoided his gaze as he looked at her. “You can come with,” Ahsch began, and Kirasiel’s expression brightened some, “if you can show me who Kirasiel is.” Immediately, the royal girl’s expression darkened again. “It doesn’t have to be much,” Ahsch continued. “But I want a… a date with my betrothed.”

Kirasiel’s eyes flicked to his, startled. “A d-date?” she asked, incredulous. “Isn’t… that’s normally… _before _an engagement… right?”

Ahsch laughed softly. “There’s not much ‘normal’ about me, is there?” he asked, and she smiled sympathetically. “Again, I don’t need much, just…” he sighed, then reached up and cupped Kirasiel’s cheek, noting how she leaned into his touch slightly, a tremor running through her body. “I want to get to know my future wife more. Beyond ‘cunt.’ I want to find that girl that was led astray by Byrdrek.”

Kirasiel’s eyes were watering some, and her expression was a mixture of pain, sorrow, and contemplation. Her emotional aura was a mess, and Ahsch’s heart ached at how damaged and broken and lost she was. But after a moment, she gave a firm nod. Then immediately blushed.

At Ahsch’s inquiringly raised eyebrow, she avoided his gaze. “Could… may I…” Taking a deep breath and swallowing, her blush deepening with every word, she tried again: “This cunt would like to worship your cock, Master, while she… thinks about who she could be…”

Ahsch blinked, then suppressed a laugh - laughing at her would only embarrass and humiliate her, and he wasn’t sure it would be the kind she liked. Nodding, he gave her a gentle, guiding push. “On your knees then, cunt,” he said, adjusting his seat and widening his legs to allow his Thrall to kneel in her proper positing. “I have work to do, so keep it sensual, not frantic. I’ll let you know when I want to cum down your worthless throat.”

“Yes, Master. This cunt understands,” Kirasiel all but panted, and soon Ahsch’s cock was freed from his pants and her blonde head was bobbing at a gentle, slow pace as her tongue laved and swirled around his length.

While Ahsch returned to his work, he reflected that, as fun as it was to absolutely wreck one of his Thralls, use her like a fleshlight or a stress reliever, there was something special to the gentle attention they were all more than happy to provide.