The servant's entrance.

Sonia had reported a side door that the maids used. It was discreet and unlocked, and it would likely have a snack for me.

Finding it was easy enough, it was near a distinctive purple-blossomed tree. I nudged the door open and slipped inside. I was immediately assaulted by a cloud of thick spice and the scent of sausages. A nearby door was cracked open, and it was certainly the kitchen. A voice grew closer and I slinked back towards the entrance.

A maid came out with a tray in her hands, covered with a metallic dome, and nudged the door closed with her hips. She didn't so much as look in my direction as she started down the hall.

She was a medium-sized woman, with long dark twintails trailing after her. She wore the uniform of Craimer's maids, a white blouse with lace at the neck under a green dress that cinched at the ribs and stopped a few inches past the ass. Tall white socks and a dainty little hat finished the ensemble.

I followed her for a few steps before saying, "Pillory and Catchpole."

She stiffened at the first syllable, but froze solid at the last. I stopped behind her and pushed her torso forwards, both hands on her back. She moved easily, but didn’t react. She wouldn’t react to anything, she wouldn’t do more than breath shallowly, unless I positioned her with both hands.

"Wish I could spend my time with you, Twintails." I said as I pulled my cock out and brought it to a quick erection. A moment more and I had her cunt on display, dry and trimmed with black hair. "Slutty maid service."

She gushed with juices as the command, instantly lubricated for my use. I took her savagely, the tray rattling in her vicegrip. I was careful to touch her with only one hand, to avoid moving her and making too much noise.

I quickly harvested her energy and pulled out, ready to move on. The demon wanted to finish her, of course, at least dump a load in her pussy, but I didn't have more time to waste.

I continued down the hall, leaving Twintails frozen behind me. She'd wake in a good ten minutes, and then she'd be distracted for a bit more; the compulsion made all the sensation hit her once she came out of it.

My instincts started screaming at me, and I froze in the middle of the hall. I bared my claws, human save for them, and looked around.

The hall was dark and shadowy, lamplight behind and in the distance. I started running and felt a chill cling to me and I apprached the oncoming light.

Something zipped past my head and struck the lantern. It clattered to the ground and died, leaving me in darkness.

"You have lasted longer than I thought." A husky feminine voice crept from the darkness. "I told Arik that girl was suspicious. Perhaps he'll remember his wits when I drop you corpse at his feet."

"Catchpole and Pillory."

"I have not been touched by your spy. I am free of whatever **** you used."

A cry tore from me as something bit into my leg, blood spattering on the ground. "It doesn't sound like you're altogether happy with your current master."

"I am not." The voice said easily, masking the sound of an attack. I threw myself to the side, my mind chasing every possibility. "He has grown indulgent, and weak."

"Then perhaps I can O-aargh!" My other leg gave out, a hot line burning behind my knee.

"I have given my word." The voice interrupted, bored. "Though I do not expect you to understand honor, demon."

My eyes bounced from shadow to shadow, and I looked inwards to try and summon up anything; fire or light or a weapon.

A pair of footsteps echoed gracefully behind me, the wind whistled, and then-