Compensated date, dinner...

Life was pretty good.

Hell the whole of yesterday evening was spent watching porn on my laptop with Louise, my adorable pet-noble watched, utterly enraptured by the obscene scenes.

Honestly, I paid more attention to Louise who’d watched glued the sexual scenes on the screen with a laser focus, once I placed my headphones onto her head, Louise was off in her own little world watching one of the all women porn playlists Risa and I had assembled.

There was something hypnotic and immensely satisfying about her sweet little sounds as she played with herself, the tension that coiled in the muscles of her flat stomach whenever she hit a sweet spot, how her tiny swells for breasts heaved from her heavy breathing, that way her long strawberry blonde whipped around when she squirmed in her seat face burning red and that enticing arc her body made when she came, again and again filling the room with her scent.

In the pitch black of the night, the sheen of sweat Louise worked up masturbating glowed in the spectrum of colors of the debauch acts, the fluid changing illumination made it seem as if her inner-thoughts were being projected into reality by the reflection.

Even two fingers knuckle deep Louise proved to have a good head for more than giving head on her shoulder, when the women in the videos did something Louise thought she could try she’d copy it exploring and pleasuring herself in new ways.

But she never fully lost sight of me, her master. She eventually turned to face me, her ears covered by the headphones filling her head with the wanton sounds of sex. Louise blissfully smiled as she gave me her own little show masturbating for my pleasure, my name breathed with such passion and pleading for me to watch her **** herself by performing for me.

It made satisfying the sexual appetite she worked up in me all the sweeter when I fucked Louise’s petite ass into the mattress of her bed.

Then this morning had been another good chuckle as Guiche and Louise argued over who was the better servant. A verbal catfight ensued as the two jockeyed for whatever they viewed as the more prestigious acts of servitude.

If I were keeping score of who came out ahead, I’d say Guiche won today as when Louise was going to give me a blowjob as I bathed. He cleverly followed the rules by helpfully angling my cock for Louise to go down on.

Which led to my present activity, namely ditching my servants and sipping my wine, freshly ‘borrowed’ from the academy's wine cellars out in one of the courtyard killing time for my laptop to recharge and brainstorming ideas for how I’d like to twist things using my slightly **** mind.

Toying with one of my earings of COSMIC POWER! -Yes, it totally needed to be mentally shouted- I ponder what would happen if I made a normality to excuse any ‘ahem’ inappropriate behavior without wearing for more natural reactions?

That made my lips twitch with several ideas, I could lean into my ‘familiar’ status giving myself social allowances of the more normal kind of familiar, yet keeping the apparent fact I’m human at the forefront of their minds.

Could any of them complain if I went around naked? Sure, I’d be a human with a holy cock yet I’m a familiar and could you really complain about a naked familiar? When all other familiars are animals, could you really complain about a human familiar being naked or showing affection by rubbing up against a woman?

Heheh, ahh that could be fun.

Tilting the wine glass watching the crimson liquid list to the side when an idea struck me of pouring it onto one of those nice white shirts some students wore.

Ohhh, what if I made them like the inappropriate behavior instead, no, no more than that! How about twisting the punishments for wrongdoing or transgression into essentially rewards, oh how terrible it would be for the justice for insulting a nobleman having to be sucked off by his hottest servant, paying for a whore for me or giving recompense by fucking wife.

I could have them straight faced believe that the whimpers and cries of pleasure of the women they demand I ravish is justice being served onto an uppity commoner; or I could make them aware of the hypocrisy of their ‘justice’ and make nobles find my social faux paus and wronging them a turn on.

Snorting I imagined the reaction of ‘accidentally’ mistaking the queen for a whore, the horrified shock then arousal indignation before the queen demands that I treat her like one right there in front of her ladies in waiting to redress her honor.

Chortling at my own ideas I took another sip of wine.

“Ya-hoo!” A happy-go-lucky cheerful voice of a gyaru could only have called out.

Nearly **** on my wine in surprise, it went down harshly as I looked for the gyaru; my search for the elusive Japanese gyaru in another world proved fruitless. What I did spy was the local Halkeginia variety of gyaru, when I laid eyes on the bronze skinned school heartthrob of Kirche von zerbst.

She moved with a magnetic attraction to her sashaying hips that could capture a man's attention and fixate it on her, my eyes easily roamed the exposed skin of her bosom in her deliberately tight shirt with its plunging neckline from top buttons undone and the shorter than intended skirt that called attention to her thighs.

That hypnotic body might have worked on a lesser pervert, but I was a modern man with access to porn beyond this world’s imagination and far too great of a pervert to be helpless in the face of a set of big fantastic chocolate tits, generous ass and long slender legs.

Taking a seat beside me and leaning forward as she laid one of her hands over mine that rested on the table, her fingers lightly circled the back of it suggestively. Lifting my eyes from her bared to her visible lidded eye it smoldered with sultry intent paired with her mischievous smile.

Breathing to clear the unpleasantness of that sip of wine, I could smell and taste a sweetness to the air from Kirche’s perfumes. She’d really gone out of her way to gussy herself up hadn’t she, in a way her forwardness reminded me of Risa.

“Now, what brings you to an out of the way courtyard during classes? Can’t say I was expecting noble company.” I couldn’t help but air the obvious question to break the ice.

Kirche’s smile turned positively foxy as she traced my jaw with a finger and brought her face closer. “When I saw Louise come into class without her familiar, I thought how terrible these passionless Tristain women are to leave you without any woman of their fairer sex.”

Mentally translating her words, she saw an opportunity to approach me without Louise interfering and took it.

It was my turn to cheekily grin, I’d talked to Guiche and Louise about Kirche and she was certainly living up to her runic name of ‘The Ardent’. I recalled that they’d mentioned Germanian’s like her lived by something of the philosophy living life to its fullest or something, which was part of why they considered Germanian’s barbaric.

Another part was that you could buy a noble title in Germania with cold hard cash.

Which reminded me of what I’d told her my first morning here, and what I’d done with that noble in the brothel that led me back to the idea of compensated dating back home in Japan.

“I admit this is a little dull without a noblewoman to entertain myself with.” I exaggeratedly wistfully sigh, bucking my hips in my seat imitating a girl in my lap bouncing on my cock.

That got a throat laugh and bodily shiver from her. “How savage!” Kirche gasped in delight biting her lip as she groaned.

“What a show it’d be, shamelessly showing these Tristain prudes what the heights of passion are like as a noble is rutted by a commoner.” She groaned her cheeks growing flusher with her ragged breaths she closed her eyes, no doubt imagining herself being the girl in question breaking down any attempt she’d been making to uphold

Oh there’s an idea, as isn’t she easily stringing a dozen boys who’ve been fighting for her affection?

Kirche drew closer, her eyes glassy with infatuation, her hot breath caressing my lips unconsciously going in for a kiss.

“Considering the animalistic sounds we hear echoing from her room in our dorms, you melted even the haughty Valliere down to her passionate core. You’re driving me to madness hearing such blazing passion. Take me.”

I shrugged, lightly pushing her face away making her gorgeously pout. “Ah, ah.” I tutted. “If you want some time and fun with me, it’ll cost you lets say seven Ecu and we’ll be doing what I want.”

“What a bargain.” Kirche giggled almost breathless, and clearly prepared for that she eagerly doled out the seven glittering gold coins from a very fat coinpurse onto the table.

Collecting I used one hand to gather the coins to pocket and pull them towards me, my other hand took a handful of her twin cantaloupe sized tits and gave that firm plentiful flesh a good squeeze.

The action drawing out a surprised pitched cry of pleasure from Kirche’s, she nailed me with a gaze ignited with a bonfire of desire. Grabbing my other hand she pulled it to her other breast and practically leaping into my lap, she thrusted her chest into both of my hands for me to grope and knead.

“Think of me as a lowly, despicable woman lowering myself like this, to pursue you. You chase after the forbidden women of nobility with such intensity; Guiche’s retelling of your conquests spreads through the school’s halls like an unstoppable salacious conflation. I can help but fall in love with such a man who pursues his passions so fervently~” Kirche swooned as I circled and played with her breasts through her thin shirt, her stiff nipples I brushed against and pinched telling me she’d forgone a bra today.

I laughed dove into a kiss with the saucy wench paying and begging me to fuck her. Kirche lived up to her runic name, her hands pawed at my t-shirt with wild abandon, luscious smooth lips pressing into mine while grinding her body on mine.

Sliding one hand down from her chest, around her slim waist my fingers easily found their way to the pliant round ass I’d spied barely concealed by her skirt over the last few days, another few inches and my fingertips found the small wet spot on her underwear.

The frantic make out stirred an idea in my skull, Kirche’s friend, the girl almost always tagging along with the fiery buxom gyaru a wonderful idea slipped into my head from Kirche’s aggressive propositioning.

I had the time to put the groundwork for another idea into place.

Giving her fine ass a swat I withdrew in the moment of her startled moan with a bestial growl. “We’re moving this ‘date’ to Tabitha’s room, she can help us keep this quiet couldn’t she?” I command.

Kirche’s face flashed to disappointment before realization pieced through, her eyes widening as she sucked in a stuttering hot breath. “Oh, how naughty I’ve never considered how exciting having her standing watch over our love making could be.” She purred with sultry adoration as we rose together from the chair, her hand held in mine and the other on her ass as we found a servant and sent them off to fetch Tabitha.

I’d also added an extra mission and message for the servant to deliver to Guiche for an idea sparked in my mind by taking the school tease on a ‘date’. After all, what could be better than a date, dinner and a show.

Kirche was more than happy to lead me to her best friend’s room with me playing with the round globes of her ass the whole way, if anything the irreverent brazenness of my groping only made her hornier.

She was increasingly impatient to ‘consummate’ the ‘date’ as I dragged out our walk, her eyes as we came to the dorm searched with purpose, they lit up when they landed on a particular statue with its hands raised in benediction on the ground floor of the girls dorm. Kirche struted ahead, hips swaying as she brushed her cloak to the side and tenderly took those outstretched hands to support herself as she bent over leaving herself ‘****’ as her skirt was dangerously close to showing off her underwear in the empty hallway.

“Oh Toin~ Ever since that night Louise summoned you, you overtook my mind and seized my heart, my body burns with feverish yearning for your holy lance~” She huskily pleaded with a wiggle of her ass.

Sacrilege, seduction and sex, if this is what barbarian means around here then, then call me Toin the Barbarian since I can dig it, as they know how to have fun.

Coming up behind the bent over woman I ran my hands up the flawless smooth dark thighs that made her extra exotic compared to her peers, even back home in Japan you’d be hard pressed to find a girl with this skin color.

Tracing my fingers up the sensitive and silky smooth skin of her inner-thighs I savored her breathy moans and needy sounds. Then flipping her skirt to show off those glorious ass cheeks, dug my fingers to the pliant bountiful flesh that sprung back into its perfect round bubble butt, then with a sharp slap bouncing one cheek.

“Ah! Toin, don’t tease me.”

“I said we’re taking this to your friend’s room, but I could be convinced to rut you here if you can do one thing.” I said.

“Anything.” She husked.

Undoing my pants I had to work them down from how tight my erection made them, it took several tugs to get it past my cock. The heavy slab of flesh sagged from its great weight even hard, taking my cock by the middle of the shaft and lifted my throbbing prick.

“If you don’t moan for ten strikes with my cock, I’ll take you like the woman **** for a familiar’s cock you are.” I laid out the deal, giving my prick which would act as the lurid mockery of a disciplinarian cane.

She gazed back with blazing desire and anticipation as she bit her lip and nodded.

Grinning I raised my cock up, it’s girth easy dwarfing any any and perfect to paddle her ass with. I brought my fist sized glans down onto her right cheek to a nearly thunderous clap of flesh meeting that echoed off the stonewalls of the empty hallways joined by a strangled keening from Kirche.

At the harsh connection of my cock, Kirche's body tensed, her hands clenched the religious statue with desperation as her stain expression of pleasure told me how hard she was trying to contain her voice.

At the harsh connection of my cock, Kirche's body tensed, her hands clenched the religious statue with desperation as her stain expression of pleasure told me how hard she was trying to contain her voice.

She whimpered as I rocked my hips sliding my length across the soft pedestal of her backside, deliberately warming her up with the fantastical pleasure contact with my cock had. Kirche’s hands clenched the religious statues' hands in sync with my languid rubbing on the gently heated cushion of her ass.

“That’s one.”

Raising my thick pillar Kirche brown eyes followed its ascension, filled with equal parts trepidation and anticipation for my next strike. There was a certain thrill to watching a woman so used to leading men on and being in control being so nervous her body filled with tension trying to prepare itself for me to cockslap her.

I brought my cock down in a spike of pleasure as the broad mushroom-like head of my prick made contact with the supple flesh of the opposite cheek of her ass. The strike sent a ripple out along the supple flesh of her ass cheek from the impact point.

A mixed hiss of desire and struggle rushes between Kirche’s clenched teeth, the dark spot in her underwear almost exploding in size as her body lurches forward, swaying her large breasts like heavy pendulums. The bronze skinned sexpot’s lips were upturned in ecstasy as she looked up into the statue's eyes.

Casting her gaze back again Kirche’s eyes had such a pleading look to end this teasing and take her. Grinning back I groaned and dragged my cock chafing across on her fine ass. Her mouth opened and let out a labored breath as realization of how I was cheating by winding her up using the pleasure of my cocks touch to wind her up as I was in complete control of this situation.

Kirche hung her head gasping for air, her body shuddered in intense arousal at the total dominance, a whining keen escaped her as I knew I was hitting all the hit fantasies.

“T-two~” She counted out in a raspy lust drunk voice for me.

Taking my sweet time I dragged out the moment between strikes listening to the school tease swallow her moans, her legs starting to wobble with weakness and her hips started moving on their own wearing her own resistance all the thinner.

“Brimir, give me the strength to resist.” Kirche begged the statue. Aren’t you a thirsty girl? But, we’re going at my pace, not yours.

As my first real taste of her I dug my fingers into the luxurious silky cushions of her ass, hard to believe in what seems to be the renaissance, but I guess she must really invest a lot in skin care and magic helps a lot.

Making a few cheeky short thrusts, the movement ponderously swayed my heavy scrotum slapping her ass to clap of flesh on as good as any hand.

Witnessing her whole body tense and her voice hitch in a fraying attempt to restrain her voice and turn into a hot breath.

Leaning over to enclose her, I imposed a commanding presence over her. “Give in, let your voice out. Surrender control of it all to me, to a mere commoner familiar.”

Kirche let out a needy hot desirous breath just barely restraining a moan as my cock chafed on her exposed skin. My prick throbbed and pulsed on the padded pedestal of her butt and the expanse of her back, my aching prick dripped fat droplets of pre-cum onto her white shirt turning it see-through the warm the seeped through set her shivering with excitement.

“Let your passions free by being dominated.” I commanded in a husk into her ear.

Gripping my prick I quickly whipped its thick mast against her glutes and back in the tight space between us to a satisfying crisp smack.

Stiffening as if struck by lightning Kirche threw her head back with a rapturous moan, bucking her hips against my pillar spanking herself with my pendulous balls. I laughed and gave her ass a spank sending her generous backside jiggling.

“Good choice, now lets have some fun before the real event of our date.”

On Tabitha's bed I straddled the stomach of the bronze skinned sexpot that Kirche was, my balls dragged and prick lanced up the center of her stomach with a powerful presence as it lounged taking up a great expanse of her upper-body with its girth. The mass occasionally throbbing as I breathed in the heady sight beneath me as I pinned the arms of the school tease to the bed.

Beside us on a chair sat the blue haired owner of the room stoically reading her book her tall gnarled wizard staff leaned on her chair. Yet as quiet and inconspicuous as she was after casting the sound proofing spell on the room, I swore I caught those cool blue eyes of her dart to the page from watching us.

Swiveling my hips I brushed my prick across the sexy taut dancer's belly Kirche possessed, the muscles underneath her skin contracted in surprised stimulation at the contact with my supernaturally pleasurable prick.

Tabitha’s outward demeanor appeared unfazed, however the signs she was affected as her fingers jolted at the sound told me she was paying very close attention.

“Toin~” Kirche rasped my name in the throes of pleasure from under me, her long wild fiery vermilion hair spread out underneath her like a pool symbolizing her burning passion.

It was an interesting indulgence, a musing from spanking her to orgasm with my dick, I couldn’t help but wonder at the idea of using nothing but my dick to make her cum. It might lack physical stimulation compared to how pounding Kirche might have been. This pleasure was almost as good as it was steeped in several potent layers of sensuality that built on each other.

First was the thrill of having the school tease, who oozed natural sex appeal seducing the academy’s boys by walking past them joyously throwing herself to my mercy. Her bronze jugs with their dark-chocolate nipples jiggled and jerked at the sudden motions of her body.

These must torment these renaissance suckers who’d be hypnotized by the first nice set of knockers they’d see, occasionally my thrusts would batter dimpling into her pliant bronze tits with the bulbous tip of my cock, or slide between them making them wobble from my rough passage between them to stop short of her opened mouth leaving her tongue to flick at empty air.

Running through a rapid series of thrusts scrapping as much of my length over Kirche’s bare skin sending her into a powerful orgasm “Isn't it amazing to be a ‘scratching post’ for a beast?” I teased Kirche. I didn’t care much for how lowly people saw me for just getting summoned by the now tamed cutie Louise was.

“Yesss, defile my body with your baser passions. I can fulfill you far better than that waif of a girl Louise, Toin.” Kirche hissed beckoning to me through clenched teeth as my cockhead prodded her breasts.

Kirche keened and moaned my name with a voice made for sex and wanton desire for me, her husky and sultry voice sung a tantalizing throaty melody to my ears. Her body twisted and squirmed underneath me as her feet kicked at the sheets fruitlessly as her hips bucked from the lightning arcs of pleasure my cock caused from mere contact.

Both were mine to play with to savor the writing throes of pleasure and delight my ears as the littlest shift chafing the veiny pillar on her for a breathy moans and wiggling of her body, a swift thrust lancing up her belly leaving a trail of precum to make her sharply cry in ecstasy with bucking hips and her hands clenching as her arms fought my pinning grip as she came or a prolonged dragging of my balls down the muscles of her belly to have her gasps and wavering breaths as arched her back and thrashed. Those movements were the key to playing her like an instrument.

Then the smoldering gaze in her almost glazed over brown eyes of desire that begged, pleaded whenever I stilled to resume my torment of her. How the girl who’d effortlessly draw the straying eyes of men locked onto me and then topped with her euphoric expressions, a little bit of her lip as she keened, the gorgeous o-face she had with her eyes screwed shut as she cried out as I made her orgasm though none were as primally satisfying as her face of exhausted satisfaction that as I dragged this out for hours grew ever more adoring.

“Use me more sir Toin, polish your divine tool of Brimir on my body~” Kirche cooed as her stomach and my cock grew increasingly glistening from the coat of pre I was applying.

It was all a heady concoction mix with enough physical that left my cock aching and throbbing with such powerful twitches that from its great weight it jumped up and landed on her smooth skin with a slap.

There was a primal thrill and power to seeing a woman cumming her mind out through just bare skin contact with my dick, heaving a deep rumbling breath. I glanced at my other subject in her chair.

In her seat Tabitha still gave the aloof appearance of a bookworm absorbed so deeply into her book the scene in front of her might not have existed. Except while her eyes seemed glued to the book, she was no longer turning the pages, her little chest visibly rose and fell with rapid breaths and the dusting of red on her cheeks told the truth.

I wanted her, she has that same petite body that made me as ravenous as with Louise, or with Kirche’s fuller figure. Little breasts, slim waist and legs with a compact height were as much my thing as big bouncing tits with an ass you could bounce a quarter off of.

Grunting I threw another thrust up the center of Kirche’s body. The layer of pre-cum kept warm with her body heat and let it glide over her flawless bronze skin tingling my prick with pleasant heat from the friction. Kirche cried out as if I was hitting her g-spot as my prick stayed once again outreach of her tongue.

On the chair Tabitha’s body almost imperceptibly stiffened, her feet shifting as she curled her toes and her legs trembled as she must have fought to keep herself from rubbing her thighs together.

Yes, yes. What I wanted with the bluenette was to see if I could break her, or rather tempt her of her own will. To see how long tormenting displays like this would take for my normalies to mold this stoic girl into a willing assistant. Rather than the obligated friend who fetched us dinner and water to keep this extended fuck session going.

Letting go of one Kirche’s arms I traced her lips and sunk my finger into her mouth, she wrapped her lips around the intruding finger with fervent lust. Her cheeks drew in as she sucked on my digit and swirled her tongue suggestively with its skill.

Her arm freed from my grip, Kirche reached to her front to sensually caressed the log of flesh of my cock, her fingers tracing the bulging veins as they could barely wrap half around my girth. She took a firm grip as she stroked my prick, the stimulation hit like a freight train as the missing push I’d been holding back came with full ****.

Guttural grunting I slid back and let go of the resistance to my own orgasm, the wound up tension in my body that had been stoked by the long build up unleashing in a tide of cum surging with every fresh spray, the white curtain flowed over her bronze skin in a growing pool that expanded to envelop her stomach, it washed against against the boulders of her tits painting the bottom of them with a layer of white. A mistake I rectified by raising my cock to spray heavy ropes of cum to decorate the rest of her breasts with fat white ribbons.

By the end I was quite satisfied and breathing raggedly.

“Worth every ecu. Don't you think Tabitha~?” Kirche declared, she dripped a finger into the white ‘dress’ I’d painted onto her. Running it through coating her finger with a glaze of it before bringing it to her mouth to let my seed drip onto her tongue as she languidly lowered the digit into her mouth to lick clean.

I don't know when it happened, but Tabitha had scooted to the edge of her chair with her staff clutched in a white knuckled grip for support as it extended down squeezed between her thigh, her face now with a light blush as she looked down at her lap in what you think was embarrassment that provoked a chortle from Kirche.

Chuckling at her airy declaration, I figure it's been plenty of time for Guiche to complete the task I gave him so I corrected her. “The date isn’t over quite yet, there’s still the finale to this date.”