Under No Obligation

Being ripped from all you know and being tossed into a situation you do not want is a staple of the genre.

Torn from everything you loved, everything you had... and then finding yourself at the mercy and whim of a borderline psychotic nutcase with self esteem and confidence issues was not your idea of fun.

Even worse, your so called 'master', Louise of the very long name ending in Valliere, was apparently void of empathy and considered you little better than an actual animal. Even less than a servant, to the point she even outright told you she did not consider you 'people', when explaining why she was comfortable undressing before you and handing you her frilly underpants for you to go wash.

The pint sized pink terror had apparently made it her life's mission to drive you up the wall, and piss you off every time she so much as looked in your general direction.

Which was why when the very first person to be even remotely nice to you offered you a chance to shack up, you... took it, no questions asked.

Kirche von Zerbst was not the most upstanding person you'd ever met, but she was open and honest about her motivations. She invited you to her room, via flaming lizard, and you followed the happy and well cared for familiar, like the unhappy and abused familiar that you were.

"Well hello there," the blazing hot redhead, Kirche the Ardent, said, as she reclined on her soft and comfy looking bed, giving you a lustful, half lidded stare, showing off her dark, flawless skin covered only by an open gown and some rather fetching lacy undergarments, a purple thong and the aforementioned split gown making her look ravishing.

Your pants were already tight, at just the sight. "Miss Zerbst," you said, giving her an appropriate bow as Louise had drilled into your head, though with far less resistance than you ever had to bowing to Louise.

"Oh dear, what good manners," Kirche said, saucily. "I've heard the little Zero yelling around, and nobody can miss the, ah, rather uncouth treatment you've been subjected to."

You frowned. "I'm not one to besmirch my master's name," you said, evenly.

"A commendable stance," Kirche said. "But you don't have to say anything, everyone's seen it. For something as valued and beloved as a familiar, she treats you worse than a farmer treats their burdenbeasts," Kirche hummed, pensively, "but then, that is the Zero for you. She gets handed a handsome young man by the heavens themselves, and treats him even worse than a slave."

You felt a bit odd, thinking all of this. You'd sort of assumed the entire society was fucked to the point that Louise's treatment of you was raising no eyebrows, but...

"Even the famously uppity and classist Tristainian nobility would find her behavior despicable," Kirche mentioned. "Of course, she does not realize, blaming her lack of magic, when the whispers talk of her boundless cruelty instead..."

You sighed. "It only makes her behavior worse..." you muttered.

"Poor dear," she said, shaking her head. "Well, I cannot do much for you, to interfere in a familiar bond is beyond forbidden, but what I can do is to show you at least some of the care and affection that the Zero's been denying you. Come," she said, opening her arms. "Join me in bed!"

You didn't really need to be told twice. 

Honestly, being shown the remotest bit of sympathy since you arrived here, and by an irresponsibly beautiful woman on top of that? You didn't really have a chance in hell of denying what your body demanded.

You were on her in an instant, and your lips crashed into hers just as quickly. She was hot, not just in the metaphorical sense, and the heat of her body transfered to yours, rising up your own temperature. Soon, you were tossing off the garments that the maids'd had to repair after Louise's outbursts, leaving you quickly even less clothed than Kirche, with only the barest breaks in your attachment, your lips parting only for a moment.

She looked at you, gaze smoky and smile smug and satisfied. "As I suspected," she muttered, "what a waste, to see you with the Zero. Alas, my Flame was my destined partner," she hummed. "Taste me to your heart's content, let the flames of our combined passion overwhelm you!"

A shame indeed, as your hands ran over her body, taking her invitation and using it to the fullest degree. You delighted in hearing her little gasps and moans as you found her sensitive spots, as you found the kind of thing she liked. 

Kirche was open and expressive, voicing her pleasure and giving you direction as you rubbed at her, "right there, ahh, yes, squeeze my breast, just like that- don't stop, don't stop your hand, it feels so good!"

You found a rhythm, playing with her breasts with your left hand, while the right found her moist little pussy, diving under her thong and teasing at the puffy, hairless lips of her bald cunny.

You silenced her with another kiss, though soon her hand found your rock hard cock and began stroking it, and both of you broke apart to moan, before she latched onto your nipple and began swirling her tongue on it.

Together, the two of you explored each other's body further, hands and mouths running over every inch of skin that was exposed, and some that weren't, eventually ending up with you on your back on the bed, while Kirche sat on your lap, rubbing her cloth covered cunt over your throbbing manhood, panting for breath as she did so.

She looked down upon you, smiling and using a hand to flick a lock of hair away from her face. "You've stoked me to the boiling point, my heart is overflowing with passion, I can't bear this heat," she moaned, "I must have you, I want you to melt inside me and fill me up to the brim, I want to taste this magnificent maleness, deep within..."

You grinned. "You're not so bad yourself," you replied, "I'd never imagined I'd meet a woman like you, in so many ways and then some," you said, shaking your head, "in a desolate tundra, you alone are like a blazing fire, giving me warmth and comfort."

She actually giggled a bit, then, her cheeks turning a slightly pinker color than the flush she sported before. "Ah, flattery will get you everywhere with me," she said, leaning down and planting her lips on yours, as she rubbed her crotch with yours.

Soon, however, she lined herself up, using a hand to hold your dick in place and the other to move her underwear to the side and spread open her drooling lower lips. 

She lowered herself, at first seeming confident, then hissing in pain and surprise. "T-Too big," she grunted, "soo, so much,"

She was overflowing with desire and her extraordinarily wet, tight pussy was proof of it.

"It feels so gooooood," she moaned, out loud, "I've, aah, I've never felt this fulfilled," she moaned, "you're, you're worth, aaah, keeping," she muttered, her words breaking up as she moaned and lowered herself further, letting out little unintelligible gasps.

You couldn't even have imagined what was happening to you now, as the molten lava that was Kirche's core wrapped around you, and it truly did seem like she was trying to melt you inside her, her pussy working and massaging your cock even as she lowered herself those deliciously excruciating final inches, until finally her lower lips swallowed you whole, and her ass rested on your thighs.

She breathed heavily, looking down at you with a cheeky smile. "Aah, much, much, much better," she hummed, "don't- you- think~?"

You nodded, grunting as you couldn't trust yourself to not cum the moment you stopped tightening every muscle in your body.

She leaned down and kissed the tip of your nose. "You may release whenever you feel like it, I came the moment you put it in," she whispered, conspirationally, and her entire pussy trembled, almost convulsing around you as you lost control and after the tremendous amount of teasing, rubbing and playing, you finally got to release your first load since you got here, the exaggeratedly thick and plentiful seed filling Kirche to the brim.

She gasped, then let out a long wailing moan, a few tears escaping from the corners of her eyes as she trembled, her pussy going wild on you again.

She hissed almost inaudibly, breathing heavily as she recovered, and only then did you realize you had thrust your hips with all your strength, grabbing onto hers and pressing her against you as you did.

She looked down at you once more, eyes blazing. "Do that again, please," she begged, "do it more, don't stop, keep fucking me all the way to the depths, and pour even more of your blazing hot seed right in my womb!"

Your cock throbbed, and every fiber of your being screamed with desire. Every muscle worked in tandem, every part of your body now dedicated exclusively to the task of fucking Kirche into oblivion.

Again and again, you slammed into her deepest part, her walls parting to allow you access with strong resistance every time you pulled back to thrust again. Above you, maddened with pleasure, Kirche mauled her tits and proclaimed to the world her love.

"I love it, love your cock, love love love it, please never stop, keep fucking me!"

You moaned, your throbbing cock signalling an impending orgasm, as she announced the fifth of the night for her, incoming, at the same time as yours.

Together, you embraced each other, sharing a passionate and loving kiss, her hands pressing your face against hers, even as your fingers sank into the deliciously soft, yet firm and well shaped, dark meat of her ass, while you thrust as hard and deep as you could, kissing the entrance to her womb as you began pouring your dick milk where she liked it best.

Almost as if by reflex, while the two of you were recovering from your shared screaming orgasm, the two of you moved slightly so as to be better placed and more comfortable on bed... and then you looked, by chance, towards the door.

To find your so called master, tears rolling down her cheek, her wand rolling on the floor, as she looked upon the scene of passion, desire and love. Something that with her attitude, you were certain she'd never experience.

Then you kissed Kirche again, and she grinned, before turning to Louise herself. "Do you need anything, Zero? I'd like to get back to getting treated," she said, giving Louise a salacious look, licking her lips as she did, "to some prime grade man meat."

Scrambling, Louise fled, not even bothering to pick up her wand, sobbing as she did.

For a moment, you almost fell bad. Almost. "Do you think I might've been a bit cruel?" Kirche asked, idly.

Then a phantom ache from when she'd decided whipping you with a riding crop was proper punishment for damaging her frilly panties that nearly dissolved in water, after she gave you neither the means, equipment nor direction to wash them properly... and you kissed Kirche again. "No."

Kirche ran her finger down one of the scars, one of the ones that would fade, on your chest. "Yeah... you're right," she said. "Now... let's pick up where we left off..."

And so you continued, enjoying each other's body for as long as your willpower allowed.