Hoonter's Side Stories and What-Ifs

by A Decent Hoonter

Side stuff to my established works that I put to a vote in Discord. From the continuation of the Darius who took that Illager (If you know what I mean), to even canon side stories involving characters outside the main cast. Though knowing Discord, it's probably going to end up being all degenerate stuff.

4. Infont's Legendary Smut Omake

[A Decent Hoonter] (A Craftsman's Handbook to World Domination) Darius' Maid Route

Theme Tags: Vanilla, Porn-with-Plot

Content Tags: Anal, Oral, Vaginal, Maid, Threesome

If there was one thing Darius was sure of in this world, it was that he could use always use a bit more money.

Between his oil, pens and dragon dildos- he was making a pretty profit. But there was no reason not to earn more cash. And to that end, Darius began crafting his latest and soon to be hottest product. Because when you're already selling oil and dildos, you may as well make oil-based lubricants to help with the dildos, but seeing as he was a visionary, he took it one step further and made oil-based aphrodisiac-lubricants. Building upon existing supply chains to launch a new product for minimal cost was not only the next logical step.

It was genius.

Darius patted himself in the back as he got to work in his swanky new workshop/warehouse/safehouse near the Jewel mansion. He needed the additional space and it was nice to have a place of his own to fall back to. It was a modest structure: A former bakery with white-stone walls and red roof tilings- quaint and picturesque, it looked like something from Rome. With the Paragons tournament looming over the horizon, it was really all the space he needed for the foreseeable future.

His navy-blue eyes gave the glass vat of the smooth, clear aphrodisiac-lubricant a once over. A wheelbarrow full of silvers already making tinkling noises in his ears as he thought about the potential profit, he was going to make from this.

But his thoughts were interrupted by the stern-sounding knocking on his door- not his front door, but the armoured door right outside this safe room that he was standing in- which told him that the local killjoy maid has come to ruin his fun, and hadn't even bothered with his front door this time, choosing instead to just jump to the second floor and directly to his safe room door.

Groaning in frustration, Darius walked over to the door, opening it. He winced slightly as the afternoon sunlight shot through the opened gap and right into his face. The third last person he wanted to see greeting him as she stood just outside the door- ranking just a bit better than Daria and the local tax collector.

"I'm busy, Rana. Come back tomorrow." Darius said curtly, before slamming the door in her face- fully intent on making the most of that armoured safe-room door that he had invested in. At least, it would have, if Rana's slender fingers hadn't stopped it in its tracks. Her graceful maid-uniform clad frame sliding into the room with effortless agility just as he applied enough force to slam it shut the door behind her with a resounding metallic clang.

The blonde jade-eyed maid looked at him like he was a particularly disgusting bug- her expression completely unamused as she responded, "Your side business does not excuse you from your training, mongrel."

"We already trained today." Darius rebutted- pinching the bridge of his nose with thinly-veiled frustration. He already knowing where this was going and he was not liking it one bit.

"Yes, we have," she agreed with him evenly, which only clued Darius in that she was about to insult him, "but as expected of a mongrel such as yourself, your performance was disappointingly lackluster- which is precisely why we are doubling our sessions as of today."

Like clockwork. Also, his growth had been amazing- thank you very much. She was just salty about him landing two more solid hits on her than yesterday; and frankly, he wasn't in the mood to humour the frigid maid.

"Denied." He waved her off bluntly, turning his back to her to go back to working on his new product.

"You will not waste the generous opportunity that Lord Jewel had graciously given to your ungrateful and wholly undeserving self!"

"Would you stop tugging, my-" He went to say as his sleeve caught against the output valve of the vat, but Rana would not let him even finish- tugging at him with surprising strength that belied her smaller frame.

"Stop resisting then, you stubborn oaf!" she grunted out, tugging even harder- half-hoping to dislocate his shoulder so that she can helpfully and painfully pop it back in later on. Darius, however, was more durable than that- more worried he was with how the brass of the vat was beginning to deform.

"No, my sleeve, it's caught on the-!"

Unheeding of his words, Rana put all her considerable strength into pulling on his arm. She successfully yanked him to her, making him stumble to her. His shoulder and his sleeve were fine, but something else wasn't. Brass-fasteners and glass buckled before Darius' magically-strengthened sleeve did; and green and navy-blue eyes only had just enough time to widen before the glass vat shattered and a big wave of almost 500 liters of slippery aphrodisiac-lubricant crashed into them with enough force to knock them both off their feet.

And right into each other.

Rana was going to strangle him with her frilly headdress!

Because of the mongrel, she had never felt more unclean in her entire life! She did her best to wipe the disgusting filth that was on top of her- but the slippery fluid that covered Darius made her hands just slide off of him whenever she tried to push him off her. The attempt only made him fall back onto her with a wet splat that sent a splash of slime in every direction.

Covered head to toe in the slime, Rana did her best to ignore the fluttering sensation that bloomed when his larger, more muscular torso fell onto her smaller frame- pinning her to the tiled floor. With Darius laying between her outspread legs and her long black skirt hiked up just above to slender knees, it was an incredibly suggestive position to which she felt tingles go up and down her spine. It was just disgust for him, she told herself. Nothing more.

But more importantly…

"What is this slime that I'm covered in!?" She demanded half-shouting as she glared at him- doing her best to push down on the flutters and tingles and dredge up all the loathing and disgust she can muster. The mongrel for his part had the gall to look unconcerned about it all- in spite of it all, even how he made her heart race with exc- indignation!

"It's the new oil-based aphrodisiac-lubricant that I've been working on and…" he commented dizzily, before a rising realization came to his navy-blue eyes as he made him try to push himself off of her, "I spent all day making thi-!"

Darius promptly lost his grip- slipping and landing his face right into the center of her modest chest- sending an explosion of sensation emanating from her cleavage, up to the tips of her breasts and then exploding like a nova outward to the rest of her body. A shameful sound almost made it out of her mouth before she was able to force it down- substituting it instead with a particularly wet slap rang out as her palm met his cheek.

"A-aphrodisiacs?! Have you no shame!?" Rana shouted in anger and burning embarrassment as she felt her face erupt into a massive blush. And it only grew more as she saw him try once again to get off her, jade green eyes widened in alarm.

Fearing that she would not be able to stifle those shameful sounds from leaving her mouth, she instead shouted at him, "No, don't you dare move, you lummox!"

"I totally didn't deserve that slap… but I wouldn't say no to staying here." He muttered in a half-amused and half-resigned tone from his face's position in her soft cleavage, a red hand print burning on his cheek, "It's supposed to wear off after an hour or two or..."

"Or?" She prompted him, already feeling the effects of the aphrodisiac as she drank in the feeling of Darius' toned physique pressing against her wet maid's uniform. Her heart beat madly as Darius' warm breath tickled against the center of her chest- sending ripples of pleasure echoing out from her breasts once again.

"Or after a few orgasms." He answered with his usual smirk.

But Rana was more preoccupied with the feeling of her student's toned body between her legs…

"I feel hot and feverish…" She muttered to him shakily as the ache in her lower stomach throbbed with a smoldering heat. The warmth of his body seeping through her clothes and only adding to her problems.

"Uh, yeah…" He replied blankly, "Aphrodisiacs tend to do that."

"This aphrodisiac…" She ventured unsure, turning her face away from him- unable to look at him as she gulped down the saliva of her suddenly watering mouth, "I- I can't return to the manor like this…"

She really could not. She would rather be on sick leave for the first time in her service to House Jewel than to resume her duties in such a shameful state. But a little voice in the back of her mind that was steadily growing louder told her that she could have both and all she needed to do was…

Rana's bit her lip nervously at the thought. Her first time? With the mongrel? He was far from attractive in her eyes: The mere fact that he was fairly handsome with his navy-blue eyes and had prodigious potential with the sword and impressively strong with his broad chest and muscled biceps did not mean that he was attractive to her in any way though!

But still…

She pursed her lips as she peered her jade green eyes down at him- at his own navy-blue eyes and that warm, fluttering feeling in her stomach which she told herself was disgust only grew.

"Y-You'll have to take responsibility and… and like the uncivilized beast you are…" she rasped out with her dry mouth, her hot core clenching as the next three words left her lips, "Take my virginity."

"Oh?" He muttered with that amused and insufferably smug voice that irritated her ears to no end, "My prideful and always dignified longsword instructor begging me to pop her cherry?"

His larger hands slid up along her sides- just the feeling of warmth from them alone was enough to make her shiver. Rana felt her breath hitch as he undid her apron- the soaked white fabric making a wet splat as he tossed it to the corner of the room. And as if a switch flipped in her mind, a vengeful gleam came to her jade green eyes as she brought a hand sliding down to Darius' crotch- gripping the thick length through the soaked fabric. A hiss of pleasure escaped his mouth just as a smug grin grew on hers.

"You yourself are not exactly going in a state to say anything but yes, mongrel!" she whispered victoriously, moving her soft palm up and down the throbbing length. The lustful haze helping her to ignore the panicked, embarrassed screaming at the back of her mind at how she was fondling the riffraff through his trousers.

Huffing to stifle his own noise of pleasure, Darius' surprisingly dexterous fingers undoing the buttons of her uniform's black dress with a speed that she found unsurprising. But Rana still looked away as the black dress of her uniform fell open right down the middle- revealing her lacy, pure-white bra, panties and stockings. She shut her jade green eyes tight as she felt not only her humiliation rise, but also her burning arousal.

Just the feeling of Darius' navy-blue eyes roaming up and down her barely-clothed body, tracing every little design on her lacy bra, appraising how her panties were soaked not from the aphrodisiac but from… She stopped that train of thoughts as she gritted her teeth, the burning fire in her lower belly growing even hotter at having Darius see her in such an exposed state; but his next comment stopped her thoughts dead in their tracks.

"I always knew that you were beautiful." He whispered softly- almost lovingly. No doubt taking on that specific tone just to catch her off-balance by sending tingles up and down her spine.

"B-be silent, your compliments are unwanted." She snapped at him angrily, ignoring how his compliment made her heart do backflips in delight, "If it weren't for the aphrodisiac, I would never have found you attractive."

Absolutely unphased, Darius only ran his hands up and down her side- from the waistband of her white panties to just the outside of her matching bra's cups, all while wearing a shit-eating grin on his face saying, "But that doesn't change the fact that you do now."

"Don't be so full of yoursel-"

Her words died almost instantly as Darius pushed the cups of her bra's up and over her modest B-cups. Jade green eyes and navy-blue ones locked onto the fair-skinned mounds of creamy vanilla topped with petite little strawberry pink nipples. One pair of eyes alight in mortification and the other in fiendish delight.

…

Rana felt cool air brush against the bare skin of her breasts as the seconds passed by in complete silence, the blonde maid having a thousand potential reaction in her head but unable to pick one. Anger, Embarrassment, Lust… each emotion carrying a thousand different words but not one of them she could settle on. Darius however had only one though, and with a pleased grin, he voiced it without any hesitation.

"You have a nice pair of tits, Rana."

And promptly enclosed each creamy-soft mound in his hands, his thumb flicking her stiff pink tips as they passed by. And this time, Rana was unprepared for the sensations that followed, a rough moan of pure pleasure escaping past her soft pink lips as Darius expertly played with her bare breasts- the firm and perky mounds molding slightly around his fingers with each knead and stroke.

"O-of course!" She tried to respond without moaning again and failing miserably, "Even riffraff such as yourself should be able to appreciate beauty this obvious."

She did not possess a large bust by any means. And though she would never admit it, she always felt a minuscule sting of envy whenever she saw Lady Citrine or Lady Opal and their more substantial assets. So seeing the mongrel be so entranced by hers for a change was vindicating to her pride as a woman.

"Maybe." Darius replied with a sly smirk, "Let's see if you taste as good as you look."

Then his smug mouth lowered onto one stiff pink nipple and Rana's sight flashed white as rough tongue flicked against the sensitive tip. Accompanying her loud moan was the sudden squelch of her panties, sodden with her arousal. She tried to squeeze her thighs shut but instead found them wrapping around Darius' waist instead- the lacy white stockings that reached up to her mid-thigh wrapping around his usual outfit.

His licking and suckling didn't seem to stop, so attached that his mouth was to her breast that it seemed stuck to his lips.

"Yess! That's it, you mongrel!"

Then he abruptly stopped, letting the perky tit fall from his mouth and letting the soft yet firm flesh bounce and sway- the cool air tickling her throbbing pink nipple. Before she could protest, Darius' navy-blue eyes locked onto her jade green ones- a serious look on his features. She recognized that look- it was the same one he gave her when they first sparred. That challenging look of defiance that made his navy-blue eyes look like raging oceans about to swallow her whole- telling her that she could take ground from underneath his feet and he would stand firm.

And just like back then…

…it really turned her on when he looked at her like that.

For a minute or two, he simply stared are her like that- the soaked fabric of his shirt clinging to the chiseled stone-like muscles underneath. The indoor lanterns of the room casting making his body cast a looming shadow on her. It did things to her body: She had never felt so aroused and so utterly wet in her life.

"You're going to stop calling me that." he finally spoke- his voice deep and guttural with lust.

Any other woman would have buckled under such a voice. But Rana wasn't just any woman, something else rose up from her heart- a sort of daring that a dignified maid would never allow herself to feel. Jade green eyes seemed to glow at his challenge, and a self-satisfied smile widened on her soft lips- making Darius seem to flinch ever so slightly at her sudden defiant expression.

"Why don't you make me?" Rana heard her voice say in a sultry tone.

It was a challenge.

A challenge fueled by a volatile mix of her derision and lust for him. Because despite how attractive Darius may be with his navy-blue eyes, toned body and fiery determination; in her eyes, he was still an unwashed knave who had wormed its way into the noble house that she had been happily serving since childhood. Her slender hand once again found that throbbing hot length hidden in his trousers- her vicious smirk emboldening as she saw him shiver slightly as she enunciated her next three word with a firm grasp around the thick girth and challenging stroke of her fingers.

"Make me." She stated again with just as much bravado- uncaring for the bead of nervous sweat that trailed down the side of her face. She knew full well that he would fail at it- Rana knew that she was too much woman for him. And she was going to break his arrogance by driving that point home. Sexually.

"You. Filthy. Mongrel."

"You haughty bitch." Darius fired back with a dark growl.

Despite how she looked incredibly enticing and sexy with her maid uniform acting as a blanket underneath her almost naked body, her perky B-cup mounds swaying and completely bare, her long legs covered in only her white stockings and garter belt and her lacy white panties sheer from moisture clinging to the puffy and thoroughly aroused feminine lips underneath. Despite it all…

He had just about enough of her shit.

More than enough actually. Adrenaline shot into his veins as his entire being told him to put her in her place. Using his dexterity advantage over her, Darius unbuckled his pants with one hand and he used his other hand to tear off her panties straight from her hips like it was paper.

Rana's jade green eyes had only a split second to widen in surprise at the sudden loss of her panties before she found all eight inches of Darius' thick length bottoming out in her virgin pussy- filling her up more completely than she had ever dreamt possible.

"AHH~!" She moaned out loud enough for it echo throughout the walls, completely unable to stop it. How could she? When every fold and crevice of her inner walls suddenly finding hot throbbing man meat stretching them out in such a way that it sent massive tremors of pleasure shooting all across her body that drove her to an uncontrollable scream of pleasure.

"That's a good scream… because that'll be the only thing that I'm going to be hearing from you from now on." Darius intoned threateningly as he pulled his hips back until only the head remained- giving Rana's glazed green eyes just enough time to admire his entire shaft glistening with her juices before he mercilessly slammed it all back into her.

And he punctuated his bold declaration by doing it again, scraping against her sensitive insides with the thick head of his manhood as he pulled out before plunging all of it to the very back of her. in and out with little care for being gentle with her. Rana's only saving grace was that she was already soaking wet with both lubricants and her own arousal when he did. And it pleased Darius to no end when Rana shut her eyes and kept screaming her pleasure, her usual voice that she coldly used to endlessly taunt and chide him now thoroughly feminine and frantic as she unabashedly shouted and wordlessly screamed her pleasure.

His longsword instructor was apparently a screamer.

All of his frustrations for her, her treatment of him for all the time they've known each other, he poured into his thrusting. Lubricant and her nectar were sent splattering into the air with each brutal thrust- fully intent on claiming her thirsting womanhood as his own- fully intent on molding the insides of her clenching vagina to suit his cock.

"Yess! Yesyesyes! YESSS!" Rana's melodious voice screamed out every time he bottomed out into her- thoroughly enjoying the thick manhood that was filling up her insides so deliciously full.

Darius, as well, was thoroughly enjoying the blonde maid's tight pussy- relishing at the feeling of how her velvety soft folds would cling to his shaft with every thrust- squeezing tight around him as he slammed his hips against hers. Rana's perfectly-shaped thighs achieving a perfect balance between toned firmness and feminine softness as he slammed the edges of his hips against them.

Her modest chest bounced and jiggled with every rough thrust. The tasty candy-pink nipples swaying around enticingly atop each perky mound as his savage thrust found a rhythm against one of the more sensitive spots in his longsword instructor's tight little pussy. Taking one hand, he grasped one handful of bouncing breast- kneading as he pinched the pebble-hard nipple between two fingers. The combination of fucking her exceedingly wet and tight pussy with fondling her bare breast in one hand was indescribably satisfying.

"Fuck, you've got a great body…" he tsked as he felt his orgasm appear just over the horizon so to speak. He just might have to pace himself at this rate.

Jade green eyes opened as Rana felt the minute change in tempo, and Darius almost paused his thrusting as she locked eyes with him- the widest shit-eating smirk he had ever seen from her now decorating her face. That wasn't a good sign.

"Hehehehe…" Rana uncharacteristically chuckled- her green eyes shining with a malicious light and her inner walls suddenly clenching tighter in coordinated pulses that seemed to milk his shaft every time he bottomed out, "I knew it: Despite all that bravado, you're nothing but a beastly mongrel unable to control his own desires."

"Shut up!" Darius barked at her, putting even more force in each of his thrusts and changing the angle of his thrusts so that the tip cam - enough to slide her forward just a centimeter or two along the floor while the precum-leaking tip of his cock battered down the entrance to her womb. His warm hands kneading the soft flesh of breasts as he used them to stabilize himself.

"Ahhnn~" She moaned- her jade green eyes slightly glazed over with pleasure, but that infuriatingly victorious smile still stuck on her lips.

"W-where are your bold declarations now, you riffraff? I don't need to be experienced to know that you're getting closer. Barely even a 2/10 with your other sword as well, I see." She laughed in his face, mercilessly goaded him as if she wasn't letting him go raw and balls deep into her virgin pussy.

Still, her taunting made Darius growl- he wasn't about to let her get a rise out of him. He knew for a fact that Rana was getting close as well, and he gave zero fucks that this was becoming a contest on who would cum first. Because it sure as hell wasn't going to be him!

"Your taunting might be annoying as fuck, but it's not going to make me cum first. But this will definitely make you closer though…" He grunted, as he reached a hand down to where they were connected, a smirk on his lips as Rana took on a look of surprise- right before it morphed into a long howling moan as her sensitive little clitoris met his fingertips.

"Don't bother going through with an attack like that if it's not going to keep them down. Your opponent won't be fazed by something like that, so you'll leave yourself open." Darius quoted her lesson back to her, as he moved his fingers faster. His edge over her in dexterity showing as he deftly fondled the throbbing pink pearl with his fingers: Stroking the quivering underside, pulling back the hood, swirling his fingertips across it and gently flicking it every so often. Silky golden hair pressed against the tiled floor as Rana threw her head back in pleasure- her slender hips bucking to meet his thrusts.

"And my beautiful and horny instructor is wide open right here, isn't she?"

The light brushing the pad of his fingertip across the sensitive underside of her swollen little nub turned into a firmer stroking- making him wince a bit as Rana's insides tightened immeasurably around his cock.

But still, Darius couldn't help but smirk down to her again, feeling that he had this in the bag and goddamn was it satisfying. Watching this normally frigid maid toss and turn underneath him because of him. Watching her toned body with her soft feminine curves squirm in undeniable pleasure. Watching that victorious smile on her face morph into a wide O of pleasure the combination of her sensitive clit being played with and the deepest parts of her pussy being prodded by the leaking tip of his cock- smearing her womb's vulnerable entrance with his milky white precum.

A pale, slender hand shakily reached up to him- resting on his broad chest.

"No!"

And promptly shoved him back, Rana's considerable strength making it seem like he weighed nothing to her hands. Darius grunted as his back met the wall with a meaty thud- he had completely forgotten about how she was actually physically stronger than him, what with magic element of Lapis flowing through her veins.

Not that it stopped her from gasping like she was out of breath.

He watched as every breath she took was laden with an almost desperate sort of need- her firmer usually stonily unflappable expression flushed red from her own lust as she sat still with her arm outstretched from pushing him. Her pale stocking clad legs still splayed and showing her tight entrance that been accepting every inch of his cock seconds ago was now clamping shut once again. The mess of juices and virginal blood still staining her inner thighs. Now free from the Rana's hot little pussy, Darius just hissed as cool air met his shaft- still slick with her juices.

An angry surge of frustration coursed through him: He was already getting close but now the damn coward stopping things, and now neither of them was going to come today! A hard look warped his face into a sneer and he was just about to taunt her himself when he noticed the sight of her crawling on all fours to him. Her uniform was left behind on the floor as the only articles of clothing left on her were her white lacy garter belt and stockings. Her jade green eyes smoldering with desire and daring as her tight derriere swayed in the air like a cat's tail.

"I'm…" she panted. Slender hands found broad shoulders, gripping them almost gently as her jade green met his navy-blue as she half-angry and half-moaning, "… not going to lose to a mongrel like you!"

Reaching him, she climbed onto his lap, stocking-clad legs on either side of his. Neither said a word as her dripping wet entrance came into contact with the tip of his considerable shaft and sent a burst of pleasure swept across their bodies at the contact. Though neither would admit it, the truth was that both of them were so close already; and both were resolved to make the other cum before they did- which was soon.

Moaning softly, Rana moved her hips in small circles- further teasing the tip with a wet kiss from her glistening wet netherlips as she whispered to Darius, "I will have the proof of your surrender, mongrel."

Then she dropped her hips down- her quivering snatch accepting Darius' throbbing hot shaft down to the hilt. Already close to the edge, Rana couldn't help but let loose a small whimper as his thick shaft filled her up completely- throbbing against every sensitive spot in her wet, velvety walls. Unlike when she was underneath him, the new position she took on his lap made it difficult for him to cheat with his fingers on her clit.

It didn't help either of them that this new position was just so good. It allowed Rana to make use of her enhanced strength to give every delicious womb-deep thrust of Darius' hot cock just that bit more force. But it was the shameless sounds of their frantic fucking- the wet meaty slaps of their hips slamming against each other, the squelching of her pussy juice suddenly being displaced by the long inches of his thick cock- that made Rana clench even tighter around him.

"It's going so deep in me!" Rana exclaimed rapturously- her eyes closed as she ground her hips more forcefully- as if she wanted to break his pelvis with her efforts to stuff his cock deeper into her thirsting pussy. A normal man would have appreciated such efforts, but not Darius- not just then.

Gritting his teeth, Darius all but growled at how the tables seemed to have turned- the suffocatingly tight grip her inner walls had on the length of his shaft was a bit too pleasurable for him. And worse still, Rana noticed his distress- A victorious smirk once again on her lips. And despite being close as well, she couldn't help but taunt him further.

"There, there…" She feigned reassuring him, her beautifully flushed and panting face wearing a wicked smile, "A mongrel like you should- AH!"

Sucking in air through gritted teeth, Darius tried his best to meet every single of Rana's downward thrust- the force of every single one of them echoing through out Rana's petite body. The desperate sense of urgency climbing as the both their finishes crept closer and closer with each savage thrust of throbbing cock into tight little pussy. Until finally, they came to the conclusion of this little competition of theirs.

Like two masters of the sword facing off against each other- one blow would decide the outcome of this battle.

Then she slammed her slender hips down with every ounce of Lapis-reinforced strength she could muster. That is to say- enough to break the hips of a lesser man. But for Darius- a man whose pride was on the line- he simply met her thrust halfway and slammed past Rana's virgin tight inner walls and punching the thick cockhead right into her most sacred place.

And the victor was… Darius.

"AAAHHHHNN~!"

Rana's voice now rose to unadulterated feminine scream of pleasure as she came hard around Darius' throbbing pillar of cock. Her inner walls clenching around him like a velvet-covered vice as her juices coated every inch of his shaft until it started squirting out from where they were connected. Her slender hands squeezed down on his shoulders painfully as she did her best to grind her hips to be as close as possible to Darius' and in doing so make sure that he reached the deepest parts of her with his cock.

"Rana!" Darius cried out her name as the wild milking and pulsing of Rana's insides also triggered Darius orgasm.

Holding the blonde maid by her hips as he forced her down one last time down to the hilt of his cock and slamming the throbbing tip of his shaft home. Right into Rana's vulnerable womb before it began shooting rope after rope of hot cum.

The sensation of virile cum thudding against the back of her womb seemed to trigger a consecutive climax in Rana. Her beautiful voice's once flagging moans shooting right back up into wailing moan of pleasure- the hot cum clinging to the top of her womb dripping down along her womb's walls to form that steaming pool of white that settled at the bottom. And as it settled down, so did Darius and Rana.

"Looks like I won." Darius finally announced, still panting as he pulled her slender flushed-pink body against him, "You're going to have to call me by my name now."

Rana's jade green eyes, still in a haze of lust from two consecutive orgasms, flicked to him as she muttered breathlessly, "We… never agreed to such a thing, mongrel."

"The hard way it is then." Darius whispered, the visceral glee in his voice was unmistakable- as if he was counting on her to say that. And though still clouded with pleasure, Rana couldn't help but feel alarm bells tolling in the back of her head.

And sure enough, Darius made his move. He coupled that threatening whisper with a playful little thrust that made her almost lose her grip on her remaining dignity. Just before he pushed her back onto the ground- her cheek to the floor as she knelt with her back facing him- the pert, toned rear of that only an accomplished swordswoman can have raised up in the air for him to admire. And not once did he slip out of her too, the change in position sending sparks of pleasure that threatened to reignite yet another climax from her.

"No, don't you dare move!" She tried to hiss angrily, but the bite was absent from her words, replaced with an almost-pleading tone, "I'm still too sensitive!"

Not that Darius didn't hear her, only that he no longer gave a fuck. Her weak-sounding protests told him that he had the upper hand, and he was determined to press the advantage for all it was worth. And he pressed that advantage right against the trembling pink rosebud between her tight derriere. The sheer look of helpless panic that Rana wore from her face's place against the floor was a sight that he'd likely treasure forever.

"What?! No, you stupid mongrel!" Rana cried out, green eyes widen open more in panic than in anger, "Wrong hole! wrong ho- Ungggh!"

Rana's cry of discomfort out as Darius mercilessly stuffed her tight rear end with every inch of his still-hard shaft. And with that, Darius claimed Rana's anal virginity as well. He was of the opinion that she should have been grateful that they were already incredibly lubricated from his spilled product, otherwise both cases would have been a lot more painful for her.

"Fuck Rana, your ass is tight!" Darius exclaimed as he gripped the two firm globes of Rana's deliciously toned ass- relishing how her sphincter squeezed down almost painfully around the base of his shaft. The insides of her slippery bowels were hot like a furnace. However, Rana herself seemed less than pleased, if her furious glare was anything to go by.

"You incorrigible brute! That's-!" She growled, before her body visibly trembled as if she was cold- despite the unexpected penetration actually making her body feel so hot, "You're not supposed to be there!"

"But you're clenching so tight around me, Rana." Darius teased, a palm kneading the creamy smooth skin of her ass cheeks, "Could it be that House Jewel's ever-dignified maid likes it up the ass?"

"No! Never, I wou-" she began to bark at him, but was cut off by Darius leaning in and began shallowly sawing in and out- getting a feel of her bowels. His sawing gradually grew longer to get a better feel of her slimy insides- the action making the blonde maid clench her eyes shut. But not as hard as her pink little asshole clenched as it resisted every little movement of his cock regardless of the whether it was to pull back or to push back in.

"Don't! You mo-"

And Darius once again didn't give her any time to finish her thoughts as he pull his hips back, dragging his thick manhood out until only the head remained and began pounding her rear- hard and fast and utterly without mercy. Jade green eyes snapped open as his hips met her ass in a juicy slap, her pupils narrowed into pinpricks- slow to react as Darius had already begun thrusting in and out.

"Stop! It's feeling strange!" She shouted- her melodic voice in a reluctant moan that echoed against the walls.

With a voice like that, he interpreted that she wanted the opposite- slamming his hips harder and harder against her firm rear as he gripped and pawed and spanked each of the flawlessly smooth globes of deliciously lithe ass. And over the course of the next few dozen thrusts, Rana's half-hearted and almost subtly pleading protests of "N-not so rough!" and "You brutish mongrel!" gradually turned into tiny whimpers as she did her best to stifle them. Darius found that really cute and also a challenge to thrust even harder- he wanted hear her scream in pleasure again like she did when he was fucking her pussy.

So he stepped up, literally, he planted his feet firmly to tiled floor so that he could gain a bit more leverage in ass-fucking the blonde maid into the ground with even more force, each downward slam of his hips against her rear making her ass cheeks recoil and jiggle slightly from the impact. The small whimpers that she had been trying to stifle slowly but surely rising in volume until that melodious voice of hers reached that pleasured scream that he was familiar with.

"ah… Ahn~! Aaaahhh~!"

Darius grinned victoriously at the sound, keeping up the pace that he was pounding her- fully intent on cementing yet another victory by making her cum from getting fucked in the ass. But he still knew what he was really after- he was going to get her to call him by his name. Even if he had to fuck her ass all day and all night long. But first…

"I'm going to cum in your ass, Rana!" He announced with a proud sense of excitement as if he was yelling Bingo rather than roughly sodomizing his lithe and sexy long sword instructor. He found the widest shit-eating grin that he was wearing to be more than comfortable as he picked up the pace even more- loving the feeling of Rana's wet pussy lips, still leaking white with his cum, kissing his sack like it was begging him to pour all of its hot contents deep into her bowels.

"Cuhmming~!" Rana cried out loud- even louder than when she came with her pussy- her tight anus clenching almost suffocatingly tight around his cock.

And with a loud groan, Darius came as well- plunging the tip of cock as deep as it could go into Rana's tight little ass- a torrent of hot, white cum spurting into her colon in long white ropes shooting one after the other- coating her insides white. Panting, he finally pulls out of Rana's slimy, cum-filled rear hole- the abused opening gaping slightly at the sudden loss and leaking a bit of his cum. At the loss of his hands supporting her, Rana fell to her side - her legs slamming her holes and keeping the steamy contents inside their respective holes.

"Fuck, you're a good lay, Rana- from the front and the back." He commented, cleaning his cock with a clean disinfectant rag that he had been handy nearby. Navy-blue eyes appraised the sight before him: the panting and flushed form of his incredibly sexy longsword instructor clad only in her stockings and garter belt that he had been too busy fucking her to remove. Her modest chest jiggling perkily with every shuddering breath she took as she lay on her side. Jade green eyes glazed and staring a thousand yards away. Both her pink little pussy's puffy lips and her ass cheeks flushed red from the pounding he gave her.

The sight of which made Darius weigh the pros and cons of just sliding back in. His dick twitched at the thought of turning Rana into his personal butt slut.

"Darius…" An almost inaudible murmur from the still mostly unresponsive Rana broke him out of his reverie, and he could help but grin wide.

A victorious feeling exploded in his chest: He won!

"…is a filthy mongrel."

And the good feeling was gone. He hadn't won- not completely at least, and he felt his grin turn positively feral as the implications of that settled in. After all, he was looking for an excuse to keep fucking her in both of her holes, and he got it. Scooping her up in his arms, he saw her blush as he held in a princess carry and carted her off to the small bedroom that he set up in the side room. It was sparse as far as bedrooms go, but he was grateful that he had the foresight to invest in a good double-sized bed.

Onto which, he dropped her almost gently on, her trembling body bouncing slightly on the soft mattress before it found Darius once again looming over it- his navy-blue eyes raking their gaze over her naked body. Her modest B-cups rising and falling with each shuddering breath she took. Slender arms and hands curling onto her torso, almost but not quite covering herself. A light sheen of sweat coated the toned musculature of her thighs and arms and thighs - the same ones that turned her into a formidable storm of blades in their spars- was hidden under flawlessly smooth flushed-pink skin.

But most of all was the uncharacteristic look of shyness- green eyes of the smoothest jade looking at him questioningly above blushing cheeks. Soft yet firm pink lips parted slightly with each hot breath.

"Dari-" she caught herself before she could say his name, "You mongrel, what are you staring at?"

But the bite from her words were gone, replaced with an almost affectionate lilt as she tried to shield herself from his gaze. Her coy gasp slipped out though as his hands advanced to her grasping her ankles in each hand and promptly raising them to her shoulders- folding her over that exposed her already thoroughly fucked holes to him. Her quivering pink lips bubbling cum from its depths as the thick white liquid streamed down to her pink little rosebud- enticingly lubricating it for a possible round two.

"Two syllables of my name, that's progress at least." Darius finally commented, navy-blue eyes relishing in the silver of fear/arousal in Rana's jade green- just before casually plunging himself back into her tight asshole and earning a loud howling moan from her as he once again hilted every inch of his throbbing hot cock down to the hilt. "Now let's see how much can you keep it up until my name is the only thing that you can say."

And as he once again went full force on her rear entrance, for the first time since they started, Rana screamed his name.

"DARIUS~!"

And it would be far from the last time, either.

As the warm yellow glow of the early afternoon sun began to stream through the manor's windows, Rana marched hurriedly through the manor. Garbed in a freshly pressed maid uniform with her golden blonde hair perfectly braided and done, she was the portrait of a professional maid.

At that thought, Rana's soft pink lips pursed into a tight, nervous line.

If only she felt the same as she looked, because she was once again reporting to Lord Raynaldus in his studies that her duties as the head maid of House Jewel had been fulfilled. The only caveat was that they were yesterday's duties, and she had only returned to the manor's premises not two minutes ago.

What she had been doing beyond those two minutes was still incredibly fresh in her mind- the evidence of the deeds was gathered in a still-warm pool in the back of her vagina and colon. The seemingly endless cycle of sex and sleep and occasional snacking followed by more sex all blurring together in a pleasurable haze.

All while neglecting her maidly duties for an entire day: It was beyond unseemly of her.

Worse still, if not for the health potions that Darius had in stock, she would still have been insensate and her legs unresponsive. She was also forced into owing him a favour from having him retrieve a fresh set of clothes from her quarters. In summary, it was the single most embarrassing and unbecoming action of her entire life, but did she regret that night she shared with him?

Ignoring the phantom sensations of pleasurable tingles in her still slightly sensitive areas, Rana clenched her hands into fists. She could not find it in her to make it a definite 'Yes.'

She did not know what to make him anymore. On one hand, he looked like that man- even had a similar name to him. But on the other, he was a more than adequate study in the longsword, he often showed surprising displays of intelligence and cunning, and he could be touchingly affectionate when he wanted to with his navy-blue eyes looking down to her as they-

Rana shook her in exasperation. She would sort out her thoughts on a later date: Professionals do not let their idle thoughts run rampant while working.

Rapping her knuckles lightly on the mahogany door, Rana did her best to push down the bundle of worry and nerves in her stomach as she waited until the faint beckoning "Come in" from Lord Jewel sounded from behind the door. Slipping inside, she saw Lord Raynaldus reclining comfortable in his plush red-velvet armchair by the window- a cup of tea in hand.

Her footsteps, near silent from the soft carpet, came to a halt a few paces from where Lord Jewel sat. Immaculately garbed in a more martial dressing that day- a steel blue military coat with gold trimmings and brass buttons inlaid with pearls- the nobleman who was no stranger to battle cut an imposing silhouette and not even his advanced age could truly strip away his commanding aura. This was the man that she had undoubtedly disappointed. Inhaling deeply, but inaudibly, Rana prepared to make her case.

"My Lord Jewel, my deepest apologies!" Rana all but shouted with her head bowed- raising her voice to the loudest possible without being impolite, "My unexcused absence was the height of irresponsibility, I will accept whatever punishment you deem sufficient."

Raynaldus simply gave her an amused smile, steel blue eyes twinkling as he stood up from his plush red-velvet armchair- steaming cup of Earl Grey tea in hand as he gazed out the window and to his expansive estate's gardens.

"I admit…" he began, his broad back still facing her, "… when you didn't return at the appointed hour with your usual impeccable promptness, I was worried. Enough so that I had immediately raised the alarm with the house guard and took up my own sword."

Rana expected as much, but still she was touched that Lord Raynaldus would be so concerned for her. Still bowing deeply, she let him continue as he calmly took a sip from his tea, "They secured the manor while I personally led a retinue to young Darius' workshop."

Her body tensed like metal under heavy load and at the verge of snapping. Jade green eyes widened in terror and pupils narrowed to pinpricks.

No… he couldn't mean…?

"Imagine my surprise when I discovered that his workshop was not sound-proofed when we heard your moans!" Raynaldus exclaimed, practically announcing her shameful exclamations to everyone in earshot.

"M-my Lord!?" She almost screamed as she practically jumped back- her passive expression immediately exploding into a fiery blush of complete scandalization as Raynaldus' serious expression turned jolly as he guffawed heartily- head thrown back and his laughter echoing through the room.

"You have a beautiful voice, have you considered taking singing lessons?" He suggested light-heartedly.

"Lord Jewel!" She half-screeched and half-begged as her nuclear red blush burned her face.

"Fret not." He continued, unheeding of her distress, "His neighbors had already been suitable compensated for the noise."

Raynaldus only continued to chuckle into his tea as Rana tried her best to clutch onto what little composure and poise she could- struggling to maintain her posture when she wanted to sink into the floor. Her saviour and employer had heard her. Heard her have such scandalously inappropriate sex with the man that she was supposed to be training in the longsword.

In a way she certainly did train him his longsw-

Her mind instantly squashed down the innuendo. This was all Darius fault!

Raynaldus laughter eventually faded into a simple amused smile as he graciously allowed her to regain her dignity- or whatever scrap of it she could. He graciously allowed her a few minutes to compose herself. She managed to push her embarrassment until only a dusting of a red blush remained on her smooth cheeks.

His sharp eyes, steel hidden underneath settled on her, and Rana immediately understood that it was time to be serious, standing straight like a soldier under inspection- her leather boots' heels clicking crisply.

"You've lain with him." he spoke plainly but calmly- sparing her from further embarrassment as his expression turned serious. "Does that signify that you hold him in a much higher regard than before?"

Rana gave a crisp nod before replying.

"Darius has proven himself several times over- I have complete confidence that I've trained him sufficiently to best all the Paragons in the tournament." She responded, knowing fully well that it was a non-answer. After all, she didn't know what the answer to that question herself.

Raynaldus only hmm'ed contemplatively, then his expression turned stony, as did the tone of his voice. "Rana."

She immediately stiffened at that steely tone of voice- the one that he had made perfectly clear held the weight of his honour as a knight and the honour of House Jewel. This was the steel that lay underneath Lord Raynaldus' generous and light-hearted character.

"You are dismissed from your service to House Jewel." Raynaldus told her firmly- his stature may as well have been made of granite from how his voice brooked no room for argument. And Rana's entire world seemed to come crashing down. Frozen stiff in disbelief, she barely heard her now former master's next words.

"Effective immediately." He punctuated without a hint of sadness or apology in his voice.

Rana wanted to protest, to plead to him that she did not deserve to be dismissed. She did not deserve this! It was true that her absence was worthy of punishment, but surely this punishment was disproportionate to her misstep. She was not even culpable for the accident that occurred in Darius' workshop- it was an unfortunate accident, nothing more.

So how was it that she was discharged from service over it?

And though, she hid it well. Her mouth was suddenly as dry as a desert and her breath seemed short in panic. This had been a prominent subject in her nightmares- to see the day when she had disgraced herself so completely that even her saviour would wash his hands of her. Worse still, she really could not blame anyone- surprisingly not even Darius. She had only herself to blame.

"I-" her lips paused mid-sentence, to hide both their trembling and how her voice was about to crack, "I understand, milord. I shall gather my possessions and vacate the premises as soon as possible."

Seeing as Lord Raynaldus had nothing to say to her. She bowed deeply, once again, "I thank you for the years of service that you have permitted me to serve under House Jewel, Milord."

And she meant it.

Her being saved from a life of being a Lapis-dependent pillager will always be worthy of gratitude. Her subsequent employment under House Jewel- the years she spent with Lady Citrine and Lady Opal? Seeing their smiles, hearing their laughter- all those moments and memories? Rana would not exchange them for anything else.

Her vision began to turn blurry as shamefully unprofessional tears began glazing her eyes. She simply did not expect to be turned away so abruptly. Hurriedly, she turned to leave- trembling hands turning the doorknob before she stepped out. Only when the door had shut behind her that Rana allowed herself to breath an unsteady sigh.

Screwing her eyes shut, she willed herself to maintain composure, pushing down the unsightly urge to cry- she may have just been kicked out of the only home she'd known all her life- but she would not. Taking a deep breath, she resolved to calmly pack up her things and leave with dignity. That is until her jade green eyes- glittering with unshed tears to meet Darius' navy-blue eyes as he stood a bit down the hallway, so distracted she was that she did not notice him there.

"Rana?" He called to her- concern laced into his voice as he said her name.

"It's nothing." She tried to reassure him nonchalantly, but her voice cracked instead- hinting the barest silver of how vulnerable and utterly lost she was feeling at the moment, "I-if you'll excuse me."

"Hey…" He whispered, reaching out to her but she only recoiled. Her trembling form

And for the first time in her life, Rana ran away from a confrontation.

With Spada tied to her waist and her brown-leather suitcase in one hand, Rana had headed out to vacate the property with what little worldly possessions she had. Past the warmly lit hallways that she had just cleaned not two days ago, past the trimmed hedges of garden brimming with flowers and whistling birds, down the cobblestone steps and past the wrought iron gates that she shut behind her with a resounding clang.

She dared not look back to the place that she had called home for most of her life- little sense in tormenting herself like so.

And even though she had been walking aimlessly for less than an hour, a bone-deep tiredness forced her to find a place to rest her feet and that's when she found herself at sitting at the al fresco of a small cafe that she often visited with Lady Citrine in… happier days. Her jade green eyes stared listlessly at her untouched cup of tea as she wondered where she should go- of where she could even go to.

"Rana." A soft feminine voice of a young woman rang out from across the cafe table as the seat was occupied.

Recognizing the voice, Rana didn't dare to look up to the speaker, choosing instead to greet her with a weary voice, "Miss Emery."

"I heard what happened just a while ago…" Emery began, her voice contrite and sincere, "And I'm sorry for you being fired so suddenly- I knew a couple of girls who went through that…"

Emery continued to regale her of the girls she knew back in her previous place of employment. Not that Rana truly paid attention to it. It was all small talk- a means to distract her. Watching the younger girl gesticulate with her slender hands in the sunny liveliness that Rana herself lacked, it worked to an extent as the maid felt that her thoughts ease from her immediate worries.

Eventually, Emery wound down as she wrapped up her story. Her honey-brown eyes gained a hesitant gleam to them- pursing her lips in a tight line as if she was unwilling to broach the subject; before finally, she whispered softly, "… I also heard what happened between Darius and you."

Ah, there it was. What Rana had been expecting from the younger girl. Today was simply spiraling out of control, wasn't it? First, she was left homeless and without employment. And now, she was begin confronted by the girl who had been so smitten with Darius- Rana was certain that he had previously returned her affections.

And now she had ruined that for Emery.

She moved to apologise, "It was never my inten-"

But a slender hand raised in the universal symbol for stop cut Rana off. Emery looked down onto the table- her honey-brown tinged with sadness as she refused to meet Rana's eyes.

"I know." She all but choked out, her voice leaking calm resignation from every word, "I know… I sort of knew something like this would happen if I didn't come to a decision fast enough."

"Darius… He's a great guy." She admitted, honey-brown eyes with a look of resignation gazing up into the sky as if she was watching her dreams fly away, "Any girl would be lucky to have him, and he deserves happiness."

Rana knew then that Emery truly cared for Darius, even if she had truly expressed it to him. And she saw from their interactions, genuine affection- most unlike with Rana's interactions with him. He would not find happiness with her.

"I do not think he would appreciate my company as much as he does yours." Rana voiced out, just the shadow of bitterness shading her voice. Of course, he would- if not for that accursed aphrodisiac, Darius would never have seen her as a woman otherwise. They would have simply continued their master-student relationship- vexing each other until they inevitably tried to strangle each other.

It was a stark contrast that Rana couldn't help but notice now that she was no longer in House Jewel's employ. How the younger girl looked beautiful in her casual clothes of a white blouse paired with a colourful honey-coloured skirt that complemented her eyes, while Rana herself looked so plain in her maid uniform- the only style of clothing she had in her possession.

Darius would never choose strict, prickly Rana over the feminine and cheerful Emery. But there was also one more thing…

"I also do not think we would cross paths anytime soon." Rana added, just to twist the bitter knife that she had stabbed herself with.

To that, Emery barked out a harsh laugh, as if Rana had made a rather ironic joke.

"Goes to show how long you've been sitting here at this cafe, I guess." She muttered, eying the cold cup of tea in front of Rana that had been untouched for at least an hour or two then.

"What do you mean, Miss Emery?" Rana questioned, sharp enough to know that the mongre- Darius probably did something reckless when she left. The look in his navy-blue eyes when they met outside of Lord Raynaldus study told her that much- but whatever he did, Rana felt that she was going to find out soon enough.

"Please, drop the Miss." Emery muttered sighing, her brown eyes flicked up to meet Rana's green ones, a curious question on Emery's lips, "And… you don't know how much you really mean to him, do you?"

"It was just one night." Rana responded as calmly as she could with a light blush on her cheeks.

To which, Emery nodded knowingly, "And it looks like neither do you know how much he means to you as well- that's fair, neither did I at the start. Besides, it didn't start with just that one night, did it? If you really meant so little to him, he wouldn't have-"

Emery stopped herself before sighing, light brown hair whipping gently about as she calmly shook her head to clear what appeared to be troubling thoughts before reaching into her leather satchel, "And I think this letter from Lord Raynaldus will explain things."

Accepting the parchment envelope, Rana immediately recognised the seal of House Jewel, as well the specific brand of smooth parchment paper that Lord Raynaldus favoured to stock his writing desk with. Breaking the wax seal with the handle of her teaspoon, Rana read through the contents.

== J ==

Dear Rana,

I do my duty as I have sworn as such.

When I had first carried you out of that Pillager Lair, your tiny shivering form wrapped in my cloak, I had done so with no expectation of reward or prestige for I stood firmly by the Knightly Oaths that I had taken. And under those same Oaths, I had saved villages, slew bandits and rogue knights, stopped a great and powerful evil once or twice. Even as I sheltered your younger self in his own household as a guest, clothing you and feeding you from my own table, my only wish was still to do the right thing.

I still recall the little girl, still bruised and bandaged in one of Citrine's old dresses, as she knelt before me and pledged her service to me- almost begging me to accept her into my service. And although your service to House Jewel was appreciated- it was never expected of you. I would have raised you as a ward of House Jewel and you would have grown up alongside Citrine regardless. And with the passing of the years, I had come to realise that a young lady such as yourself should not have her entire life bound to servitude to me, even out of gratitude.

The opportunity to live your life as your own should be granted to you at least once.

And with this dismissal, I fulfill my duty once more- my duty to you.

As a maid, the halls of Jewel Manor will never again be graced by your attentions, but as a friend- as family- the doors of Jewel Manor will always be open to you. You are free, Rana.

And with this freedom, I bid you to consider the man who was willing to exchange his for yours.

Darius confronted me as soon as he heard of the termination of your service- which was to say, almost immediately. In his own way, he was most… vocal of his criticism of your dismissal. If he had not shown to take his due responsibility in what had occurred, I would have retracted your dismissal and also retracted House Jewel's support of him.

But as I had expected, Darius defended your character quite adamantly- I had never seen the young man so passionate of something. And throughout all my probing questions, he admirably stood strong to defend your honour in every respect: offering to pay for your bride price ten times over, and despite the prospect visibly distasteful to him, he even went so far as to volunteer his own servitude to House Jewel.

In my eyes, your service can never be bought- only earned. And his actions taken on behalf of you have convinced me that he has indeed earned your dedication, I wholeheartedly approve of him and give you my blessing: Your contract has been formally transferred to the young Darius. All that remains is for those same oaths that you had once pledged to House Jewel to be reaffirmed to him. I apologise for the deception, but it was necessary for Darius to fully open his eyes to how he already saw you.

Note that it is likely that by the transferred time Miss Emery had delivered this letter to you, young Darius should have returned to his workshop.

I wish you only happiness with him.

Sincerely,

Lord Raynaldus Jewel of House Jewel

P.S. As Head of House Jewel, I am and will be favourable to squiring in my House any children the two of you will have.

P.P.S. Opal expects at least three.

== J ==

By the time Rana finished the letter, her jade green eyes glittering with definitely not-tears and her hands began to tremble as she tried to refold it- her jaw clenched. To think the mongrel would go so far for her. For someone like her.

But why?

And in the privacy of her mind, Rana knew of a reason and wondered if that was all it took. A feeling of mutual respect for each other's capabilities? A night of debaucherous yet amazing sex? A willingness for self-sacrifice for the sake of another's happiness? All of the above?

Still, she could not fully fathom it.

A gentle hand reached for hers, softly grasping it. Rana looked up from the letter to meet Emery's honey-brown eyes, an earnest plea on her lips.

"Darius… he has a lot of good things going for him lately: his latest business booming, the backing of a noble house, a place in the Paragon tournament…" Emery told Rana, the slightest hint of pride tinting her voice as to what Darius had accomplished for himself, "And he was willing to leave it all behind for you- if that doesn't tell you how much you mean to him, I don't know what will."

With her piece said, Emery sighed a soft sigh.

"I guess this is goodbye." Emery announced with a gentle if slightly watery smile still on her lips as she stood up.

"Please take good care of Darius, Rana. He deserves to be happy." Emery stated honestly, the usually cheery brunette giving Rana bittersweet smile, "He deserves to be happy with someone who cares about him just as much as he cares about her."

Out of respect for her, Rana watched on as Emery walked off, never once looking back until the afternoon crowd of people made her fade away from sight. Gripping her suitcase and her Spada, Rana took a deep breath as she gathered her courage and took her first step to the direction of Darius' workshop.

Darius sighed as deposited himself onto an armchair in his workshop where he frustratedly ran a hand through his dark hair.

Well, he tried to have Raynaldus reverse his decision to fire Rana. He really did- going as far as to having that heated spat with the Lord Jewel to help Rana keep her job. But it was a lot more than just a job to her- he knew that, otherwise he would have just hired Rana as his longsword instructor himself. No, he wasn't blind or stupid: It was clear that the maid had a deep emotional connection with the Jewel family, having been saved by Raynaldus and having grown up alongside Citrine.

Also, he felt like a total ass for putting her in that situation to be fired in the first place, even if it was over an accident. He didn't really know how to deal with girls who were on the verge of crying. And that was made worse by the fact that it was Rana of all people- seeing that begrudgingly badass swordswoman-maid look so close to breaking down in messy tears dug at his conscience something fierce.

Darius would admit that he could be a dick at times, but he was self-aware enough to know how far was too far.

And he wasn't just saying that because he slept with her, she was more than that: He honestly thought Rana was worth the effort. It was hard to imagine another longsword tutor would be as effective as Rana had. Sure, they may have had their differences and had their fair share of arguments, but the level of skill that she possessed was nonetheless worthy of respect. With his crafting skills and his considerable knowledge, money was less of a concern for him. Personal strength and political power were the more immediate concerns for him.

And being a factor in why Raynaldus had to fire their only maid and Citrine's childhood friend? It spelled really bad news for him and a lot of his plans. So he went all out and pulled out the stops. He walked up to the Lord Jewel and defended Rana, offered as much as he could to try and bribe him, even going as far as offering to get tied down as a sort of handyman for House Jewel in a moment of desperation.

In hindsight, maybe going that far may have been too much. Not that any of it helped convince Raynaldus though. Because in the end, the nobleman just politely told him what amounted to 'Fuck off back to your workshop while I think about.'

So here he was, cleaning up the mess that he and Rana left just the other night- the warped brass container, the pool of lubricant mixed in with splattering of their combined juices. No regrets on that front at least. That night with Rana was an incredibly good- enough so that he might use it as the metric for how good the rest of his midnight rendezvous will be.

Darius didn't even bother trying to stifle his sigh. Trying to get laid in another one-night stand was the furthest thing he had in his mind right now. Shame about Emery though, even if they weren't official- she was really nice. So nice that their 'breakup' had amounted to her just walking up to him, telling him that she'll never forget their time together, kissing his cheek and saying that she hoped that he found happiness in his life before just walking off.

No yelling, no screaming, no drama. She was a hell of a lot more mature than he was. Top-tier waifu right there. And he totally blew it with her, but Darius' musings were interrupted as his finely-honed instincts perked up- telling him that something big was about to happen.

The door to his workshop swung open, and a figure cast a long shadow as it stood at the doorway.

The wind is strong today.

The clouds drift and the moon appears for a brief moment.

The silver light that shines into the workshop lights up the girl in knightly form.

…

Darius was speechless

Not because he was confused by the sudden turn of events.

Darius was at a loss for words because of this girl's overwhelming beauty.

The girl stares at him with her jewel-like eyes.

"I ask of you, are you my master?" She says in a valiant voice.

"Huh… master?"

…

"Lord Raynaldus did not care to mention to you of my transfer of employment, did he?" She said flatly, more of a statement and less of a question.

And when he cluelessly shook his head in a bewildered 'No,' both he and Rana would forever swear from that day onwards that they had heard Lord Raynaldus' howling laughter made at their expense echoing from the horizon.

Looking like she was doing her best to stop herself from pouting angrily, Rana shoved the folded-up letter to Darius. "Here, accept it before I decide to try and discover how brightly the Jewel Manor burns."

Taking the parchment, navy-blue eyes scanned the contents. And when he looked up, he saw the soft smile- one that he had never seen as she repeated her question to him, "I ask of you, are you my master?"

"Yes, I guess I am." Darius admitted, denying to himself that her smile made his heart jump a little.

"And by this contract, I am sworn to protect you and to be your sword."

Her solemn vow had him in a bind on how to respond as he wasn't really the most comfortable with formal ceremonies. But he was in a position of authority for her now- So he went back to something he knew very well instead: Teasing Rana.

"Alright, first order of business!" Darius announced, clapping his hands as a wide grin appeared on his face. "Get to sucking!"

"Sexual harassment is not part of the contract, mongrel." She reminded him in her flattest deadpan- just the hint of disgust lacing her voice, which made him grin. Back to being the Rana he knew well, and he was honestly relieved that he didn't have to deal, "Furthermore, you still have a spar scheduled for tonight."

"Fine, get settled in." He groaned out in feigned disappointed as he jabbed a thumb to point at the bedroom door before collapsing back onto his chair, "Then we'll hit the field for our spar."

Undoing her sword belt, she sat it with her suitcase on a nearby counter before marching up to him. His eyebrow raising as she approached him with an impassive expression- the long black and white skirt of her frilly maid uniform swaying from side to side with every step.

"I did not say that I declined to your order." She whispered hotly as she got on her knees between his legs. She shot him a smug smirk at his unsurprisingly dumbfounded expression as his raised brow only rose higher past his hairline. A pair of slender hands did quick work of the belt, button and zipper of his trousers.

Rana's jade green eyes almost luminous under the orange glow of the candlelight when her warm hands slid his underwear down and his shaft stood proudly up in the cool evening air.

Darius couldn't help the small gasp of pleasure as Rana's small hand gently grasped the base of his cock, the warm softness of her palm only highlighting how close her face was by the dint of her hot breath ghosting across the sensitive tip. Seeing him throb in her hand, Rana's smoldering green ones met his navy-blue ones as she leaned her slightly parted mouth in even closer.

And completely missing the tip, instead brushing it across the smooth skin of her cheek- smearing a bit of white precum on her fair skin- as she pressed her soft pink lips on the side of his throbbing shaft in a light kiss, just above where she was grasping him.

"What's wrong, master?" she teased him with a sickeningly innocent tone despite her eyes glimmering mischievously, "Isn't this what you wanted?"

Then she placed another kiss, just above the spot of the last one, and then another, and another. All while her hand slowly began moving, her dainty fingers trying and failing to fully wrap around his shaft as they began moving up and down in small motions- the softness of her palm incredibly pleasant when paired with the kisses that she was placing up and up his shaft.

Gripping the arm rests of his seat, Darius groaned as a glob of precum leaked out, the milky white drop sliding down the length of his shaft and onto the backs of Rana's fingers. Switching targets, she angled her kisses to follow the wet trail that the drop of precum left- adding little licks of her warm and wet tongue as she cleaned it up.

And when her lips finally met the edge of the head of his cock, she made certain to keep her eyes with locked with him- silently requesting him not to look away.

"Would it please you then? If I were to- as you had worded it- 'Get to sucking?'" She purred coyly, her jade green eyes almost molten with lust as she opened her mouth wide- giving him a glimpse of the hot, wet interior before enveloping the tip- giving his tip a tour of what her mouth's insides had to offer him.

Rana was enjoying teasing him like that, Darius realised. But fuck was it not sexy to see the classic fetish fuel of a maid on her knees and dutifully sucking him off. He may have been too hasty during their first time, practically tearing her uniform off. And the dignified and martially-capable maid was damn sexy when she wearing that, Rana was still fully clothed in her usual maid outfit, complete with her frilly headdress of white lace securing her smooth blonde hair as she bobbed her mouth up and down.

He didn't bother to stifle the groan of pleasure or the way his cock twitched in her hot mouth. A fleeting look of surprise passed her features before her increasingly-familiar smug one settled in. Disconnecting from his shaft with a soft "Uah…" as she slightly gasped for breath- her modest white a glistening bridge of saliva still connecting her outstretched pink tongue with the tip of his cock- showing precisely where it had been swirling around just a scant moment ago.

"Are you enjoying your maid servicing you, master?" Rana whispered hotly, her green eyes almost glowing with lust as looked up at him from her place an inch from his cock, "And before you give me an answer- allow me to refresh your memory."

He barely had time to before Rana dove right back in for an even more spirited attempt to give him the most enthusiastically wet and thorough blowjob a man had ever received- as if she was ensuring that his answer could not be anything but a definite "Hell yes!"

Darius groaned as such and it only made her lather his length with her warm, wet tongue even more.

The heat and wetness of her mouth engulfing inch after inch of his thick manhood- filling up her mouth as the slightly rough surface of her tongue teased his underside and every so often swirling around the tip. Her firm pink lips slid up and down the upper half of his shaft, applying an eager suction with every small movement. Her dainty hand stroked whatever she could not cover with her mouth- the smooth skin of her soft palm applying the perfect amount of pressure as she stroked him off.

And all the while, she never broke eye contact with him, green eyes of the smoothest jade looked up at him. And there was a certain luster in them that he didn't see in the night before that they shared, Darius couldn't put his finger on it. But as the strikingly beautiful young woman between his legs plunged her head deeper down onto his cock and took the swollen head for a tour down her hot throat, he concluded that there were better things to think about.

As the messy wet slurping sounds echoed through the room, Darius found his fingers sliding through Rana's soft blonde locks, the frill headdress swaying to the rhythm of her head's motions. Her smooth cheeks caved slightly with suction as pink lips clung tighter around the sensitive edges of his cockhead, Rana eagerly sucking like she couldn't wait for his cum.

And with her mouth's enthusiasm, she didn't have to wait long at all.

"Rana!" He groaned out, knuckles gripping the armrests so hard that it turned his knuckles white, "I'm going to cum!"

At the announcement, she went from fast bobbing to deliberately deep-throating him right to base. Green eyes sparkling as they looked up at him, a slender hand cupping his sack as she pleasured him with her throat until it felt like his tip was reaching halfway down to her stomach.

Darius' hands found themselves pushing her head down to that point too- keeping her there as the heavy balls in her soft palm clenched as Darius pumped hot, white cum down her throat and straight into her belly. Her soft moaning around his shooting shaft only making his orgasm last longer.

Until finally, he eased up on Rana's head, letting her move up back to the tip where she suckled the last few ropes of his cum from the twitching tip- her eyes lighting up at the flavour of her prize on her tongue. Meeting Darius' navy-blue eyes with her jade green, she made certain to savour the look of pleasure on his face as she swirled her tongue around the sensitive tip- ensuring that she cleaned up every last drop of his semen.

"Nn… Haaah~"

Swallowing her thick prize in a slow, audible gulp and a small moan, Rana disconnected from his cock; but not before giving it one last kiss as she tucked him back in his boxers and did his pants and belt back up. Getting back up onto her feet, she patted her white apron down before turning to look at him- the slightest smirk on her face as she watched him pant- the product of spending last quarter of an hour eagerly sucking his cock to a fantastic finish.

"Should you perform adequately in our spar," Rana began calmly with only a hint of teasing, her pale cheeks in a healthy flush as she walked over pick up her brief case her luggage, "perhaps I shall deign to service you again afterwards."

Not one to take her mocking lying down, Darius growled back a promise. "And If I perform more than 'adequately' on our spar, you're definitely going do to more than just use your mouth tonight."

In response, Rana glanced over her shoulder at him, her jade green eyes glittered like jewels as she looked up at him with a sly smirk.

"If."

"Smug bitch…" He muttered back, but the amused smile on his lips only said to her that he liked being with her company. It wasn't the most conventional of relationship dynamics, but it was what they had. And she wouldn't trade it for anything else, but there was one last thing that she needed to say.

"And Darius?" She whispered his name, before taking Haahr deep breath and looking intently into his navy-blue eyes.

"Thank you…" She said sincerely as she looked at him with honest gratitude- one that she felt he had earned as much, "For what you were prepared to do on my behalf."

"No problem, Rana." He muttered in return, and the they fell into another bout of awkward silence as they didn't know how to proceed from there. At least, until Darius muttered 'Fuck it' right before swooping in- leaning down to the petite maid as he stole a kiss from her. Jade green eyes widened in surprise, but only for long enough for her mind to register what was happening before she leaned into the kiss- pressing her slender frame against his as she closed her eyes and just melted into the kiss.

"The field. In five minutes." She muttered- sighing breathlessly as they broke the kiss, with Rana reluctantly extracting herself from his arms, "Don't disappoint, mongrel."

And as she sauntered off to her bedroom- her black and white skirt swaying hypnotically with the rolling of her hips, Darius grinned to himself: It was good that Rana was starting to finally warming up to him. Though he didn't figure that things will end up like this.

Wondering how much did she really like him, Darius glanced back at her to cast one last Observe spell on her Spada; and navy-blue eyes flew wide open as he almost choked on air at what he saw.

Spada, Edge of Twilight

Legendary

A blade forged from the tragedy of Rana the Dedicated. When she was but a child, Rana had been taken and forced to become an Illager, cursed to forever be tainted. However, when all hope seemed lost, the Twilight of her life was ended by the knight Raynaldus Jewel, and she soon saw a beautiful dawn. From this, she swore to make the man who had saved her proud and took up the blade in his honor. And despite being dismissed from Lord Jewel's service, Rana has found a new and- in her eyes- worthier cause to continue carrying on with the way of the sword- wielding it for the man she loves.

The sword resonates with Rana's dedication, growing stronger the more of it she has at the moment. And it is currently stronger than it has ever been before.

~ End ~

Infonticus' head-canon Epilogue (a.k.a. It's not NTR if you fuck them both)

Emery's feminine scream of pleasure rang high and loud through the expansive bedroom.

"I'm sorry, Darius, but this… This is just so much better!"

Tossing and turning on the large bed, Emery's completely bare-naked body- flushed pink from her climax- ruined the sheets as she once again arrived to a fantastic, screaming finish. Bucking her hips against her partner, she idly thought of Darius. Specifically…

"O-okay… You're so much better at this than Darius was." Emery gasped, her body still trembling from the multiple mind-blowing climaxes that had just finished washing over her.

And it would have broken Darius' heart to hear that from his place watching the scene if it wasn't for one very large detail.

"The mongrel doesn't know every secret about a woman's body." Rana agreed from her place between Emery's outspread thighs, her pink tongue darting out to gather the sweet juices that still clung to her lips. Clad in nothing but her lacy white garter belt and her equally white stockings, she placed a slender hand atop Emery's creamy smooth thigh to steady herself before diving right back in.

"Yes~!" Emery moaned in response to Rana's talented tongue lapping up against velvety-soft and incredibly sensitive pussy lips- a pair of slender fingers pumping in and out with deliciously wet sliding sounds.

"Hey! I'm sitting right over here." Darius protested, clearly not enjoying being left out- seeing his hot girlfriend/maid messily pleasure his equally-hot ex-girlfriend/blacksmith and be prohibited from joining in was just plain unfair.

"You will be permitted to join as soon as I deem you suitably chastened for leaving a wonderful woman like Miss Emery." Rana rebutted after licking her pink lips clean of Emery's clear, sparkling juices.

"But she left me so that I can be with you!"

"Irrelevant, Mongrel." The blonde in frilly white garter belt-and-stockings uttered with irreverence as two of her fingers swirled around in a wide arc inside the trembling brunettes leaking pink flower.

"Rana, faster!" Emery shouted out in a rolling moan as her pale thighs resting around the maid's shoulders- pushing her closer to Emery's welcoming womanhood as it clenched and squirted around Rana's slender, thrusting fingers.

"I can't hold on any- I'm going to CUM!"

Emery thrashed against the mattress as her climax rocked her entire body. Arching her slender back, Emery would have lifted her back off the mattress in a perfect bridge if she was not held down by Rana's prodigious strength applied to her womanhood as her fingers stroked and curled and thrust in and out of the madly constricting wet tunnel.

Feminine hips thrust against equally feminine fingers and mouth again and again as Emery rode off her screaming orgasm into Rana's face and fingers. Rana's usually unshakable image of a professional maid marred by Emery's glistening finish as it dripped down the lower half of the maid's face. A particularly large drop of her feminine juices dripped down onto Rana's firm-soft lips before her tongue darting out to lap it up, followed by her lifting her equally soaked fingers up to suckle the juices off of them.

"Well, mongrel?" Rana panted out and giving him a lustful glance of expectation as she climbed up Emery's panting and very flushed form. Rana settled on top of Emery- her long, toned legs kneeling on the mattress on either side of the brunette's waist. Stacking two thoroughly soaked pink pussies on top of each other, the two incredibly sexy and eager women moaning softly as their swollen little nubs bump and grind against each other.

The look of pure lust the shot him- one pair of jade green and one chocolate brown as they looked at him (and his heavily tented pants) with such eager expectation almost made Darius punch right through his pants without using his hands. Here were two women who would mattress rank as two of the hottest and sexiest girls on Earth, with their slender and shapely bodies and their flawlessly smooth skin- flushed from arousal and orgasms, grinding against each other as they invited with both of their wet and willing holes. For him.

It was enough to give him pause. A pause that the girls definitely noticed.

"It is rude to keep a woman waiting, but two?" Rana scoffed, but her sly smirk told him that she was pleased by his dumbstruck expression- that same smirk she lowered onto one of Emery's incredibly-stiff candy-pink nipples.

"Darius, please…" Emery moaned in response to Rana's ministrations- her chocolate brown eyes

The wet meaty slap of eight inches of unyielding man meat slamming into Emery's delicate pink pussy thundered through the room. Darius' abs bumping against Rana's toned rear as he bottomed out in the brunette's incredibly hot hole.

"AH~! It's sooo much thicker in me!" Emery moaned in wanton satisfaction- her amazing climax at Rana's fingers still fresh in the walls of her welcoming vagina, and it only made her just that bit more sensitive to the frenzied pounding it was receiving from the pillar of hot, throbbing cock thrusting in and out of her.

"Harder!" Emery demanded as she bucked her slender hips to meet Darius' already powerful thrusts- her quivering pussy lips mashing pleasurably against the base of the thick cock that was ravaging her thirsting hole, "Please, HARDER!"

"I think she deserves it, wouldn't you agree, master?" Rana commented as she suckled on Emery's slightly larger breasts- one slender hand sneaking down between their tummies to fiddle with the brunette's swollen little nub just above where Darius was slamming in and out of her. The act seemed to push Emery over the deep end- her chocolate brown eyes hazing over in a cloud of intense screaming orgasm.

"CUHMMING!" Emery's melodious voice rang out as her already tight and wet velvety inner walls clamped down even tighter around Darius thrusting cock. Growling lowly, Darius wasn't ready to cum just yet- so he resolved to just keep taking his pleasure out of the then fucked-stupid Emery until he was.

"Right here, master." Rana directed as her palm tickled Emery's navel, "Be sure to fill Miss Emery's secret room to the brim whenever you're ready."

"Urgh!" And Emery ahegao'ed gurgle of pleasure seemed to say that she agreed with the thought.

To that, Darius could only do his best live up to the expectation of fucking Emery with all he's got.

"Fret not, Miss Emery. If my master overfills you to spilling, I shall gladly tidy it up with my mouth and fingers." Rana whispered lovingly to the insensate and increasingly well-fucked girl before glancing over her shoulder to shoot Darius a saucy smile, "As many times as my master requires as well."

"I'm coming!" Darius announced as he slammed the thick pillar of cock as deep as it can go into Emery and making Rana's toned ass jiggle slightly from the force. Grunting, he looked straight into Rana's jade green eyes- molten with lust as he shot rope after rope of thick, virile semen right into the deepest part of Emery's wildly clenching pussy.

They stayed like that for a long minute or two. Just Rana silently goading Darius to force his cum as deep as he can into the ahegao-sporting brunette under her; and Darius doing his best to live up to the blonde maid's expectations- heavy balls clenching as he unloaded their powerfully virile contents into her.

Until finally, with a satisfied sigh, he pulled out of Emery's steamy hot pussy. And ever the model maid, Rana already had the next step planned out for him.

"Master, I believe you have five more holes to fill." Rana told him calmly, steadying herself by cupping one of Emery's full breasts even as her slender hand reached down- cupping one round and firm ass cheek and tugged it to the side to present both of her holes to him. Her tight pink rear hole and her dripping pink petals just hovering an inch or two above Emery's well-fucked one.

It gave Darius a standard to live up to. But not before Rana gave him one last parting shot.

"And Darius?" His sexy blonde maid gave him a devilishly lustful smile, "I would like to remind you that it will not suffice to fill them up only once either."

AN: I started writing this so long ago- before we started the tournament arc. Rana (Sassy Saber) is too good to be left without attention for so long.

If I had any say in it, Rana would have been the main waifu. But unfortunately, I am not A Decent Hoonter; and thus, this will only remain an omake of my favourite character in his superb work. I can only hope that the characterization has been acceptable and Rana's sudden affection has been made believable.

Hoonter's Note: This is what Prince Adam must feel like whenever he becomes He-Man. Either way, Infont did a fabulous job and you should all bow down to him immediately.