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Castlevania: Order of Ecclesia - Emotional Support(?) -With no memories or emotions, the last member of the Order of Ecclesia sets off for Dracula's castle to defeat the vampire once and for all. She slays monsters by the hundreds, but one, in particular, manages to get the drop on her. She's lucky that this creature isn't after her life. - Mind control, Dubious Consent, Tattoo, Magic.
The first thing she notices when she wakes up is just how comfortable the bed is. It feels like a heavenly cloud with softness that made her want to sink in it. She instinctively snuggles into the wonderful covers.
She couldn't even remember the last time she just lied on a bed and rested.
Perhaps a few more minutes here…
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.
Then the last thing she remembered kicked in.
Her eyes flew open and she threw the very comfortable covers off her body. She threw herself off the bed to stand, her feet meeting soft cloth, the red magic glyphs on each of her shoulders activating and readying to fire a spell and create a weapon construct to attack any monster that should be coming for her.
At least, that's how it's supposed to be.
Shanoa pauses as she realizes that she's not in the humongous library that resides in Dracula's Castle. Instead, she's in a bedroom, a very expensive looking one at that.
She cautiously looks around to take in her environment.
Everything seemed extravagant, from the ceiling with its intricate gold patterns on a blue backdrop to the yellow carpeted floor with what looked to be heart symbols around it. Lifelike portraits line the pristine white walls, they looked extraordinarily realistic, as if one could just walk through them to enter another world.
A chill goes through her body, not one of fear, she has no emotions after all, but as an actual reaction to temperature.
She catches sight of a large gold-framed mirror that sits next to the side of the room, pointing towards the bed. Her reflection shows clearly through the glass, except there's an element clearly missing.
'I'm naked.' She blankly observes.
Instead of the open-back long-sleeved blue dress meeting her sight, she instead sees nothing covering her shapely and fit nude body. Pale skin unblemished by her numerous battles thanks to healing spells and potions, long black hair that covers her entire back and the glyph that is drawn on it, and a beautiful, almost delicate face with a cold emotionless expression.
Alarmingly, there's a tattoo of some sort added to her body that was not there before. A strange heart-shaped tattoo with ethereal flames designed around it stands above her groin.
She should've felt scared, embarrassed, or angry over her situation. Countless theories on why she was naked, where she is, what the tattoo could mean or do, and what could've happened to her circulated in her head.
But all she thought is, 'That explains why I felt chilly.'
Alas, because of the botched ceremony involving the Dominus glyphs, her emotions along with her memories were wiped clean.
She could not fear anything that could've happened to her.
She couldn't feel the humiliation from the idea of anyone seeing her nude body.
And she couldn't be furious about the thought of someone taking advantage of her while she was unconscious.
She can't feel anything.
Her heartbeat remained steady and her lips remained flat.
Nothing but the physical discomfort of having no protection from any outside force registers in her mind.
Her empty blue-colored eyes scan the room for any indication or sign of who (or what) brought her here while her mind recounts the last thing she can recall.
Having entered Dracula's Castle, Shanoa immediately felt a strong chill pass through her entire body. Despite not being able to feel fear, a force still pushed down on her lungs, as if Dracula's very presence in this world is already trying to drown her.
Foe after foe fell beneath her, both familiar and non-familiar stood in her way, all attempting to heed her progress to their master.
She remembers a library with books that numbered in the thousands, littering everywhere in a library so large it must contain enough knowledge to drive any mortal mad.
Then...
The color pink.
That's the last thing she remembers.
Finding no one in the room with her, the answer to what brought her here is left in the air.
She returns her focus to the new symbol on her body and traces a finger on it. It felt no different to the skin around it and she couldn't feel any pulse of magic from it, and she also felt nothing different in her body or magic.
'I have never seen a symbol like this before, who put this on me and why?'
One of the perks of having no emotion is that she stays completely focused on the task at hand without anything clouding her mind. Her memories of countless glyphs give no clue as to what this is.
She looks back up to the mirror to get a better view of the mark and-
"Want to come back to bed, darling?"
The reflection of a smirking handsome face leaned to the side from behind her, a face that came from a man sitting down on the bed directly behind where she was standing.
Somehow, someone got on the bed directly behind her without triggering any of her senses.
Before she could turn around and attack, and before she can even focus on her magic, the tattoo on her pelvis glowed pink, the exact same color that the man's eyes are now glowing.
Then-
"Nnnaaaahhhhh~." A guttural and erotic moan leaves her lips as pleasure hits her directly where the tattoo is.
Her legs clench together and her knees meet. Her entire body shudders as a climax bursts through her body, her inner thighs immediately becoming drenched in womanly juices, her normally blank eyes are now half-lidded in pleasure and lust, her nipples become pointed, and her entire body suddenly felt ten times more sensitive.
"Wh-Whhhaaaaa~." Her attempts on getting any answers were immediately thwarted by the tattoo's magic. As if directly speaking to her womb, the tattoo sends a pulse of lust through it, sending her inner walls clenching and her womb throbbing.
A hunger for much more goes through her very being, her eyes briefly glow pink as her mind is assaulted with emotions she doesn't even remember ever having.
"Come here." The man cooed, putting his hands on her hips and pulling her down to sit on him, on his naked self that is.
She feels his sizeable member squeeze between her cheeks, she could feel its entire length go up to her lower back. Instinctively, she starts to grind against it while erotically moaning all the while.
Strong smooth hands went around her body and starts to touch her, one hand grasping a breast and the other one going between her legs, giving featherlight touches to her outer lips.
A pleased hum leaves her lips as she relaxes against the man's larger and stronger frame, feeling oddly safe and secure in his grasp. His hands teased and prodded her most sensitive areas, spreading more lust to her body like fire.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful. Look. Look at yourself." His husky voice whispered directly into her ears, causing a shiver to go down her spine.
She didn't even notice her eyes were shut.
Following his orders, her eyes opened, and took in her reflection.
Her cheeks are flushed, her legs spread open, her chest expanding with her heavy breathing her rosy erect nipples being tweaked, and moaning like a wanton whore as his fingers stroked her in places she touched herself.
If she could feel fear she would've done so by now.
If she could feel panic then she would've realized that her thoughts were not her own.
If she could feel anger then maybe she could've fought off the control and fought back.
But she has nothing.
Only lust and desire are directly fed to her brain and body.
So she could do nothing but accept.
His fingers continued their ministrations, and his right hand grabbed her right leg and lifted it up, spreading her legs more and allowing her to see the reflection of her pussy being caressed.
And those still glowing pink eyes still smirked from over her shoulder.
"Describe what you're feeling to me," The man commanded. "Describe what you want."
Her voice erupted from her throat with nary a thought.
"O-Ohhh~ I-It's f-feels so h-hot! And g-good! I- Annhh~ d-don't want you to stop! P-Pleasee~ I need more!"
Her voice is breathless and sexy in ways that are unrecognizable from her usual monotone. The sight of herself being like this, so hopelessly aroused and begging, aroused her to no end. She isn't sure why, but she loved seeing herself like this.
"You want more? Like this~?"
The tips of his fingers just barely grazed her clit.
"AH!" Her entire body jolts and spazzes and she squeals in delight as bliss assaulted her body. "Yes! Oh, fuck!"
"Then your wish is my command, wife."
Suddenly, Kastor's (how does she know his name?) fingers blur, vigorously stroking her clit. Spikes of hot ecstasy shoot up her stomach and she squealed and moaned uncontrollably. Her arms grasp Kastor's head from behind her and pulled it down to her neck, which he obliges and smothers with kisses.
And the entire time, her eyes never left her reflection.
She sees everything that's being done to her, her legs spread with a hand rubbing her clit, her glazed eyes full of desire, her hips shaking and thrusting, and her tits bouncing with the speed of his rubbing.
It's the sexiest damn thing she's ever seen in her life.
Her climax rose rapidly, barely giving her time to vocalize how close she was.
"Oh, G-God! OhGodOhGodOhGodOhGA- *Gasp* AAAAAAHHHHHMMMMMM~!"
Her pussy squirts out her womanly juices as a climax wrecks her soul. She spasms hard as Kastor doesn't cease his stroking, extending her orgasm for as long as possible. She fiercely quakes in his lap, unintentionally giving him an assjob.
But she still hungers for more.
The climax didn't weaken the flames of her lust, it only fanned it stronger.
Biting her lip almost hard enough to draw blood, Shanoa tries to focus on saying more. "Mmmmffff- D-Darling I need more. Ah! N-Need your c-cock!"
It's a disgraceful thing to say as a hunter of beasts, but none of that mattered to her right now. She has no memories to anchor herself to a past, so accepting the new reality being inserted into her head comes easy.
Kastor chuckles before suddenly throwing her on the bed, causing a brief, girly squeak to come out of her throat. Her long dark hair is messy and frames her body like beautiful shadows on a painting.
With her back again on the heavenly softness of the bed, Kastor put both his hands next to her head and loomed over her. His eyes and her tattoo glowing brighter than before. His twitching cock rested on her wet slit.
"Do you want this, my love?"
"Yesss~."
"Pledge your body, your soul to me?"
"Oh God yes! Please! Just-"
"Then I shall make you the happiest woman in the world."
And with a single thrust, he took full ownership of her, accepting her complete surrender.
She gasps loudly, her irises changing to pink and a happy smile spreads on her face. She feels complete now, like the hole her memories and emotions left in her soul has been filled again and her purpose for living becomes clear.
It's all for this man.
Her lover.
Her soulmate.
Kastor saws his dick in and out of her slick pussy, her inner walls tight around his prick. Her body bounces on the bed, her eyes locked onto his as she cried for her lover to give her more. For him to fill her with his seed and complete their union.
He puts his hand on the tattoo on her navel, the symbol that signifies his ownership of this gorgeous woman below him. Her back arches as another wave of orgasm sweep through her, her hands reaching down to his abs, not knowing what else to do.
He traces her sweat-sheened abs, moving up towards her breasts.
"Yesyesyesyesyes! M-My love! O-Ohhh~ It's so good, I want it! G–Give it to me! I c-can't live without you! Without y-your fat COCK!"
Their hips buck against each other's, slapping noises reverberating all across the room.
Kastor takes both breasts in his hands and gently kneads them both, her stiffened nipples sending signals to her brain as his palms massage them.
Sweat drips off Kastor's body as he thrusts faster and faster, his hips almost becoming a blur as he chases after his own orgasm.
Shanoa just takes everything he gives, just begging and moaning as she reaches peak after peak, her womb crying out for his seed.
Finally, the Incubus tells his mate, "I'm about to cum my love, I'm about to mark you on the inside."
Her eyes widen almost maniacally, her smile just a little bit on the deranged side. "Oh y-yes! Do it my darling! Impregnate me with your holy seed! I-I want to live for you! Make a baby with you!"
Kastor grunts as he plants both fists on the side of her head and his body goes taut. "I'm cumming! Fucking take it!"
"Yeeeesssss~!"
Bliss explodes through their minds as the connection between their souls completes, their climaxes combining into a mind-numbing degree, mentally exhausting both and their eyes to roll in pleasure.
A full minute of cumming knocks them off their axis, it felt like an eternity to both of their senses.
Until finally, it subsides.
Kastor drops down on his back to her side, gasping for air as he tries to clear his mind from the veil that surrounded it. His lover instinctively rested her head on his bare chest, breathing hard herself. Her hair slightly tickled his skin.
"That *Huff* was *Huff* wonderful." Shanoa states with a blissful smile on her face. "I feel… Full." She says as she strokes her belly, feeling his cum swirl around her womb. Her heart beats furiously in her chest as she feels more alive than ever before. "So this must be what it feels like to be complete."
He chuckles at her statement. "And thanks to me, our connection now gives you enough power to slay Dracula."
She blinks twice at that, before checking her magic reserves.
They were bigger now, much bigger than before. She gazes in awe at her lover's face as he cockily grins at her. She reaches up and pulls his face towards her for a fiery kiss.
'With this power, I can finally slay that monster, and I can stay with my husband, my lover.' Her eyes close contently.
'Forever.'
It's nearing morning where I am and I should probably have slept on this. But Nah, 3:00 AM is the prime time for wanking am I right?