The days past where silent and uneventful.
After their steamy rendezvous in the wine cellar, which to their surprise nobody had noticed. Both the oldest Dimitrescu daughter and the manservant she was secretly having sex with kept their distance from each other. Or well as much as they could as to not arouse suspicion of their secret.
Bela hadn't said a word to Marlin in those days. Aside from pestering with her sisters as they usually did. Marlin knew she was pretending it, or maybe she wasn't? Bela was hard to figure out, one moment she despised him and the other moment she wanted him.
There was an unspoken understanding between them. No word was spoken about their rendezvous. They all knew what the result would be if this secret where to came out.
Marlin thought about it quite often. As any servant he loathed the position he was in, hated Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters. But now all of a sudden in the span of a few days he had been intimate with the oldest daughter about three times, the last one ending in an incredible passionate lovemaking session. Not just one of want and desire but of outright passion and mutual pleasuring. Bela even called him by his name, the first time he heard his name in five years. How could he hate her now? After all that had happened? Did she like him anyway? The thought was to absurd to even think about. But these last few days he had shown definite evidence to the contrary, even if she didn't like him she tolerated or accepted him at least to an extent. Or she just saw him as a good sex doll to pleasure her as he pleased. Whatever it may have been, Bela Dimitrescu had become a mystery to him, but also something of an affectionate thought.
Bela on her part was both confused and angry, mostly at herself. She allowed this pitiful excuse for a man to have sex with her. And she liked it too! Something about being with him just made her primal, made all her insecurities and worries fade away. Maybe it was the forbidden nature of their act? Maybe it was that she felt something more for the manservant? Maybe his special blood was just that addictive to her? Whatever the reasons maybe, one thing remained as a column above water, what to do next? Does she continue with this and satisfy her needs, or does she get rid of the desire all together by just telling mother about it.
On one hand there would be no more temptations, no more desire. But on the other hand….she also wanted to keep him for herself.
During the early hours of the morning the swarm of flies that made up Bela materialized in front of Marlin's bedroom. In a somewhat odd moment she quietly knocked onto the door. When no response came she simply stepped inside.
His room was small, big enough for one bed and a closet and that was about it. Not the most appropriate living conditions especially for a castle this huge but mother wasn't going to waste space on a manservant, even one as competent and terrified of her as Marlin.
She saw his sleeping form, it was very early, darkness was crept all around them. She closed the door behind her and moved towards him.
Bela seated herself on the bed beside him. He looked so peaceful sleeping, as opposed to the consistent worried expression on his face. She leaned over and kissed his forehead.
She couldn't explain why she did what she did. They went through dozens of manservants like this for years, what made this man so special? Why did he make her feel this way?
Almost as if by design he awoke, in the darkness he saw her shape before it became apparent. Her cap was down, her dirty blonde hair was wavered behind her, the tattoo on her forehead clear to see.
"Miss Bela….what are you…" Bela shushed him softly.
"We need to talk" she said.
Despite feeling sleepy, Marlin decided that it was in his best interest to listen to her. He didn't know what it was about, but her soft tone and lack of utter sadism in her eyes he could only guess that it was about the situation they found themselves in.
"I don't know why I want you, at first I thought it was for your blood. But now I want more, I want more all the time. You're like a drug, an itch I can't scratch and it's driving me crazy not knowing why I desire you this way."
She made it very clear that she was conflicted. Wanting him made her both happy and disgusted, she saw him as beneath her, he was a manservant after all, to do the family's bidding until he dropped dead.
"Miss Bela…if I may have permission to speak?"
The oldest Dimitrescu daughter nodded in response. Marlin was still surprised she didn't just slap him for speaking out of term.
"I cannot answer why you feel this way Miss Bela, I hardly know any better. But I do not think we should continue this? If this comes out I'm…"
"Dead" Bela finished for him.
"You'd be very dead and suffer harshly for it. Mother would spare no expense in her torture methods, she'd probably make my sisters carve you up first. And they are a lot more violent and willing to carve up your….delicious body then me" she told him, almost jolly at the thought.
Marlin gulped in fear. He had seen Lady Dimitrescu torture a previous servant, and that was for something so low as dropping a glass. Imagine what she would do if she found out he had sex with her daughter…..the thought alone made crawl up in fear.
"And that would be such a shame," Bella coed as she softly grabbed his face in between her hands "because I'm really starting to enjoy this" her hands went underneath his blankets to the covered frame of his manhood.
"So I propose an agreement manslave" she said as she ran her hands through his long unkempt hair.
Marlin just stared at her, her familiar grin had returned, playful but dangerous, but also genuine.
"Yes Miss Bela..what would you like?" he asked her with his head down, eyes averting at her.
Bela grabbed his hair and pulled him so he looked straight at her, before resuming playfully caressing his hair with her fingers. "When I call for you, you will come and pleasure me. You will do whatever I want, whenever I want, with no complaints and no talkback. You will be all mine."
Her eyes where intense and burning with passion again, but her grin was still there. She had him by the balls, metaphorically and physically.
"In return, I will not speak a word to anyone, you won't have to worry about a thing. It's a win-win for us both. What do you say?"
This wasn't even a proper deal, it was either agree or die. Still it could be worse, Marlin thought. He wouldn't admit it out loud but his rendezvous with Bela where the best experiences he's had in a long while.
"I agree to your terms Miss Bela" he answered.
"Wonderful" Bela said lovingly, giving him a kiss as a way of sealing the deal with him.
The kiss was sweet and passionate, like she truly meant it, it didn't feel forced, it felt right. Too right.
"Now that we have that settled," Bela said as she grabbed a tight hold on his manhood, causing Marlin to mutter at her tight grip "time to make good on our agreement."
A few minutes later Bela was naked and bouncing up and down Marlin's manhood with an aggressive vigor. Marlin tried once again to keep quiet but inside his body was filled with pleasure. Bela gripped his chest, digging her nails deep into him as she bounced up and down his manhood.
Her eyes had once again turned blank with passion as the sensation was overwhelming her. Whatever this man did to her, he was doing it good. She was addicted, intoxicated by him, his blood, his manhood, his everything. She should feel ashamed, ashamed to be enjoying this, ashamed to let it get to her. But how could she feel ashamed if it felt this good.
"Yeeesss! Of fuck! Yes" her nails dug tighter into his chest, to the point of drawing blood. Bela immediately bent down and drank it, licking it off her lover's chest while giving him a seductive look.
Marlin bucked his lips in response, going deeper into her. She moaned as her tongue licked off the small drops of blood on his chest. He bucked again, driving even deeper.
He's trying so hard, such a good manslave, Bela thought happily.
Their lips connected once more as passionate erupted between them both, a simultaneous orgasm washed over them just as their tongues battled for dominance, muffling their moans completely as they let this feeling of pleasure washed over them like a wave, and in Bela's case, a wave of happiness.
She collapsed on him panting, her head finding comfort on his muscled chest as she slowly felt herself drifting away slowly as he placed an arm around her. Normally she would have broken his arm for that, but this felt good.
Too good to be true.