As Daniela Dimitrescu walked through the hallways of her giant home, only one thought flowed through her.
The sight of the family's longstanding manservant having rough and passionate sex with her sister.
Daniela couldn't get the image out of her head. Even though it had only been a few hours to her it felt she had seen just mere minutes ago. A mixture of feelings coursed through her being. Shock, awe and even slight disgust.
How could her sister, the most dangerous of them allow herself to submit herself to a manslave? What did he do to her to make her be willing to let him take her in such a way.
And why didn't he do it with me, Daniela thought biting her lip.
She immediately banished that thought to the realm of no return, or so she tried. Compared to her sisters, Daniela wasn't as…well developed as them. Being the youngest will do that to you. Even though she boasted the same slender elegant figure as her sisters, her other curves where lacking, at least in her eyes.
She had seen the manslave have sex with her sister, and Cassandra had loved it, moaning in complete ecstasy without a care in the world, and probably not caring who would see her at that moment. It had made Daniela's stomach turn in that moment, not with disgust when she first stumbled unto it. But with envy…
Cassandra could get any man, often just randomly plucking them from the village, whether they wanted too or not, or they were too blinded by their own lustful desires to realize what horrible fate awaited them. Bela on the other hand didn't just randomly pick people she could indulge herself with, she actually took her time to find a person off interest, whether or not they meet the same fate as Cassandra's victims was sort of unknown.
And then there was young Daniela, she barely had any partners or men to please her, mostly because she had already drained them off blood before she could try anything else with them, it had been years since she actually had tried anything else with a man other then turn him into a personal and unwilling blood donor.
And now this manservant, the one who had lasted the longest, whose blood was so divinely delicious they decided to keep him was making love to her sister….and not her.
In the midst of all those thoughts she had found herself where she felt she had subconsciously gone. In front of her was the door to Cassandra's room.
She had remembered how Cassandra told the manslave to meet her at night. Daniela was shaking slightly, impeding on Cassandra's privacy was basically a death sentence, or in her case a lot of shouting and buzzing around the castle.
Slowly but surely she opened the door, just enough to look into. And the sight was as clear as day.
There the manslave was on his knees at the edge of the bed, his head rested between Cassandra's legs, who was quite frankly moaning like a siren, clearly indulging in the pleasurable feeling the manslave was providing for her.
"Hmmm….fuck yes!" Cassandra moaned.
Hearing her sister moan like that was unreal, she had never seen Cassandra in such a blissful state aside from the slaughters she often committed. But this was different somehow…she was enjoying herself thoroughly. Her hand holding the manslave's head into place as he pleased her wet womanhood with his tongue.
A shot of envy surged through Daniela, she felt her insides tingling, she felt herself getting wet as she watched the side unfold. Minutes must have passed and she was entranced. And when Cassandra came she could hear it loudly as her head fell back on the bed.
The manslave stood up, allowing Daniela to admire him in a way she had never done and never imagined she would do. His long blonde hair was a mess but quite a handsome mass, and he was muscled, she guessed all that hard labor had really worked off.
And then she saw his erection and her eyes were locked and her lips where instantly wet. He was well endowed, big but not too big.
Daniela couldn't help but sneak a finger down to her wet spot, rubbing it through her soaked panties. She hadn't seen a manhood in years, much less felt one. And now her sister was enjoying quite the specimen, and if his blood was already irresistible. How would the rest of him be?
Cassandra was spread out on the bed in post orgasmic bliss, Daniela observed the scene carefully and silently as to not make her presence known. She saw the manslave place himself on top of Cassandra, instantly entering her.
From there on the room was filled with moans and the sound of a wet slap continuously coming down and Daniela couldn't take it anymore. All she saw was her sister being taken roughly by the manslave, and loving every second of it.
Dispersing into a swarm and instantly flying off to her room. Daniela closed the door firmly behind and fell to the ground slumped against the old wooden door. Pulling up her dress and literally ripping her panties to shreds she didn't hesitate to plunge her fingers into herself.
As she fingered herself she could only imagine what it would be like for the manslave…Marlin was his name? to do this to her instead. Pleasure coursed through her as she plunged her fingers in and out of her dripping womanhood, her moans echoing through the room.
She wanted more…
She wanted to be passionately taken and pleased like Cassandra was. Her envy was growing with every minute.
"Why doesn't he want me? Am I not pretty enough?"
Her years of deep seated insecurity overwhelmed her mind so much that not even her own orgasm could break her out of it. Her head was slumped against the doorframe, her fingers wet and soaked from her own juices. A tear dripping down her eyes.
"Why not me…why doesn't he want me…" she whispered to herself as her thoughts consumed her, her fantasies about the manslave where now even more prevalent.
"Why doesn't he want me…"