MGC Side Smut 1: Sabina's Massage

This is the first side smut for MGC. A quick reminder: this doesn't take place at a specific place in the plot... yet. I may actually make this one a main chapter as parts of it feel meaningful and important in establishing more about various characters. It may end up being the chapter after next, but in the meantime it's here.

Despite the lack of exercise equipment in my room--for now--I still did the best I could. I maintained a healthy regimen of bodyweight workouts that consisted largely of squats, planks, lunges, three different types of pushups, and a creative use of Dusky for my bench press.

“Ten!” she announced, “Eleven! Twelve! Oh fuck, this just makes me so horny--”

“Dusky,” I warned her, my voice strained from the rigorous exercise.

“I mean, fourteen! No, wait, thirteen?”

“It was thirteen,” I said. “Now we’re at fifteen--you know what? I’ll count for myself.”

After we’d wrapped it up, she predictably attempted to seduce me, but I shut that down right away, sending her shuffling back poutily to her room, sulking and cussing under her breath with her paws balled into clawed fists.

The next thing on my agenda was two hours of study. Vania didn’t have the most robust library, but my father, Cedric Van Helsing, had left behind some tomes of ancient knowledge and a journal that was magically locked. I cursed at that, hoping that one day I’d be able to find some way to pry inside and learn just who my father was--and why I’d never known him. Not that it bothered me much. I’d turned out just fine.

“Vania,” I said, talking to my sweet housewife of a castle, “Do you speak French, by chance?” I asked.

“I’m afraid I only speak English, German, and Romanian,” she said. “Why do you ask?”

“I was hoping to find a practice partner. It seems my Latin is rusty as well.” I said this while flipping through a tome of ancient pagan spells from pre-Republican Rome. I could make out the bulk of its text, having studied my fair share of the classics on my breaks at the east end Kwik Stop in my hometown. Still, chunks of the text were esoteric to me.

“We can arrange a tutor for you at some point,” Vania suggested.

“That sounds lovely, dear,” I said, sloshing a goblet of red wine in my hand. I took a sip, growing restless after almost three hours of study. My eyelids were growing heavy, my shoulders tense, like someone had pressed their thumbs in the grooves of my shoulder blades for far too long. I was getting raw. I needed to improve my study posture.

“I wonder what Sabina is doing,” I wondered aloud. “Would you mind asking if she could make room in her schedule for me, sweetheart?”

“That seems woefully unnecessary, my love,” Vania cooed back at me. “She would serve you willingly without warning any night of the week. In fact, she’d jump at the chance.”

I grinned, knowing she was right, and slammed the tome shut with a satisfying thud, letting it fall flat on my desk. “Another time, Book of the Red Dragon. I’ll plumb your secrets yet, but another time.”

I crossed the room toward the door and strolled down the hallway. “Sabina,” I bellowed at the door that was a portal to the girls’ various bedrooms.

Instantly, the door flung open for me, and I was not really surprised at what I saw. Sabina had a man in her room--a dead man, by the gray color on his face and the decidedly drained look he had to him.

“Master!” she announced excitedly. “Umm, Vania, can you please help me discard the remnants of my breakfast?”

“Of course,” Vania hummed happily, and six fleshy pink tentacles extended from the floor and pulled the body down into the stonework tile.

“Thank you!” she turned her full attention to me and bowed. “Master,” she said again, grinning ear to ear. “It is my honor to be visited by you. Shall I remove my garments as we agreed upon before?”

“It was our agreement,” I said. “I’m a bit disappointed you had to ask.”

She gasped, hastily removing her booty shorts first. Lucky for her--for us, really--she wasn’t wearing any panties underneath, so she was mostly naked already. Then the top came off, and a pair of heavy goth vampire titties hung pale before me, the veins barely visible beneath her skin, her pierced pink nipples a welcome sight indeed. She was naked, shaved to perfection, not a single hair on her body from the neck down.

She stood there, a hint of nerves, but she didn’t dare to cover up a single thing, let her hands rest demurely at her sides, biting her lip as I gave an approving grin. “Beautiful,” I said, and she relaxed a bit, even blushing pink.

“Thank you, master,” she said. “I’m so happy to know that my body satisfies you.”

I nodded. “Actually, that’s why I’m here,” I said. “My back was a bit sore after my workout and study session, and I remembered the other promise you made.”

“Oh!” she said happily, clasping her hands in front of her. “I have the oils all set out already! And I’m already naked, of course.”

“That you are,” I agreed.

“Please, master, allow me to serve you utterly until every drop of tension has vanished from your body and your memory,” she cooed, and then she gestured to her bed. “If it is alright with you, master, I would enjoy the privilege of being allowed to undress you myself.” Her eyes were wide with hope at that notion.

“Fair enough,” I consented, and I walked through the quiet room toward her. The only sound was the sound of my boots on the ground and the soft crackling of burning wood on the fireplace.

“Master,” she moaned, as she grabbed the bottom of my shirt, but then she said nothing for about five or ten seconds. Then again, she said, “Master,” softly.

“What is it?” I said, raising my arms as she pulled the shirt over my head, leaving me bare chested.

“Nothing,” she shook her head. “I just like the word. It makes me feel… closer to you.”

To her surprise, I stole a kiss, grabbing her cheek and pulling her in. She was too cute--how could any man resist? Her hair was black as a night on the dark side of the moon, and her skin as pale as a ghost’s--or nearly as pale. And I had that on good authority as I was also intimate with a ghost.

Her otherworldly beauty was undeniable, unavoidable. If god punished lust, I was damned by her with a single glance, so gorgeous she was, her heaving chest brushing against mine as I felt the silver studs in her nipples graze my skin.

The taste of her lips was delightfully sweet and bloody, and I could tell she was in a rare mood after having just eaten. She was at her most lascivious, her most erotic--her hunger was satiated, but it only made the fire in her loins blossom for me.

As I broke the kiss I heard a single tiny splash upon the castle floor, and unthinking, I looked down to see what it was.

“That’s so embarrassing, master,” she said, and it took me a moment to put it together even then--a bit of cum just dripped from her pussy, heavy enough with lust to make a sound in the cavernous room.

It only made my desire for her grow all the stronger, so I pulled her in tightly for yet another kiss as she fumbled with my belt and stripped off my pants. I stepped out of them as they hit floor, then grabbed her thick, succulent ass and pulled her body tight against mine, feeling her stomach brush up against my cock.

“Master,” she whimpered softly. “Do you still want the massage?”

I grunted, having almost lost myself to her, and then I laughed. “Yes,” I said. “Yeah, I’ll take that massage. Thank you for being the responsible one.”

“I only said something because I am clinging to hope that you may still choose to have your way with me afterward,” she confessed as she took a step back and gestured toward the bed.

I kneeled on the bed at first, getting into position, then lay flat upon it, my ass facing the ceiling. “I suspect that there is a rather distinct possibility of such a thing occurring.”

She giggled. “Very good, master. I’m going to apply the oils now,” she said. I could hear the sounds of it as I lay face down on her bed, hear the squelching of the bottle as it oozed its contents into her soft, delicate hands, and then hear her hands rubbing all over skin--not my skin, I immediately realized.

I looked up, sneaking a peek and had an almost religious experience as I beheld the majesty of the goth vampire girl lathering half the bottle’s contents onto her own body first--focusing mostly on her voluptuous tits. I groaned quietly to myself as anticipation took me, feeling the hardness of my cock digging into her mattress.

“Your body is incredible, master,” she said as she admired the dimples and lines of muscle in my arms and back. “It is going to be such a pleasure to have such intimate access to your godlike figure.”

“I was going to say something rather similar, Sabina,” I laughed.

She gasped, freezing with the bottle still in her hand. “You’re teasing me.”

“I’m definitely not,” I said. “You are fucking perfect. Now, straddle my ass and give me that massage.”

“Of course!” she squealed, and she dropped onto the mattress and hastily positioned herself astride me, her pussy lips grazing my ass. I relished the teasing of those lips against my skin, and I could tell she did too as she ground her hips ever so lightly into me while her hands found my shoulders.

Her skilled hands massaged my shoulders, and I could feel her fingers sliding down, applying exquisite pressure as she dragged her fingertips to the base of my spine. She repeated this process in reverse when returning up my back, stopping at each vertebrae until we reached my neck. Her thumbs worked their way into my hair, kneading it gently, massaging even my scalp, and I knew no spot on my body would escape her adoring scrutiny.

The pleasure she bestowed upon me was intense; so much that a small cry escaped my lips as I lay there beneath her tender ministrations. My skin tingled with goose bumps where her touch had been lightest, and all thoughts of anything but the present vanished from my mind. The only thing I could think about in each passing moment was what was going to happen next—and I was never disappointed as her hands moved over every inch of my back, neck, and legs.

And then I felt the softness of her oiled breasts upon my back for the first time, pressing her tits against my body lightly. The feeling of her boobs against my back was oddly satisfying--you'll never feel more pampered than in a moment like this when a woman is grinding her cunt and her tits against you, covered head to toe in scented oils, her only goal: your bliss. And though they were heavy, soft, and warm--all good things--there was something else about them that made my heart race faster, my cock twitch, and my balls tighten. Those cold, metallic piercings added an extra layer of teasing sensation to the intimacy of her lewd act of service.

It went on like that for a while, but the real fun began when she turned me over. She gazed into my eyes wordlessly, her face overcome with her own horniness. I watched as she licked her lips and her hanging tits descended onto my chest, and we were almost kissing just given the position. From the way the kept her lips slightly parted and constantly wetted, I knew there was an open invitation to taste her again--but I refused it, only wanting to experience the euphoria of the erotic skin to skin contact she was performing upon me.

And then she went lower. And lower. Then, lower still, and I felt her tits engulf my manhood between their massiveness. She looked up at me as though she were about to ask for permission to do something.

“Master,” she said, her voice breathy and her eyes tinged with desire, “Please, give me the honor of first tittyfuck.”

“I’d say you’ve earned it,” I grinned, and I put my arms behind my head to better enjoy the view. Her little bat wings fluttered happily to be given the go-ahead command, and she reached for the oil and lathered up my cock and her tits with about three times as much lubricant as was necessary. I didn’t complain--even her cool hands felt incredible on my shaft.

And then it happened. I watched as my cock almost disappeared between her incredible mammaries, and felt the warmth of her tits overcoming me as they rubbed and massaged the length of my dick again and again. She moaned, and so did I. The carnality of the act enhanced the pleasure in a way that I hadn’t anticipated. The hot, naughty look on my vampiress’s subservient fact somehow urged me to become even harder.

“Fuck, Sabina,” I groaned.

She stopped. “Am I displeasing you master?” she said, her voice gone suddenly very high and girly with worry.

“The opposite. Don’t stop! Keep going!”

“Yes, master!” she beamed at me. Her tits consumed my cock again, the smooth, softness of them gliding over me, and her hands pressed her tits tight against me as her tongue flopped out of her mouth, overcome with her own mounting lust as she moaned like my own personal slut. She was so damned cute, and I wanted nothing more than to have her completely naked and pleasuring me for the rest of my days.

"Can you suck it?" I asked, pointing at my mouth where her fangs would be.

She frowned and shook her head. "Your cock is too fat," she whimpered. "It won't fit between my fangs."

"You can't make them retract or something?" I groaned as the pleasure built.

"I'm sorry, master," she whined. "I thought I told you before."

I sighed. "You did, more or less. I just... enjoy blowjobs."

She started working even harder, her tits flapping wildly, smothering my cock. "Please master..." she whined. "Love me for my flaws."

"It's not a flaw," I said, closing my eyes. I was about to cum. "It's just a limitation--and I'm sure, in time, we'll find more things that are special about you and make our time together even more incredible... Ohh, fuck!" I groaned suddenly as my cock started twitching, my balls burning as I shot my load onto her face.

She worked hard to lick up every single drop like a good girl, but some of it dribbled down her chin. She wiped it away with her hand and smiled weakly up at me. "Thank you, master, for giving me this privilege."

"Come here," I said, extending my arms out for her. Her eyes widened, and she thrust her body forward and landed on top of me, in my arms. "I am sorry for bringing up the blowjob stuff," I apologized sincerely as I stroked her cheek. "You're amazing, even without that."

"Thank you, master," she said, though it sounded a little sad, even as she nuzzled my neck greedily.

"Don't doubt me," I said. "That's an order."

She stayed quiet. "Master?"

"Yes?" I said back to her as my hands teased her wings. She moaned a bit at that.

"Do you... think you will love me? One day?" She lifted her head up to look me in the eyes. Her eyes, black sclera and glowing red pupils, might have been scary to some, but to me it just lit that fire in my heart.

"Who's to say I don't already?" I asked, stroking her hair.

"Would you find me if I was lost?" she asked. It was an ominous question.

"Why do you ask that?" I said.

She looked at me for a moment, then finally broke her gaze and leaned back into my neck. "No reason, master."

I took a deep breath. “If anything ever happened to you, I would flay alive every person responsible--right after I brought you home, safe and sound. No one touches you without my permission. One unwelcome finger on your shoulder is a death sentence," I said, kissing her forehead.

She cooed. "You know just what to say."

I leaned to one side, exposing my neck for her. "Take a bite," I said. "Drink as much as you want. You earned it."

"I'm unworthy of your blood," she whimpered.

"Then I command you," I said. "Drink my blood until you're satisfied."

She whined a bit, but eventually I felt her fangs sink into my skin. She sucked my blood greedily, but it was a lot like a sweet kiss, gentle and yearning, and I enjoyed every second of it as it lulled me to sleep. The last thing I noticed before crashing was a pair of fleshy pink tentacles lifting up the bedspread to cover the two of us as she unlatched from my neck.

"Good night,  master," I heard her soft voice say as her black hair tickled the side of my face. "I love you."