The Lusty Ionian Butler Ch. 1

Author's Note: H-hi, everyone. It's me…Syndra. Despite how embarrassed I feel writing these out, my good friend Kiba ensured me that many of you would find these enjoyable and entertaining. I'm not nearly as quick of a writer as he is, so I do ask that you forgive my slow pace when releasing these short fantasies of mine. I hope you enjoy them, at least as much as I did, and I'm sorry in advance for those of you who don't like this sort of thing. It's not really something I can help. Whatever happens though, please don't tell Ren. I blush even thinking about what he'd say if he were to get a hold of these. Thank you for reading them, and I hope you also enjoy Kiba's work since he's tried so hard to capture Ren and my story on paper. Thanks again for all of your support. – Syndra

Crossing my legs, I let out a bored sigh before licking my fingers and flipping the page of my book. Every few seconds I could hear the casual dripping of water within the bucket that my servant used to scrub the floors nearby. My eyes found themselves slowly wandering from the tome's text to fall upon the fit body that was now mine to command. Such was the fate of a fool who thought to outwit one as superior as I. "Oh servant!" I sang playfully, causing him to immediately drop the sponge and straighten at my call. "Have you finished those floors yet?"

It wasn't for a few seconds until he finally called out a reply. "N-not yet Mistress. Please forgive my slowness. I am not worthy of your mercy." His words caused a smug grin to come to my lips as I stretched out more, pressing my chest upwards with a yawn.

"No? My, my…what good is a servant who can't even scrub the floors in such an ample amount of time?" I could nearly feel the disappointment that rolled off of him across the room, and with a smirk I continued before he could speak. "Never mind that however, I'm afraid my legs are so stiff, they've caused my feet to become sore. Be a good boy and take care of that would you?" Immediately, my eyes followed him as he scrambled to the end of the throne over which I was draped.

"Y-yes Mistress. As you command." Holding out my leg for him, I allowed him to slip my shoe from my foot, his hands delicately stroking the soles in reverence. I sighed softly, enjoying the massage he had begun to provide. It always pleased me greatly when my slave touched me, and now was no exception.

"So then Slave…you have not completed the floors. I assume that means you have yet to prepare this afternoon's meal either?" Lifting my head up, I watched as his lowered in response submissively. Good boy.

"No mistress. My apologies." He whimpered as my other foot slipped from my shoe.

"There, there." I cooed. "Since you're at least doing well in your current duty, I suppose I'll forego your usual punishment and actually allow you to eat something tonight. It wouldn't do any good to have my servant weak with hunger now would it?" Using my other foot, I gently caressed his cheek, an action he reciprocated by nuzzling against me.

"Thank you for your mercy Mistress, I don't deserve such kindness." The smile on my lips grew more. It was always nice to be reminded that my servant knew his place. As he continued to massage my foot, I soon slipped it from his grasp, a soft sigh of disappointment escaping him before I replaced it with my other one.

"Well…since you're aware of my generosity, perhaps I should show you more. You've been rather well-behaved recently haven't you?"

"Anything for my Mistress." He gasped, as I lazily drew a circle on his chest with my free toe. Anything indeed.

"Kiss them." I commanded, and without even a moment's hesitation, my slave's lips gently caressed the top of my feet in reverence. A soft purr of enjoyment formed in my throat as his massage continued to please me, every second pushing me further towards praising him more. This was the life I deserved to live, one of true mastery over the weak that resided beneath me.

How amusing that my servant originally came to seeking my friendship. He had attempted to convince me that I needed him, that my life was incomplete without someone such as himself. But he learned all too quickly the truth. I didn't need anyone, especially not a weakling. But even still, I could not deny that he provided many…benefits. I didn't need him, but Gods did I often find myself wanting him. And when the times came that my want was so great that I could barely stand it, he was always so eager to sate my desires.

My book fell to the ground with a clatter as I felt his warm breath running over my toes, his lips begging for my approving grace with every soft caress and sucking that they provided and once again I could feel the heat that began to boil up within me. "That's enough." I ordered after a few more moments, and he obediently fell away crawling back towards his abandoned sponge to continue his work, but before he could I reached out with my arm, snagging the back of his uniform and pulling him to me.

It required almost no physical effort on my part, the instant my fingers made contact on his fabric he immediately surrendered himself to me like he had been trained to so many time before. Pulling him closer, I leaned forward to reward him with a soft kiss, my hands running through his shaggy hair that lay messy and tussled upon his head. He immediately released a gentle and appreciative sigh as my lips pulled from his, still able to taste the sweetness of his submission upon them. "I don't recall telling you to leave." I purred, causing him to open his mouth in apology, but not before I quickly placed a finger to his lips to silence him. "Shhh." I urged, and when convinced that he would remain quiet I pulled my hands away, slowly moving to sit up. He shuffled around obediently, ensuring that he was kneeling before me as I adjusted my position to make what came next more convenient.

"Tell me my slave, what is it you think of your Mistress?" I asked as my hands slowly went behind me.

"M-my M-m-mistress?" He gasped, the need in his eyes growing in anticipation for what lie in store for him. "She is perfection. I am not worthy to serve her. That she graces one as inferior as me with her presence is an act of compassion only capable by one such as her." I smiled, gently untying the top that concealed my body from him, allowing it to fall from my breasts.

"Good boy…and you know what good boys get don't you?" I asked. His lips fell open as his chest rose and fell, his head silently moving up and down as I arched my back for him. I gently let my fingers run down my shoulders to my breasts where they danced across my nipples, making them hard. "Do you think you deserve to play with your Mistress' body?"

"N-no Mistress. I am not worthy."

Gently, I beckoned him closer, and when he had come within reach, I cradled him in my arms, pressing a nipple between his lips. Obediently, he began to suck at my breast, a soft moan of pleasure escaping me as I tugged at his hair affectionately. He was already so eager to please, which meant that soon I would have him panting like the dog he was as I took my fill. My eyes slowly closed as I tilted my head back, pressing my tit further into his mouth as I held him close. But soon however, I felt his hand slowly rise up my stomach to squeeze and massage my other breast. Frowning, I slapped his hand away, causing him to whimper into my chest.

"Bad!" I hissed, "you were not given permission to touch. You are my plaything understand? Not the other way around." Tugging on his hair I pulled him back from my body to glare into his eyes.

"F-forgive me Mistress! I was weak." He began to babble, and so to silence him I pulled him to my breast again to resume his suckling.

"I suppose I can forgive the weakness of one so inferior, though if you do so again I'll ensure you are severely punished. Understand?" A soft moan came from him out of acknowledgement and so, I gently ran my hands through his hair again, losing myself in the pleasure he was providing. When at last I felt his teeth brush against my nipple, I knew that I had him wrapped around my finger like I'd wanted. He was completely under my influence now and there would be no resistance from him. As I pulled him away, he whimpered, his tongue reaching out pleadingly in an attempt to not be removed from the gift of his Mistress. "Easy pet," I purred, "I've not finished with you yet."

I spread my legs further as he began to pant heavily, the lust in his eyes growing more desperate by the second as he struggled to control himself from simply leaping upon me the moment I released him. He'd come a far way since I first began training him. Hiking up my skirt, I revealed the silken panties that were now moist with my own desire and I watched as he licked his lips in anticipation. I gently let my hands fall from his hair, moving to scratch him under his chin. He purred happily, tilting his chin to attempt to keep my finger after it had left. "Go on then…you know what your Mistress desires." He nodded, crawling forward and leaving a trail of kisses up my thigh until he pressed himself between them, inhaling deeply to become drunk on my desire.

Gently, he allowed his hands to run along my outer legs, and despite his mild disobedience despite my earlier warning, I let it slide, only because of the pleasure that his lips granted me as they brushed my navel. Gently his teeth ran along my flesh, catching upon the delicate silk as he slowly tugged them down my body. When at last he removed them from my ankles, his eyes looked up to me expectantly, as though he were sending a prayer to his Goddess in thanks. And as his Goddess, I rewarded him with a nod, allowing him to proceed. He nuzzled against my foot, planting kisses as he had earlier that trailed up my legs at a painfully slow rate. Already I began to crave the feeling of his tongue, my fingers that had begun to stroke myself in anticipation serving as a poor substitute. When his lips at last reached me mound, he ran his tongue along my slit sending fiery waves of excitement through me.

I wouldn't grant him the satisfaction of one of my moans however, not until he finally wrapped his lips around my clit. The pleasure his action granted was sensational, and with it my head fell backward, my lips parting in sheer ecstasy. Already my folds had begun to drip with lust, until unable to stand his teasing anymore I gripped his head tightly and roughly pulled it against my snatch. Unable to breathe, he immediately began to struggle, only serving to increase my excitement further. He knew what he had to do if he wanted me to release him, and as soon as his initial panic subsided to make way for his obedience, his tongue slipped into my nether lips to taste me. Only then did a soft moan escape from my lips, a suitable reward for the service he was providing.

So lost was I in my pleasure, that I nearly forgot to allow my servant the vital air he needed, lest he fall unconscious and be unable to continue fulfilling my every wish. Gently tugging back on his hair, he let out a thankful gasp, though his tongue still desperately sought to plumb my dripping hole. Satisfied with his reaction, I released him, allowing him to continue his affections on his own as my hands returned to my breasts to ensure that they did not go unattended.

Soon we were both lost in our pleasures, his of satisfying his Mistress and mine of the physical joy that his servitude provided. I gasped as his hands slid upward, taking momentary advantage of my distraction to pull me further towards him, his hot tongue reaching new depths that I could not even fathom. I squealed in delight, my thighs tightening around him as waves of undeniable and mind blowing satisfaction exploded within me. Without even a second though, my body lunged forward, taking him to the ground under my weight and despite the painful thud from his back hitting the floor, he continued to feast upon my sex.

Trying desperately not to collapse from my own hedonism I rotated myself so that I could drape over his body, running my fingers down his chest to the large bulge in his pants just waiting for its Mistress to take her pleasure from the willing flesh. "That's a good servant…just keep pleasuring your Mistress and you'll receive her blessing." I purred to him, leaning forward to kiss the fabric of his tight work pants. Pointing my finger at his belt it simply burst apart from him, allowing my fingers to slowly unzip his fly so that the pent up arousal bounced free to stand at attention. The instant my fingers wrapped around the bulge kept beneath his underwear his tongue thrust fiercely into my pussy, spearing my g-spot upon its tip. His moans, though muffled by my womanhood, continued to echo around the chamber as I finally revealed the toy of my desire.

Licking my lips eagerly, I gently ran my fingernails along his skin before my digits gripped his hard cock, sliding up and down it at a slow and teasing rate. I wasn't interested in making him cum, not yet. For now I wanted to ensure that his mind was so lost in satisfying my desire that when I finally did decide to allow him his pleasure he'd find himself singing praises to me for days for being so merciful. Leaning closer I placed a soft kiss upon his tip, gently trailing them down his shaft while man hand cupped the sensitive balls beneath. His hips rose, trying to get his flesh into the soft embrace of my mouth, but instead I simply squeezed down upon his genitals, a gentle warning that he was mine to enjoy as I saw fit. Obediently his body lowered back to the ground, and with a satisfactory grin, I slowly lowered my lips around his member.

My hair fell down in silvery waves along his thighs, blanketing his crotch as I took in every precious inch of his hard dick one at a time, making sure to coat every pore with my saliva. I made sure to move extra slow, wanting to feel his suffering in the pleading caress of his tongue. And feel it I did! His rough muscle stroked the inside of my walls, lapping up every drop of lubrication it could find as though seeking a switch that would activate my generosity, though he knew no such thing existed other than to do as I commanded. Soon however, I could feel his crown seeking to enter my throat, and I knew that in order to complete my goal of completely enveloping him I'd have to give him a moment's respite. So that I could make sure to balance such a thing out, I lifted my hips from his mouth, causing him to emit a pitiful whine of longing, just before it was silenced by the sensation of my throat caressing his corona. This sensation would be short-lived for my servant however as I quickly pulled my lips from his flesh, now successful in having ensured that my stroking would not bring him to the brink too quickly.

Lowering myself once more, he gratefully began to lap away at my core and I took the moment to enjoy his ministrations before beginning his treatment in return. My hand began to move slowly at first, using the lubrication from my tongue to guide along my touch as our soft mewls of pleasure began to blend in the air around us. I felt his hands running up my legs to fondle my ass and for once I was pleased that my servant was taking initiative. "Ugh…yes! Just like that my slave!" I moaned loudly, stroking him faster with every bit of depth he permeated until I felt my eyes roll back into my head as stars began to spin through my head. My body quivered as my thighs tightened around his head, and with one last erotic gasp I exploded into my toy's waiting maw. Shortly after I could hear the sounds of him hungrily swallowing the gift I'd given him, wanting so desperately to repay it with an offering of his own, though patient enough to allow his Mistress to enjoy taking it from him. A cruel smile came to my lips, as I slowly climbed from his body panting heavily. "Good boy." I purred, standing up despite his pleading whimpers. "What's wrong my pet? Didn't you enjoy pleasing your Mistress?" I asked, noting the desire that flooded his being becoming apparent in his eyes.

"M-mistress Please!" He whimpered, as I knelt down beside him, running my hand along his abs.

"Please what my pet?" I purred, knowing he was trained well enough to know better than to ask for what it was he wanted. When he said nothing, I leaned closer to him, gently licking a bit of my femcum from his cheek before placing a loving kiss on his nose. "Oh…were you worried that your Mistress almost forgot your release?" I asked, as though I'd just remembered something casually. "Well…I suppose you've been rather well behaved haven't you?" He nodded ecstatically, keeping still so that I wouldn't have reason to leave him in his current state. "Very well, I suppose I can indulge you in your lotus-eating. But you have to be a good boy and keep still." Knowing that he wouldn't dare disobey, I straddled his waist, pressing the moist lips of my pussy against his thick tip. I watched as he ran his hands up to my thighs, but this time I grabbed his wrists tightly and pinned them over his head before falling down to impale myself upon his hard shaft.

He immediately began to moan, his body attempting to buck against mine every time I rose and fell, though my magic made sure to keep him firmly in place, so that he had absolutely no control over the pleasure I granted him. This was his reward, but it was my choice to give it to him. My body began to move faster and faster as I bounced upon his shaft, my nails dragging down his chest to leave long red scrapes that drew illicit sounds from my beloved toy. He was mine; we both knew it and we both loved it. Every agonizing second that I kept him on the edge was another second that he fell further into desire to worship the very ground upon which I walked, and I admit that the power I had over him was one that could make me drunk if exposed for too long. Releasing his wrists to allow my magic to do the work for me, I forcefully pressed my lips against his, shoving my tongue down his throat in a passionate but heavenly tongue fight, the taste of my femcum still completely overriding the normal sweetness of his lips. I didn't intend on our kiss lasting long, however, and soon he found my breasts pressed against him while I nibbled and sucked upon his throat.

"Tell me pet," I murmured into his ear, "do you love your Mistress?" He nodded, his body warm and feverish from the feeling of my own grinding lithely against him. "Good." I giggled before sinking further on to him with a moan. The way he filled me was a sensation that I found myself steadily becoming addicted to ever since the first time I decided to sate my boredom with my 'toy'. Running my hands along his sides, I arched my back, driving myself further on to his magnificent tool and breaking my concentration enough to release his wrists from their hold.

His arms wrapped around me, holding me closer as he twisted his body to place a forceful yet loving kiss on my lips, unwilling to surrender any ground but also obedient enough to know not to push forth until my say-so. I allowed him his moment of affection, my pleasure addled mind unable or unwilling to resist the way he clung to me in sweaty desperation. But it wasn't long until my sense returned to me and with a grin, I broke his grasp with little effort, rolling over on to my back and pulling him between my legs. "Well…if you're going to be so forward, come take your Mistress like a good servant." And oh, how he took me. His large, strong hands gripped my hips, pulling me on to his throbbing man hood as he began to rut inside of me like a maddened beast. Every thrust caused my breasts to bounce in a lovely rhythm that he set based on how tightly my thighs squeezed around him.

By this point, my body had long left my control, seeking to only serve my own desires by pulling him further inside me as my hands gripped the air trying desperately to find something with which I could brace myself against the vicious pounding of my man-servant. Again I felt my muscles ripple as my toes curled in ecstasy and my eyes rolled back in my head. I came hard, coating his shaft in even more of my creamy fluids, my body tightening around the part of him that was so close to my core. As the pleasure subsided, I could see that he too was nearing his completion, but I wasn't yet ready to surrender my hold. I watched his handsome face closely, reaching upward to stroke his cheek with a tender touch and just when I could see the pleasure in his eyes betray his impending climax, my magic clamped down hard onto his shaft, preventing him from his desperately desired orgasm. I felt his cock spasm, trying urgently to unload its seed into the box that showed it such love, but there would be none of that. Not yet. Gasping, I pulled his hands away from my hips, disentangling myself from him.

He weakly tried to protest, but the moment his member slid free from my pussy, I gripped his hard rod in my hand, the other squeezing his swollen testicles to ensure he hadn't managed to spill his load without my say so. "Something wrong?" I asked, another squeeze ensuring that he was unable to respond through his moans. As though it were a leash, I stood guiding him by his shaft with an unprecedented gentleness to where I had originally sat, and as he stood there waiting for his Goddess to sate is inner-most desire, I took the time to bask in how much obedience he'd developed over time. Such tameness deserved one of the greatest rewards he could be given, and so I leaned forward where I sat, slipping his hard member between the soft pillows of my tits.

Moving my hands to either side, I carefully pressed the lumps of flesh together so that I could move back and forth on his cock, allowing my tits to envelop his entire manhood, save the crown that would poke through to my chin the further down I slid. At last, I leaned forward, running the tip of my tongue along his narrow slit to lap up his delicious pre-cum that had begun to bubble up from inside struggling to press through the tight ring of magical force that held him in my throes.

That was when the unexpected happened. All of my teasing drove my slave to the brink of insanity, his hands moving in a quick blur to grasp my long hair. It was too late when I realized what he was doing, and soon he began to roughly thrust his cock into my mouth, trying hard to get himself off on whatever tight hole was in his reach. I resisted at first, though only for a moment until I felt another drop of his pre leak on to my eager tongue. Surrendering myself to his roughness, I granted him the rare privilege of abusing my mouth as his own personal fuckhole. Never before had I let my slave treat me so, and it would be a long time until I did so again, but for the moment I embraced the slutty warmth that had filled me from his desperation.

When my surprise faded, I eagerly allowed him to slip deeper into my tight and wanting mouth, his flesh slipping in and out of my throat, unaware of why he couldn't bring himself over the edge when such wonderful sensations were being provided by his Mistress. His grip tightened on my head as his thrusts became more violent, and I eagerly allowed him to abuse my lips, knowing full well that despite the momentary relapse I was still in complete control of his pleasure.

Looking upward at him, I met his eyes with an aroused and whorish gaze that contagiously spread to him. His moans rang in my ears like the sweetest of songs as he tugged and pushed, sinking himself deeper and more roughly into my mouth, pinning my tongue down with the building thickness of his meat. A hand slid between my legs, circling my swollen clit as I allowed the sluttiness he'd imposed upon me to fill me with a pleasure unlike I'd experienced before. With every grateful sound he made, I encouraged him further, sucking hard on his meat the way my own lower lips sucked tightly on my fingers, matching his pace with their probing and I knew once again my time was coming quickly. Just as he was about to thrust back into my eager velvety passage, I allowed my teeth to gently graze his flesh on the way in, and as he pulled out I jerked my head back, his tip falling free with a pop as my magic relinquished its grip. Now free, his eyes rolled back in pleasure as long hot spurts of his seed arced onto my face and breasts, his pent up orgasms coating me in the warmth of his jizz. After his first load coated me in hot spunk, I eagerly leaned forward, opening my mouth wide so that he could place his tip upon my tongue and deposit the remainder of his cum into my hungering lips.

Soon, I found my mouth filled with his salty gratitude, and eagerly I allowed each precious drop to roll down the back of my throat to fall into my waiting stomach. When at last his stream stopped, I massaged his fleshy balls, kneading ever last bit of the delicious juice from him as I sucked him dry eith the eagerness of a cum-starved whore. My lower pussy lips quivered around my fingers as the third and final orgasm raced through my body, allowing his meat to roll free of my lips, now cleaned from my desperate sucking. With one last loving moan from me, his cum slowly rolled down my chin, dripping on to my already sticky and cum coated tits. I pulled him into downward into my seat, draping myself over his lap so that he could hold me in a sticky embrace while my hands ran affectionately through his scraggily hair.

"Well my pet…do you have anything you want to say to your Mistress?" I cooed, tickling him beneath his chin as his eyes scanned my cum coated body.

"Th-thank you…Mistress." He panted, bringing a smile to my lips.

"You served me well my lovely little toy, your Mistress is most pleased." Taking his hand in mine, I used his fingers to scoop the cum from my soft breasts before holding them before his face and tantalizingly sucking them clean in front of him. "I hope you enjoyed your Mistress' reward she gave you." He nodded, now using his own incentive to massage me in our post-coital embrace, every few moments placing a sticky finger on my lips to allow me to taste his subservience.

When at last, I'd licked most of his seed clean from both of our flesh I gripped him tightly, laying my head upon his chest sleepily. "You've been a good boy…" I muttered sleepily, "but your Mistress I tired now. You're allowed to hold me for another ten minutes and then you're to get dinner ready understand?" I asked.

"Yes Mistress…I promise I'll watch over you while you slumber until it is ready. Do I get to eat as well Mistress?"

As a sign of approval, I simply kissed his lips, an affection he returned to say he understood. I allowed his large and soft hands to roam my body as I fell into a lustful slumber, thankful to have a servant who knew how to care for his Mistress so well. Despite how I'd enjoyed his little last-moment rebellion, I knew that I'd have to punish him later, but for now I'd let him bask in the satisfaction his work brought me. I hardly noticed when he at last lifted me in his arms before gently setting me down on the cushioned throne, going to begin preparing my meal as he'd promised.

My sleep was restful, and as the darkness swirled around me I began to wonder what other ways that I could convince my slave to submit to my desires next. The time for that would come much later when I'd recovered my strength, and the last thing I heard as I lost myself in my sex-addled dreams was the sizzling of my servant cooking combined with the satisfied grumble of my stomach as his offering of cum sloshed around in my content belly.