“Heegh,” Karastak groaned into a chair within one of the side rooms of his newly acquired mansion. The night had been stressful and exhausting for himself. Especially with what he had viewed after the confrontation with the supposed Reagent of Stonewall.

The Human in question was not well loved by those who were considered as Nobles of the city, except for the one called Rosenfall. The pair spoke as though they were long time friends or companions who had come into a great fortune together before settling down in the city. Whereas the rest moved their children and wards away from the young Reagent, who eyed them all as though he were a young girl in a shop full of dolls for her to play with. He even sounded like a child to his ears, and whined about them not joining in on the fun he proposed to them.

One that would lead to the children being invited inside the castle for a bit of “fun” with his “toys”. This sent a shiver down Karastak's spine as the thought flew through his mind, and was grateful for their encounter so that he could dispose of the one called Michel at the first opportune moment.

Though, their female companions had been eyeing him and his since the very beginning. Sia he knew about, and had “nursed” her back to life, even if it was only a strange evening for her to be healed to 100%. The Foxwoman, though... she was a mystery to his mind. A minour one to be sure, but the glances he caught from her were less than appealing.

In his mind, it was the woman who was in control, not the man. It was a common enough of an occurrence, to be fair, but she had the look of a schemer. So perhaps she was using the young man for some sort of gain? Revenge, power hungry, desires unaccounted for. This list went on and on.

“But it's not my problem,” he muttered to himself, and it wasn't. He held the curiosity of the situation within his mind, but felt nothing more; no pursuing ideas for the mystery at hand. Instead, his thoughts drifted towards the confrontation between himself and a “Lord Lungren”.

The Human in question had a short beard, half a hand long and had a habit of tugging on it during his speech. Here, the man apologised for the actions of his children stating, “I had heard what they have told you, Hero Karas.”

“I am not a 'hero',” he interjected, holding up a crystal glass full of water, though it gave off the appearance of something alcoholic, “I do not have the Title, nor the Class. I am simply just a Mage who was elevated to the position that I am because we fought back against someone who threatened to take what was ours by right. After which a quest was received, and brought to that strange Sergeant with the sparkling muscles at the gate.

“So again, I am not a hero, nor do I wish to be saddled with the title and everything that comes with it.”

Upon so saying, he sipped his water with eyes closed until only a small mouthful remained. When the glass was retracted from his lips, his eyes reemerged and found the Human Lord to be tugging on his beard in contemplation. Who then, after realising the one before him was now awaiting a response, smiled softly with a nod, “Very well, Mr. Karas, but my children have troubled you, and I wish to make amends. Perhaps a play-date could be arranged for the children within my home? They will need to have... interactions with those not born into their station if they are to grow well.

“Even yourself is invited to join me at my home.”

“For what purpose is that, Mr. Lungren?” the eyes of Karastak drooped, not at all pleased with this turn of events, but still curious.

“Lord Lungren,” the old Human tried to interject.

But failed, “Mr. Lungren. I do not recognise your station, nor will I be like all others in their scraping and bowing.”

“Lord” Lungren sighed in response, and knew to it would be an uphill battle in fighting someone as stubborn as the one before him. Especially when that someone had a gold A on a leather lanyard revealed upon his chest. Which led to him waving the words away as he continued, “One week, I shall come up with something to speak to you about. Perhaps it'll be a quest or two. Who knows?”

For the rest of the party, he found it dull, but the food was good and the water pure enough. Though, the wines presented to him were many, but each tasted of vinegar upon his tongue, and the beers were as bitter as could be. Thus leaving him to his water with a strong desire for whiskey.

Though his time at the party was without entertainment, beyond the excitement of threatening the Reagent, speaking with Lungren, and ignoring the requests made by the young Human leader, the children had some fun. For example, Puella had found kinship with a pair of white haired boys her age, and played a game of tag whilst Lupa watched before being pulled into the game. This then spread to encompass even Lungren's daughters and a few more, until the night was full of happy children.

Such a scene caused Karastak's eyes to glaze over as he smiled softly upon the scene, his mind drifting into nothingness whilst the whole of his body became calm. This lasted until Michel tried to join in on the fun, resulting in Lupa calling out to Karastak for help. Which came in the form of the pupils of his eyes glowing red as Zabartik swung his shield into the face of the Reagent. Once more, causing his body to sail away, but towards the moat instead of the castle's interior.

After such a commotion, his group left the party, but promised the white haired boy's parents that they may visit to play with his daughters at a later time. Thus resulting in him collapsing upon the chair in one of the many empty rooms of their estate, where he growled softly, but stopped as the door opened to reveal Annata in a nightgown as the light from the hallway lamps lit up most of the room.

“Lord?” she called out, her eyes searching in the darkness, and jumped a little when the sound of chair legs scraped across wooden flooring.

“What are you doing here, Annata?” he asked, stepping into the light, only to be surprised when she rushed to his side and threw her arms around his neck. She tried to plant her lips upon his own, but was pushed away until she fell to the ground.

“What is the meaning of this, Annata?” his eyes glowed a soft red as he glowered down upon her.

“Well,” she tapped her index fingers together as her eyes drifted away, “You were stressed by the end of tonight, and I still hadn't thanked you enough for allowing me and everyone to stay on the Material Plane forever... So... here I am as a thank you and to relieve your stress.” The rabbit-eared woman, or Rabbit-kin, beamed a smile up at himself.

Whereas he became suspicious, as her demeanor was different in the hours before. Instead of being professional, as her station as the head Maid of his household demanded, she was someone with a few brain cells short. However, this was shaken away as he called out, “Command,” whilst the other tilted her head at himself.

“[Awaiting Command,]” spoke the monotonous voice of The Black Parade's System.

“Command, locate Annata.”

“[Locating, please stand by... … … Location detected. Direction: Half a metre in front of you.]”

“Thank you, Command,” Karastak mumbled with a small sigh as he turned his full attention upon her, where her eyes perked up as her gaze contained a lot of curiosity. Of course, he still had his Minimap, but doubted it told him anything beyond a creature's name and level in conjunction of where he stood. “Well?”

“Huh?” Annata's straightened herself as she stood tall, a crooked grin spread across her features, “Well, you put up those tenets, remember? The second one stated that we are all family, and we have to help one another forever. So, I want to help you.” She puffed out her small chest towards himself, but deflated a little at his response.

“With what? You are already helping us with the household chores and helping with the children.”

“Oh come on,” she whined, slumping forward, but paused as he held up a hand.

“I am aware you wish to be my bed partner, Annata. I am not so foolish as many others, but,” a single digit was held up, “I wish to know why you wish to become as such?”

“Um... well...” The woman rubbed the back of her head and giggled softly with a smile.

To which his eyes drooped as he brooded over a thought before speaking up, “Very well. You may be my bed partner.” Her eyes lit up as a great smile spread across her features, but drooped a little as he continued, “Be aware, your station will not change because of this. Nor are you to ask for a special favour because you and I share the same bed. Understand?”

“Okay!”

*

The pair had moved away from the room, and now stood at the foot of a large bed which he had claimed for his own. Annata maneuvered her body in such a way that caused the gown to fall free of her body to reveal her body's perfections. Such as the pair of small mounds upon her chest, the curves of her body, and the slit betwixt her legs. All of this and more was revealed to himself, as he snapped his fingers three times to remove his robes, trousers, and undergarments. Thus allowing her eyes to behold his entirety just as he beheld her.

There wasn't a speck of hair upon her body, save for her head, brow, and tuft of a tail above her hind end. Many would speculate that she was a child, but this was not so. For the people of the Shadow Realm were all born an adult, and were never once allowed to go through the process of pregnancy. Which meant he had little to stop his next action.

Which was to gently push her onto the bed, and bade the woman to lie on her back as he spread out the legs in order to lean forward and ply the flat of his tongue to the outer folds of that which was betwixt her legs. Whereupon she gasped, leaning forward enough to grip his hair with a few soft moans escaping her throat. More ensued as he found her small erection, and began to suckle upon it whilst his hand slid against her sides before gripping and massaging her breasts.

A wetness spread out from below his chin, which he took to lapping up in an effort to clean her lower self, but instead opted to return to the erection. Whereas his right hand left the mound of soft flesh in order to drift down towards the source of the wetness. The middle finger of his hand then slid between her folds, penetrating her body and causing her back to arc.

This led to Karastak to grin as he moved his body towards her left breast, and began to gently suckle upon the nipple which presented itself as though he were a babe in need of milk. His left hand was underneath her back in an effort to help brace her body, but moved it to steady himself as her lower body writhed with pleasure from the assault of his finger. Of which was joined by a second, and the pair moved in and out whilst wiggling inside.

He soon felt a gushing of fluid being released around his digits, and pulled them out in order to grin down upon the Rabbit-kin. Of whom was panting at this point, relaxing from the sudden euphoria that filled her entirety. When she was calm enough, Annata turned to smile up at himself before wrapping her arms around his neck, and bringing him down for a sensual kiss. One that lasted for only a short moment, as his fingers reentered her body. No longer were they gentle in their touch, but firm and full of vigor as her lower body spasmed under his application.

Soon, though, she was left with a reprieve as he pulled them free of her body. However, he also pulled himself atop her body whilst keeping his steady several centimetres above.

Here, he gripped his member, which had grown stiff since her first moan, and rubbed the tip against her lower body. Her own eyes begged at his, and he smiled before leaning down in order to ply his lips to her own. She reciprocated the application, but gasped as he slid into her body until no more could be added.

Instead of moving immediately, he stayed within her as his lips fell upon her own for several more heartbeats before he moved, but not in a normal fashion. Instead, his body moved clockwise, his member rubbing against her inner walls which created a new feeling for herself. Toes were curled and fists were bound tight in the sheets as her body writhed whilst another pleasurable moan was released. This would continue until he felt her body stiffen and try to absorb his member further up her inner body.

It desired something of his, and his mind was too fogged to worry about it as his body, finally, began to move. Whilst it did so, he lifted her body close to his own, where she wrapped her legs around his waist, arms around his neck, and kissed him as he held her waist and began to thrust into her body. Moans swiftly became pants as he felt a primal desire take over his mind, causing his pupils to change to a soft red as a growl was released from his throat. One that soon led to his body moving faster as the Rabbit-kin gasped and held onto his as though for dear life.

Whereupon she was tossed off his member and onto the bed, and was soon joined by the other when she stared up into his eyes with lust and longing. Leading to him shoving himself back inside her lower body, and gripping her waist as though to prevent her from moving away as he continued to move. Annata, on the other hand, continued to writhe and moan as she flailed about from the onslaught he was applying to her body, and could do little beyond being swept away by the tides of lust which gripped her very core.

However, just as such tides threatened to overwhelm her entirety, they receded and immediately returned as a hurricane. For Karastak had picked up his pace, his lower half almost becoming a blur as the wet sounds of pleasure echoed louder than their growls and moans. Which lasted for only a few heartbeats, as he slammed his lower self deep inside her body, she feeling something forcing its way into a part of her she didn't know about.

Within a single moment, there was nothing as their bodies paused in their lust filled venture. When it resumed, it resumed in heat as Annata felt something filling her body. A fire which came from below, causing her eyes to widen greatly as she gasped from both the pain and pleasure of it all.

Her eyes immediately drifted down towards her abdomen, but saw nothing beyond glistening sweat and the curvature of Karastak's member throbbing beneath her flesh. One that was slowly pulled out of her body, and she noted it was shrinking slowly, covered in a white substance as well as her own fluids.

Here, she tried to speak, but found herself to be too exhaustion from their venture into the planes of Lust and Pleasure. Thus resulting in her body collapsing, sleep edging over her consciousness. The last memory of the night was of her Lord standing over her body, a maniacal grin upon his features, and a pair of crimson orbs in his sockets.