In the heart of the Gremory teritory, the Gremory Manor stood as a testament to both power and elegance.
At the heart of this grand estate, Grayfia Lucifuge, a stunningly beautiful woman with silver-gray hair and striking red eyes, moved with an elegance that belied her status as a maid. Her professional maid outfit, adorned with intricate lace and embroidery, reflected her refined demeanor.
She was Sachiko Juraku reborn, her calm and composed demeanor a stark contrast to the chaotic world she inhabited. Her striking red eyes, a remnant of her past, held a hint of dominance, a testament to her desire to control and subjugate those around her. Her role as a maid was merely a facade, a cover for the true power she wielded as a high-ranking devil.
In the shadows of this grand estate, Gasper Vladi, a half-human, half-vampire dhampir, moved with a timid grace. His delicate features and fair complexion often led to mistaken identity, a fact that he found both embarrassing and endearing.
Gasper's heart pounded in his chest as he followed Grayfia's instructions, his steps echoing in the quiet, secluded corridors of the Gremory Manor. The anticipation in his eyes was palpable as he reached the door she had indicated, a small, unassuming entrance tucked away in a corner of the grand estate.
He took a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly as he turned the knob and stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of aged parchment and the faintest hint of something sweet and exotic.
Grayfia stood by the window, her silhouette framed by the soft glow of the setting sun. She turned to face him, her striking red eyes locking onto his with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine.
"Welcome, Gasper," she said, her voice a low, sultry purr. "I've been waiting for you."
Gasper's breath hitched as Grayfia's gaze traveled down his form, lingering on curve of his hips. He felt a heat rise in his cheeks, a blush that seemed to deepen with each passing moment.
"You're so adorable Gasper," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. He could see the desire in her eyes, a hunger that mirrored his own. She stepped closer, her hand reaching out to trace the line of his jaw, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through his body.
He could feel the heat of her skin, the softness of her fingers as they brushed against his cheek. His heart pounded in his chest, a drumbeat that echoed the rhythm of his desire.
Grayfia leaned in, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, "You know, Gasper, I've been watching you. I've seen the way you look at me, the way your eyes follow me when you think I'm not looking." Her lips brushed against his, a soft, teasing kiss that sent a shiver down his spine.
He could feel the tension building between them, a palpable force that threatened to consume them both. "I want to see that look in your eyes again, Gasper," she murmured, her voice a low, sultry purr. "I want to see the desire, the longing, the need."
She pressed her body against his, her hands wandering down to his hips, her fingers tracing the curve of his waist. He could feel the heat of her body, the softness of her skin as she pressed against him.
His breath hitched as she leaned in for another kiss, her lips brushing against his in a soft, teasing dance. He could feel the tension building between them, a palpable force that threatened to consume them both.
Gasper's heart pounded in his chest as he stood there, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. He was a dhampir, a creature of the night, yet here he was, standing before a woman who held all the power.
He was defenseless against her attack, a mere virgin in the face of her dominance. Grayfia's eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger as she moved closer, her hands reaching out to trace the line of his jaw.
He could feel the heat of her skin, the softness of her fingers as they brushed against his cheek. His throat went dry as she began to strip him, her hands deftly unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off.
He stood there, his chest bare, his heart pounding in his chest. His eyes widened as she teased him, her maid dress falling away to reveal a full set of purple lace lingerie.
Gasper's breath hitched as he took in the sight before him, his eyes drawn to the curves of her body, the softness of her skin. He could feel the tension building between them, a palpable force that threatened to consume them both.
Gasper's breath hitched as Grayfia's hands moved to his waistband, her fingers deftly unfastening his belt. His eyes widened as she pulled his pants down, revealing his contrasting size. She let out a soft gasp, her eyes widening in surprise.
He felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him, his cheeks flushing a deep red. "I-I'm sorry," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. Grayfia's eyes gleamed with a hungry curiosity as she leaned in, her hands reaching out to touch him.
"Don't be sorry," she whispered. "I find it... intriguing." She wrapped her fingers around him, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through his body. He could feel the heat of her skin, the softness of her fingers as she began to stroke him.
His breath hitched as she leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a soft, teasing kiss. "I want to taste you, Gasper," she murmured, her voice a low, sultry purr. "I want to feel you in my mouth."
She moved down, her lips tracing a path down his chest, her hands continuing to stroke him. He could feel the tension building between them, a palpable force that threatened to consume them both.
"Grayfia," he moaned, his voice a low, desperate plea. She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with a hungry curiosity as she took him into her mouth. He could feel the heat of her breath, the softness of her tongue as she began to suck him.
His body tensed as she moved her head, her lips wrapping around him, her tongue swirling around him.
He could feel the pleasure building, a wave of ecstasy that threatened to consume him. "Grayfia," he moaned, his voice a low, desperate plea.
"I'm going to... I'm going to cum." She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with a hungry curiosity as she continued to suck him, her head moving faster, her lips wrapping around him, her tongue swirling around him.
He could feel the pleasure building, a wave of ecstasy that threatened to consume him. "Grayfia," he moaned again.
Gasper's body tensed as the wave of pleasure crested and crashed over him. His breath hitched, his body shuddering as he spilled into Grayfia's mouth. She did not stop, her head continuing to move, her lips wrapping around him, her tongue swirling around him.
Gasper's eyes widened in shock as he felt another wave of pleasure building. He tried to pull back, to warn her, but Grayfia's grip on him was firm, her mouth relentless.
He moaned, his voice a low, desperate plea, "Grayfia, please... I can't... I'm going to..." Grayfia looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with a hungry curiosity as she took him deeper into her mouth.
She did not stop, her head moving faster, her lips wrapping around him, her tongue swirling around him. Gasper's body tensed again, another wave of pleasure crashing over him. Her deepthroating made him cum 3 times in a couple of minutes.
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End Of Chapter 9
I focused on Grayfia this chapter but in the next one it will be Gasper's POV.
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