Owning a Maid Harem Ch. 25

Characters

Main Characters

Lance Hayward: New Master of Hayward Manor.

Cali: The purple-eyed maid with a mysterious past. Has the Golden Garter.

Maria Hayward: Lance's mother. Has the Silver Garter and is his Mommy-Maid.

Kylie Hayward: Lance's little sister. Has the Pink Garter and his Little Sister Maid.

Ms. Lynette Docea: Lance's history teacher. Has the Light-Blue Garter and is his Teacher-Maid.

Nancy Heres: Lance's aunt and mother's sister. Has the Red Garter and is his Aunt-Maid.

Bella Miles: Lance's best friend. Has the Yellow Garter and is his Maid-Wife.

The Daughter Maids - Bronze Garters

Angela Hayward: Lance's daughter with his mother.

Virginia Hayward: Lance's second daughter with his mother.

The Virgin Maids - Pink Garters

Ashley: Student

Brenda: Student

Janiqua: Student

Rashimi: Attends First Baptist

Tabitha: Kylie's best friend

Zeta: Attends First Baptist

The Wise-Maids - Gray Garters

Abigail Wright: Curator at the Museum of Neolithic History

Asuka: Student

Marsha Peterson: PHD in Celtic Mythology

Mrs. Johnson: Teacher

Mrs. White: Dean

Sister Martha Ruth: Nun at St. Theresa

The Slut-Maids - Orange Garters

Alisha: Shop girl

Deborah: Aunt Nancy's eldest daughter.

Deidre: Attends First Baptist

Izzy: Aunt Nancy's youngest daughter.

Ji-Woo Im: Runs Happy Touch Massage Parlor

Seo-Yun Choe: Masseuse at Happy Touch Massage Parlor

The Concubine-Maids - Green Garters

Alice: Student

Carla: Cheerleader

Felicity: Student

Gloria: Student

Mrs. Kenning: Mother to Opal

Mrs. Miles: Bella's mother

Opal Kenning: Bride going to marry Clint Hartford.

Veronica: Student

Other Characters

Aleister Hayward: Brought the manor from England to America

Clint Hartford: Groom going to marry Opal Kenning

Coach Richards: Teacher

Daffodil: Attends First Baptist

Derrick: Rick Reynold's best man, banging his bride.

Lana: Attends First Baptist

Mortimer Hayward: Lance's dead uncle, previous owner of Hayward Manor.

Mr. Carter: Teacher

Mr. Jordan: Teacher

Pita: Attends First Baptist

Rick Reynolds: Groom goign to marry Rita Carlyle.

Rita Carlyle: Bride going to marry Rick Reynolds. Cheating on him with his best man.

Sister Shannon Ester: Nun at St. Theresa, killed by Malevolence

Ursula: Attends First Baptist

Young-Ja Choe: Masseuse at Happy Touch Massage Parlor

The Imprisoned

The Gizzamuluke

The Hagazim

Lady Smiles

The Maggotborn

Malevolence

The Misshapen

The Ripper

Smiles

The Seductress

The Stalker

The Twin

The Weeper

The Woods

The Demoness Hungers For His Seed

Lance Hayward

I stood in complete darkness. In the power of the Seductress. Alone.

I couldn't hear any of my maids that I had brought into the clearing with me. Not even Cali who was behind me and crying out her warning. We had walked into the Seductress's trap. A chill ran through me. A wave of fear.

I stood in the Seductress's power. She wanted me here.

I stepped forward and conjured my golden lance. It glowed in the darkness, and yet revealed nothing. I could barely see my hand holding it. Just a shadow. I turned slowly in the darkness, my heart hammering away.

"Kylie!" I shouted. "Andrea! Aunt Nancy! Izzy!"

No one answered.

"Cali!"

A profound quiet gripped me.

I moved slowly, not sure what else to do. My heart pounded. Terror seeped through me like oil bubbling out of the cracks in the earth. A thick sludge coated my insides and threatened to swallow me. I wanted to run. To shout. I clenched my hands on my lance.

I had to control my fear before it wiped out my reason. Killed my thoughts. I had to master it now. I took in slow breaths. Fighting the panic demanding I run. I would not run. I would stand tall. I was the Master of Hayward Manor. I had the Golden Power. I would stop the Seductress and save my mother from the evil bitch's grasp.

"Mom!" I shouted, my voice strong.

Nothing answered me. I turned slowly in the dark, my feet moving slowly. Carefully. The oppressive night pressed in at me from every direction. I felt like I was at the bottom of the sea floor in the abyssal night. Completely alone and waiting for some horror to drift out of the black and attack me.

"Mom!" I shouted again. I had seen her. Chained to the wall. "I'm here, Mom!"

"...mine..." whispered from the darkness. A soft sigh, almost like a final exhalation wheezed out from a dying body.

Pain ripped across my back. Burning claws slashed me open. I grunted and staggered forward. Blood poured down my back. I gripped the staff and snarled against the agony. My knees buckled from what had happened.

I spun around and thrust at the darkness. My golden lance plunged into the night and struck nothing. I could feel her, though. She was all around me. I had walked right into the Seductress's power, and she--

Pain burst in my side. I staggered as more blood spilled from my wound and splashed on the ground. It ran hot down my thigh. I snarled and thrust in the direction it came, my heart pounding now. The stench of copper filled my nose.

My blood splashed on the ground.

"...power..."

The shadows quivered around me with the Seductress's excitement. This time, the words were breathier. Not like that final exhalation. It held more life. Like it was growing stronger. I shifted in place, the only sound I could hear was the drops of my blood striking the earth.

PLOP! PLOP! PLOP!

A third slash in my left thigh. A single nail scraped across my muscle. I growled and slashed my spear, swinging it in a glowing arc out to the side, hoping to strike her as more of my blood splashed on the ground. My life ran down my body. None of the wounds were deep, but they bled.

PLOP! PLOP! PLOP!

"...my power..."

"You're not trying to kill me," I snarled in realization. "Not right away." She wanted my blood.

How could I stop her? The darkness devoured my blood. She ate it. It didn't matter where my blood landed, it fell into her... power. The shadows around me were her power. I needed to... to... stab not at an unseen foe, but at the black around me.

I had to stab at her power.

I gripped my spear in both hands and focused on my real enemy. The oppression around me. The black trying to swallow me. That was the Seductress. I believed I could hurt her. That my golden light could plunge into the heart of her shadows.

I thrust forward and struck the darkness.

The night hissed with pain. My light tore a hole in the black. In the shadows. It grew brighter for a moment. I could see the ground I stood on, my blood vanishing the moment it landed on the earth, swallowed by her shadows.

I stabbed again at the dark. I struck it. The shadows recoiled for a moment. I panted. My fingers grew numb. Too much blood spilled out of me. The wounds all bled freely. Drop by drop, I lost my life. My energy.

A wave of dizziness washed over me. Panic nibbled on the edge of my reason. I was dying.

I formed my lance into a sword only. It was still at the end of the long handle. A glaive, I think. I held a glaive now in my hand. I slashed at the darkness, desperate for help. I didn't want to die in this dark place.

I didn't want to be devoured by the Seductress.

She would feast on the Golden Power in me. The Hayward blood would energize her. What could she do with it? Take down the Hay? Allow all the nightmares in this realm to spill back into our world and plunge it into madness.

She would kill my maids. My sister. My mother. Bella pregnant with my son.

"NOOOOOOO!" I roared and slashed with all my might into the darkness.

My golden light ripped through the night. A deep slash. A mighty scream echoed around me. I left a gash in the black. A tear in the night around me. I staggered, almost collapsing to my knees. The world spun around me. I slammed the butt of my glaive to the ground, my blood running down my body.

I staggered through the wound in the shadows into more darkness. But now... Now I wasn't alone. My mother was here, chained up to the wall as I remembered her to be. She stared off into the distance, a smile on her face. A stoned smile.

"You can't have her!" I snarled and slashed at the night around the pair of us.

The darkness screamed. The shriek trembled around me.

The shadows swirled and washed over my mother like tentacles. They slithered around her breasts, spiraling up those large mounds until the reached Mom's nipples. The darkness engulfed those nubs and constricted around her breasts.

Mom groaned, her face twisting with exultation. She shuddered in the chains as the Seductress fed on her breast milk. On her healing, rejuvenating cream. Anger swelled in me that this creature would dare touch my mother, let alone nurse from her.

I slashed at those tentacles. The darkness melted away as the shadows screamed. Mother's breasts were freed. Milk beaded from her nipples. I needed that milk before. I couldn't feel my hands. My feet. The cold marched up my limbs to my core.

I died.

I stumbled forward and grabbed my mother's right breast, planting the butt of my weapon on the ground. I leaned down, falling into her bosom, and latched on. I suckled from my mother's nipple. Her milk flooded my mouth.

I nursed from her as the blood dripped down my body. I gulped down her sweet delight. It spilled my throat to my belly. The warmth swept through me. Feeling returned to my extremities. I groaned as the pain diminished.

I gulped down more and more of the milk as my injuries mended. The blood still dripped, but the flow slowed then stopped. I swallowed them as the strength returned to me. I replenished the blood I lost. The power that she had devoured from me.

I ripped my mouth from my mother's breast and spun around. I attacked the darkness.

Pain ripped across my chest. A new wound that spurted blood into the darkness before me. My crimson splashed on the shadows and vanished. The night quivered around us, glorying in what I had just done.

"...more power..."

A chill ran through me. She wanted me to heal. To find my mother.

"Bitch," I snarled and slashed at the night. "I won't play this game!"

The whisper laughed around me as my blood ran down my chest, feeding her. She grew stronger as I grew weaker. I slashed again, striking the night. A claw ripped across the back of my thigh. I staggered at white-hot pain.

"Fucking cunt!" I roared. "Face me, you monstrous bitch! I'll show you power!"

"Bitch?" mother whispered, her voice distant. "Not a monstrous bitch. She's my daughter."

"What?" I spun around to her. "What did you say?"

"She's our daughter, Master," Mother said, her voice dreamy, her eyes glazed.

The darkness swallowed her. I was alone again in the night, my blood running out of me. The chill settled down into my limbs again. I shook. Fear swirled around me. How could I beat her? This was all her plan, but...

She hid Mom from me. Why would she do that if she wanted me to keep drinking her breast milk to survive? Those words... The Seductress was our daughter? A sick feeling washed through me. She had been born, taking over the flesh of our daughter.

My hand clenched about my lance. The Seductress was part Hayward now. She had a connection to me. I focused on that. My glaive pulsed with glowing light. I felt... an echo. A reflection that bounced off something similar behind me.

I whirled, forming my glaive into a lance, and stabbed at the reflection. At my daughter's.

My weapon slammed into the reflection and burst with light. It washed around me and revealed a woman standing there naked. She looked like... a vampish version of Mom. Not a motherly woman, but a seductress in her guise. Predatory and sensual all at the same time. Her evil twin, eyes as black as night with lush lips and a hairless pussy. Her big breasts quivered in delight as she licked her lips in hunger.

She threw herself at me and slammed into me before I could raise my weapon to defend myself. She struck me and knocked me to the ground. She was on top of me, her breasts rubbing into my chest. Her lips claimed mine.

She kissed me with hunger, her breasts rubbing into the cut on my chest, drinking in the blood that flowed out of me. Her hairless pussy rubbed on my cock. Despite my bloodloss, I hardened beneath her silky cunt sliding up and down me.

I broke the kiss and growled, "You want me, don't you?"

"I want your power," she purred, staring down at me with those black eyes. Not all black, just the irises and pupils, the whites stark in contrast. "Mmm, blood is power."

"So is semen," I said, remembering what Cali had told me.

"Yes," she moaned and slid her pussy up my cock. She reached the tip, her pussy lips surrounding it. She plunged down my dick and gasped in delight. She gripped not just my physical lance, but my metaphysical one.

Her pussy gripped my power. She held it tight and tried to rip it from me as she rose and slid her cunt up my cock. She massaged me with her twat as she wrestled with me for my power. My nuts twitched, brimming with my seed.

"Yes," she moaned, her lips curling in a smile. She flashed sharp fangs. The femme fatale version of my mother. Dark and beautiful. Dangerous and passionate.

She plunged down my cock, her big boobs bouncing over me. I shuddered as I reveled in her cunt riding me. She was my flesh and blood possessed by a demon. A sensual seductress. A succubus that feasted on me in the night.

"Yes," she moaned as she worked up and down me, drawing on the power that would let her end the Hay. "Mmm, that's it. Just give it to me, Hayward."

I would. She wanted my power, I would give it to her. I would flood her with my jizz and my energy. She was my flesh and blood. Like called to like. My power quivered in her, aching to flood her. My hands balled into fists.

Her hot pussy worked up and down my dick. She massaged me with that delight. Her back arched, her boobs heaving as she massaged me with her hot snatch. Her silky passion slid up and down me. I groaned, the pleasure rushing through me.

Her exquisite pussy built and built my orgasm. The intoxicating rush of her cunt devouring my dick swept through me. This was a perfect delight. I reveled in her hot pussy suckling at me. I gambled on the existence of the world.

"Yes, yes, yes," she moaned. "Oh, the legendary Hayward lance! It is ecstasy! Yes, yes, I love being pierced by it!"

"Legendary?" I groaned, her pussy gripping me.

"Mmm, yes, yes," she moaned. "The cock beloved by the Queen of the Tuatha de Danaan. By Titania herself. Yes, yes, that's such a delight. Mmm, fill my cunt with your big dick. I'm going to cum on your mighty lance, and rip your soul from your body, Hayward!"

Titania? One of my ancestors fucked a fairy queen? I had to read a Midsummer's Night Dream last semester in Mrs. Johnson's class. Damn.

What a stud that guy had been.

The Seductress slammed her cunt down my body, her tits jiggling. They drew my attention. Those big, bouncing mounds beckoned me. I grabbed her sides, feeling the silkiness of her skin as I watched her tits heave.

"I will have your power!" she moaned. "You can't resist cumming in my pussy!"

"No," I groaned.

I slid my hands up her body and gripped her breasts. I squeezed those soft, lush mounds. They felt just like Mother's. I kneaded those breasts as her evil twin worked her cunt up and down my dick. She massaged me with that hot snatch.

"Shit," I groaned, the pressure building and building toward bursting at the tip of my cock.

"Almost there," she gasped.

"Yes," I growled and squeezed her tits. I dug my fingers into them as that amazing pussy plunged down my dick. She swallowed my cock. She devoured every drop of my jizz. "Fuck!"

She smiled and wiggled her hips from side to side. She stirred her pussy around my dick. The pleasure rippled through me. My eyes rolled back in my head as she did that. She gripped me with that amazing cunt. The pleasure built and built in my nuts.

I couldn't last much longer. Would this work? Was I dooming the world by thinking giving her my power wouldn't end in my death? In this mad creature getting exactly what she desired? I gripped her breasts as her hot twat rode my dick.

It was too late now. I couldn't hold back cumming. I was too close to erupting.

"Yes, yes, give me the Hayward power," she moaned. "Flood me with your seed!" Her pussy gripped my dick and my lance. She plunged down me.

Her pussy convulsed.

She spasmed around me, sucking at my nuts and my power. Both of them brimmed in me, needing to be released. Her hot twat rippled around me, the silky massage too much to endure. I gripped her tits and exploded.

My cum fired into her pussy as my golden power erupted from me. I channeled it and slapped it about her. I didn't just flood her pussy with my energy, I attacked her with it. The radiance burst from my hands squeezing her tits as I dumped my load in her cunt.

"What?" she gasped as the light washed over her body. I engulfed her in the power and surged it down to her thigh. I wrapped a manacle around her left leg, chaining her to me. She was my flesh. My blood.

The Hayward power resonated through us both. The light that engulfed her body shone bright, driving back the darkness around us. Cali appeared out of the shadows, her purple eyes reflecting the brilliance. A smile spread on her lips as I dumped more and more of my cum into the Seductress's cunt.

"By the Ancient Oath, I bind thee, the Seductress!" Cali shouted, her voice resonating with the light spilling out of me.

"I'm not a spirit!" the Seductress laughed as her pussy convulsed around my dick. "I am in the flesh now!"

"With the salt that plants vitality in the earth!" roared Cali, her voice brimming with the authority given to her by her Contract. "The rhythm of life that spreads the heat of passion! The breath of soul that speaks truths! And the saliva that spills like rain upon the world. I bind thee, the Seductress!"

Cali's golden garter flashed with a chain that vanished into the darkness. The golden light around the Seductress burst as her own chain appeared, connected to her left thigh. It glowed so bright in the shadows around us.

"I BIND THEE, THE SEDUCTRESS!" Cali roared.

The shadows around us burst into motes of black, revealing the mountain valley. From Cali's back, a flash of purple wings extended from her back. Her eyes glowed so bright. They blazed as the light became a manacle around the Seductress's thigh. A garter of energy that held her to the Hay like all my maids.