The Love Leech Ch. 02

Over the next few days, the buxom, bubbly blonde bimbo Belli seemed increasingly... distracted. Garin didn't know what to think. She was still happy to make him breakfast in bed, of course, and eagerly sucked him to sleep each night, but during the daytime he often caught himself having to prompt her to please him, or make dinner, or do anything other than stare out the window wistfully.

She didn't even seem to be staring at anything. He often checked, and there was no one out there he could see. But still she watched. He never found her with more marks, but she often came back from market curiously unsure what had happened there, or he'd find her lying in the orchard, beaming up into the tree canopy, totally oblivious to anything around her and surrounded by juicy, half-eaten plums.

Only at night did she remain fully attentive—and, oh, how attentive she was. Her technique, which had already been delectable, had somehow grown even more skilled, more irresistible. Almost disturbingly so. At night, his dreams were an endless flow of wonderful dreams, but he never, ever came. She edged him expertly, just how he'd taught her, even while building him to the absolute melting point.

He desperately missed the prisoner fruit. He needed it, needed to be able to come more than a few times in a day. Belli's torment was unbearable, and she only seemed to be getting better at keeping him on the edge. Sometimes his dreams turned dark, and he imagined her refusing to give him his climax at all. Because they both knew that she had enough skill, if she truly wanted to, to keep him in needy torture, day and night, sucking so daintily that all he could do was whine and beg and cede all control to his bimbo forever.

But then he would awake, and she would squeal and eagerly suck him to orgasm without his even needing to suggest it. And she clearly savored his every touch, his every caress, his every drop of cum. Sometimes, the pleasure of the final climax was such that he would be overwhelmed, and plummet right back to sleep, as she giggled and cooed and hummed that lullaby she'd taken a liking to lately.

Belli was a good girl. A nice, happy bimbo. His perfect slave.

And still she would stare out the window, and he would find her running a finger around her nipple as she happily hummed with a dreamy, blissful smile on her pretty face.

And then one morning, Garin awoke alone.

He didn't quite remember what he'd been dreaming about. Blinking blearily, he saw that it was still morning—but dark outside, still in the sunrise's early whispers. His bed was cold. The fireplace was quiet and dark.

"Belli?" he mumbled, looking around. She was nowhere to be seen.

He tried to remember the events of the last night. Belli had been more eager than ever as she'd practically carried him to bed, begging for his cock, her eyes wide. He couldn't help but smile, remembering how she'd licked and sucked through his pants in her sheer need, her ruby-red lips parting in wonder as he'd let her undress him, as if she'd never seen a cock before.

She'd lowered him into bed with barely a thought, her lips already slowly sliding over his cock, and...

Garin stroked himself idly under the blankets, smirking. She'd sucked herself to sleep, as always, cooing and moaning so sweetly as her tongue had carefully swirled around his tip. Always so careful not to finish him. Always so careful to edge him just how he liked, so he'd be nice and ready to fuck her brains out in the morning.

Come to think of it... Garin bit his lip, speeding up his stroking slightly, eager to be hard for when Belli returned. "Belli?" he called again, his voice catching slightly as he barely slowed enough to stop from coming. Come to think of it, he hadn't fucked her in a while. She'd been so eager to suck him, he hadn't even gotten the chance.

That would change when she got back. He took an easy, relaxed breath, wondering why he tasted a curious sweetness on his tongue...

He was distracted from these thoughts by a giggling from the other room.

At first, Garin chuckled, stroking a finger idly over his hardness. So the bimbo was just distracted by something, as usual. That wasn't too out of the ordinary, especially...

He heard a moan from the other room, and the sound of a wet, sloppy-sounding kiss. And then more moaning. More kissing. And another round of giggles.

Two sets of giggles.

Garin's smile died, and he sat up in bed. There was someone else in his house. A strange woman.

The strange women, no doubt.

With utmost care and softness, he rose to his feet, not pausing to put on his shoes. As he did so, the sensuous sounds in the other room seemed to grow louder, and he heard a muffled, "Shh..."

He padded towards the doorway, heart hammering as his mind raced with possibilities. Was this a rival's attempt at a takeover? Was the woman really that obsessed with his Belli?

He stepped through the doorway, pushing past the curtain, and stared at the scene before him.

The kitchen was not in use. The woodstove was dead, and there was no freshly-rising bread ready to be placed within it, anyways. The jam wasn't even out.

They were in his armchair, facing him. To be precise, the strange woman was in his chair, and Belli was in her lap. The blonde's head was thrown back in quiet moans as the smaller woman kissed over her neck, her jawline, her cheeks, and down, down, to plant kisses all over her bare breasts.

Belli's eyes were closed in rapturous bliss, and she twitched and moaned every time the noirette kissed her—especially when those luscious lips settled on one of her nipples to daintily suckle. She was lactating, Garin realized, his eyes widening to the size of saucers.

And she was covered in lipstick marks. Hopelessly so. There were dozens all over her breasts, her face, her neck, and several trailing down below towards her short skirt. As Garin watched, his mouth agape, she whimpered and nodded, clinging to the noirette as if she would be swept away by a torrent at any moment.

She nodded, but the noirette hadn't said anything. Just sighed and moaned and sweetly suckled, her own eyes closed as if all she ever wanted to do with those lips was suck and suck and suck.

And from the sounds of Belli's moans, that was exactly what Garin's bimbo wanted, too.

"Belli!" Garin hissed, recovering from his shock. "What are you doing?"

He expected Belli to immediately open her eyes, get to her feet, and beg forgiveness, flustered that she'd been caught misbehaving. Maybe she'd even beg to suck him right then and there. At the very least, he expected her to look embarrassed, or even ashamed.

Instead, Belli just opened one eye sleepily, meet his eyes, and giggled. "O-Oh. H-Hi, Master!" As the noirette's lips smacked in their hungry suckling, her eyes closed again, a little moan of bliss escaping her.

"What are—who is—" Garin shook his head in disbelief, looking between the two wantons—wantons who seemed to have absolutely no need of him right now. Who was the noirette serving, he wanted to ask. Was someone trying to use her to steal Belli from him?

The noirette's eyes opened. She blinked up at him, her big, pretty red eyes vaguely reminding Garin of something. She put a hand on Belli's head, stroking her hair, guiding Belli to lean down so she could whisper in Belli's ear. Garin watched her lips delicately nibbling on Belli's earlobe,and though he strained to hear, he could make out only indistinct mururings.

"Ooh... y-yes, Lynni." Belli shivered and nodded submissively. She smiled broadly up at Garin, visibly struggling to keep composure as 'Lynni' started kissing hungrily over her neck. "This is M-Madelyne, Master! Sh-She says you can call her Lynni."

"Lynni." Garin's eyes narrowed. "Why don't you speak to me directly?"

Belli bit her lip as Lynni started whispering in her ear again. Garin watched, unable to contain his jealousy, as he saw a pale finger daintily tickling around one of Belli's nipples. "Sh-She says she can't talk to you, Master. Only me. Sorry."

Lynni pulled away to look up to him, pouting sympathetically and shaking her head.

"... ah." Garin understood. And he didn't like it one bit. He folded his arms. She belonged to someone who wouldn't let her speak to men who didn't own her—but she was allowed to speak to other women, of course. So she was definitely property.

He opened his mouth to ask a question, but Lynni was whispering to Belli again. "Ooh," Belli whispered, "y-yes. Yes, okay." She looked up at Garin, squirming slightly as Lynni dropped to kissing and licking her breast tenderly. "She says she's sorry if we woke you. She'll tell me to be more quiet from now on!" Belli giggled. "And then she told me to be quiet. S-So I will be, even if—" She covered her mouth with a hand to muffle an adorable squeak as Lynni's lips latched onto her nipple once again.

Garin blinked. He didn't... was Lynni here for someone else, or was she just a bimbo who'd wandered onto his land? She should have fled by now if she was serving another. After all, he could easily just order her to... "Stop suckling her," he commanded.

Lynni stopped. She was clearly desperate to keep playing, but an order from a man was an order. A soft whine escaped her as she pulled away, licking her lips. She stroked Belli's hair as she whispered in Belli's ear again.

"Ooh! Uh-huh!" Belli giggled. She glanced at Garin, then back at Lynni, and they both giggled again.

"What? What did she say?" Garin scowled. His bimbo was being really very tiresome this morning.

"Um... like, nothing, Master." Belli shared another look with Lynni, and they both broke into giggles again. "Just, like... you look like you wish you were in her lap instead of me!"

Garin stared, his eyes widening. He was briefly too shocked to be angry. Belli loved teasing him, of course, she adored it, but for her to do it with someone else in the room to laugh at him—even a Converted woman—

But Lynni was whispering again, and Belli was nodding along, her expression dreamy. "Mm... yes, Lynni. Master?"

"What?" Garin snapped, trying and failing to contain his irritation.

"She wants to know if you, like..." Belli covered her mouth to manage a giggle. "... always sleep like that!" Her eyes darted downwards.

So did Lynni's.

Without thinking, Garin glanced down, and he felt his cheeks burning as he realized his cock was straining in his underwear, desperate for release.

He wasn't sure why he was embarrassed. The cock was the symbol of masculine power, the ultimate weapon against the lust and weakness of women. But somehow, being clad only in his underwear, rock-hard, felt uncomfortably exposed. He barely knew this woman. It was all well and good for Belli to tease and play at being a brat when no one was around, but in front of another man's pet—

He looked back up, his mouth opening to reprimand Belli. But then he saw Lynni.

Lynni's crimson eyes were fixated on the cock. Her plump, cocksucking lips were half-parted in an enticing 'o' shape. Her expression was... with no other word to describe it,hungry.

And despite himself, he couldn't help but feel a little thrill. Oh, did she like this? Did she need it? Just how wide would her jaw drop if he were to let his cock spring free?

"Master," Belli murmured, "like, I'm super sorry that I left you! I totally forgot." She giggled. Garin smiled slightly, and he was about to respond, but she went on, "I totally forgot how, like, needy you can get!"

Garin'smile soured. He glared. "Now, Belli—"

"I told Lynni how hard," Belli whispered, as Lynni kissed her neck and nibbled her earlobe, "you edge every day, just so you can, like, feel good when I'm not here!"

"That—" Garin's cheeks were hot. "I don't—that's not—"

"But she said," and Belli giggled, wriggling happily as Lynni's tongue ran over her cheek, "that she bets you're just trying to be ready for me, to make sure you can make me happy!" She beamed up at him. "That'ssooooo sweet, Master!"

"... oh." Garin blinked. "Um. Yes." Get back on track. You're the Master, so act like it! "Lynni, tell me—or have Belli tell me, if you must—just who it is who—wh-who, um—" Lynni started whispering in Belli's ear. Belli giggled at whatever was being said. Garin stumbled over his words, biting his lip. "What did he just say? What is she saying?"

"One moment, Master," Belli said, giggling, leaning in closer to Lynni. "You've gotta, like, wait and be patient! She's still talking to me!"

Garin had never, ever been shushed before in his life. Not since he was very young, anyways. He didn't like it one bit. But he folded his arms and fumed, because what was he supposed to do? He'd just have to order Lynni to speak to him, even if it messed with her head to have to disobey standing orders. Assuming this wasn't a more powerful suggestion she was dealing with.

That thought stopped him cold. What if Lynni's Master was an enchanter? The only mage in town was Cassin, an unpleasant hypnotist with at least twenty concubines. Cassin was a newcomer to the Kingdom, and had brought several of his women with him to be Converted at the time—all entranced by his pocket watch already, just in need of the Conversion's deeper compulsion. Cassin sometimes questioned Garin's authority, though rarely openly. Was Cassin trying to...

"Ooh," Belli breathed, bringing him back to the present, "teehee! Okay, Lynni." Her eyelashes fluttered as Lynni dropped back down to kiss her neck, smacking sloppily, noisily.

"What?" Garin demanded. "What did she say?"

"She said," Belli said, stretching slightly, "that, like, you seem like the nicest Master she's ever met, to edge all the time juuust to keep me happy!"

"... oh." Garin blinked. He stared at Lynni as her red lips kissed over Belli's neck, meeting Lynni's glimmering eyes. Those eyes seemed to burn with lust. "W-Well, of course, I—"

"And," Belli went on, "that you have suuuch a nice house!" She beamed around them both. "It is such a nice house! The biggest in the whole village! That's why she knew she had to come here!"

"Well, I... wait, what?" Garin frowned. He was torn between basking in the praise—even from a Converted whore, he was very proud of his holdings—and trying to puzzle out what she meant. Had to come here? How she knew? So she hadn't been ordered here? "Lynni, what do—"

"But that it's like, so sad," Belli finished, shaking her head with a doe-eyed pout, "that we don't have any good food! She says we're practically starving!"

Well. That stung. Garin found himself reeling form sheer whiplash. He looked around angrily, but since Belli hadn't started on a loaf last night, there wasn't any bread out. And they'd almost been out of jam anyways.

He found himself staring miserably at the only item of food currently available: the large box of grayish powder that he was meant to add water to in order to make dinner gruel, and the small assortment of spices and herbs he was meant to add to make that gruel taste like something.

"We live in luxury," he growled, "compared to anyone else in town!"

At that, Lynni made a sad sound.

That was too much to bear. He glared at her. "What?"

Lynni blinked up at him demurely, then slowly straightened up and whispered something in Belli's ear.

Belli smiled brightly. She batted her eyelashes up at Garin. "Like, she says, Master, that that's super sad! Masters like you deserve lots of sweet things!" She licked her lips, her eyes heavy-lidded. "Sweet bimbos... sweet kisses... and lots of sweet treats!" She giggled.

"W-Well—" Garin shook his head, trying to dislodge the hunger pangs as he imagined the kinds of treats he'd been denied these last few years. "Well, that's not how the world works. We have to see it through these times of... shortage..." No, not 'shortage,' they never called it a 'shortage'...

"But Master," Belli squealed, squirming as Lynni's lips smacked on her breast, kissing sweetly down towards her nipple to resume suckling, "like, she says that there's, like, soooo much life here! We should have lots and lots—" She gasped. "A-And lots, and—and lots—lots of yummy food! Cakes, and candies, and pies and soup and honey and..."

Garin swallowed, shaking himself, trying desperately not to envision the forbidden delicacies Belli was speaking of. "Th-There's none of that here," he said, trying to sound as firm as he could even as his stomach rumbled. "I mean, some. In the capital. But it's... it's a shortage." What did they call it again? He couldn't think of the proper name right now. He was too tired, and too distracted. It didn't matter. Bimbos wouldn't understand it anyways.

Lynni blinked up at him. Indeed, she didn't seem to understand at all, and as she rose up to whisper in Belli's ear, Garin felt himself flushing. Why was he so flustered? How could a Converted woman—a mere slut, a wanton harlot—make him feel so... so...

"Lynni says," Belli declared confidently, "that lots of places have tons of food! You just aren't taking care of the land anymore. She hasn't seen any fey, either!"

Oh. Garin swallowed again, trying to think of proper arguments. There were proper arguments to make against this, but he'd never actually met anyone who pointed this sort of thing out, so they had rusted in his head. "Th-There are farmers," he said feebly. "A-And..."

The old farmers' associations had been enemies of the Chosen. The women who ran the distilleries had been Converted. The fruit dryads had been run out or been enslaved, and they were all kept in the city now. All they had left were... were the fringe, the small number of farmers who had sided with a mostly urban uprising.

"We had to cast aside the chaff," he said, recovering himself. "Once the new order is established, we will see harvests as never before." He cleared his throat and stood up straighter. "Now, 'Lynni,' you are going to—

Lynni murmured something, and Belli giggled. "Lynni! Naughty!" She kissed Lynni affectionately on the cheek.

"W-What?" Garin immediately felt flustered again. "What did she say?"

Belli bit her lip. "Um... nothing!"

"Belli." Garin tried to make his voice commanding, but his voice came out almost whiny to him.

Belli licked her lips. "Well, like, um, she said that she thinks, like, the people in charge might see better stuff. Maybe. Like, eventually. But, like..." She giggled. "Not the people who aren't? 'Cause, like, if you're getting a way nicer house and food than, like, other people in town, doesn't that mean that someone else is getting waaay nicer food than you?"

Garin took a deep breath, smelling that sweet scent thicker than ever. He tried to contain his temper, feeling the prickles of envy stabbing at him like needles. "That's not—"

"But that's not totally true!" Belli exclaimed. "'Cause, like, we do have sweet stuff!" She beamed up at Garin. "Master has lots of sweet stuff."

"Yes." Garin nodded, strangely relieved. At least Belli was taking his side now. "Exactly. The jam..."

"Ooh, we're out of that." Belli put a finger to her lips, frowning.

"What?"

"You ate it all yesterday!" Belli bit her lip. "But I meant, like, me!" Her smile returned, brighter than ever. "I'm Master's sweet bimbo." She giggled, her eyelids lowering slightly. "And Master is... soooo sweet for his bimbo!" She sucked on her finger briefly, then giggled again as Lynni took her in another kiss.

"I..." Garin was breathing heavily. It was so fragrant in here. How had he gotten caught up in some kind of... bimbo political debate? He felt embarrassed just thinking about it. He couldn't debate these two.