Chapter 278: Vulnerabilities and Promises
The soft hum and sounds of the mansion filled the air as Malik leaned back in his very comfy chair As the Quiet Afternoon rolled over in the Office, stretching his arms above his head with a satisfied sigh. The last report was finally done, the stack of papers neatly organized on his desk. The day was still young, and for the first time in what felt like weeks, Malik allowed himself to relax.
Across the room, Mitsukihime sat gracefully on the sofa, her long silver-and-green hair cascading over her shoulders as she sipped tea from a delicate porcelain cup. Her tailored butler's uniform had been swapped for shorts, revealing her toned legs—a rare sight that Malik had specifically requested.
She glanced at him, her piercing green eyes catching the faint glow of his magic as he exhaled deeply.
"How did your trip to the Land of Birds truly go, Master?" Mitsukihime asked, her voice smooth and professional, though there was a hint of genuine curiosity beneath her composed tone.
Malik turned his head to look at her, his pink eyes softening as he smiled.
"You know," he began, his voice warm, "you're far too beautiful to be asking me about work right now."
Mitsukihime's expression didn't falter—her professional demeanor was too good, even for Malik's charm. But he knew her well enough to catch the faint blush that crept into her cheeks, even if she didn't show it outwardly.
"I'll tell you later," Malik continued, waving a hand dismissively. "But since we're alone, I want to know how you're doing. What's on your mind?"
Mitsukihime hesitated for a moment, her fingers brushing lightly against the rim of her teacup. She rarely shared her personal thoughts—her role demanded composure, discipline, and unwavering dedication. But Malik's kindness, his ability to make her feel seen, gave her the courage to speak.
"Master," she began softly, her voice steady but tinged with vulnerability. "I hope you don't mind me sharing some of my personal worries with you. I feel comfortable enough to open up to you, knowing that you've always shown me kindness and understanding."
Malik leaned forward slightly, his attention fully on her, his expression gentle and encouraging.
"Firstly," Mitsukihime continued, her gaze lowering briefly, "I must confess that my single status has been a source of worry for me. At my age, it's not uncommon for others to question why I'm still not married. I often feel like I'm being judged, or that there's something wrong with me for not having found a partner yet. I sometimes fear that I'll end up alone, with no one to share my life with."
Malik's brows furrowed slightly, his pink eyes flashing with a soft gold before diming away further as he listened.
"Related to that," she added, her voice quieter now, "I've also been feeling a sense of pressure about not having children. I've always envisioned myself as a mother, but as the years pass, I worry that it might not happen for me. I fear that I'll miss out on the joy and fulfillment that parenthood can bring, and that I'll regret not having tried harder to start a family."
She paused, taking a slow breath before continuing.
"My career has been a source of pride and accomplishment for me," Mitsukihime said, her tone steady again, "but I must admit that it also brings some fears. I've worked my way up to become a highly skilled and respected butler, but at times, I worry about what the future holds. I fear that I might become stagnant in my role, or that I'll lose my passion for it. I also worry about what I'll do with my time once I retire, as I've dedicated so much of my life to serving you and your family."
Malik nodded slowly, his gaze unwavering as he absorbed her words.
"Another source of insecurity for me," Mitsukihime continued, her voice faltering slightly, "is my physical appearance, particularly my small bosom. I've always been self-conscious about it, feeling like I don't measure up to societal standards of beauty. I sometimes fear that my lack of curves makes me less appealing to potential partners, or that it makes me seem less feminine. I've learned to accept and love my body for what it is, but there are still times when I struggle with these insecurities."
Malik's expression softened further, his pink eyes glowing faintly with warmth.
"Lastly," Mitsukihime said, her voice barely above a whisper now, "I must confess that I sometimes feel a sense of isolation in my life. My work as a butler can be all-consuming, and it leaves little time for socializing or forming deep connections with others. I fear that I'll grow old alone, with no one to share my life with, no one to reminisce with about the past, and no one to look forward to the future with."
She looked up at Malik, her green eyes meeting his Delicate glowing ones.
"Master," she finished softly, "I hope you understand that these fears and insecurities are a part of who I am, and that they don't reflect my dedication to my role or my love for serving you. I feel fortunate to have a master who values me not just for my professional skills, but also for my honesty and vulnerability. I hope that by sharing these concerns with you, I can find some comfort and understanding, and perhaps even some guidance on how to navigate these challenges."
Malik stood up slowly, his movements deliberate as he crossed the room to sit beside her on the sofa.
He placed a gentle hand on her cheek, his touch warm and reassuring, before leaning in to press a soft kiss against her skin.
"Mitsukihime," he murmured, his voice low but filled with emotion, "if you wanted those things—all you had to do was tell me."
He shifted closer, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her into a gentle embrace.
"Stop calling me 'Master' so much," he added, his tone teasing but affectionate. "I'll happily marry you. Become mine—truly mine, like many others—and I will give you everything."
Mitsukihime froze for a moment, her professional demeanor cracking just slightly as she processed his words.
She leaned into his embrace, her heart pounding as she allowed herself to feel the warmth of his presence—the reassurance, the promise, the love.
As Malik's words sank in, Mitsukihime felt a warmth spread through her, a desire she hadn't allowed herself to feel in a long time. She pulled back slightly, her eyes meeting Malik's as she processed the offer he had just made. Marriage, a family, a future—things she had longed for but never thought she could have, not with her dedication to her role as a butler.
"Master," she began, her voice barely above a whisper, "are you sure? I am your butler, your servant—"
"Shh," Malik Interrupted, placing a finger gently on her lips. "I don't care about any of that. I want you, Mitsukihime. All of you. And if those things matter to you so much, then you can have them too, but first . . ."
He leaned in, pressing his lips softly against hers. The kiss started off slow, a gentle exploration of each other's mouths. Malik's lips were soft, his tongue tentative as it brushed against hers. Mitsukihime melted into the kiss, her body responding to his touch, her heart pounding in her chest.
As the kiss deepened, Mitsukihime felt a growing heat between her legs.
Malik's heart raced as he held Mitsukihime close, his mind filled with images of their future together. He could see it now—their wedding, their life, their family. But for now, he wanted to show her just how much he desired her, how much he wanted her to be his.
Mitsukihime pulled back slightly, her green eyes meeting his, a hint of mischief playing at the corners of her mouth. She pushed him gently, guiding him to lie back on the sofa. She stood up, her movements deliberate and seductive as she walked over to his desk.
With a swift motion, she swept her arm across the surface, sending papers flying to the floor. She looked back at him, a playful smirk on her face, before reaching up to unbutton her butler's uniform.
Malik watched, his breath hitching in his throat, as she slowly revealed her skin. First, her toned stomach, then her small, perfect A-cup breasts, her nipples already hard and begging for his touch. He could see the faint outline of her areolas, a deep pink like he remembered.
"Is this what you wanted to see, Master?" she teased, her voice husky with desire. She cupped her breasts, her fingers brushing against her nipples, sending a shiver down her spine.
Malik nodded, his mouth dry, his cock growing hard in his pants. He watched as she turned around, giving him a perfect view of her ass as she bent over the desk. She pulled down her shorts and panties, revealing her hairy pussy and asshole to him.
She looked back at him, a wicked grin on her face, as she reached down and spread her ass cheeks. With her other hand, she reached around and began to rub her clit, her fingers glistening with her arousal.
Malik groaned, his cock throbbing in his pants. He couldn't take it anymore. He stood up, his movements jerky as he pulled out his thick, black cock. He walked over to her, his heart pounding in his chest.
He lined himself up with her hairy asshole, his cock pressing against her tight opening. He looked down at her, his pink eyes filled with desire.
"Is this what you want, Mitsukihime?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
She looked back at him, her green eyes filled with lust. "Fuck me, Malik," she begged, her voice breathy. "Fuck my ass, like you've always wanted to."
Malik groaned, pushing into her slowly. Her asshole was tight, hot, and incredibly smooth. He could feel every ridge, every vein as he slid into her, inch by inch. He bottomed out, his balls pressing against her hairy pussy, and they both moaned.
He started to move, slowly at first, giving her time to adjust to his size. He could feel her muscles clenching around him, pulling him in deeper with each thrust. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, swollen and slick with her arousal.
He rubbed her in time with his thrusts, his cock sliding in and out of her ass, his fingers circling her clit. She moaned, her body writhing against him, her ass pushing back to meet his thrusts.
He could feel the heat building in his balls, the pleasure coiling in his spine. He knew he wouldn't last much longer, not with her tight ass milking his cock like this. He picked up the pace, his hips slamming against her ass, his fingers rubbing her clit faster and harder.
She came first, her body convulsing, her asshole clamping down around his cock as she screamed his name. The feel of her orgasm, the tightness of her ass, sent him over the edge. He came, his cock pulsing, filling her ass with his hot seed.
He collapsed against her, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. He could feel her body trembling beneath him, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, their bodies slick with sweat and cum.
They stayed like that for a long moment, their bodies connected, their hearts beating as one. Eventually, Malik pulled out, his cock softening as he slipped from her ass. He turned her around, his hands cupping her face, his pink eyes filled with love.
"I love you, Mitsukihime," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "I want you to be mine, truly mine. I want to give you everything."
She smiled, her green eyes shining with unshed tears. "I love you too, Malik," she replied, her voice soft. "And I want to be yours. Truly yours."
As they kissed, their bodies pressed together,
The room was filled with a soft, intimate silence, broken only by the gentle sounds of their breathing and the distant hum of the mansion. The air was thick with the scent of their shared passion, a heady mix of sweat and desire. Malik's heart swelled with a warmth.
Mitsukihime's eyes sparkled with a newfound light, her usual composure softened by the vulnerability and intimacy they had just shared. She leaned into Malik's embrace, her body still trembling slightly from the intensity of their encounter. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their own private sanctuary.
Malik's fingers gently traced the line of her jaw, his touch tender and loving. He could feel the softness of her skin, the warmth of her breath against his lips. He wanted to savor this moment, to hold onto it forever. Malik stands back, "After the pleasure I've just taken from your tight, hairy ass, it's only fair that you return the favor. I want you to clean my cock with your mouth, to show your appreciation for the gift and love I've given you.
Get on your knees, right here in front of me. Look up at me with those submissive eyes, and open your mouth wide. Stick out your tongue, and show me how eager you are to please your master.
Take my cock in your hand, feel how hard it is, how it throbs with desire for you. Now, put it in your mouth. Lick it clean, taste my seed, taste the evidence of my pleasure inside you. Suck it, use your tongue, show me how much you love the taste of me." The warm glow of the afternoon sun spills through the window, casting a golden light over the intimate scene unfolding before it. Malik's voice is husky with need as he guides Mitsukihime, his words laced with longing and authority.
She moves gracefully to her knees, her eyes locked on his as she assumes the submissive position. Her tongue darts out, moistening her mouth as she prepares to take him in. With delicate fingers, she grasps his shaft, marveling at its thickness and the way it pulses in her hand.
Her mouth opens wide, and she guides him inside, her tongue swirling around the tip as she savors the taste of him. She deepens the action, her head bobbing as she works to clean every inch of his cock. Each pass of her tongue elicits a groan from Malik, his fingers tangling in her hair as he guides her movements. I want to feel your throat relax, taking me deep, all the way to the back. Don't you dare gag, don't you dare pull away. You can do this, my good girl. You can take all of me, can't you? Mitsukihime's eyes water slightly as she feels the head of his cock press against the back of her throat. She takes a deep breath through her nose, forcing herself to relax and take him deeper. Her hands grip his thighs, holding on as she begins to move her head in a steady rhythm, taking him in and out, her throat muscles working to accommodate his size. Her eyes never leave his, her gaze filled with a mix of submission and determination.
Malik's grip on her hair tightens, his hips beginning to move in sync with her, his body taking over. His eyes are intense, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he watches her. He can feel the wet heat of her mouth, the way her throat constricts around him, and it sends waves of pleasure coursing through his body.
"Good girl," he murmurs, his voice strained with effort. "You're doing so well. You feel so good." Look at me, look at me while you suck my cock. I want to see the devotion in your eyes, the pleasure you take in serving me. That's it, just like that. Mitsukihime's eyes lock onto Malik's, her gaze burning with a fierce intensity as she continues her oral service. Her tongue works tirelessly, swirling around the shaft and tracing the veins, while her throat muscles contract rhythmically. The wet sounds of her sucking and the heavy breathing from both of them fill the room, creating an erotic atmosphere.
Malik's movements become more insistent, his hips thrusting forward as he nears his climax. His hand tightens in her hair, guiding her head as he sets the pace. "You're so good at this," he groans, his words strained with pleasure. "I'm going to cum soon. Are you ready? Do you want to taste me?"
Mitsukihime nods eagerly, her mouth still full of his cock. She redoubles her efforts, sucking harder and faster, her hands now caressing his thighs and lower abdomen. "Now, use your hand, too. Stroke me, jerk me off while you suck. Faster, just like that. Yes, that's it, take me deep, suck me hard. Show me how much you love my cock, how much you love pleasing me.
I'm close, I'm going to come again. You're going to swallow it all, aren't you, my good girl? You're going to swallow every drop, show me how much you love the taste of me." Mitsukihime nods vigorously, her face set in fierce focus as she redoubles her efforts. Her hand joins the action, stroking the base of his cock in tandem with her mouth. She can feel the muscles in his thighs tensing, the rhythm of his thrusts becoming erratic. His cock swells even more in her mouth, the tip pulsing against the roof of her mouth. A low groan escapes his lips as he feels himself getting close. "Fuck, you're so good. I'm coming, I'm coming right now." His hips snap forward one final time, burying himself deep in her throat as his orgasm hits him. The first jet of cum hits the back of her throat, followed by more, filling her mouth. She swallows quickly, determined to take it all, her throat working overtime. Malik's body trembles, his hands gripping her hair tightly as he rides out his climax.
Wanting to get lots of his essence on her face, Malik pulls out of her mouth, and starts painting her face with the thick ropes of his hot seed! Mitsukihime's eyes flutter closed as the warm, thick ropes of cum land on her face, covering her from her forehead to her chin. She pants softly, her mouth still open and her tongue out slightly as she catches the last few drops that fall from the tip of Malik's cock. The cooling cum glistens on her skin in the afternoon sunlight, a visible sign of Malik's pleasure and her submission.
Malik stands back, admiring his handiwork. He gently runs his fingers through the cum on her face, spreading it even further. "You look beautiful like this," he murmurs, his words filled with satisfaction. "A perfect canvas for my art."
Mitsukihime opens her eyes, meeting his gaze. Despite the cooling cum on her face, her eyes burn with a fierce intensity. She licks the edge of her mouth, savoring the last traces of his taste. "Thank you, my lord."
"Please forgive me for playing too rough with you, some times I feel like taking control, how about you get back on my desk and spread your legs wide for him, I'll let you have full control, control of your future husband and father of your children, its going to be fun," Malik says cleaning off her face with his pink magic.
Mitsukihime rises gracefully, a soft smile playing on her lips as she moves towards the desk. She perches on the edge, her legs hanging off the side as she slowly spreads them apart. The afternoon sunlight streaming through the window catches the gentle sheen of her arousal, drawing Malik's gaze.
He approaches slowly, his eyes fixed intently on her exposed form. As he reaches her, he places his hands on the desk on either side of her hips, effectively caging her with his body. "You have full control now, my love. Show me what you want."
Mitsukihime's hands reach up, gently cupping Malik's face as she pulls him closer. Her mouth meets his in a soft, tender kiss, a stark contrast to the passionate encounter moments before. As they kiss, her legs wrap around his waist, drawing him closer. Her hands trail down his neck, chest, and finally to his shaft, guiding him towards her entrance. She runs his black cock through her thick full bush, before pulling him closer with her closing legs. As Malik feels the heat of her body against his, he allows her to guide him, his body responding to her touch. He can feel the softness of her bush against his cock, the wetness of her arousal coating him as she rubs him against her. He lets out a soft groan, his breath hitching as she positions him at her entrance. Her eyes never leave his, her gaze filled with a mix of love and lust as she slowly begins to lower herself onto him.
Malik's hands grip the desk tightly, his knuckles turning white as he fights the urge to take control. He wants to give her this moment, to let her set the pace and take what she wants from him. He can feel her heat enveloping him, her body stretching to accommodate his size. He lets out a low groan, his head falling forward to rest against her shoulder as she takes him inch by inch. He moves one hand to her small breasts but as he grabs the globe, she slaps his hand away, she knows she is in control. Mitsukihime's breath comes in short, sharp gasps as she slowly sinks further onto Malik's thick shaft. Her hands grip his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she uses him for leverage. The stretch is intense, bordering on painful, but the pleasure that follows is overwhelming. Her head falls back, exposing the long line of her throat as she finally sheathes him fully inside her. A soft moan escapes her mouth, echoing in the quiet office.
Malik's entire body tenses, every muscle coiled tight with the effort of restraint. He can feel her walls fluttering around him, her heat enveloping him completely. His breathing is ragged, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he fights the urge to move. He keeps his eyes locked on hers, watching the play of emotions across her face as she adjusts to his size. When she finally speaks, her words are husky and strained with need. "Move, please."
When Malik starts to pump, it is hard, strong and slow, Making his desk rock as he takes his woman, if she wanted him to be gentle, faster or soft she didn't say so as her lips made contact with his, her eyes telling him to break the desk he is fucking her own, he had the money to get a new one! The old wooden desk creaks and groans under the force of Malik's thrusts, threatening to splinter apart at any moment. Each impact sends a shockwave through the office, causing papers to flutter and the large window to rattle ominously in its frame. The rhythmic pounding echoes through the halls, a primal soundtrack to their passionate union. Mitsukihime's body jolts with every thrust, her breasts bouncing as Malik claims her with unbridled intensity. Her head thrashes back and forth, dark hair whipping across the polished wood as she nears her climax.
The desk's legs screech against the floor, leaving deep gouges in the polished surface as it inches closer to the window. The glass panes vibrate with increasing intensity, sending a high-pitched whine through the air. Malik's powerful thrusts grow even more forceful, his animalistic grunts filling the room. "Who do you love, who do you belong to!" Malik called into her hot mouth. Mitsukihime's eyes snap open, her gaze locking onto Malik's with a fierce intensity. She doesn't hesitate, her voice a fierce declaration. "I love you, Malik. I belong to you, always." Her words are punctuated by the force of his thrusts, her body rocking against the desk with each powerful impact. The desk, now barely recognizable, creaks and groans under the relentless assault, its legs threatening to give way at any moment.
Malik's grip on her hips tightens, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he drives into her with a primal ferocity. The window behind her rattles violently, the glass panes vibrating so intensely that they begin to crack, spiderwebs of fractures spreading across the surface. The sound of shattering glass is imminent, but neither of them cares. The world outside ceases to exist as they lose themselves in their passion. "If you love me, if you belong to me then CUM!" Malik whispered as he unloaded inside her. As Malik's climax hits, he lets out a deep, guttural roar, his body tensing as he releases his seed deep within Mitsukihime. His thrusts become erratic, his hips jerking wildly as he empties himself into her. Mitsukihime's body responds in kind, her inner walls clenching around him as her own orgasm crashes over her. Her back arches off the desk, her breasts heaving as she cries out his name, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain. "Malik! Malik, I'm yours, always yours!" Her body convulses, her legs tightening around his waist as she rides out her climax, her body milking his cock for every last drop of his seed.
The desk, now a mere shell of its former self, gives a final, desperate groan before one of its legs snaps, sending the entire structure crashing to the floor. Malik holds her up away from the broken sharp wood of the floor, laying her down on the soft sofa in his office. Mitsukihime's breath comes in short, hitching gasps as she slowly comes down from her orgasmic high. She gazes up at Malik, her face flushed and her dark hair splayed across the soft cushions. The broken desk and scattered papers are a testament to the intensity of their passion. She speaks softly, her words laced with awe and tenderness. "My love, I've never felt so complete, so loved."
Malik's chest heaves as he catches his breath, his body still trembling with aftershocks. He gently brushes a strand of hair from Mitsukihime's face, his touch infinitely gentle compared to the roughness of their encounter. "You are everything to me, Mitsukihime. My wife, my partner, my soulmate." His hand traces the curve of her face, his eyes adoring her. "I promise to always cherish you, to protect you, and to love you with every fiber of my being." Mitsukihime's face glows with contentment as Malik's tender words envelop her. She extends her hand, her delicate fingers intertwining with his as she pulls him closer. "My beloved Malik, you've made me so happy. I swear to stand by your side always, to support your dreams and to be your rock in times of need." Her body quivers slightly as aftershocks from their passionate encounter ripple through her.
The office is a mess, with papers scattered everywhere and the remains of the desk strewn across the floor. Malik chuckles softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he surveys the destruction they've wrought. "I suppose we'll need to get a new desk now, my love." He presses a gentle kiss to her forehead, his chest rising and falling slowly as he catches his breath.
Mitsukihime giggles, the sound melodious in the quiet office. "Perhaps one that's sturdier?" "true . . . but," Malik starts as he looks at her still wet mostly naked body, " I'm not done with you, make sure I don't go limp." Mitsukihime's eyes sparkle with amusement as she feels Malik's growing arousal against her thigh. She reaches down, her delicate fingers wrapping around his thickening shaft. "My, my. So soon again? You certainly are insatiable, my love."
A low, rumbling chuckle escapes Malik's throat as he watches her deftly stroke his length. "With you by my side, I find myself constantly desiring you. Your touch ignites a fire within me that I fear can never be fully quenched."
Mitsukihime's lips curl into a sensual smile as she increases the pace of her stroking. "Then perhaps we should explore other ways to satisfy this hunger of yours." She shifts her hips, guiding him towards her entrance. "What do you say, my beloved? Shall we christen this sofa as well?"
Malik's eyes darken with lust as he positions himself above her. "Your wish is my command, my love."