“Are you certain you understand what you’re permitting me, vampire?”

Gwen took a moment to consider what she had blurted out to him, though she wasn’t having second thoughts in the slightest.  She had no qualms with Richter claiming her without notice.  She had won his favor and she intended to keep it. Thus, she wanted him to know that she was there and available for him at any moment.  This had always been the case, but offering herself to him aloud cleared up any blurred lines that may have existed.  She only paused to think about how exciting the prospect was to her should he agree.

“I am.”

“Let me just reiterate,” said Richter.  “You are saying I may take you whenever the mood strikes?  ‘Anytime, anywhere,’ I believe you said.  Is that correct?”

“Yes, my lord.”

“I believe you and I both know at this point that I’m quite insatiable.”

“I am well aware, Lord Belmont.  ‘Tis why I am yours to use as you see fit.  No more shall you prolong your desires.”

Gwen watched as Richter’s chest rose with the inhale of breath that this statement caused.  He held it briefly, but long enough for her to notice that what she had said had a profound effect on him.

“You… will tell me when this is no longer the case, correct?” he asked with slight hesitation.  “For you know, I am not some barbarian.  Anytime I have ever taken you, I knew you were willing.  Still, you were given a chance to object, however slim…  I do not wish to sully my conscience by essentially assaulting you.”

“I have been willing since the moment I saw you,” she said, as if it were any secret.  “Should that change, it is my duty to confess that to you.”

Richter’s face had remained fairly reserved over the course of this conversation.  Yet now, he was no longer able to disguise his grin.

“You are indeed a peculiar little creature,” laughed Richter as he playfully pinched her cheek.  “Perhaps it is you who is insatiable, practically begging me to bend you over anywhere.”

She had offered herself as a courtesy to her lord.  Yet when he put it like that, she did seem quite selfish.  This was not for her benefit, but his.  She wanted to reiterate that this was his gift from her.  She had one further idea to make it more appealing to him.

“I’ve one request regarding this arrangement, Lord Belmont.”

“What is it?”

“May I please you when the opportunity arises?”

These words brought forth the most incredulous look from Richter before the laughter came.  He clasped his hand over his mouth to try to reign it in.

“I did not believe you to be that bold,” said Richter when he removed his hand.  “Very well.  If you believe you can surprise me, you have my consent.”

She was delighted that he had given her permission to serve him freely, but before she could speak, he held up a finger.

“However,” he started, growing stern.  “You will not disturb me when I am training, lest you fall victim to my whip.  Nor will you embarrass me in front of the other monsters.  Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, your conditions are sound, my lord”

“Magnificent.  I look forward to the fun I shall have.”

✩

Gwen stayed alert following that conversation.  She was in a constant state of arousal, anticipating that Richter would take full advantage of his new privileges.  As she went about her day, the idea that he could approach her at any moment lay in the back of her mind.

Yet days had passed and he had not laid a hand on her outside of the bedchamber.  She had to admit to herself, she found it disappointing.  Thoughts of shame began to surface.  Was he punishing her for being too forward by ignoring her?  No, that could not be the case.  He was still just as frisky as ever when she expected it of him.  He did seem rather reserved when the topic was discussed.  It could have been that he needed a chance to warm up to the idea.

Within a week, Gwen came to the conclusion that it was not for him and decided to quit allowing herself to be set up for dissatisfaction.  Things returned to normal.  She resumed going on about her day under the assumption that she would not be interrupted.  It was a shame, she thought.  She truly believed it would be something of interest to him.

Just as she resigned herself to the fact that she had made a worthless proposal, she remembered that it was extended to her as well.  She had every opportunity to proposition him as he did to ravage her.  Perhaps he felt the same as she and was awaiting her to initiate.  How silly of her!

With newfound vigor, she began to sneak around the castle in search for Richter.  She visited all the usual places, but didn’t see a trace of him.  Convinced she may have missed him, she backtracked and checked again before searching places where he could typically find her.  She grew concerned when he was not in those places, nor parts of Castlevania which were usually neglected by both of them.  If he were in the catacombs, he could enjoy that without her.  It was not a particularly romantic atmosphere down there anyway.

Defeated, she decided to head back to the library.  Her mind drifted from Richter, lest she grow disappointed at her failed attempts.  Her thoughts were instead occupied by the novel she had been reading.  As she immersed herself in the plot and where she thought it was heading, a hand clasp over her mouth.  Before she had a chance to squeal, she found herself pinned against the wall.  In the heat of the moment, she tried to twist her way free, but the embrace she was in was strong and unrelenting.  She continued to put up a fight until a low rumble in her ear paralyzed her.

“Looking for someone?”

At the sound of Richter’s voice, she was flooded with arousal and instantly understood what was going on.  Hot and heavy shallow breaths ghosted past her skin as his stiff sex pressed against her back.  Could her heart beat, chances are it would have raced from being at his mercy in the middle of the gallery where anyone could see.  With a single finger, he drew the neckline of her gown low enough to bare her chest.  She stiffened in his arms as his free hand groped her breasts, but the way he kneaded them had her melting back against him in no time.  He toyed with her long enough that both nipples pebbled, then his hand wandered south.  Teeth raked against the skin of her neck before he chuckled lowly.

“I could have taken you sooner,” he whispered as he hiked her skirt up.  He traced up the column of her jugular with the tip of his tongue, causing her to shudder before he continued.  “My God, the way you were pouting was so tempting…  But I wager you agree, ‘tis more fun when you least expect it.”

Gwen nodded as best she could with the hold he still had on her mouth, earning her a kiss on the nape.  With her gown out of his way, he rutted against her bare bottom and his hand smoothed across the bare skin of her hip, stopping between her legs.  His middle and ring fingers teased her, parting the slick, swollen lips that were so eager for him.  He did not even attempt to hide his amusement at how quickly he had turned her on.

“I was wondering how serious you were about our little arrangement, but now it is apparent how badly you yearn for this.”

Richter withdrew his hand from her, bringing it between their bodies to expose himself.  If he did not have her pressed against the wall, it was likely her knees would have given out the moment he thrust up into her without a bit of notice.  Her moan was muffled against his palm.  Delirious with desire, tears pricked the corners of her eyes.

“If you’re going to feel this good every time I use you, I might have to make a habit out of this,” chuckled Richter.  “I don’t think I’ve ever gotten you this excited.  You’re such a depraved little thing.  Aren’t you?”

It was so hard to think when all she could focus on was how incredible it felt when he dragged his length in and out of her so languidly.  With the little bit of awareness that she had left, she nodded her head in agreement.