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- >Your kikimora is once again busying herself around your home
- >It was weird at first, but she’s made herself useful since showing up at your door
- >You had shooed her away the first few days, but the next morning she would be back with her cleaning supplies in hand
- >After the fifth morning of being woken up by the doorbell at the crack of dawn, you finally told her to go wild before dragging yourself back to your bed.
- >Several hours later you emerged sleepy and incredibly confused as your once messy lair was now clean and orderly
- >Your heart near stopped when you found her washing dishes at the sink before you remembered letting her in
- >Since then you’ve had no real reason to regret it. She doesn’t talk much, mostly preferring to stay busy
- >Eventually you offered her your guest room and meals after getting worryingly vague responses about her own living situation
- >It was the least you could do
- >She’s currently attacking last night’s dishes, sleeves pulled back as her arms are submerged in soapy water
- >”Good morning, master! It’s good that you’re awake. I have breakfast prepared for you on the table.”
- >She gives you a warm smile before returning to work
- >Sure enough, there’s a steaming pile of eggs and bacon on a plate waiting for you
- >You only wish she’d stop calling you master. It makes you feel weird
- >You flash her a smile and sit before attacking your breakfast with gusto
- >”I’ve already prepared your clothes and lunch for today. Have a great day at work!”
- >You’re still getting used to this
- >It started innocently enough; you’d find some highlighted job postings, a print-out of the bus schedule. Little things
- >Then she took it upon herself to critique how you dressed and what you ate
- >The gym membership card on your birthday admittedly wasn’t the most subtle
- >You can’t really be angry; you really hadn’t been taking the best care of yourself and spent far too much time glued in front of a screen
- >Shit-posting on the internet is serious business
- >A satisfied sigh escapes your lips as you finish your meal. You finish readying yourself before heading off to your new job (courtesy of your Kikimora’s diligent job searching)
- >Work goes well, but you can’t shake the idea you should do something for her
- >To top it all off, after these last few months you’ve begun wondering if you have feelings for her
- >She’s cute in an odd way, but she hasn’t shown the slightest interest in you romantically
- >Eventually you decide to just get her a box of quality chocolates. That’s neutral enough and you never really were good at this sort of thing anyway
- >You return home to find her cobweb hunting with a feather duster
- >Seeing her back turned, you silently sneak up behind her
- >You savor the moment before reaching out and giving her a sharp poke to her sides
- >You never would have thought she could jump so high
- >”YOU BRUTE!”
- >She screeches at you, now attempting to brutally beat you with her duster
- >It’s all you can do to fend off her counterattack
- >She’s not interested in surrender
- >With your back now against the wall you resort to foul play
- >Bracing yourself against her onslaught, you begin waving the box of chocolates wildly in an effort to distract her
- >It works and she mercifully lowers her weapon
- >When you finally think it’s safe enough to open your eyes you’re greeted by the reddest blush you’ve ever seen
- >“I-is that for me?”
- >You nod, relieved that your ploy was successful. You love it when a plan comes together.
- >She hesitantly accepts the chocolate before giving you a shy look
- >You explain that you’re thankful for everything she’s done for you and wanted to give her something to show it
- >That shy look returns and just before you think she’s going to walk away, she gets up on her toes to peck you on the lips
- >That was unexpected
- >Now you’re standing there like an idiot, with your face redder than a Kakuen’s backside
- >Her giggle brings you back to reality and you realize just how badly you ruined the moment
- >You desperately try to find something to say but she’s already turned around to gather her things
- >At least you get a great view as she bends over to pick up her supplies
- >You’re fairly sure she’s more than aware of your gaze
- >As she straightens out and begins walking away, you feel her tail brush up your neck and caress the side of your face
- >You only stand there paralyzed as she leaves, although you notice a little more sway in her hips as she does
- >The rest of the evening is an awkward mess as you blush like a tool each time she happens to look at you
- >You somehow manage to avoid embarrassing yourself at dinner before making your escape into the bedroom
- >While getting ready for bed you glance at a nearby mirror. You have to admit, you’ve come a long way with her help
- >You toss your clothes over the poster bed and admire the changes for a few moments longer before deciding to call it night
- Tap Tap
- >You have only a moment to panic before the door is slowly pushed open
- >”Master I… I just wanted to apologize for hitting you with the duster earlier.”
- > Now it’s her turn to flush as stares at you standing there with nothing on but your briefs.
- >Mustering her courage she walks further in until she’s standing directly in front of you. You notice that accursed duster sticking out of her dress.
- >”If you wish for me to leave, I will understand.”
- >What? No! No, no, no.
- >Not knowing what else to do you lean forward and silence her with a kiss
- >It would have been pretty smooth if you had any idea what you were doing
- >As inexperienced as it was you both break apart breathless and red-faced
- >If you didn’t know any better, you would think she almost looked mischievous
- >Now it’s her turn to press up against you as her hands and lips find yours
- >You’re thoroughly enjoying the moment when you hear an odd *click*
- >Looking down you find your wrists locked in a fuzzy pair of handcuffs looped around one of your poster bed’s corners
- >You hear her giggle as you struggle. Oh yeah, that was mischievous
- >“You never did apologize for scaring me earlier, and after everything I’ve done for you. I guess I’m going to have to punish you”
- >You squirm as she draws her duster up your chest and down your thighs, the feathers tickling your sensitive body
- >Her tickle torture continues until you beg for her to stop, tears of suppressed laughter in your eyes
- >You think you’re about to set free before she looks down at your briefs
- >“Fufu, are you getting aroused Master? You poor thing”
- >You try to protest as she’s pulling your briefs down, but your arousal is clear to both of you
- >”Let me take care of that for you”
- >That’s all the warning she gives before her tongue gives you a slow lick up the shaft to your head
- >She doesn’t wait for your reaction before wrapping her lips around your member and slowly working back down again. You can feel her tongue lick against you as she sucks and works you into her throat
- >You can only moan and squirm against the bedpost as she lavishes attention on your manhood, one of her hands slipping down to gently pull and massage your balls
- >She busies her other hand with massaging the sensitive area behind your balls, her gentle presses and rubbing stimulating something deep inside
- >You can unable to suppress the moans as you feel the pleasure spreading through your body
- >You feel the orgasm building, and after a few moments you can no longer hold back as you begin pouring your cum into her mouth
- >She drinks it all down as she continues working to prolong your orgasm, through it all her fingers keep massaging that delicate area that seems to pulse as you empty yourself
- >When you finally finish her mouth releases and you twitch as the cold air hits your sensitive member
- >She giggles at your drunken expression and frees your hands before guiding you to the bed
- >You’re muscles seem to having difficulty cooperating and you don’t resist as she tucks you in
- >”Next time your punishment might not be so fun”
- >The lights are turned off before you feel her snuggle up beside you
- >”Good night, master”
- -Fini
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