The perks of property

	There were some perks to having a house slave, Jakob thought. For one, they reduced the need to do housework, and you didn't even need to pay a maid as long as someone could keep an eye on them. Of course with a slave like Carolyn it was a bit harder to just keep an eye on her. As she swept the living room Jakob couldn't help but admire how her dress, bland, boring and grey as it was, hugged her curves, her breasts barely supported by the bra she'd been given and her upper thighs barely peeking out from below the dress' hem. Her long, golden and copper hair hung down in just the right places to draw his eye. The bindings on her wrists and ankles were probably unnecessary given how far down the bloodline she was, but his family hadn't taken any chances with Carolyn.
	And besides, they could help out with... other things than housework. Jakob had never worked up the courage to actually use the family property, but that didn't mean he hadn't been 'admiring' Carolyn's figure for the last couple of years. So he sat here, pretending to read a treatise on the defensive uses of illusion magic and watched Carolyn clean. There was just something about her that made every motion she did so... erotic. She bent over just so when sweeping under there, her hips swung with every step she took, and when she looked at him her eyes were lidded with a dusky look. Jakob got back to pretend-reading, but the room felt a lot hotter than the cool twenty it was.
	He just couldn't take it anymore. Jakob closed the paper and set it aside in favor of watching the family property sweep and dust. No, he definitely wasn't imagining that sway of the hips. But had it always been there? He found himself growing uncomfortably hard and shifted in his seat slightly. There was really only one solution to his problem, Jakob thought, but he'd rather put it off as long as possible. Whether or not they are your property, it is generally a good idea to not ambush the help if you can avoid it. So he sat there, stewing in silence for five minutes and admiring Carolyn. Then he stood, unbuttoned his shirt, combed back his hair, and walked over to her.
	Carolyn turned when he approached, broom clutched in two hands and pile of dust undisturbed next to the wall she had been sweeping from. The demigoddess turned, copper-golden hair flashing in the light of the sun and spoke. “... Master? Is there something I can-”
	Jakob cut her off with a light shove, the broom toppling from her hands and gently pushing her to the wall, with him following her. “Come on, Carolyn. Look what you've done to me.” he whispered, pressing against her. Jakob gazed down into her luminous yellow eyes. “I'm going to take you now, Carolyn.”
	She squeaked out a “Y-yes, master.” but already Jakob was not listening. His hands found their way to the hem of her dress and s l o w l y lifted upwards, exposing her lack of undergarments beneath. How fortuitous. Struck by sudden inspiration, he pressed his lips against Carolyn's and dragged her into a kiss, stealing her attention while he undid his pants – at least enough to free himself. She tasted like perfume smelled, mixed with sunlight. She was... surprisingly good at kissing, Jakob noted. Certainly better than the free girls he'd fooled around with before. But he was freed, and his cock bobbed loose from his pants. Jakob pulled back from her and let just the tip of his head push against her stomach, smearing her with precum.
	Carolyn blushed and looked up at the young nobleman. “How do you want me, sir?” There was no doubt in Jakob's mind. He swept her up,  lifting her by the thighs and propping her back against the wall. “Like so.”
	Even now, she kept a neutral expression, he noticed, even with the incredibly thick blush across her face, golden-copper hair frizzing slightly with the heat between them. Still, Carolyn's stoicism was broken when he pressed the head of his cock against her entrance, the bit lip and averted eyes the first rise he had gotten out of her in a long time. He almost smiled, and then remembered what he was doing. Slowly, he dropped her hips, relaxing his muscles to split her upon his iron-hard rod. Carolyn's eyes closed and a sigh escaped her lips when he bottomed out in her, splitting the demigoddess apart on his masculinity. They sat there for a moment, breathing in near silence with naught but the hum of her bindings to break it. And then, Jakob started to move her.
	Carolyn's arms leaped around Jakob's neck as he lifted her up slowly and slammed her down without mercy upon his cock. The sensation was incredible, a hundred times better than any of the girls he'd had before, and he cursed his past self for waiting so long. Maybe it was her heritage, but she was tight as could be, squeezing around him so hard it was actually difficult for him to move, and hot like a furnace but not quite burning him. Jakob almost felt weak in the knees, but overpowered his frailty. Had to make a good impression on (or in, heh heh) the help. He lifted Carolyn, dropped her down, lifted her, let her down, again and again, faster and faster. Her legs were now wrapped around his back and her arms around his neck, Carolyn breathing heavily into his shoulder, hiding her face from him.
	The sounds she made with every thrust were incredible, but unfortunately Jakob was nearing his climax. He considered lifting her head up and kissing her deeply (Alicia had liked that, he remembered) but that would probably be too personal. Much as he had come to like her recently, it still would not do for a man of his stature to be 'in love' with a slave.

	What a shame, he thought. She really is beautiful.

	Instead Jakob merely picked up the pace further, slamming her hips onto his with almost alarming frequency, his cock splitting her pussy apart faster and faster. Yelps came from Carolyn now, and Jakob smiled, just a little. He could feel his end approaching, the point of no return surging forward when Carolyn cried out and her walls squeezed him, rhythmically contracting. He could be wrong, but wasn't that what happened when a girl...?
	There was no time to think about it, for Carolyn's milking pushed Jakob over the edge and with a roar and a slam into the wall he buried himself all the way inside of her, falling over the edge and filling her with his seed. A defilement of the gods, Jakob figured. This demigoddess had just been taken a human, him in particular. There was something outrageously sexy about that, and all of a sudden he understood why his great grandfather had bought Carolyn to begin with. Jakob pulled her off of him after a moment of post-climax glow for the both and gently set the trembling slave on the ground. “That's all for now, Carolyn.” Jakob said, turning and buckling his pants before striding for the exit. Faintly, behind him he heard in her bell-like voice “Come back any time, master~”


Jakob wondered when the next time his father would be out of the house. Already he couldn't wait.