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Feeling my own emotions rise, I rested my forehead against hers, my voice icy as I spoke again.

"I know that you dislike this, Jahi, but it's my life. If you truly wish to treat me as your equal, like how you treat Anput and Leone, then this training that I came up with will happen."

Continuing to stare into her golden eyes, I watched as they slowly filled with mild anger and exasperation, her lips pulled into a sneer.

"My question was what. Is. This. Training? It wasn't what you thought, Kat."

Her voice was raspy, and her hard eyes continued to bore into my own as she waited.

Enunciating each word and ignoring my previous statement…

"The idea was to traverse the city at night, hiding from view and honing the skills needed to remain unseen. Alone, preferably…"

At that, she sneered, her voice a low growl as she whispered "Alone?"

Her breath was hot against my skin, and I held back a shiver as her eyes flared further, the gold swirling around in her iris.

When she continued, her voice was level and flat, void of emotion.

"You wanted to leave this house… alone. You wanted to journey around the city… alone. The city which houses dozens upon hundreds of Nobles, Adventurers, Criminals? Alone? Did you forget what I said when we arrived here? Did you?

You of all people should know better, Kat… You were the one to remind us to not be arrogant. Is your… 'training' idea not arrogance? Thinking that you can just… galavant around the city, unseen, unheard, unnoticed? Is that not arrogance to the extreme? Have you not learned from what you tell us?"

Gritting my teeth, I stared at her as she spoke, her golden eyes narrowed as she stared back.

I opened my mouth to speak, but she cut me off, her anger making itself known again.

"Do you think I will let you walk around, alone, after what happened back in Phobos City? Are you taking me for an idiot, Kat? Is that it? You think that I would conveniently forget that the last time I took my eyes off of you, you were kidnapped and almost killed?"

Hearing her bring up Phobos and my kidnapping, I swallowed down my anger as the rest of her words washed over me.

I couldn't tell her that during that time, I had had some kind of… fever dream that may or may not be real; that a future version of me came back to tell me to start preparing for some large, disastrous event in a decades time.

"Let's say that I do allow you to… wander the city at night, to… 'hone your skills'. What are you even planning on doing, hmm? Just walking around, hoping no one sees you? 'Concealing' yourself from some normal people? People without mana? How in the blazing hells does that help whatsoever Kat?"

My lip curled up in mild anger as I snapped "It's a start damnit!"

Taking in a deep breath, I tried to calm myself down, to find a way to turn this back around.

"For what? For you to continue to hide yourself from the world? How does you learning to sneak around like a coward benefit me, Kat? How? Explain it to me, explain to me why I should even continue to think about this? About letting you walk out of that door, alone, back into the world; a world, may I remind you, that just got much more dangerous when a psycho bitch of an Elf declared war on our House?"

With another deep breath, I stared at her face, the swirling emotions in her eyes slowly making themselves known.

Anger, confusion, disappointment, exasperation, care, love…

Biting my lip, I continued to meet her gaze, even as I wanted nothing more than to turn away.

"To be your hidden blade; someone none of the other Houses know anything about. To protect you from harm before you even need to deal with it. To be little more than your shadow in public, someone that the others just gloss over because they see little more than a maid, a servant. Not a warrior, not a killer…

I want to protect and support each of you the best I can, and to me, this is how I can do that; to not distract you by having your worry about yet another House asking to recruit me, to have me wed somewhere else…

Besides, if this… situation we're in can't change your mind that someone who can silently and easily make their way into locked places to, say, get rid of the problem before it escalates…"

My voice trailed off as Jahi sighed, releasing my knees as she pinched her nose.

"So your… idea of helping is to be my personal… assassin, meant to be used to weaken whoever stands against me from the shadows? Correct? This is why you wish to remain the way you've stubbornly clung to all this time?"

I nodded, her tired voice entering my ears again as she murmured "Why're you so damn troublesome, Kat? There's never a moment where you don't… you can't… hah…"

Raising a brow, I watched as she leaned back into the chair, her eyes staring up towards the ceiling.

"You are not going out alone, no matter how much you plead, no matter how much you will attempt to. I will know if you've left, Kat, and there'll be hell to pay should you even fucking think about it, understand?"

She lowered her eyes back to me, revealing the natural amethyst that I had fallen in love with.

"But-!"

Placing her hand over my mouth, she sighed again as she said "You're not going out alone. Did that sound like I said you're not going out… at all? Whenever you want to do these little… escapades of yours, you will tell me first, and we shall go out. Together. Because if something happens to you while I'm not there, I…"

She gulped and turned away, before she muttered "Anyways, if you're so damn adamant about this, then we'll go out. Together. If you think, for even a second, that-"

Looking back at me, her eyes reverted to gold, and her voice turned to a growl.

"I will ever risk losing you again, you're wrong. This bond be damned, you're mine, Kat. MINE. I will NEVER let you walk away from me, nor will I watch you leave. You belong to me…"

Nodding, I shuffled around on her lap, mounting her and staring straight into her eyes.

"That's fine with me, Jahi… I may live for you, but I will determine how I go about serving you; both as a Servant and as a Lover."

Clasping her cheeks, I smiled warmly at her as I leaned forwards, whispering "Besides, you also belong to me… Most of that heart that beats in your chest belongs to me, and you will never be able to escape or change that…"

Stroking her flawless blue skin, I allowed my thumbs to roam close to her eyes, making her flinch as I applied a small amount of pressure, my smile twisting as I finished speaking.

"I am yours, and you are mine; nothing in this world will ever change that, no matter how you might eventually try to look for a way out…"

She smirked at me, her hands slipping under my dress as she whispered "I thought I made it damn clear that the puppy in front of me was never going to leave my side… Has she forgotten that?"

Pressing her lips against mine, she slid her tongue into my mouth as she pulled me further into her arms, only breaking the kiss as she whispered "Every inch of you is mine, Kat… Every…"

Sliding her hands around, I moaned as she enunciated each word with a squeeze, her hands moving expertly to my sensitive areas.

"Last…"

Stroking my tail, she grinned at me as I shivered, before her hand made its way lower.

"Inch…"

Slipping a finger inside, she resumed our kiss, murmuring between each frantic locking of our lips.

"Belongs to me, Kat. You're mine, and that…"

Tossing off my maid dress, she started trailing her kisses down my body, showering me in her love.

"Will never change…"

Lifting me up, she laid me on the bed, whispering "We'll go out tomorrow night, love… I swear. Just…"

Moaning, I wrapped my limbs around her as she started, her lips locked on my neck.

Think of this like my (Extra) chapters; heavier language and all that, so don't be too surprised.

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Jillian Sariel PoV

Lounging in my bed, I glanced over at Ayla as she sat up, her smooth, sun-kissed skin gleaming in the moonlight, while she combed out her long green hair.

Staring at her, I nodded to myself as I took in her figure, having to hold myself back from pulling her back into bed with me.

Ayla Kameiel, my childhood friend turned fiancee…

Cruel, wicked, clever, smart…

Many words described her, but the one that most agreed on was beautiful.

Having grown up with her, I knew each of those words fit her perfectly; she was a conniving bitch who did as she pleased to get what she wanted.

When I hadn't played with her upon our first meeting as children, she had crafted an elaborate scene to paint me as a bully who had belittled and shunned her, forcing my parents to play with her in front of them.

That hate that she made me feel receded as we got to know one another, and I started to enjoy her visits to our home over the years.

Of course, I had started seeing her as a friend; a sister, even.

Not a potential lover.

My eyes were set on something else, something… better.

Since I was from a Ducal House, and our lands were near the Capital, I was often invited to the Princess' gatherings, where she was hosting other Noble Heirs to start cultivating relationships with them, as she might be the future Empress one day.

It was during that first meeting that I fell for Leone Presa-Ash; her shyness in private, when compared to her regal aura in public created such a lovely gap…

One that I teased her about during the tea parties or other gatherings, and I found myself at each of these social events; I was a constant amongst the changing variables of the lesser Nobility.

Our chemistry seemed well enough; the Princess was interested in magic, and I was well informed on the subject.

My parents had started my training as early as possible, and I wanted to meet their expectations.

So, I started shaping myself into the perfect Elf; magically inclined, an excellent archer, deadly with twin daggers…

Everything that made my mother and father great transferred to me, and with such incredible talent…

Well, I grew to think I was perfect.

Of course Leone would want to marry me; it just made the most sense.

I had the status, power, talent, and chemistry with her…

So, when I heard that she was visiting the Asmodia's because the young Demoness had awoken to Light Magic, I was angry.

I had known her first.

I had built up a relationship with her first.

Surely she wouldn't betray me?

When she returned, the young Vampire was still shy, but whenever I asked about Jahi, she would blush hard before changing the subject.

However, one such time I had learned that there was not just one girl that had caught her eye, but two.

The other was nothing more than a lowly maid, some Dogkin whelp that was Jahi's personal maid.

So, I started digging, and that whelp turned out to be the next Heir to the Zara Pack, if it ever reformed after being massacred.

Then I learned about her Soul Bond, around the same time that I learned she had Ice Magic.

When I first met her, I was curious about her, but that was it.

Sure, she was drop dead gorgeous, with a body so curvy it could make even a celibate, oath bound monk sin, but that was all.

However, that curiosity sprouted when Jahi had accepted Leone's proposal during that hunting trip.

I hated Jahi, but there was little I could do to her.

But there was everything I could do to her precious little slut of a maid.

I had grown angry and bitter when Leone and handed herself to that arrogant Demoness, and that was the time that the green haired Elf in front of me had wiggled her way into my arms.

The first had been our first night together; she had gotten me liquored up before dragging me to a room, enduring the abuse I had given her as she greedily accepted my hateful pounding.

When I had awoken the next day, she had shown me what I had done in a drunken rage, and she told me that I had a choice.

Marry her, or she would ruin me.

To sweeten the deal, she said that she was interested in getting rid of the Asmodia's as well, and that a good place to start would be hurting their Heir.

So, I took her deal, and we convinced our parents to bless our union.

When it had been finalized, she had revealed that she was working on a way to remove Soul Bonds, meaning…

Giving in to my desire, I pulled Ayla back into bed, the woman yelping as she found herself under me.

"You never did tell me why you were alright with what I… wanted."

Chuckling, Ayla smiled warmly up at me, her dark green eyes shining with a crazy light as she said "To make you happy, I would do anything Jillian. Besides, I would be lying if I said I wasn't interested in the first natural Ice Mage that's appeared in the last few decades… the possibilities of mixing her blood with ours…"

Flashing me a crazed smile, I chuckled as I kissed her lips, enjoying her fresh taste.

"You're still trying to complete that huh?"

She nodded, moaning softly as I nibbled on her long ear.

"With just a few more years ah~ I could create something great~! If I can mix opposite manas together to create something ah~ better, we could become the new strongest House in this Empire~! One that even the Empress has to respect~!"

Chuckling again, I whispered "Well, it helps both you and I if we steal her away; break her down to nothing more than an outlet for us to use as we please, all while dealing a substantial blow to that insufferable bitch Jahi…"

Ayla nodded, her hands running down my stomach before grabbing at my member, guiding me into her.

"Ahn~! Mm… A test subject… an outlet… and a blow against our enemies~ Didn't I tell you you wouldn't regret marrying me, Jil~?"

Smirking at her, I started relishing her moans as I pounded into her, whispering "I still resent the way you went about it, Ayla… getting me drunk before framing me? Again?"

Giving me a twisted smile, her eyes hardened as she sweetly whispered "How else would I get you to look at me and not that bitch of a Princess? For years I tried to pursue you, but it was always Leone this, Leone that!"

Her lips pulled into a sneer as she stared at me, only to yelp as I slapped her.

"What did I say about talking to me like that?"

Her eyes widened, before her twisted smile returned.

"Come on Jil~ She's just whoring herself out to your favorite Demoness, letting her plant her seed in-"

? Slapping her again, I glared down at the chuckling woman under me, knowing I was only playing into her hand again.

"You are so…"

Shaking my head, I wrapped my hands around her throat, watching as euphoric glee entered her eyes as I squeezed.

"Fucking twisted…"

But, so was I.

The image of an auburn haired, amber eyed Dogkin overlapped with Ayla, and I grinned as I started slamming into her, my mind filled with debauched thoughts of the toy that I so desired.

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They're both fucked in the head, but I do need to remind you that they have skills that can back up them being fucked in the head; think the Joker in that regard.

Crazy as hell, but dangerous.

Not as cool as him though…