East vs West

I don't own soul caliber

Karlson?

I pressed my head firmly against the soft warm pillows, brushing my cheek against the smooth silky feeling as I moaned contentedly, quite frankly trying to stay in my soft warm bed as long as possible. Briefly wondering why only certain select parts of my body were warm…

Karlson?

There was an odd… bump… on my pillow… I felt it flick against my cheek, must be a loose feather or…

"KARLSON!" roared the mistress and I woke up.

Isabella Valentine glared at me as I stared into her blue eyes. My manhood throbbing slightly as I remembered what happened. She invited me into her bed… and we proceeded to do very shameful… but thoroughly enjoyable things.

I was still firmly, and fully, buried deep inside her soft, silky warm womanhood and I realized that my 'pillow' was of course her soft, generous breasts. We must have passed out after I had… finished. She flinched as the memory caused my cock to throb excitedly inside her, eager for more. But judging by the look on her face that wasn't an option at the moment.

"Pull out Karlson I haven't got all morning…" she scolded firmly, trying to maintain some semblance of her authority over me. I began to pull out, she shivered slightly but her face remained stoic and fierce until my length bounced free of her tight warm embrace… a plentiful amount of my seed flowing from her womanhood onto the mattress as it did.

…Now I'll have to wash the sheets again…

It had been about a month and a half since I was employed by the mistress, and I can honestly say I was… enjoying myself. And I'm not just saying that because of the handful of times the Mistress allowed me to… well… enjoy myself with her.

She trembled slightly her legs briefly wobbling as she stood up, clearing her throat as she stood naked and unashamed before me. "My robe Karlson." She demanded regally as I retrieved her long flowing purple robe, draping it around her as she stood with it open to continue revealing to me her body. Her womanhood still leaking my seed down her long supple legs, that I just wanted to wrap around me again… "Thank you. You may leave." She replied with an elegant, dismissive wave.

Unable to find my pants I made my way down to my quarters, hoping to God that Mortimer was well distracted in the kitchen preparing the Mistress' meal. Finding my spare uniform, a very nice suit fit for a butler. I headed out of my room and towards the kitchen…

But I paused for a moment, my eyes narrowing at the still darkened mansion of the early morning. I thought I saw something in the shadows, but it was probably just my imagination after all. The mansion can be quite misleading in the dark. And there was no point in lighting a candle to illuminate the room when the sun would rise in a few moments. Staring into the darkened hall for a few more moments I finally shrugged and made my way to the kitchen to see if Mortimer needed any help.

Mortimer nodded his head in greeting as he prepared the mistress' morning meal. The old servant said nothing of the mistress' evenings… mornings… and sometimes afternoons with me. Apparently, as long as the Mistress said nothing of the matter he kept his nose thoroughly out of it. Aiding him in a few little tasks I began to carry the mistress' meal up to her bedroom and was just about to open the door when it slammed open her food cascading everywhere on me as I stumbled backward and fell.

"Mortimer!" she shouted, dressed in her… outfit… the very distracting one, and her sword at her side. "Mortimer! She called again as the older man scampered out of the kitchen and stood to attention before her. "Prepare the carriage! I'm needed in the south." She stared at me for a moment, briefly looking apologetic, then commanding again. "Clean that up Karlson. I will return in the evening."

"Yes ma'am." I noted obediently as she descended the steps, her large shapely rear bouncing tantalizingly as Mortimer draped a travel robe around her and followed her outside. The large heavy doors of the mansion slammed shut behind her. Sighing sadly at the mess, I quickly cleaned up what I could and headed back to the kitchen. Eating what hadn't fallen on the floor I went back up and scrubbed the floors clean before heading towards the bath to clean myself up… taking my old casual clothing as I now had to wash TWO uniforms…

I soaked heavily in the bath, letting the hot water soothe my body as I floated in peace. I had the whole day and the mansion to myself. Normally such an idea would unnerve many of the people in the village, but I've come to accept that most of the rumors that peppered the mansion were in fact nonsense. The 'witch' was an alchemist; a woman of science, not sorcery. And while her beautiful figure was something to be discussed at length there was no unholy witchcraft to keep her young and beautiful, it must be one of her successful potions. It wouldn't surprise me.

And even if she was some unholy demon seductress from the pits of hell… she was definitely worth it. My erection throbbed in the water and I coughed slightly, chuckling to myself as my little soldier seemed eager to 'return to the front'. Still… I couldn't stay in the bath forever. Getting out, drying off, and getting dressed in my clothes as I bundled up my uniform to do the laundry. Remembering to get my other uniform still in the mistress' bedroom.

However, as I approached the door I paused, something caught in the corner of my eye and I turned to look at the stairs that lead into the mistress' laboratory…

The door was ajar… ever so slightly. It was never ajar. It was never really opened. It was only ever closed. Which meant, obviously, that I wasn't alone and there was someone in the house. My soldier instincts kicked in and I weighed my options. Mortimer would've taken his rifle. So that was out as a weapon. His spear was by the main doors, but that was too far away, same with my combat knife in my bedroom… I could risk one, or the other, but then whoever was in the house might realize I was aware of them and my element of surprise would be lost…

Finally, my eyes settled onto a nearby stand and the unlit silver candlestick with a wide sturdy base… that was my best option, it was heavy and easily wielded. I dropped my uniform and gripped the neck of the candlestick, wielding it upside down and like a club. I tossed the waxy candle aside and approached the laboratory door cautiously.

As I got closer to the reinforced wooden door, I listened intently. There was a faint, very faint, jostling occurring in the room. Someone was searching for something and was hardly making a sound. I placed my hand carefully on the door, giving it a slight push to get a slightly better view…

…and what a view…

It was a woman in a skin-tight red suit, and it left nothing to the imagination as it hugged tightly to her curves. Why even wear that? She might as well just wander around naked... not that I'm implying that, obviously... She lifted jars and opened drawers, not quite finding what she wanted as she moved silently around the room. Her beautiful face angled in annoyance as she continued her search.

I recognized her from a month ago… 'Taki' I think the mistress called her… and I knew instantly that I only had one shot. I wasn't going to kill her or anything… but if I can catch her the mistress can hand her over to the authorities. We can't have the village spreading rumors that she bathed in the blood of beautiful women… again…

However, before I could act she began to quickly approach the door… I slammed my shoulder against it, the door swung open hitting her hard as she fell back with a cry. "Don't move!" I shouted… then I screamed as her foot shot up and slammed between my legs…

…I am not proud…

Dropping to my knees in pain she quickly stood up and swung her leg at my head. It took all of my strength to bring up the candlestick as her shin crashed against it. She screamed in shock and pain as she stumbled back, I quickly lunged forwards, pinning her to the ground. She reached for her knives but I grabbed her wrist, forcing her to turn over and pinning the arm behind her back… then I wrapped my arm around her neck and squeezed in a choke hold…

She struggled briefly then went still from the sleeper hold. I collapse to the side of her and staring at her sleeping beautiful face I realized I didn't have a lot of time. I bound her tightly to a chair with rope and leather straps to tie her legs to the chair legs and bound her wrists on her lap to make sure she wasn't doing anything sneaky.

I was just about to gag her when she woke up, snapping her teeth angrily at me as I approached with the cloth, the clean cloth mind you. And she started screaming at me in a foreign language that brought back flashbacks to the angry samurai that ended my military career. I waved my hands in front of her face and brought a finger to my lips.

"I DON'T UNDERSTAND- why am I shouting?" I asked nobody in particular, shaking my head. "I don't understand you." I said simply, "Just, please be quiet…" I said, she snorted then started chattering to me in her language again. I imagine she was insulting me rigorously so I ignored her, collecting a book from the library and sitting down across from her, occasionally looking up from the book to examine her and waiting. There wasn't much else to do. She had a nice voice, but it was clear she was insulting me.

I wanted to try gagging her again, but as I gripped the cloth she gave me a smug smile and chomped her teeth together dangerously and I decided against it. Simply blocking out her words after a while. I was a soldier, boring guard duty was part of the job and I received my fair share of it.

It started to become late in the day and she became progressively quieter as I continued to ignore her. However, as I was getting hungry and I hadn't had anything since the mistress' breakfast this morning I went to get a late lunch. Which was barely anything. I couldn't leave her alone while I cooked something, so I grabbed some bread and cheese and returned in less than a minute.

She watched me eat, glaring at me as if offended that I didn't offer her anything. But I suppose I was being inhospitable. "Hungry?" I asked, holding out the loaf of bread to her as she continued to glare. She watched me for a moment and opened her mouth. Seeing that as an acceptance I approached her and let her take a few bites of the bread, chewing hungrily as I stood over her.

The doors to the main hall opened and the Mistress entered, "Karlson. Prepare a meal for…" she hesitated and spotted Taki tied to the chair. Taki, catching a glimpse of Lady Isabella and not breaking eye contact, slowly opened her mouth and took another bite of the bread, as if thinking Lady Isabella couldn't see her. "…Karlson." She began slowly, seething with contained anger. "What is she doing here?"

"I caught her in your study Mistress." I replied as she approached, looming over the both of us as she glared down at Taki.

"…He caught you?" she asked the woman who shrugged sheepishly and swallowed her food.

"He caught me by surprise." She replied in clear English as I glared at her aghast.

"You can speak English?!"

"Of course she can speak English." The mistress replied firmly, as I slapped my forehead in annoyance. "…Bring her to my room." She said bitterly, strutting up the stairs as I sighed exasperatedly, looking disappointingly at the women who smirked at me.

She was actually much lighter with the chair than I thought she'd be. I slammed the thing down in the mistress' bedroom as she slowly dropped her robe to the ground. "Now then." She began as I turned, "Karlson. Stay." She ordered, and I turned around, standing ready for her orders. The mistress loomed over Taki again, leaning forward so her heavy supple breasts hung from her chest like pendulums. "I don't HAVE a piece!" she said firmly, "I destroyed all the ones I found."

"Like I was going to take your word for it." the woman replied firmly, suddenly she hissed as the mistress stood upright, and surprisingly took her high-heeled foot and pressed it between Taki's legs. "W-what are you doing?!" she moaned and spat angrily as the mistress ground her heel into Taki's womanhood.

"Teaching you a lesson. Karlson." She said, looking at me, "In my study there is a vial of pink liquid. Bring it to me please." I nodded and went to retrieve the vial, however when I returned the mistress was holding her sword and Taki's breasts were exposed. The mistress gripped Taki's face dominatingly and tilted her head back. "Pour it in." she ordered me, as Taki's mouth sealed shut as she struggled. "Pinch her nose." She ordered simply as I obeyed. Taki struggled valiantly but soon her mouth opened wide in a gasp and I poured in the liquid as the mistress covered her mouth, spilling some of the liquid on her hand as Taki had to gulp…

"…We didn't just poison her, did we?" I asked hesitantly. As if to reassure me, and keeping eye contact with me, the mistress slowly licked the spilled pink liquid on the back of her hand, moaning delectably.

"Do not worry Karlson. It's perfectly safe. And tastes like strawberries." She held her hand out to me, "Taste." She ordered, and unable to resist her commands I licked her hand like an obedient dog…

It did taste like strawberries, and so did the mistress. She suddenly yanked me by the shirt pulling me closer to her, kissing me as her strawberry-flavored tongue shot into my mouth and I felt her nipples harden against my chest as her breasts pressed up against me.

"Aaaahhh….." cooed Taki suddenly, fidgeting on the chair as her breasts jiggled. She gnashed her teeth together as she struggled against the bonds, the lower part of her suit slowly becoming damp. Watching us intently.

"It is an aphrodisiac…" Ivy cooed into my ear, "Very concentrated, I found it in china during my travels…" she approached Taki and pinched her hardening nipples as her arousal began to leak through her suit and drip onto the floor. "You're causing me trouble Taki." Ivy smirked, "And you've inconvenienced my servant so it's only fair that you apologize most appropriately." She looked at me sultrily through half-lidded eyes. "Take off your pants Karlson."

Well, that was a little forward, but I was distracted by the beautiful asian woman's panting and how amazing Mistress' ass looked in her suit. So…

"By the Gods…" Taki's eyes suddenly widened as she saw my manhood, her mouth opening and closing like a fish as she stared.

"Bigger than anything in your country right Taki?" the mistress asked proudly, letting her hand slowly stroke my length into life as if she was petting a snake. She cooed proudly as I stood at attention, aiming my hardened length directly at Taki's panting mouth. "She's going to suck on you…" she cooed softly in my ear as she continued to stroke me and kiss my cheek, "Like a geisha in the red-light district." I didn't know what that was, but it didn't stop my cock from throbbing eagerly to be between her lips.

Taki's eyes hazed over slightly as she leaned forwards, her lips centimeters away… then the mistress pulled my length away and Taki whimpered, "N-nani?" she moaned looking up at the Mistress pleadingly.

"Are you going to be a good girl?" she cooed, stepping onto Taki's wet pussy again as she continued to stroke me. "Or are you going to break my toy?" I throbbed in her grip, and she hissed in my ear, "Shhh… not yet. Don't come yet…" her lips brushed lovingly against my skin, kissing my neck and shoulders as she kept up the pace. "Say. Ahh." She ordered Taki, brushing my cock head with her thumb and fingers.

"Ah! Ahh!" Taki whimpered pleadingly, opening her mouth as wide as it could go. The mistress shoved me forwards, my cock easily slipping between Taki's lips even as she whimpered at the size. Taking a fistful of her hair the mistress guided Taki up and down my length, her tightly sealed lips feeling amazing around my length.

"if you do a good job." The mistress cooed cruelly, "I have a few studs in my stable that might enjoy you too…" she giggled at her joke, often comparing me to her horses. She pinched Taki's nipples again, "Suck him. I want to hear you gag. All the way." She forced Taki down, "All the way!" she ordered as Taki chough and gagged as I stretched her throat, "Swallow his pride. His children." She buried Taki's nose into my pubic hair, "Get a good whiff of his scent. Memorize it." She ordered, then kissing me gain she cooed in my ear, "Release in her throat… Let her have all of it."

"M-Mistress!" I warned, she sped Taki's head up on my length as Taki moaned hesitantly. "My lady!" placing her hand on the back of her head she shoved Taki fully back down and held her firm as my cock burst forth a torrent of seed. Taki's nose suddenly spurted white cream as she gagged and coughed. Grinning proudly Ivy pulled Taki agonizingly slow of my now sloppy length. "Good…" she kissed me, "What a good boy you are…"

Taki coughed onto the floor, a small line of seed still hanging from her nose. Ivy's hand smacked across Taki's face, sending her to the floor with a crash. "Do not WASTE my servant's seed." She demanded, and her sword lashed out, slicing away the ropes except for her hands. "On the bed Karlson." She ordered, shoving me onto my back as she dragged the bound Taki by the air and forced her to look at my throbbing erection. "See that?" Ivy asked as Taki stared, "That's going inside you." She said firmly, taking her sword and slowly and expertly slicing open Taki's wet suit, revealing her well cared for pussy.

She shoved a weak Taki forwards onto me, my cock brushing against the skintight suit as Ivy dragged her over me, my length brushing between her cheeks as Taki hesitantly looked down at me and Ivy. Ivy shoved her fingers into Taki's ass, making her shriek as she is lifting her up high and aimed her pussy at my length, "Apologize to my servant…" she said firmly, before shoving Taki shrieking down on my length, "With your BODY!"

"Ā, kare wa totemo ōkī!" shrieked Taki in her native tongue, her eyes wide as she drooled and collapsed onto me, her breast pressing against my body as she shivered, her bound hands curling into my shirt as her fingernails bit deep.

"That! Didn't! Sound! Like! An! Apology!" the mistress roared happily, slapping Taki's rear with the flat of her sword for emphasis as I pushed up and down into Taki's body, feeling her womb stretch around my cock head as I buried my length into her again and again, listening to her shriek in orgasmic pleasure as she rode me.

"Gomen'nasai!!!" she shrieked and tightened as she came on me, her pussy pulsing around my length as her body flooded with arousal.

"Did you cum?!" scolded Ivy, yanking her hair back as she screamed out the word again and again while I continued to thrust up into her.

"Gomen'nasai! Gomen'nasai!! Gomen'nasai!!!!" she shrieked manically, then screamed. Ivy took the hilt of her sword, and shoved it into Taki's anus.

"Ā, watashi no o shiri!" she whimpered as Ivy rammed the sword deeper and deeper into her rectum, still tugging on her hair as I thrust, her tunnel clamping desperately around my length.

"Do you accept her apology?" the mistress cooed, absently thrusting her sword into Taki as I reached my limit.

"Y-yes! Mistress!" I pleaded, unable to hold it any longer.

Smiling like a kind Goddess, the mistress shoved Taki down fully on my length, and forced the woman to look into my eyes as I released my seed directly into her womb. Taki's eyes made with pleasure, shame, and lust, quivered as she felt me fill her with my thick seed.

She leaked my fluid down my length, I felt it flow down my throbbing balls as I continued to fill her overstuffed hole. Suddenly Taki moaned uncontrollably as the Mistress lifted her off my length by her ass, tossing her roughly aside as she bounced on the bed. Still trembling and staring reverently at me.

"Look at that…" the mistress cooed, strutting to the other side of the bed and forcefully spreading Taki's legs to view the seed that still flowed from her pussy. "That is a masterpiece… perhaps I'll have Mortimer paint it for posterity…" she stared at Taki for a moment then went to ring the summon bell.

Soon Mortimer appeared, I quickly covered myself but he seemed unconcerned. Ivy pointed to the exhausted Taki, one elegant eyebrow raised. "…Memorize this sight Mortimer I want a painting of it later."

Mortimer nodded casually as if this was normal. "Of course."

"And toss her out." She ordered, dragging Taki to the floor as Mortimer easily hefted the naked dripping woman onto his shoulder. "That will be all." She added as Mortimer nodded again and left.

I sighed sadly as I viewed the state of her bedding. It was going to take forever to clean. "Karlson."

"Yes Mistress?" I asked looking at her.

"It seems that my bedding has been dirtied…" she looked at the window and approached me, gripping my cock firmly in her hands. "…As it seems it is far too late to do the laundry…" she said absently, beginning to stroke me, "…I think I'll occupy your bed for the evening…"

"Of course ma'am." I replied obediently, "I'll sleep in the library-" I grunted as she squeezed my cock in her grip. And glared angrily at me… "…Yes ma'am." I concurred as she led me to the servant's quarters by my manhood…

We moaned into each other's mouth as I groped and worshiped her body, the 'outfit' she wore easily dropping away as we collapsed onto the bed, I desperately caressed her breasts, suckling her nipples as I spread her legs immediately, throbbing excitedly as she grinned knowingly up at me. Gasping in delight as I thrust deep into her body and began to move.

"Deeper Karlson! DEEPER!!" she cried as I thrust into her again and again, her legs trembling on my shoulders as I eagerly drove on, desperate to please. "Fuck me like a Japanese ninja!" she laughed at her joke as I throbbed, and her breasts bounced tantalizingly before me as she grinned knowingly up at me. Gripping her large wonderous breasts in her hands she pinched her nipples as she held them firm, gazing proudly up at me as the bed creaked beneath us.

"Give it to me." She ordered, and suddenly she tightened up, her face still stoic. She had complete control of her body… as well as mine. "Shoot your common-born load into my superior pussy Ben." She said, using my name and…

"Mistress!" I roared, blasting her womb with an unbelievable amount of seed. She moaned softly, relaxing contentedly on the bed as I dropped onto her pillow-like breasts, suckling them like a babe as my seed seemed to flow unheeded as if my balls found willing volunteers of sperm to flood the mistress' body.

"Mmmn…" she cooed softly, stroking my hair as I panted exhaustedly, "That's a good boy…" she hummed softly, as I drifted off to sleep. Seed flowing from her overstuffed tunnel and staining my sheets with our essence. She slapped my face lightly, and I blearily opened my eyes at her as she smirked at me like a queen.

"You're not done." She cooed, her fingers surprisingly piercing into my anus, amazingly forcing my length back to hardness inside her as she licked her lips hungrily. "More." She ordered… and I gave her more.

Later that week I found myself finishing up a bath, carefully cleaning my sensitive length as it had spent that morning inside the mistress… as I approached the door I frowned as I noticed something odd on the floor. A large wet stain on the carpet just outside the bath… now normally that would've been a common sight outside the bathroom… but oddly enough as I saw something move out the window in the corner of my eye…

I highly doubt it was water

End of Chapter

Now I know google translate is notorious when it comes to Japanese, but here's what Taki was saying for me.

Ā, kare wa totemo ōkī= Oh god he's so big

Gomen'nasai= I'm sorry

Ā, watashi no o shiri=Oh god my butt!