Who's the Boss?

I don't own Soul Calibur

Tomorrow is a very special day. I had almost forgotten about it after trying to physically shove that mad woman Tira into the back of a secured armored wagon just three days ago. Apparently, the royal guards themselves had come to claim her...

As I was tending to the mess she left behind at the front entrance, I had absently wondered if I could ask the mistress for the day off when there was a collection of 'knocks' at the door. Meaning, someone took a handful of pebbles and threw them at the door as opposed to actually knocking. Usually it's just a pack of children, feeling their undropped balls a little trying to provoke the 'witch'.

Now that I mention it. If you really think about it is a stupid idea in general. Why would you provoke a fight with someone with unearthly powers? Not that she actually has unearthly powers but if she can make you explode just from looking at you, a rumored power that she only technically has…

…Sometimes the sailors at the docks 'explode' when she walks by in her… 'travel outfit.'

Would you really provoke someone that could make you explode?... I supposed it's the universe's way of thinning out the stupid. Regardless, as I made my way to the front door to tell them off I found a package carelessly discarded just off the porch and saw the local postman running for his life. I sighed, before retrieving the package and reading who it was for.

'Sigurd.' I sighed fondly, rolling my eyes. It was for me.

"Thank, you mother." I said absently, entering the house again. Her timing impeccable Mistress Valentine had descended her stairs, watching me thoughtfully, and dressed more modestly than usual in a rather plain, but still somewhat glamorous purple dress.

"Karlson. What is that?"

"It's a package for me, Mistress." I noted, resting it on a convenient table and pulling out my combat knife. I had taken to carrying it around, after three or four attacks on the mansion it just seemed practical at this point.

"Were you expecting something?" she asked curiously, easily looking over my shoulder as I opened it.

"No. It's just a gift from my mother."

She smirked almost teasingly, giving me a coy look. "Ah. I see… filled with all sorts of anti-curse trinkets for your service under a 'witch'?" she usually embraced the rumors surrounding her, it tended to keep the idiots away.

"I have not informed my mother I am working for a 'witch', ma'am." I replied, with a fond smile at her. then collecting myself as she glanced at the package, I removed a very well-made scarf, and a collection of sweets she had made.

Lady Valentine checked the address. "Sigurd? I thought your name was…" she searched her memories, "…Ben? Karlson."

"Benjamin, yes." I noted, already donning said scarf, a lovely navy blue, to see how it looked. "But it is my middle name, most people look at me funny when I tell them my name is Sigurd so I've been using Benjamin."

"…I like it." she replied absently as I raised the scarf to cover my blush, "…But a care package from home Karlson, do I not pay you enough?" she teased again as I smiled.

"No, Mistress you pay me more than enough, tomorrow however just happens to be my birthday so my mother sent me a gift."

She turned to me, eyes narrowing, "Tomorrow is your birthday?" her eyes rolled upward for a moment in thoughtful contemplation, then smiled. "…Any plans?"

"Not particularly Mistress." I replied, already packing up the sweets, "It's not like the townsfolk would enjoy my company."

"…Hmm…" she hummed thoughtfully, "…Well… take the day off anyway Karlson."

"Mistress?" I asked curiously but she smiled.

"The house can manage for a day without you cleaning it. Relax. Read a book, go into town and have a pint. We'll manage… Mortimer!" she suddenly cried out as the aged servant reported immediately with a low bow and she began to speak quietly to him. He had a very brief look of confusion on his face last I saw him, but he nodded nonetheless and obeyed.

The rest of the day went normally, I prepared the meals, cleaned the mansion, and tended to the garden. I attempted to repair the basement and quickly lost interest, chased out Miss Taki from my room with a broom… and, through most of it Mortimer was missing throughout the day, when he finally returned late in the evening he carried a rather large package under his arm, I didn't really think much of it. He often retrieves packages for the mistress. Easier than the mistress herself at any rate.

So, with dinner made, served, devoured, and dishes cleaned, I immediately went to bed. Fondly wondering what I would do tomorrow on my day off… I had no idea.

Literally, and figuratively…

Master… Master Sigurd… cooed a voice in my dreams.

I moaned softly, rolling over in my bed as the strangely foreign words echoed in my head. Who in their right mind would be calling me Master?

Then I felt my body shake, and I jumped awake, sitting up quickly and reaching for my bedside table to grab my knife only for a pair of silk, gloved-covered hands to catch my arm. I blinked sleepily at the owner of said hands and paused.

"Mistress Valentine?"

Dressed in a shoulder-less dress, corset, short mid-thigh skirt, and long black stockings and heels was Mistress Valentine… dressed as a French maid, her breasts held up and tightly together by the corset, her purple hair adorned with a maid cap, her lips bright with purple lipstick, and her eyes painted with purple mascara…. My mouth dropped.

"Mistress? whaaaaat are you doing?" I said, not so much aghast as… extremely confused.

"No no! Master Sigurd…" she said coyly, resting a gloved hand against her cheek, the other arm under her breasts as she lifted them notedly, she smiled. "I am not 'Mistress Valentine'. I am your maid. Ivy."

I raised a finger, opened my mouth, closed it, opened it again and managed to get out. "What?"

She smiled beautifully at me and leaned forward, giving me an even better view of her large generous breasts, her cleavage deep and hypnotizing as she felt my forehead. "Hmm. You have no fever Master Sigurd… so you must not be sick…" she smiled at me again and I could not help but blush. "Happy birthday…" she whispered, standing upright as her breasts wobbled in the tight dress.

"Mistress-" I began but she pressed a finger to my lips, her other hand on her waist imposingly as she glared.

"Karlson. Shut up. And let me give you my present." She said in her usual commanding tone, I relaxed, at least nothing completely weird was going on. "For the day… I am your maid." She said, her lips twitching. "I have given Mortimer the day off and an absurd amount of gold to spend the day AWAY from the mansion… its just you, and me, and whatever dirty, little, fantasy, you may have for your sweet, loyal maid…" she pulled her finger away, smiling prettily again.

"So. Master Sigurd. What would you like for breakfast?" she teased, as I thought about it.

"Pancakes." I said smiling as hers faded a little… then she put her finger back on my lips.

"I can't make pancakes Karlson… wait, can you make pancakes?" she then shook her head and got back on her mental track "Think. REAL. Hard about what you want for breakfast. Hmm?" she pulled her hand away, reassuming that 'maid' smile as she resumed character.

"…Eggs?" I asked as she rolled her eyes, covered my mouth again in some frustration and glared at me.

"KARLSON." She said firmly as I shuddered lightly. "THINK. REAL. HARD…" she said firmly as, finally, I began thinking really hard… With my second head as the blood rushed to it, straining my clothes as I realized what she meant by whatever dirty little fantasy I had for her…

…I could do whatever I wanted with my beautiful mistress all day, whatever I wanted… she was mine for today. She pulled her hand away and waited patiently as my mind whirled in thought, and I stood up.

"…I can have anything for breakfast Mist-" I caught myself, "-Ms. Ivy?" she smiled at me and licked her purple lips.

"Oh of course Master Sigurd. Whatever you'd like." She said coyly, I reached for her beautiful face, she was still taller than me, then pulled her to my lips as we kissed. She moaned, pulling her body to me and pressing her breasts to my chest as her tongue pierced my lips and rampaged in my mouth, but I fought back, dominating her wonderful organ back into her mouth as she cooed, accepting my dominance as she submitted to her act. My hands reached around to that beautiful, majestic rear of hers, reaching beneath the skirt and finding nothing between my hands and her soft buttocks, squeezing her fleshy cheeks as she moaned into my mouth.

Still kissing her I turned her towards the bed, walking her backward until she fell back upon it with me on top, still kissing her deeply as my hand began to rub beneath her skirt, feeling her womanhood between my fingers as they quickly became damp with her arousal, her legs spreading welcomingly as I continued to toy with her body.

Her legs tensed and stretched out, her heels scraping the floor as she moaned into my lips before I pulled away, her body trembling as she sighed erotically. My hand rested on her breasts, giving them a firm squeeze as she chuckled knowingly, before I yanked her top down, her breasts bouncing free before I pushed my erection against her folds, "MMn. Master Sigurd." She purred, taking her hands in mine and placing them back onto her breasts, making me fondle them. "Whatever are you going to do to me with that big sword you-HAVE!!" he back arched as she yelped, lips stretching into a smile as her tongue lolled and I went as deep as possible, feeling her womanhood tighten around me as I began plunging in and out of her. "Uh! MMn!! Ohho!!" she bounced wildly on the bed with my thrusts, my eyes glued to her majestic bouncing breasts…

Miss Valentine was many things, the most beautiful woman I've ever met, the most demanding I've ever worked for… but most importantly, or at least at the moment, the most important. She was also the 'biggest' I've ever seen…

I pushed deep inside her and dropped onto her body, she shuddered wildly beneath me as I buried my face in her wonderful cleavage before my hands slipped under her body, and with a heave of strength she was up off the bed, I held her upright as her legs hooked around me, my hands sliding to her ass as I lifted and dropped her, continuing my steady pace as her head flew back and she moaned.

"Mas-Master Sigurd! Oooh!!" she climaxed, trembling wildly even as I kept thrusting up into her, plunging deep into her body as my hips smacked against her. My hand clapped loudly on her firm buttocks as she yelped, "Oh!" again. "OH!!!"

"Ms Valentine!" I groaned, my cock bulging at her trembling tightness, "Ms! VALENTINE!!!" I slammed her back onto the bed as she grunted, climbed up and pounded down into her wonderfully tight womanhood. Each stroke was firm and deliberate as she trembled and shuddered around my length until finally….

"YESSSSS…." I groaned with a hiss, plunging into her body as I released my seed, "Oh God…"my head flung back as I gave her every last drop, her body clutched around mine, hands, legs, pussy. Rubbing, caressing, stroking…

"Master Sigurd… oooh…" she shuddered as I panted for breath, "…Did you enjoy your breakfast?... Sir?"

I fell upon her lips, kissing her passionately as she moaned into my mouth, her hands caressing my hair as she chuckled and purred. "…I'm still hungry…" I moaned as I pulled slightly away from those soft inviting lips. I pulled out of her, her body dripped my leftover seed as she gasped.

I rolled her roughly over, standing on the edge of the bed I lifted her up by the hips and back towards me, leaving her on all fours and presenting that beautiful ass to myself as I rubbed the sides of her body. "Ms Valentine you are very beautiful…" I praised, she blushed slightly and wiggled her hips.

"…Master Sigurd you are such a charmer…" she purred, before I was back inside her again. "And so ROUGH!!" she moaned as I immediately began thrusting, I could not resist… I need to feel her around me. I needed to be inside her…

I resisted normally through sheer force of will and the fact that she was my employer… but now that I held possession over her, even for a day… the dam was broken.

"Ms Valentine…" I chanted as if in prayer. "Ms. Valentine!" I pounded relentlessly into her body from behind, her breasts swaying in motion of my thrusts as she panted and gasped, her pussy tightening around my length perfectly.

As if we were made for each other.

"Mas!Ter! Sig! Urd! You're! So! Rough!" she purred, trembling as her arms lost strength and she dropped forward onto the bed, panting and moaning as I continued making love to her from behind…no… this wasn't love making this was fucking. Non-stop, relentless, fucking… "Oooho!!! She moaned, reaching up and gripping the other side of the bed with both hands, as if subconsciously trying to pull away, I reached up, grabbing her arms as I continued to pound, and pulled them back, hooking them behind her back and pulling her upright and back against me.

Deeper. Harder. TIGHTER

"Oh… MY GOD!!" she cried, eyes rolling back as her breasts bounced hard and heavy, almost hitting her chin as I kept pumping, kept FUCKING. Holding her arms with one hand I grabbed her hair and yanked, "OOOH GOD!!!" she cried out, mouth open, drooling a little as her body surrendered to me. I pulled her up, her arms pinned between my stomach and her back, one arm wrapped around her waist, and my hair-pulling hand clutched around her neck as her head rested on my shoulder. I gazed down her beautiful body at her breasts, the big orbs of flesh pleasure quivering as she shuddered in silent orgasm.

"Ivy…" I cooed in her ear as she trembled wildly, tightening around my thrusting cock. "Ivy! Ivy!! IVY!!!"

We gasped together as my cock bulged inside her and released once more. Her mouth gaped wide open in an unintelligible moan, but a slight twitch in the corners as if she was trying to smile. Her beautiful purple eyes were wide and gazing blankly at the ceiling. I ground against her wonderful ass, draining my seed into her before together we dropped back onto the bed…

I kissed her, first her cheeks then her lips as I continued to kiss her, letting her quivering, orgasming body settle as I moaned. "…You are wonderful…" I praised.

"Don't you mean. Were? We did just have sex…" she teased softly, brushing her lips against my cheek, then running her tongue along it.

"No. You are…" I repeated as she chuckled.

"Are you still hungry? 'Master' Sigurd?"

"…No Ms Valentine… but I do think we need a bath." I pulled from her as she let out an amused.

"We?" and lifted her in a bridal carry as she yelped in delight. "Master Sigurd! You're so incorrigible! -MMn?!" I kissed her again, carrying her all the way to the bathroom before finally setting her down, stripping off the rest of my clothes as she soon did the same. But my hands were already on her, caressing, molesting, my lips on one of her hardened nipples as her maid 'uniform' crumpled in a pile on the ground. "Master Sigurd you really-MMn!!" she shuddered as my fingers spread her folds, pushing into her body once more as she groaned. "Oh god…" she sighed as I pulled back out, spilling my previous load onto the floor.

I pulled her carefully into the hot bath, the waters soothing our bodies as we sat at the edge, my arm around her waist as she casually rested her head on my shoulder. I took in her scent, (albeit somewhat sweaty) and the smell of her hair as she let her heavy breasts float on top of the water…

…My erect length soon breached the surface like a deformed whale, throbbing as I watched her heavy mammaries bounce lightly on the surface… then beneath the water I felt her hand wrap gently around me. She gave me a coy smile. "…No rest for the help I suppose…" suddenly she was in front of me, smiling beautifully as she rested her hands on the edge of the bath behind me. "…Sit on the edge."

"Are you giving me ord-" I began teasingly, trying to stay in character only for a wet hand to rest on my lips.

"Sit." She said firmly as I obeyed… what? I don't mind obeying her orders.

I sat on the edge of the tube as water cascaded down my body, I was a little cold by my attention was kept on my throbbing erection as she lifted herself up, and wrapped her big, soft, wonderful, UNBELIEVABLE breasts around my length tightly. She took her hands, and rested them on the side of her breasts as my cock head poked between them.

"I learned this from a geisha in Japan named Setsuka…" she said lazily, before pushing them tightly together… and MOVED.

If heaven was on earth it would be between my mistress's breasts…

Up. Down. Up. Down. Steady. Soft. Relentless. She spat on my cock head and continued to move, smiling at me coyly as my head rolled back in bliss. I could've quite happily died right now, and I probably wouldn't have gone anywhere because I was already in heaven. She slammed her breasts onto my lap, squeezing them tightly together, before moving them individually up and down, her hands covering her nipples as she pulled them apart and smacked them together around my throbbing length.

"Mistress! Ivy!" I whimpered, unable to hold my release anymore… my cock was no match for her breasts…

She chuckled and slammed her breasts down, my cock pulsing as a good couple of inches pierced her cleavage, then, amazingly. her tongue tapped the very edge of my protruding dick, and ran up the shaft to-FLICKED-my tip…

I exploded. Roaring my release as my cock sent a shower of seed into the air like a geyser. My mistress, who I swore an oath of loyalty to serve forever in that exact moment gazed up at it coyly before closing her eyes and letting it splash on her face and chest.

One eye opened seductively as she gazed at me, she licked her lips as my cock throbbed between her breasts. "Lovely." She said softly before releasing her hold on my length and floating backward in the pool-sized tub, floating calmly on the surface as she let the water wash away my seed.

I fell into the tub and just lay beneath the water.

After a moment of rest and recovery. We both got out of the tub, her a little more casually than I expected. But as she bent down to retrieve her maid uniform, I came up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist as my length rested against her supple thigh.

"MMn? Was there something you needed, Master Sigurd?" she purred with a teasing chuckle.

"…You have to obey my orders… right?"

"That is your birthday present, yes." She said coyly, turning around to face me as my head rested between her cleavage. "Do you have a specific one? Sir?"

I blushed as my mind came to it, then… "…Your… 'travel outfit'… will you wear it for me?" she smiled, and leaving her maid costume in the bath she strutted naked up the stairs, making sure my eyes were on her body as she coyly skipped to her room. I started climbing the stairs to follow her, as soon as I reached the second floor she leaned seductively out of her room. Dressed in her purple travel 'outfit' the straps barely contained her bodice as she held out and hand and curled her fingers towards me invitingly.

"Come to me…" she cooed as I seemed to teleport to her… maybe she was magic. "Do you enjoy seeing my body in this?" she purred seductively, leading me into her room and towards the bed.

"Yes." I replied honestly, "But I wish you wouldn't walk out of the house in it…" she glared at me, but I rushed her to the bed. Kissing her as she fell onto her back with me on top of her, already groping her big beautiful breasts. "MMn…" she cooed as I began to climb up, spreading her legs with mine as I pinned her to the bed, suckling her nipples through the tiny cloth covering she called clothes. I tugged them, and naturally, they easily slipped away revealing her breasts, giving me better access as I reached down to rub her womanhood, pulling that bit away aside as well.

Feeling her soft pubic hair against my throbbing, grinding hard on I took her hands, carefully raising them over her head and holding them down. Inches from her face I kissed her again as she chuckled, before I pushed into her body once more. Her legs spread wide and held apart by my position above her, I watched in wonderment as her face contorted beautifully in pleasure. Her fingers curled as I held her wrists and pumped into her with abandon. Slowly, deliberately, her mouth opened and closed as I pulled in and out, constantly moaning as her breasts bounced rhythmically up and down with my thrusts.

I pulled out slowly, but pushed in quick, her whole body shifting beneath me with my blows as her legs trembled and thrashed helplessly in the air. "It feels so good!" she cried, eyes rolling up as her tongue lolled. "Oh my God!"

"Ivy! Ivy!" I grunted with each deep thrust of my cock, as she gasped and panted erotically before my eyes, her pussy spasming around my length as I delved deep into her.

"Uh-OOOHh!!!" she shuddered wildly beneath me, her body clamping down as her breasts wobbled hypnotizingly before me. I sped up, moving faster, and faster as she whimpered, a grin spreading across her orgasmic face as her mouth opened releasing a steady moan of pleasure. Then her eyes widened and she went stiff, her body tightening vice-like around me as I lost control in the moment.

"Mistress!" I whimpered, flinching at her tightness, "H-Have my children!!" I hissed, pushing deep into her still body as she gasped… I groaned in blissful pleasure, eyes rolling as I hilted into her body and filled her. I groped at her breasts, as she panted in blissful, pleasurable ignorance of the world around her… I don't think she heard me…

Which is GOOD because… wow I really lost myself there… I sat upright, rubbing her stomach, almost feeling it bulge with my seed as I filled her womb. "Ivy?... Mistress?" but she lied still, grinning happily as she cooed.

…Well… I still had plenty of birthday day left… I gripped her hips, lifted her up, and began once more, pushing and pulling her on my length as she lay there moaning and cooing with the motions…

I… don't remember the rest of the day. But I do know that I spent it in her bed… the last thing I remember before finally passing out was that she was on her stomach and I was thrusting up into her from behind… the sheets were sticky with sweat, seed, and arousal… I think she squirted at some point but I didn't care. The only thing I cared about was making love to/fucking her stupid… it varied at certain points.

I pounded deep into her from behind, she shuddered and moaned in pleasure as I collapsed onto her sweaty, sticky back. Kissing her as I tried to make my way to her lips, she turned her head to oblige me, kissing me as I finally rolled of her body and passed out…

…I felt something on my cock, I blinked blearily awake. I was on top of the mistress' sheets, she was blissfully asleep under them. So it definitely wasn't her…

I glanced down and, to my slight surprise, I found a beautiful asian woman tenderly licking my length, glancing up at me as her red-clad ass wiggled behind her like a dog in heat presenting herself. She seemed drunk on my scent, worshiping my length as her tongue slathered all over it. Making little to no noise as she licked it…

She then noticed I was awake, and, smiling coyly as she did. She held my length to her lips and went. "Shhhhhh…" before returning her attention to my cock, slipping it easily between her lips as I throbbed eagerly in her mouth. Her head bobbed rapidly with blinding speed as I clapped a hand to my mouth, containing my groans of pleasure as I received a 'blowjob'… my hand clutched to her black hair instinctively, although I don't know whether to try and stop her… or control her. she expertly hilted my length in her throat, making no noise as she gazed up at me. Her lips quivering around me as her tongue worked my shaft…

She seemed to grin at me as I pulsed in her throat, she knew exactly what she was doing and she was an expert at it… then, without warning, she moved blindingly again, up, down, up, down, up, down I was afraid she was going to get dizzy, or choke, of vomit. But none of these things happened, sliding into her throat was just like sheathing a sword, it was like a perfect fit.

…Gives another meaning to the title 'sword swallower' doesn't it?

My balls quivered their eminent release, and her fingers curled on my thighs as she finally made a sound.

"Glurp!" she hilted me in her throat as I moaned into my hand, fingers still holding her ponytail as she gazed at me knowingly, her throat gulping down my load as she eagerly swallowed it. Then… squeezing my balls to make sure I was empty, she deliberately, slowly, moved her head off my cock, gasping softly as she freed it from her cavernous mouth. A trail of saliva and seed still attaching her lips to my tip, she slurped and licked them up…

She rested my softened length against her beautiful face and gave it a soft kiss on the shaft, smiling. "…Happy birthday, Karl-san." She said softly as Mistress Ivy made a soft grunt. I looked at her shocked, hoping she didn't wake up, and when I looked back…

Of course… She was gone. Silent as the wind…

I went abruptly back to sleep.

Sometime in the night I had wrapped my arm around the mistress, she was unbelievably soft next to me. I nuzzled into her purple hair as she cooed softly. "…Karlson?"

"Yes Ivy…" I mumbled sleepily, only to find myself shoved naked to the floor off the bed. I immediately woke up, "Yes! Mistress!" I said correcting myself and standing up…still naked… Grin and bear it…

She sat up, and stretched… then flinched. I smirked to myself. She was apparently very… sore. "Its not your birthday anymore Karlson, so MORE formality."

"Of course, Mistress." I noted, getting back into the regular day.

"Breakfast Karlson, I think." She glanced out the window curiously, then to an old clock on the wall. "Yes. Breakfast."

"Anything particular you'd like ma'am?"

She thought about it and smiled. "I would like pancakes Karlson." I bowed, smiling.

"Of course, Mistress Valentine…"

As I made my way to the door, I paused as I heard. "Sigurd?" I turned and went pink as she was lying on the bed on all fours, her rear up in the air as she squeezed her heavy, firm breasts together with her arms, stretching almost catlike as she tried to loosen her stiff muscles. "…Do try to last until next year…" she smiled, "…I'd like to… celebrate another of your birthdays."

I swallowed, smiled nervously and excited her room. And then… took a very. Very deep breath as I tried to contain my erection…

"…Like I would ever leave this position…" I smiled. And went to work making her breakfast, only to arrive at the kitchen to find- "Miss Taki, please stop stealing our food!"

Why did I associate the mistress with catlike!? It applied to Miss Taki FAR more accurately!

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