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Cherrywood Manor: Part Three (rough draft)
🕑 Added 2022-01-08 21:00:02 +0000 UTCWhen Lydia first moved into Cherrywood Manor, she had been offered a lot of promises. On the threshold of her new home she saw inside the dark woods and carpets, an outdated relic like her husband. She was full of hope though, and even as the door shut behind her, she refused to acknowledge the feeling of chains slowly growing around her. She would still wake up some days with that weight grasping around her hands and neck, only to open her eyes and be relieved it was not there.
With the smell of fresh paint and dust in the air, she was relieved to know that the old was being ripped away, and she could wake with the confidence she would never have to see it again. Instead what she saw as she woke was Knox, who had fallen asleep beside her the night before. She reached out, touching his big chest and feeling the coarse curls there. She sighed with relief and stood from bed. There was a soreness to her knees and loins, but it was an oddly pleasurable sensation. Lydia knew she had earned it.
She had woken late last night, feeling strangely panicked and overcome. When she left her room, she was relieved to see Knox was also awake, fretting over plans for the renovations. Lydia took him back to her bed, making use of his strong body to comfort her, and he did so with an excitement that almost matched Naoki’s. Not only was Lydia pushing out the old of the house, she was forgetting the old ways in which she shared her bed.
In the shower, Lydia scrubbed down her skin, remembering each touch that had been given to her as of late. Naoki’s sharp teeth, Asher’s teasing kisses, Knox’s strong fingers. She smiled to herself, pleased as punch that Eden’s plan was working out so well. She would have been pleased with one successful seduction, but three was above her expectations.
“Mind if I hop in?”
Lydia peeked from behind the shower curtain to see naked Knox standing there. She smirked, pulling back the curtain to allow him inside. “Not at all.”
Knox stepped inside, standing behind Lydia as he rinsed off his face and arms. “Feeling alright this morning?”
Lydia glanced over her shoulder at him. “I can’t complain about much, save for the water pressure.”
Knox chuckled. “I can fix that.”
She bit down on her lip as it grew into a grin. “I bet you can fix a lot of things.” She turned around, offering him her soap. “How about I wash you off?”
Knox exhaled loudly. “Not now, Ms. Cherrywood. I need to get busy downstairs, and as much as I am tempted to take you up on that offer, I’ll have to wait.”
Lydia tsked her tongue. “Damn, you have to be professional.” She handed him the soap with a smile. “No worries, I don’t think I could take you right now anyways. You really gave me too much last night.”
Knox’s cheeks darkened and he cleared his throat. “Yes, well, you were...a very needed distraction, Ms. Cherrywood.”
“Happy to help.” Lydia stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel. “There are towels in the closet, I’ll lay your clothes on the bed for you.” She went back to the bedroom, straightening up a bit while searching for clothes and her robe. She put her robe on then went into her closet, which had once been her only oasis. The walk in closet had been a dream of hers since she was little and saw a cartoon of such a thing. Her closet was filled with black and splashes of pastel hues. Her husband hated her wardrobe and constantly tried to make her wear other things. There was a small portion of the closet made up of the clothing he gave her. Lydia hadn’t thrown it out because well, he would have gotten upset. But looking at it now her rage spiked. She grabbed the chunk of clothing and stormed out of her room. She then tossed the clothes over the bannister with vindication running through her veins. She would pick them all up later to donate, but as she was grinning at this victory a loud curse rang through the house.
“Motherfucker!”
Lydia raced back to the bannister, looking down and seeing Kouri covered in the clothes. He looked up at her, his eyes stabbing through her.
“Oh god! I’m so sorry!” Lydia rushed down the stairs as he was ripping the clothes off himself. “I didn’t know anyone was down here! I am so sorry, Kouri!”
Kouri looked her up and down with disgust. “What were you even doing?” He looked around at the floor. “Throwing all these ugly clothes around? Did you just find out someone was cheating on you?”
“No. It wasn’t that!” Lydia was hurriedly trying to explain herself. “I was angry. But not because of-” She stopped and her eyes went wide. “You think they’re ugly?”
Kouri’s upper lip curled, showing off the sharp fangs behind his lip. “Beige should be reserved for vanilla, not a personality trait.” The tip of his tail flicked a beige dress towards the door. “It’s a hideous color.”
Lydia smiled, to which Kouri looked even more perplexed. “It is awful! Why do people think it’s so classy?”
Kouri’s confused gaze narrowed at her. “Because it requires very little thought.” He pointed to her and swirled his finger around. “What’s going on?”
Lydia sighed and knelt down to pick up the clothes. “These were things my husband gave me. I never got rid of them because I knew it would upset him. But seeing them today I just got so angry.”
Kouri’s tail whipped clothes at her to pick up. “Well, I understand that.”
Lydia set the clothes aside in a heap. “Sorry again for raining them on you. Is there anyway I can make it up to you?”
Kouri eyed her with suspicion, he moved a bit backwards and curled his tail so the end sat before him. “What for?”
“To apologize,” Lydia offered. “How about something special for breakfast?”
Kouri’s mouth pressed into a tight line. “Then make it.”
Lydia’s brow pinched together. “You want me to make breakfast?”
“Yeah,” he huffed. “Pancakes with fresh fruit.”
Lydia was surprised. “Well, I have a waffle maker.”
“Did I say waffles?” Kouri scoffed. “No. I said pancakes.”
Lyda scoffed and let her shoulders drop. “Okay, okay. But I suck at flipping them. I’ll have to order some fruit, what kind do you want?”
Kouri’s perplexed expression was morphing into a smug smile. “A lot.”
“Fine, I’ll order what I can.” She started to go back up the stairs. “Anything else?”
Kouri’s smirk curled at the corners. “Orange juice, freshly squeezed.”
Lydia couldn’t help but smile back. It was the first time she and Kouri were having a conversation where he didn’t turn spiteful. “Will you stay in the kitchen with me to make sure I do it right?”
Kouri’s eyes widened a bit and his smile faded to show his surprise. “Well, I suppose I better.”
Lydia smiled and went back into her room to change. Knox was already gone, he had probably gone back to his room to change as well. She ordered fruit to be delivered, then went downstairs and to the kitchen. Kouri was waiting by the coffee maker, watching Lydia closely as she went through drawers and cupboards to get the supplies she needed.
“You can cook, right?” Kouri taunted.
“I haven’t in a while, but I know what I’m doing.” She set out her ingredients then reached up to tie her hair back. “The oven is supposed to get hot right?” She teased.
Kouri scoffed. “You may have won the others over with what little charm you have, but I am not so easy.”
Lydia began mixing the batter together. “I don’t expect everyone to like me. I’m used to people hating me.”
Kouri’s eyes narrowed. “Then I shouldn’t matter.”
“You do. You’re going to be painting my house, that’s a big deal.” Lydia looked back at him. “I’d like you to do a good job.”
Kouri moved closer to the counter she was working on “Speaking of which, what’s with all the pastel?”
“They’re some of my favorite colors,” she answered.
Kouri frowned. “Pinks and lavenders and mints all over this place, it isn’t going to look like some fancy mansion.”
Lydia placed the frying pan onto the stovetop and tossed butter into the pan. “Good. I don’t want it to. I want it to look like my home.”
“How come?” Kouri kept egging on.
“For spite.” Lydia looked into his eyes. “Because if I have to see an inch of that man around this place for much longer, I’ll choke on my own misery.”
Kouri huffed and eased back. “Did you kill him or something?”
“What makes you ask that?” Lydia rolled the pan around to make sure the butter coated every inch.
Kouri looked to the coffeemaker as if it would back him up. “Isn’t that what people think in these situations? A beautiful young wife married to an old rich man?”
Lydia turned around. “You think I’m beautiful?”
A hot flash ripped through Kouri’s body. His eyes widened, his body tensed, his tail elongated and aimed for the door. He was ready to run until Asher came into the room.
“Oh my! Are we cooking this morning?” Asher asked gleefully. He looked masculine today, tall, broad, and chiseled. “What are you making for us?”
Kouri quickly moved away as Lydia smiled up at Asher. “Kouri asked me to make pancakes with fresh fruit this morning.”
Asher caught Kouri before he could escape. He put his arm around his shoulders and kissed his cheek. “Kouri, you’re a mad man.”
“Don’t kiss me like that, whore.” Kouri fidgeted.
Asher chuckled, kissing Kouri’s face all over while he wriggled and writhed. “I owe you. This is my favorite breakfast too.”
“The fruit should be here soon.” Lydia was enjoying the scene too much. “Will one of you get it at the door when it comes?”
“No problem,” Asher replied.
Kouri scooted away from him, going back towards the coffee pot where it was safe. He glanced anxiously to Lydia while she nervously flipped the first pancake. He thought that hopefully, she’d forget his little slip.
After breakfast, the crew got back to work. They were nearly done tearing up the floor in the parlor and were moving towards the library. Lydia was going to go and donate the clothes she had tossed down that morning when she saw Kouri in the kitchen. He was looking at the paint Lydia had picked out and was writing notes he attached to each can.
“What are you doing?” Lydia asked.
Kouri flinched, then scoffed when he saw her. “I’m planning.”
“Will you be painting soon?” She walked up beside him, seeing his notes written out. They were an estimate of how much paint he’d need and how long each room would take him.
“Once the parlor’s floor is ripped up I’ll be painting it while they tear up the library flooring,” Kouri grumbled. “What are you doing?”
“I was going to donate these clothes and get out for a bit. You can come with me if you like, and we can pick up anything you’ll need for the painting.”
Kouri eyed her then sighed. “Not a bad idea.” He sat up from the table. “You don’t have nearly enough.”
Lydia smiled, excited he would be tagging along. “I’ll go get my car ready. Go tell the guys and ask them if they need anything while we’re out.”
“Fine,” he huffed.
Lydia went to the garage, loading the back with her donations. Once Kouri came out he got into the passenger seat and became really quiet. It wasn’t until Lydia left the thrift store that he said anything.
“What’d he do to you?”
Lydia closed the car door and reached for her seatbelt. “Who?”
“The dead guy,” he huffed. “Why do you get so angry that you want to change everything in your life out of spite?”
Lydia grit her teeth and clutched the steering wheel until her knuckles went white. “I don’t really want to talk about this while driving.”
“Then pull over somewhere,” Kouri suggested. “I want to know, one angry bastard to another.”
Lydia sighed and pulled into the park under the shade of a huge tree. She sighed and leaned back into her seat. “He controlled every aspect of my life as soon as I walked into that house,” she murmured. “He said he loved me, but everything I ever did was wrong.”
Kouri furrowed his brow. “Like he was so perfect.”
Lydia forced out a laugh. “Everything had to be his way, so now, everything has to be my way. And when I want something, I’ll go after it.”
Kouri clicked his tongue. “Like dick?”
Lydia snorted. “It’s a bonus.”
“Can’t say I blame you. When I first was on my own, all I had was my anger. I held it close because it made me feel safe. Still does.” He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.
“Why are you angry?” Lydia asked gently. She moved her hand along the carseat, inching it closer towards Kouri’s.
“I was a pet for most of my life, kept by this woman.” He turned to Lydia. “Much like you.”
Lydia’s fingers touched the tips of Kouri’s. His hand inched closer, moving towards her palm. To Kouri, she was so warm it was attractive. “I hated her,” he whispered.
Lydia moved her hand up his arm. “Did you kill her?”
Kouri smirked. “Don’t try to seduce me like you did the others.”
He smiled grew as they got closer. “I’m not. Promise.”
Kouri licked his lips. “Naoki smelled like you the other day. He was surprisingly chipper too. I’m surprised.”
“Really?” Lydia chuckled.
Kouri leaned his head down, coming closer to her. “I’ve seen his cock. I’ve wrapped my hands around it a few times. I know what a handful it can be.” He reached up, putting his hand around Lydia’s neck. “I’ll admit, I grew curious to know what you two did.”
“You and Naoki play around?” Lydia purred. “Now I’m curious.”
“You know how warm he is.” Kouri placed his nose into Lydia’s hair and breathed in deep. “I enjoy his company.”
Lydia smoothed her hand along the side of his tail. “Does he reciprocate?”
Kouri chuckled deep in his chest. “Often. Although, he’s a bit clumsy, and his teeth are sharp.” His hand around Lydia’s neck tightened. “It’s hard for me to come anyways.”
Lydia moaned, enjoying hsi touch a bit too much. “That sounds like a challenge.”
Kouri’s grin grew. “Does it?” He adjusted himself in the seat and slipped his hand around the back of Lydia’s head, grabbing her hair and pulling it hard. He guided her down, making her kiss and lick his chest until she reached the end of her torso where his erect cocks were jutting from an open slit.
“See there,” he growled. “I call them my hydra, because no matter how many times you polish off a head, there’s just another one.”
The two glistening shafts were flaming red in color. One was more curved and had raised bumps along the bottom. The other sat more stiff and had a more flared tip. Kouri shoved Lydia’s face down against them, rubbing her lips and cheeks to them. “Open your mouth if you want to try and fight the hydra.”
Lydia looked up at him, opening her mouth and letting the more curved shaft into her mouth. He had a slightly floral taste, and he was cold. She moaned against him as he forced her head up and down. He pulled her up, spit stringing from her lips to the tip of his cock. He pushed her back down again, thrusting his hips up as he held her in place.
“That’s it,” he snarled. “Take it. Take it. That slutty fucking throat,” he snarled. “Do you like it? Yeah. I can tell by the way you’re sucking it you love it.” He chuckled darkly and threw his head back. “You have such a warm little mouth. Here-” He pulled her head up then thrust the second cock inside. “Mmm. There you go. You get to taste both because you have such a slutty little mouth.”
Lydia kneaded her hands into his tail, rubbing them up and down slowly as he gripped her hair tight. His words were making her hot and wet below. The ache was growing, her need to be touched elevated. She wanted him to keep talking to her like this, to keep using her. It was another release she didn’t know she needed. She took her hand, reaching down and touching herself. The more Kouri forced her head down, the closer she felt her fingers bringing herself to the edge.
Kouri pulled her back, lifting her up so he could see her face, her makeup sloppy and smudged. He grinned, looking wicked and vengeful. “You like cock way too much,” he moaned and licked his lips. “Don’t you?”
Lydia fidgeted in her seat, feeling her wetness seep through her panties. “Yes.”
“I think you’ve had enough then.” He let go of her hair. “Let’s go and get the paint I need.”
Lydia started, bewildered and horny. “What? Really?”
Kouri sighed, stretching back against the seat, his cocks still erect against his belly. “That’s what we came out here for right?”
Lydia had been so achingly close she felt frustrated. “You sure?”
Kouri rose up, kissing Lydia then biting her lip. “What did you expect to happen?” He whispered into her ear. “Did you think I was going to fuck you with both of my cocks?” His voice became a deep growl. “You’d get to come while I pumped inside you? Is that what you wanted?”
Lydia swallowed and opened her mouth to speak.
“That’s not how this is going to work. Not with me anyways. The rest of them may be easy, but I am going to make you work for me.” He kissed her again, running his tongue along her lips. “You don’t get to come until I say so. Your slutty little body doesn’t get an ounce of relief without my command.”
Lydia shivered. “That’s so fucking hot.”
Kouri chuckled against her cheek. “I know. Now, let's go get the paint I need, then maybe I’ll let you play with me a little.”
Lydia fixed her makeup before leaving, all the while her desire pooled inside her panties. Kouri touched her thigh the entire time, tormenting her with the promise of something more. Inside the store he was as cool as could be, picking out what he needed and never letting on that moments ago his cock had been down her throat. Lydia found the whole thing to be tormentous. She was turned on and nothing could turn her off until she got what she needed. Her mind was filled with nothing but dirty thoughts. She wanted to be taken then and there inside the store, but Kouri didn’t seem to be interested anymore.
They went down an aisle to get something for Knox. It was empty, and because the shelves were so high the section was a little dark. As Lydia was looking at items on the shelf Kouri came up behind her. He pushed her against the metal shelf and with one hand held her arms behind her back.
“If you make a single noise, I’ll stop,” he moaned into her ear. He pushed up her skirts and thrust his hand between her thighs. “You’re so fucking wet. You filthy girl.” His long fingers kneaded into her wet underwear. “Have you been turned on this entire time? How fucking dirty.”
Lydia wanted so desperately to moan or speak, but she held her tongue like he asked. His fingers pushed into her panties, finding her ready and open for more.
“This sloppy little hole has pleased Naoki,” he growled. “His thick, monster cock has been inside you. I bet her felt good. So big. So warm. Thrusting deep inside you, touching every slutty spot.” He bit her ear and snarled. His fingers pushed deeper, held back only by the fabric of her underwear. “Knox and Asher too, huh? You love it don’t you? Having three cocks all to yourself. I bet they’re easy too. All you have to do is smile and they’ll bend to your will. Hell, I bet this sloppy little pussy has then wrapped around your finger.”
Lydia was so close to breaking, to whining and whimpering. His touch was so close to where she needed it to be. She could feel it, taste it.
Kouri slipped his hand back. “It has me curious. I wonder just what it feels like.” His cocks rubbed against her ass. “What if I were to just taste you right here, right now?” He chuckled wickedly. “Fucking you in this aisle. Anyone could see us right now. But you like that, don’t you?”
Lydia forced herself to keep quiet, she held her breath as Kouri’s rocks rubbed against her skin.
“You want it so fucking bad don’t you? I know you do. You’re so fucking hard up right now you’re basically making a puddle on the floor.” His cocks went between her thighs. “And you’re so fucking hot, my cocks feel on fire.” He thrust between her thighs. “You feel how hard I am? You feel how turned on I am?” His thrusts between her thighs grew harder. He pushed Lydia against the shelves. Lydia couldn’t hold on, she cried out and Kouri went stone still.
“I told you not to make a sound.” He pulled away from her, ruining her pleasure.
“No! Please-” Lydia whimpered. “Don’t stop, not now!”
“You sound so fucking pitiful,” he said with a grin. “Were you close?”
Lydia turned around, her knees knocking. Her face was red and her eyes were gazing at him so pitifully. Kouri looked her up and down and sighed, shaking his head. “Look at you. Who turned you into such a mess?”
“You did.”
His grin grew, showing off his sharp fangs. “I know. I love it.” He moved back a bit. “Go ahead. Finish yourself off.”
Lydia tried to catch her breath. “What?”
Kouri nodded. “I’ll allow it. Finish yourself off so that we can go back. Hurry.” He snapped his fingers.
Lydia pouted but was relieved he was giving her this. She took off her panties then pulled up her dress, biting the hem so it was out of her way. She kneaded her fingers into her thighs and mound. She rubbed her clit, shivering as it was so sensitive and demanding. She whimpered, thrusting out her hips so Kouri could see. Kouri’s grin grew as he watched, his eyes focused on her hands.
“There,” he growled. “Are you feeling so much better? Is that ache fading away? How long have you relied on just those fingers for release? A long time I bet. No wonder you like us so much. You don’t even need those hands anymore, but they’re still so welled trained.”
His words edged her on, turned her on more. She was so wet it was hard to keep in place. She moved her mother hand behind herself, pushing her fingers inside to hopefully push herself closer to the end.
Kouri breathed out. “Every orgasam on your own is just another fuck you to him isn’t it?” Kouri breathed. “They were yours and yours alone. Which made them even better. Each time you come now it’s a victory. You win. You always win.”
Lydia trembled and fell to her knees, she shook uncontrollably and whined. Her whole body thobbed, her heart pulsed so fast. She gasped for breath and nearly fell onto the ground. Kouri came to her side as am employee of the store came around the corner.
“Everything okay?” She asked.
“Just fine!” Kouri could have won an oscar from his performance. “Poor thing stubbed her toe.” Lydia was still writhing from her orgasm. She trembled on the floor while the employee walked away. Kouri knelt down beside her, taking her hand and licking her fingers clean.
“You want something easy, you play with the others. When you want me, I know exactly what to do.” He lifted her chin to look at him. “We both know what it’s like to be kept as pets. But together, we can be wild animas.”
Lydia nodded while she breathed heavily, closing her eyes as Kouri kissed her hungrily. “Thank you,” she pant.
Kouri grinned. “Don’t thank me yet, Ms. Cherrywood. I’m far from done.”
Comments
Amy Mused
Okay, I usually don't like things with this much... animosity. But Kouri makes it hot. Yowza.
