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The Kikimora

By: TheTask



14 Years Ago...

"Hey mom, can I go look?" A young boy who couldn't have been more than six years old asked this to his mother. 

The mom looked at her son who tugged at her shirt. Normally she would tell her kid to stop being rude and let adults finish their conversation, but no young kid wants to listen to a boring conversation between their mother and grandfather. 

"Oh go and let the child have a bit of fun. Kids their age can't stand being still this long, you sure didn't." Mentioned the mom's father and the kid's grandfather.

"Oh fine, but don't break anything, O-K?" The mother relented and gave her son permission to go play.

"Yea, thanks!" And so the kid dashed off to one of the corners of the household.

"Hey, don't run in your grandfather's house!" Yelled the mom.

The grandfather simply laughed and brushed it off. "Don't worry, kids need to be energetic."

"That's the problem. He's a bit too energetic. Oh, he said something funny the other day."

"Hm?" Curious the grandfather grunted in acknowledgement. 

"He said he wanted to get a mansion one day and have a few maids and butlers. I asked him where he would get the money for such a lavish life and he mentioned something about winning the lottery or robbing a bank."

As if acquiring an interested thought, the grandfather raised an eyebrow. "That'll take some work."

"Tell me about it..."

...

In the other side of the grandfather's house, the young child was already playing with fragile heirlooms. One of the heirlooms was a figurine of a wolf; it was currently engaged in a ferocious battle against a similar figurine in the guise of a hawk. 

Eventually the champion was the wolf and he proceeded to higher ground to fight deadlier foes, otherwise known as the attic. The child, whenever he went to his grandfather's house, always went to the attic if he could. There were many interesting things to look at and play with in the attic. The child didn't know what his grandfather did for a living, but it apparently allowed him to collect various artifacts and relics like an antique dealer.

Plus when he did go into the attic, he was able to meet his friend who was only able to play with him in that area. The boy stood in front of an odd mirror that would seem out of place in the normal suburban home. He reached out to the mirror and pulled out the hand of his friend.

"Hey, what should we play today?" The kid enthusiastically asked his friend.

This friend was a girl with strange animal ears and tail, but the boy didn't question or care, in fact, he thought it was pretty cool. He especially liked that her animal ears and tail resembled a bird of prey and a wolf. Because of that, he made his favorite animals an eagle and wolf respectively. 

The girl was fairly quiet compared to him, but she always played with him no matter what, as if she was compelled to do so. "I will play whatever you wish." It seemed the girl tried to sound mature and formal, but her voice was still fairly high.

"Okay then, how about chess! I learned to play from gramps, he even told me about a super secret legal move!" The young boy pulled out an antique chess set with a board and pieces made of ancient oak. The pieces were individually and intricately designed and the board was still giving off a polished sheen.

The boy and girl arranged the pieces on the board. "You want to be black or white?" The boy asked. "I can be whichever color you want."

"I can be either." The girl replied somewhat idly.

The boy frowned. "Hey, come on, you gotta have some opinion of what you wanna be. Well, I'll be white then." The boy and girl sat on opposite sides of the chess set in the attic and began playing. "Go forward my knight!" Whenever he played chess, which wasn't often, the boy always had a habit of randomly choosing one of his knights to move forward first, then his pawns. "No going easy on me!"

"Yes..." The girl nodded and her tail twitched upright as she decided on her first move. She moved the pawn linear to the knight forward one square.

Turn after turn passed until strategies, elaborate even for these two young children, came into play. It wouldn't be far off to say that both of these kids had capabilities to become professional chess players, but neither had that sort of desire. In fact, what both of these children wanted correlated in some strange way...

The boy talked with the girl about many things, though she rarely spoke back. He told her about his weird dream to own a mansion and have numerous servants to be with him. He told her about how much he loved eagles and wolves. He told the girl how pretty she looked with an old silken headband they had found in the attic, to which the girl blushed and kept it in her hair for the duration of the visit. 

"Taking my bishop, are you? Counter!" The boy just had the first of his bishops taken by the girl's pawn. 

Right now the girl had an impenetrable line of defense with her units, though she suffered some losses in setting it up, she now believed she would win no matter what. The cornerstone of her defense was her queen. If she lost her queen, it was unlikely she could win at this point. It was now a war of attrition for her.

And her predictions were right. There appeared a chance to take the boy's king. She moved in her queen and said, "Check."

However drastic the situation was, the boy showed no hint of anxiety, only the thrill of challenge. He moved his second rook to a position near the queen, but safe from harm before relinquishing his turn over to the girl.

One more turn later, and the girl saw what was happening, a trap. Her queen had been trapped. In order to retreat, she needed to take one of the boy's pawns, but if she did that, the rook would take the queen out. If the queen moved diagonally, the rook or the boy's knight would take it out. If the queen moved forward even one space, the boy's king would take out the queen. In terms of strategy, the girl had just lost.

"See what I did? That's gramps super secret move he calls the 'Mayan Sacrifice!' I'm supposed to bait one of your important pieces with my king and block off its retreat with my other pieces. I'm so gonna win now!" Boasted the young boy with both his fists on his hips. 

The girl revealed a rare smile and said, "Not yet..." And so the battle raged on.

In the end, the girl did end up losing, but she didn't care one bit. All she felt was happiness. Whenever she was with the boy who called her a friend, she felt happiness. When she was not with the boy, she felt longing. 

But like every time he visited, he must eventually leave. 

"Hey, what's your name?"

"Name?"

"Everyone has a name, mine is Dean! What's yours?"

The girl was confused, there was such a concept of names? "I don't have such a thing."

Now it was the boy's turn to be confused. "Everybody has a name, you don't? Oh well, I'll give you one then. Let's see, you're really pretty, so a pretty sounding name will fit you... I thought this name was pretty from a movie I watched, so how about Marian?"

"...Marian?" The girl's eyes changed from black to beige.

Suddenly the boy heard his mother calling for him, it was time to leave.

Apologetic, the boy smiled wryly and said, "I'm sorry, I've got to go. I promise to see you again as soon as possible!" The boy rushed downstairs to join his mother, failing to notice the girl's reluctance to see him go.

Unable to do anything or leave, the girl went back into her abode, the mirror, and waited until the next time she was able to meet the boy. And that would not happen for fourteen years.



-The Kikimora-

A dream about my past, though it seems a bit warped from what I remember. Eh, I'm already forgetting what was in it. 

I always said when I was young this to my parents, "I'm gonna win the lottery and buy a mansion and hire maids and butlers!" I'm sure there was a little bit more to the sentence and it wasn't with grammar or spelling that immaculate since I was like six years old, but that's what I remember.

Of course childhood dreams can't always come true and I didn't expect them to while I was in middle and high school. Hell, since when was life ever that rosy? It would be more likely to get a fantastic inheritance from a dead grandfather who gained considerable wealth thanks to coal mining in the 1800s.

Well, let's be honest, nobody would expect that to happen. And yet this is how a disproportionate childhood dream came true for me and how it was and wasn't an amazing thing.

"Dean, your grandfather is dead..." I was holding the phone to hear a solemn voice ring through the receiver. It wasn't a cellphone, but the public landline, not that it made any difference in the sadness of my mother's voice.

I generally never cry, but even I felt tears well up from the corners of my eyes. See, out of all of my grandparents, with his wife dead, Grandpa Buck was without a doubt my favorite grandparent; coincidentally he was on my mother's side. While he wasn't incredibly rich, he lived a healthy retirement with plenty of money to spare on whatever projects interested him which involved like home repair. He always doted on me like most grandparents and let my run around his large house which had all sorts of interesting objects. I loved to play with the antique figures, which I frequently broke. I hid inside a large urn he owned for a game of hide and seek with my cousins and won. I loved to peruse the strange objects that looked like they would be in a Victorian mansion in his attic, especially this one mirror which I struck many a pose in front of. 

After a couple seconds of imagining my grandfather's hearty face, I nodded to the wall in front of me and said, "I understand, are you alright?" Obviously with my mother's father dead, she should be feeling quite pained.

"Yes, I'm at least consoled by the fact that he died peacefully. He was taking a short nap at one of his projects and apparently died there." Though she said she was fine, it was fairly obvious my mom had recently cried her heart out, which I had no plans on teasing her like when she cried over random things before. 

"It's probably a bit crude to ask, but when is the wake and funeral? Finals are coming up soon and I need to know if I have time." Damn, if I have to attend either of those before my finals my grades would dip. I really want to grieve for him, but hopefully it would be best if either occasion happened after my finals.

"Huh? Oh, don't worry, about that. His funeral is the Wednesday after finals week and the wake the day before. Just try and study the best you can. Dad wouldn't like it if you failed on his account." 

"Alright, I'll definitely set some time aside for those days." 

A few seconds of silence passed and mom abruptly said, "One more thing, your grandfather had told me to tell you what he planned to leave you in his will ahead of time."

"Ah, that's strange, well, what is it?" Curious as to what my Grandpa Buck left me. 

"He planned to leave you the mansion he was working on while he died. He also left you whatever was inside. He apparently remembered what you said when you were a kid about wanting a mansion. Unfortunately he was unable to finish it in time. Lastly, he was going to leave a portion of his fortune to each member of his immediate family with the majority of it going towards the taxes involved with the mansion, though not all of it. He didn't want you to be lazy about work."

"Hahaha! That's pretty cool of him. I really wish I could thank him for his generosity involved." I honestly said what was on my mind. I was definitely not going be one of those relatives who badgered their elders about when they were going to die and where the will was. I genuinely cared about my grandfather, though I saw no need to wallow in sorrow.

"I'll stop by the mansion he was working at today to see what it's like. Do know where he left the keys and security stuff for the place?"

"Stop by my home and I'll hand them to you. I collected them when I saw his body at the hospital."

"Right thanks, oh and mom?"

"Yes dear?"

"I love you and feel better, okay?" Playing the part of a good son was always a must, especially at a time like this.

"I will, thanks." 

My mother ended the call with calm words and I was satisfied.

-

A few hours passed since this morning and I found myself in front of the regal mansion my grandfather was working on. I acquired the keys for the front door, or what would be called the front door from my mom after eating lunch at her place.

"Yea, that's some front door. Real fancy and... Not normal." I said out loud to the air in an exasperated tone.

The front door to the mansion was the first thing I allowed my eyes to rest upon. I couldn't really see the actual building itself thanks to a thick surrounding forest with a similar array to an orchard. Heck, there were probably a few apple trees in there anyway. 

The door resembled something you would see at Dracula's "humble" abode. While not oversized, they were definitely not small. They had thick stained windows with a simple floral picture with an eagle door knocker close to the middle. The handles resembled oaken tree branches coming off of their trunk. 

I gulped and scratched my head as I considered what interesting things I may find inside the partially restored mansion my grandfather had worked on for me. Depending on how far he got, I may have to finish the job myself or hire a contractor, not that I was bad in home restoration mind you. Apparently Grandpa Buck had hired several Hispanic workers to assist him. Whether they were illegal or not, none of our family cared, my grandpa even paid them a healthy wage. 

Opening the doors, I took a deep breath and stepped inside. "Oh boy..." I was thoroughly amazed.

You know that moment when you never expect a childhood dream to come true in your adult life, yet by random chance it does? Of course not, that only happens in fiction, yet right now it happened to me. 

Unfinished my ass, there was not a single hint of tear from construction or scaffolding. Sure it was fairly empty and there was a healthy layer of dust in most places, but that did nothing to damper my enthusiasm. What furniture there were was covered by white sheets. The walls were covered by different types of wallpaper that went together despite the small contrasting details. The ceiling had wood planks with a diamond shape where there was a silver chandelier handing from the ceiling. 

And this was only the entryway.

As I went from room to room, I noticed that each room was built similarly to one another with the only notable differences being the objects that lay inside. The kitchen had all sorts of modern appliances ranging from two refrigerators (one an exclusive freezer), roomy pantries, coffee maker, water boiler, sink, and etcetera and etcetera. The bathroom had the obvious devices, though I really loved the large shower and the numerous shower heads which could spray from each wall and the ceiling. There was even a bathtub built in to the side of the wall. A door inside the bathroom held a small sauna, though it seemed like one of the few areas that were unfinished. There was a library which held an interesting array of books, though it was partly empty so I could place my own books there. A parlor inside the library for quiet times with a Victorian era fireplace, there was even a gargoyle above, watching over those who relaxed. Several bedrooms, though the one I mainly looked at was the master bedroom. It had a grand canopy bed which was at least king sized, dressers, nightstand, several bronze candlesticks, and a chest made of thick yew wood. 

The last area I looked in was the attic. Around the middle of the mansion was a rectangular stairwell which led to the second and third floors as well as the attic. As I stepped up ever so slightly, I could hear the creeks of the well made stairs which gave off an eerie feeling. The light fixtures for most of the house was done, unfortunately it did not seem like the fixtures for the upper area of the mansion was done, so I had to bring a lit candlestick upstairs. 

The four candles in the candlestick thankfully shed enough light in order to illuminate several meters around me. "Holy hell, this is far too similar to a horror thriller." If only there was someone around to hear my voice and I'd be happy. "Hellooooo? Mister Ghost... Casper? Anybody up there?" I don't know if I was being frivolous for my own good or my entertainment. 

Eventually, after much stress, I made it to the attic door. It was a simple door, something similar to what you would see at the entrance of a wine cellar or a lighthouse. "...Authentic work Gramps." All I could do was marvel at the good work grandpa and his assistants did. 

I opened to door see several more steps until I finally reached the attic. Deciding to waste no more time, I climb the Everest that is my new mansion and made it to the attic. I looked around to see many familiar artifacts and relics from my grandpa's main home. In front of me was an empty liquor barrel with a white card tented on top with some writing.

I picked up the card and read what was on it. It was a letter from my late grandpa. I could hear his words in mind right now as I read the letter: 

"Dear my grandson Dean.

If you're reading this now, it meant that I was unable to finish the mansion and was not able to present it to you personally. I wanted to spend my money before I died and decided this expensive project was a good option. With you being my only grandson, please do not mind being a little too affectionate. As you see in the attic, I had nearly all of the items from my home that you greatly enjoyed as a child here for you to do as you wish. Sell them if you want for a small fortune, they are worth that much, though I hope you decide to keep some of them, especially that mirror. I never found out its true origins, but this last April I managed to find out it came from around Eastern Europe. Either way, I apologize for not living long enough to finish this place and I truly hope you enjoy it as either a main residence or a vacation home.

-Your Grandfather, Buck."

I didn't notice, but there were a few tears streaming from my eyes which I subconsciously wiped away.

"Seriously, Gramps, giving me a god damn mansion is way too much of a going away present... God damn it, thank you so much for everything." The damn holding back my sadness and tears crumbled and I began to flow like a river in spring. I slumped next to the mirror I so greatly loved in my childhood, resting my head on the smooth glass as my tired feet and knees stretched out. Motionlessly, I sat there for a good few minutes as I let myself get through the emotional pain.

"Shhhh, it is alright, just relax and sleep..." 

(Soothing...) I could hear a soft voice ushering me to a deep sleep. I was too intoxicated with the stupor of fatigue in order to care about the voice. It was just so pleasant to listen to. "Yaaawnnn, yea, tired."

"Sleep, I will take care of your needs, just sleep."

I looked up merely out of reflex and saw the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She was reaching out to my chest and cheeks, caressing my skin with a gratifying hand massage. Every movement of her fingers seemed to coax me into a deeper sleep. Yea, maybe I should sleep...

-

"Waaah!" I woke up and looked around. I was sleeping inside that one master bedroom I saw from earlier on the third floor. I found myself resting in the large canopy bed with all of my clothes off save for my underclothes. I was resting under fresh sheets and a quilt with an interesting design of an ocean view. Wait, what the hell? "How in the heck did I get here? Wasn't I up in the attic?" As I posed these questions to myself, I came up with a rather silly notion. "Maybe there was sort of psychedelic effect when I go in the attic."


The Kikimora



I remembered the strange experience, the pretty girl reaching out to me from the mirror and asking me to sleep. "Yea, I must've been dreaming. I guess I felt tired and slept in the bed when I found the room and the attic was all a dream, huh?"

Around this time, a peculiarly pleasant, smell wafted near my nose. On the stand closest to my side of the bed was a teapot like something out of a Disney movie, out of the spout was the smell of chamomile tea. There was even a matching teacup and saucer next to it ready for me to drink the hot liquid. "Tea?" I certainly did not make any tea, wait, did that mean someone else was in the mansion with me? I grasped my throbbing head at the prospect of an axe murderer in my inheritance home.

As if answering the questions within my mind, a voice from seemingly out of nowhere spoke to me. "I see you are awake, Master. Are you alright? Would you like some tea, it is freshly brewed; it will relieve pain and help you relax."

I looked to my side and saw the pretty girl from my dream sitting beside my bed and the tea. It took a good three solid seconds to comprehend reality as I knew it. "Whoa!" I jolted out of bed and pushed myself to the other side of the mattress, accidently falling over the side. 

"That was dangerous, Master." What should have been the floor my head was hitting was actually my head landing softly in the beautiful girl's arms and hands.

She lifted me slowly, allowing me to sit up on the bed where she then withdrew her arms. I was wearing an undershirt and longish underwear since it was cold out, so I didn't feel as embarrassed as I probably should have been, but it seemed the girl didn't care about my attire. 

I calmed down a bit and rubbed away the tiredness in my eyes. I finally managed to get a decent look at the girl before me who calling me "Master".

Words did not do her justice, at least to my preferences. Long brown hair tinted a forest green swayed behind her head. Large black eyes that blinked rarely were placed with perfect symmetry. Attractive facial features similar to that of Eastern European descent rested on her warm face. Though I hated judging a girl like this, I could not help but be drawn to her other considerable assets. She had an impressive bust, somewhere around D cup territory. Of course as I noticed her physical features, I noticed her wearing an odd raiment. 

I've watched a large variety of movies and TV shows, many foreign ones too, yet I've never seen a person wear an outfit so similar to one iconic role, that of a maid. If I had to place an era, it was around the early to middle 1800s where this outfit should be, belonging in an aristocratic palace. I don't even know where to begin... It had black sleeves reaching a little past her elbows. She also had a black skirt with a white apron reaching down to her ankles. I could just barely see thin grey stockings on her ankles which met low heeled shoes on her feet. On her chest was something similar to a corset, though covered with black cloth so as to not look overly sexualized, not that I would mind. Around her shoulders was a lining of white frills that reached around her back. Lastly, as if to complete the set, she had a piece black and white silk covering part of her head. 

And there was something even odder about her, as if she wasn't completely that way already. On her head, in front of the silk swatch were two feathery and furry ears, a strange combination of dog, rat, and bird ears, roughly around the same area where a normal person's ears would be. And at the spot just above her butt at her skirt was an animalistic bushy tail covered in soft feathers which fluffed up from their position; it was even swishing side to side happily.

...What?

Animal tail and ears? What?

And so I fainted again.

...

"Ah, Master you fell asleep again. Very well, I am your humble servant. I am here to serve you ever since we first met." The pretty girl closed her eyes in humble happiness as she tucked in the Master she would now serve. "It seems that I have much to do. I should also make a fresh batch of tea for Master." 

The girl's eyes changed from black to pink

The girl lovingly brushed away her Master's hair out of his face and pulled the covers over his body. She made sure to take in account in giving her Master the utmost of comfort and allowed the quilt and sheets to, for lack of a better term, meld with her Master's body so he had no discomfort. 

Striding over to the warm tea, she shook her head. "Warm tea is no good." The maid girl placed the teapot and the cup and saucer on a tray and walked over to the door to the master bedroom. Just before she left the room, the girl dipped her head politely despite the only person she needed to be polite to was her master and he was asleep.

Having already memorized the complete layout of the entire residence she and her master were staying at, the girl walked quietly to the kitchen without a single sound coming from her shoes or clothes. It was almost as if sound itself disappeared in her presence. Though that wasn't possible as there was still the sloshing of tea in the teapot. 

After disposing of the tea, the girl got started on a fresh pot. "Perhaps Master would like some coffee instead?" The girl did not know her master's complete set of interests yet, in order to do that she needed to do something with her master. However, the girl would never even contemplate such an action unless her master wished it so, and if he did, she would gladly submit. 

Decided to play it safe, the girl started another batch of chamomile tea. In several swift immaculate movements, she was finished with a perfect kettle filled with tea. Her skill in making tea was second to none, though she neither knew that nor was arrogant about it. The flavor of her tea is delicious and its medicinal effects were miraculous, she thoroughly believed her master would enjoy her tea. 

Allowing the water to boil, the girl created a list from within her mind. This list consisted of all the tasks that needed doing, such as: Finishing the electrical light fixtures beyond the 3rd floor and attic, make the finishing touches on the sauna, dust as many of the rooms as possible, and so on with other tasks related to cleaning. 

"I cannot allow Master to live in a place like this without it being perfect in cleanliness and living conditions." The girl had no desire other than to serve her master. It wasn't that she found joy in serving just any master, it was serving that person whom she swore to serve, protect, and did whatever he wished. That was her one and only drive in her life. 

A smile appeared on the girl's face, a smile she would rarely show to anyone other than her master. "I am so happy... To finally be with you." The beautiful maid snapped back and resumed her work. "I should also go shopping. It will be hard to acclimate to this century's method of economy, but it does not matter, I will perform with the utmost precision and excellence. Perhaps Master would like some fresh fruit?" 

The girl's eyes changed from black to green.

As there were a few fruit trees scattered amongst the grounds, fresh fruit would always be available once the season is in. The maid closed her eyes and walked forward, she was no longer in the kitchen, but among the spooky arrangement of trees. Though her mind would never be frightened and her will would always be steeled, so nothing could disturb nor scare her. It was currently autumn, so there were plenty of fruits to choose from. The girl chose several apples, peaches, plums, and even a few pomegranates. And she took just enough for her master to eat and for any possible future meals. The girl made sure to choose fruit that were free from excessive bruising or animal influence and left the rest for nature. 

And so the beautiful maid toiled away, hard at work on her first day serving the master she had longed to be with.

-

"Hey hey, big news is here!" A large beefy man who you would commonly find as a bouncer stepped into a dimly lit room where there were five people enjoying a game of poker. 

"What's up, Max? I'm about to shove JJ out of the park. Ha, if he can't beat in a game of Monopoly then he won't be able to beat me at cards!" Another man at the table mulled over what bet to place with a voice holding arrogant tones.

A man of similar age to the previous speaker who seemed to be of German descent grumbled and rolled his eyes. "I don't see how Monopoly has anything to do with cards, Payne you jackass." JJ sighed and folded for the round.

Max continued with his announcement. "The man you wanted us to track down, the old rich fellow, we found something out about him."

Payne instantly raised his eyebrows and looked over to Max. "About time, you better have some good information for me. I bet the rich bastard's livin' in some slick home down in Florida or something."

"He's dead." Max dropped the bomb with no hesitation.

Payne looked at a random spot on the wall, thinking about the information before nodding his head and saying, "Ah, well, we don't need him alive but it would make things a lot easier. Damn Teagans, well, what about his last place of residence? The objects I want should still be with him, if not and the old bastard hid them, maybe a clue to their whereabouts."

"Unfortunately we only found out about Teagans' death in national obituaries. No information about his place of residence was given. They say he died of a heart attack inside Lansing, New York. We'll investigate him there now." 

"Lansing... That's one car trip away. Wow, the old guy didn't move far from us. Yea, do that; get me all the information about places of residence, business transactions, friends, family, and the real cause of death, not the fake heart attack stuff. I'm going to go myself with our guys for those objects that old bastard deprived us of. We paid good money for that shit and what does he do? Swindles us and runs away, that's pretty brave of him. Too bad he's dead, I wanted to kill him myself for that betrayal, maybe his family'll have to do." Mentioning those ominous words to Max, JJ, and the other men playing cards with him, a few of them chuckled under their breath and said nothing else. 

This group was without a doubt dangerous. Though why they were dangerous wasn't because of their notoriety or brutality, but because of their secrecy. Known only as the Boneyard to those who dealt with them, they were hailed by those in the underworld as the scariest underworld group on the planet. To what people could discern from the outside of the members they saw, those of the Boneyard were somewhat dignified and harsh looking. Several people even commented about how normal Boneyard's members actually were. However it was fact to those who worked with the Boneyard that if you crossed them, you would be left alive for only a week. Before the week passed, people could reverse what damage they caused to the deadly group and were left alone, those that didn't... Only one has been able to escape, Buck Teagans.

-

I stared suspiciously at the meal prepared for me. It seemed perfectly normal, but god only knows what this girl did to it. Well, I doubt she would have any motive to poison me or anything like that. 

Besides me, the beautiful girl in a maid outfit I saw before I fell asleep for the second time was standing calmly with a cheerful expression. She still had those strange animal features; I really wanted to question her about that, though I felt too drained to think about it at the moment. 

For some reason, probably to fulfill the role her outfit suggested, the weird girl had brought him a meal for him to eat in bed. 

"Unfortunately I could not prepare you a full meal, as the pantry and icebox are currently devoid of any necessities. I did pick some fresh fruit from the trees outside and made a fresh pot of tea." The maid girl placed a tray within arm's reach of me full of fruit.

There were apple, peach, and plum slices free of their core and pit. There was even a dainty bowl filled with pomegranate seeds and a small tray for me to place the actual seed inside so I could eat the delicious fruit flesh. 

I apprehensively took one of the plum slices and ate it. After doing the same for an apple and peach slice respectively, I looked at the girl and finally asked the necessary question, "Who are you?"

The girl's eyes changed from black to white, though I didn't really pay attention.

"I am your servant, Master." The girl said that as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Uh, I mean what's your name?" I brushed off the casual statement and focused on keeping my calm.

"If Master requests it, it will be done. Please use the simple name of Marian. I believe that was the name you gave me." Again, the pretty girl said something strange so casually.

"'Name I gave you...?' Whatever. Well, what I really want to know is why are calling me Master? My name is Dean; I'm not anybody's 'Master'."

"You're not? I'm sorry, but I am a maid. After all, it is in my nature to serve you and only you." Marian placed a hand on her chest, where her heart would be, and harmoniously said her words.

I continued to eat the fruit Marian so graciously prepared for me. It would be rude to turn down what was made for me. Soon enough I devoured all the fruit slices and lazily went through the pomegranate seeds. "Did you happen to know my grandfather? His name is Buck, Buck Teagans." Maybe if there was a connection between the two, like maybe my grandpa hired a maid as a secondary gift.

"I understand your grandfather passed away recently, I am truly sorry. To answer the question, no, I never spoke with your esteemed grandfather, but I am extremely grateful for the opportunity he provided me with."

I was curious as to what she meant... "Opportunity?"

"The opportunity to serve you. I have longed to do so ever since we first met." How Marian's words could be so tranquil were beyond me.

"Um, could you elaborate?" I was truly flabbergasted. 

"Master, it may be too impertinent for me to say... But is it wrong for me to serve you?" Marian asked me this with watery eyes threatening to flood a canyon.

I honestly had no idea what to do. I was at a loss as to how to reject her offer to be my maid. My childhood dream called for me to have a mansion, which I now had, as well as butlers and maids, in which someone was offering to do so for me. In the end, I caved in. "Uh, well, it's not like you can't..." 

Marian's eyes changed from black to orange.

"Th-thank you! I will do everything I can to prove to you that I am up to the task." Signaling Marian's happiness, the strange ears she owned twitched and her tail swished back and forth.

Right, there was that too. 

At this point, all my uhs and ums sounded like something off a broken record. "Uh, Marian, can I ask another question?"

"Of course, Master." She didn't hesitate in answering.

"Those ears and that tail... Well, they can't be real, can they?" Hungering to know the answer to what should have been an obvious no, I posed that question to the beauty.

Unfortunately, I was denied reality. "Of course they are. After all, I am a Kikimora."

"A Kiki-what? What's that?" I really wanted to as, 'That's a funny joke!' instead of what I did.

"I am a Kikimora, and I am destined to serve you for eternity."

Why I didn't attempt to refute or question the sanity of her words at that point in time, I did not know. I would soon find out that Marian would become the most important existence in my life. 

-

The main problem was that Marian had already situated herself as my maid. I hadn't even planned to start living in this mansion in the first place, as attractive as the idea sounds. Moving so suddenly seems like such a hassle no matter how I thought about it. And I had finals coming up, so I couldn't burden my mind with too many things. It was getting late at this time, around seven at night, so I had to decide whether to sleep here for the night or go home. 

"Seriously, I have no idea what to do right now." I allowed my forehead to rest on several of my fingers and supported my weight with the other.

Then the crux of my predicament appeared before me with a pot of tea. "Master, this tea will help relieve your stress and allow you to think clearly. I urge you to try some." Marian placed a tray on the table nearby the arm of the sofa I was on.

"Uh, thanks, I guess." I hesitantly accepted a cup of tea Marian poured for me. It only took one sip for me to feel the effects. The tea was not only delicious, but it soothed his throat and a warm feeling washed over his mind. "Wow... This is really good, and you made it?"

Marian smiled happily and simply held the empty tray against the front of her body. "Thank you for your praise, Master. It is simple chamomile tea, and if you like, I will make any drink you wish."

"..." I was wordless. For some reason I didn't really feel resistant to the idea of staying the night at the mansion. It's not like I can't study tonight, as I have my materials in my car. And this Marian, tail and ears aside, if she is a maid like she says, then living here for any duration would be pleasant. She's really cute; it's almost as if she's molded to fit my tastes... That's pretty creepy to say, better not say it out loud.

"That is correct, Master."

"Huh?"

Marian's eyes changed from black to purple.

"I have been molded perfectly to fit your tastes. As I am to serve you, naturally I should not have any parts about me that you dislike." Marian never broke character once in her words.

She can read minds now? At this point, I had gotten used to her strange declarations, but they were still hard to swallow. "And how the heck does that work?"

"I myself don't understand, but I do know that it is involved with me being a Kikimora."

"Right about that, what IS a Kikimora?" It sounded like some sort of creature from the black lagoon. 

"I'm sorry Master, but even if I am a Kikimora, I do not understand my nature. All that I have known in my life is my desire to be with and serve you." Her tail never drooped and her ears remained upright.

To be honest, there were plenty of more ways to deny reality and fight back against having this strange girl becoming my maid. However, I had the strangest feeling that she was just fine... That I knew she would not be dangerous. That I knew her warmth and friendship once before.

Besides, those ears and that tail look and act more realistic than anything a costume shop could hope to create. Even the staunchest nay-sayers would have trouble naying to her weird appendages.

"It's probably obvious, but what are you going to be doing... As my maid and all?"

Marian's eyes changed from black to brown.

"Whatever you wish of me. As a maid, cooking and cleaning is a staple. I am also capable of home repair, farming or foraging, self-defense which will be used in your protection, and I am also capable of other... Activities." Marian listed off each of her strengths, but her words trailed off at the end.

I heard plenty out of the ordinary, but I decided against a retort as I nodded to her words. I wonder what her version of self-defense is.

"However..." Suddenly Marian spoke with a solemn tone. "I will be unable to fix any meals suited to your tastes or adapt to your sense of style for most things until we perform a simple ritual."

"Eh, ritual? Some magic ritual thingamajig? Even if there was such a thing how would it wo-" My skepticism was suddenly cut off by a sweet sensation otherwise known as a kiss.

Completely not expecting it, I was suddenly kissed by Marian. In fact my reflexes responded to the kiss more than recoil from it. With shocked eyes I could see Marian's beautiful face close to mine. Her moist, pinkish lips were puckered and open slightly as they sealed my mouth shut. The mysterious black voids that are her eyes were closed shut. And her considerable bosom was pushing through her outfit with visibly hard nipples poking through the fabric.




The Kikimora



I finally managed to regain my senses and pushed Marian away. Although the kiss we both shared was unlike anything I've ever experienced, it was still far too sudden for me to accept.

She looked at me with a questioning face, confused as to why I separated us. "Master?"

"Whoa there, why'd you just kiss me?" I was supposed to be more confused than Marian was, at least I thought I was.

"This is all a part of the ritual, Master. Please allow me to take care of you. Or if you wish, please take the lead, Master." I thought I could see a hint of embarrassment in Marian's words, but if it existed, it was quickly done away with. Marian was being completely honest, she wanted to do this.

I was still trying to comprehend the reason why this really pretty girl, who was probably not human, wanted to do this with me. Did I have good or bad luck? I mustn't think such things. This was a moment where one should do away with inhibitions and relinquish their body to their partner.

Aw crap... "A maid that even does this. I guess I'm incredibly lucky after all!" I no longer questioned my luck and decided that what was about to happen was my good fortune. 

Giving in, I brought my head to Marian's own and locked away her pink lips. It was a kiss fueled by lust; my tongue worked its way between the soft lips and met the opposing tongue. Marian's lips seemed somewhat startled in their reaction and didn't open up immediately, but after realizing my intention, they parted and allowed me to have my way with her mouth. I had already finished the tea, so there was no threat of scalding liquid as I pulled Marian onto the couch with me, getting into a better position to kiss the beautiful maid.

Marian was completely playing the part of the maid surrendering herself to her master's desires. I thought it would be rude to deny such an offer so I began to ravish her body with my hands as well. As I continued to hotly kiss the maid, who salaciously used her tongue to play with my own oral instrument, I moved my hands to her chest.

"Ah, Master..." Marian mewled softly, blowing erotic breath into my ear. She was clearly receptive to my contact and seemed to revel in it.

I kissed her neck and lightly massaged the soft flesh underneath. The pathway to her bare chest was blocked by a complicated maid dress, though it seems that it was actually simple to unravel. Marian guided my hand to a certain spot of the corset part of her outfit where lay a strange string.

"M-Master, pull there!" She was forced to speak a short sentence as I nibbled her lobes in which she retaliated by kissing the upper part of my chest. She had already done away with my shirt without me even noticing, though I didn't give much attention to it.

I did as she said and pulled the string. Just like a shoelace, it completely unraveled the corset and let free her mesmerizing bosom. Both of us tossed away the top of her outfit and soon we were mutually naked from top up (Though Marian still had her silk headband on). 

"Holy heck... You're really beautiful Marian, you know that?" I gave the pretty girl honest praise as I took in her grand splendor. 

The first thing I noticed was obviously her chest. It already looked fairly large bound by her maid uniform, but once freed, they seemed even bigger. They were at least the size of decent cantaloupes both of which had nipples with an impressive prominence and area. Then I saw more indications of animal features. She had the same brown feather fur around the back of her wrists and the top of her shoulders. There was no doubt as I looked a bit closer that the feathers and fur was obviously a part of Marian's body. Though I was still surprised, I had already accepted her existence as a non-human entity, and I no longer seemed to care. 

"Um, Master, is it not to your liking?" Marian looked up at my face worried eyes that threatened to burst into tears if I, 'No, it's not'.

"Marian..." Actions speak louder than words, right? After soaking in the perfect image, I literally dove in to taste her body. 

I hugged Marian's body closely and moved my lips down to the important points on her arousing chest. I pressed my lips down on the pleading nubs and suckled lightly. 

"Master, please stop." Marian asked calmly.

"Ah sorry, did I go too far?" I said apologetically, worried I may have done something she didn't like.

"No Master, I live for your wishes, please do not worry about that. Although because I live for your desires, it isn't right that you give pleasure to me, it must be the other way around. Please let me make you the sole recipient of the great pleasure I promise to bring you." Marian spoke with the utmost serene voice I had ever heard.

Whether I wanted to argue back or not, my body, for some reason, refused to move. "But-" I tried to argue back, but I was soon cut off by a kiss from my maid's luscious lips.

With her tongue lingering in my mouth, wrapping itself around my lips, she left an intense sensation on my lips. "Master, this is a ritual that must be completed. And it would diminish my pride if I ever was brought to climax before my Master. As your maid, I live for you and you alone."

"Okay I guess, but if I am your 'Master', then I should be able to decide who comes first in the future, alright?" This was the first time I used any sort of authority as Marian's master.

Though she held a blank expression at first, Marian's face soon blossomed into pride and joy. "Of course, Master." And on that note, the maid slipped off the couch and slinked her way between my knees and legs.

Marian's face, devoid of any blemishes, was nearly as white as snow, though she was flushed a cherry red because of arousal. I was wearing a normal pair of jeans, so all it took was a simple unzip and pull to remove my pants and underwear in one fell swoop. It would be an understatement to say I was simply aroused and hard... Maybe I was like diamonds? 

My rigid pole was finally free after being constricted by my clothes and constructed by Marian's beauty. "Master, I will begin." Her eyes looked up at me with a feeling that nearly felt like reverence. 

She raised her hands, slowly drawing them up on her body in a short sensual dance. She ended with her nipples, which she pinched and cupped her tits together. After that her head moved forward and her tongue came out and licked the head of my cock. Since this was my first time actually seeing her tongue, I noticed that it was also not a normal human tongue. It resembled a hooked tongue of a bird, but just as squishy and soft as a canine's tongue. Either way, it felt amazing even when did a simple swipe of the tongue's tip.

Whether she had a demon's objective like sucking out my soul or not, the oral attention she just begun to administer felt amazing. What aroused me even more was Marian's innocent looking face so devoted to making me cum. She practically devoured me as if it was her last meal.

Marian's tongue licked all the way around the head of my dick before making her way down my erection. Everything she did sent spikes of intense pleasure into my brain. She teased the slit on the head before licking all the way down the shaft to my balls where she took one of them into my mouth and sucked on it affectionately. 

All that could be heard in the parlor room of the mansion were the sounds of sucking and licking from Marian and my moans of pleasure. By nature I was a fairly quiet person, even when it came to this sort of stuff, however when it came to what Marian was doing to me, I could not resist moaning my approval out loud. 

It seemed like she knew just how to trip my nerves and what buttons to press on my cock as she continued to work it thoroughly with her tongue and mouth. At this point Marian was slurping down my cock with her mouth, practically performing an oral massage with her lips, tongue, and inside of her mouth. The sensation truly felt otherworldly. 

As much as I wanted to burst then and now, I wanted to prolong the sensation.

"Do not worry Master. I will make this last and as powerful as I can." Marian removed her lips from the intense blowjob she was giving and spoke with a caring tone. "And do not worry Master. I gain far more pleasure by doing this to you than you believe." Marian brought her moist, pink lips back to my quivering shaft and gave it a simple kiss before enveloping it one again with her mouth. One of her hands moved down to my balls and started groping them with dainty movements. Her other hand wrapped its fingers around the base of my cock and made miniature strokes along its length. Her mouth sucked in the head of my dick, teasing all of the sensitive points with her pointed tongue. Gradually, Marian started moving up and down on my shaft with her mouth, going a little further down with each bob. She stopped only when she reached the base where her fingers were at and let go with them. 

Then she made a movement I hadn't seen before even in porn. She stretched out her fingers, as if she was going to pluck out a grape, and squished down on her cheeks on my shaft. With slow movements, she pressed down on her cheeks and went up and down on my length. It was right when she pressed down on my sensitive head that I could hold it no longer.

By reflex, I moved my hands to Marian's head and forced her down. Her lips swallowed my entire length and she deep throated my cock. I finally exploded with intense pleasure that sent me to heights no other drug could and painted Marian's throat a shade of white. It felt like minutes since the moment I began to shoot my load down her throat. Even though at this point, Marian should have gagged or began to choke on a lack of breath, she continued to hold on and pleasure my shaft in a way I've never felt before. The way she managed to cause so much pleasure was amazing. It was almost as if she instinctively knew what to stimulate and where at the right moment to cause a chain reaction of intense electrical pleasure.

Eventually I relinquished my grip on Marian's head. She came up with a hint of my jizz left on her lips, which upon noticing, licked up with her tongue. "Master, thank you for giving me such a delicious meal. Now we must move on to the main part of the ritual... It is impertinent for me to ask, but please put your... Big and thick shaft inside my pussy." It was almost as if Marian was going to use the anatomically correct terms, but changed her mind and used dirty words to fuel my lust. 

Though it's a bit cocky for me to say, my dick was still impressively hard, even after shooting inside her mouth. Now it wasn't like I had been with a different girl a week, but Marian without a doubt just gave me the best blowjob of my life. And she was offering to do this as many times as I wanted since she's my maid? Holy hot damn! Though I wanted to be a bit more mature about the thoughts in my head, my current predicament reduced my thoughts to mush.

Marian stood up and loosened the straps around her long skirt, revealing some lingerie type underwear and stockings that looked very attractive on her body. As if to complete the set of animalistic features, she had the same feather and fur arrangement around her ankles and just above her knees. I drank in the sight, which caused my dick to harden to the point where it hurt to be by itself. The beautiful girl twirled around and bent over in order to tease me with the sight of her lovely, plush butt. 

If I saw her body naked from afar, I would definitely say she was perfectly proportioned. Was that because of her nature as a Kiki-something or because of what she meant when she said her body was changed to suit exactly my tastes? I didn't know or cared. 

I grabbed the two soft cheeks or her sexy ass and squeezed them together, eliciting a delightful moan from Marian. It seems she didn't make her arousal vocal, I didn't like that. 

I spun the bombshell maid's body around so that her underwear was straight in front of me, visibly moist from her arousal. A few simple movements shared by the both of us and her lingerie fell to the ground, leaving behind her grey stockings. I finally saw her wet honeypot and I formed a greedy smile. I looked up at Marian's face which was flush with desire and decided to do a little something.

"N-Now, Master, please fuck me with that big cock of yours!" Marian begged expectantly.

"Not yet, Marian. Since I am your 'Master', I've decided to have a little fun first." With my ominous words in play, I instantly thrust my fingers inside her wanton snatch.

"No-nooo, Masssster!" Marian began panting with obvious signs that she was enjoying my attention. "I am your maiiiid! Do n-not concern yourselfff with me, just use me as you see fit!"

I didn't stop for a second. I continued to probe her insatiable depths with my fingers. It felt like they were being sucked in all the way to her womb. "I'll take you up on that offer tomorrow, but right now, I want you to feel a little bit too, OK?" I emphasized the ok just so my point could get across.

My words must have had an effect, as Marian stopped complaining and gave in to the sensations I was giving her. In fact, when I spoke to her forcefully like I did a few seconds ago, her pussy quivered and released more of her delicious juices.

"You came didn't you? I thought a maid wasn't supposed to come before their Master? Sure maybe you made me climax with that terrific blowjob, but I wasn't finished yet." Forming a slightly evil smile, I teased Marian with words.

Marian just moaned even louder, trying to say, 'I am sorry, Master, please forgive me!' But the words came out all morphed and distorted like a toddler's first sentence.

I held up the busty maid with my arms as she leaned back, her knees weak from the electricity that struck her nerves. If I wanted to, I could situate her body on mine and shove my cock inside her gushing hole whenever I wanted, but I wanted to tease her just a little bit longer. I also loved that her tail, which was swishing around happily while she sucked me off, was now slack and unable to move consciously thanks to the extreme sensations she was receiving. 

Her hips bucked, bringing that tempting region closer to my face. "Really, well, I said I wanted to you feel the pleasure, so I shouldn't be too mean. Come one more time for me and I'll finally fuck you, ok, Marian?"

"Ye... Yesh, Mashter..." Her words dragged on and her tone dulled as she accepted my bargain. 

"Okay then, I'll be nice and make it easy for you." I dragged a hand behind her body and teased her anal entrance with several wet fingers. I rubbed and probed the tight hole until I finally, in one fell swoop, plunged my middle finger inside her ass. And to add on to the second source of stimulation, I nibbled on the cherry red nub that poked through her nether lips just begging to be teased.

The result was instantaneous. "Massssster! I'm coming..." Marian cried out as she braced herself with my shoulders, she even rested her chin on the top of my head. 

A new flow of juices came out from her pussy as she tightened her holes, especially around the finger I had up her butt. 

I moved her head and lowered her body down before whispering into her ear, "Good girl, here's your present!" I lifted her legs and forced her crotch onto my throbbing cock. It easily slid into her pussy even though it entered the hole that provided the tightest feeling in existence.

I wordlessly gasped as I felt a nearly indescribable feeling from my cock. Intense pressure from all sides assaulted my prick as I thrust inside Marian's tight cunt. I immediately came across my first obstruction. 

"Wow, you're a virgin, Marian?" I grunted out as a pressed against the cherry inside her nether region.

"O-Of course... I have never engaged in such lascivious activities before. Only you, Master, would ever be able to take my first time." 

Geez, is she for real? "I'm honored then, I'll make this the best, and only (obviously) first time ever, got it?" I rested my body for only a few moments, preparing for when I broke the barrier separating me from the rest of her delicious pussy.

Genuine happiness seemed to overflow from all of Marian's pores. "Of course, Master... But it is I who should be honored, for Master to be the one who takes my first time." 

As Marian sat on top of my body, she placed her arms around my neck and hugged our bodies together. I felt more warmth than I could feel in even at the equator in Marian's embrace. I felt my body fuel up with a vigor that could propel me to swim to China. And without any more hesitation, I kissed Marian on the lips and thrust my cock as far as I could in my maid's exquisitely virginal cunt.

I ripped apart the barrier and finally broke Marian's cherry. Her pussy immediately closed in on the invader and squeezed my cock, as if trying to milk it for every last bit of its seed. Marian never showed a hint of pain, she only showed off a face delirious with pleasure. 

It was hard to believe that there existed such a delicious hole, and it belonged to the vivacious girl I was fucking. I bucked my hips again and again, thrusting my cock down to the base every time, forcing apart the walls that seemed unable to stop me from entering further. Still, Marian's inside walls seemed to know exactly what to do with my cock as it plunged inside, pressing down on just the right spots. Her body really did seem perfectly suited for me and my body for hers. 

"Masterrr... I came again, I am sorry." Marian apologized once again because she climaxed before me.

I rolled my eyes as I drew in more breath. Her breasts jumped up and down like basketballs as I bounced her sexy body on my hips. "Don't worry, I'll dispense a light punishment of shooting my stuff into your womb!" Though I said light, my impending load felt anything but.

I lowered Marian's body onto the soft couch and raised her legs over her shoulders. Leaning over her savory body, I continued to pound into her snatch. It seemed to draw me in, like some sort of intense storm where every time I shoved my dick into her pussy, it went a little further into her depths. I even pushed apart the entrance of her womb, where I knew I would soon be spilling my own juices.

Marian's beautiful head of hair (and her strange ears) lost all cohesion as I continued to fuck her from on top into the couch. Her arms were pulled over her legs and grabbed on to my shoulders, trying to increase the amount of contact. Any bit of integrity as a maid within her disappeared in minutes as I fucked the sexy maid as hard as I could. 

I could cum at any time, but I tried to hold it in. It was really tough, like holding back the water pressure from a faucet, though I somehow managed. I reveled in her bouncing chest that jiggled like fine gelatin. However, it wasn't her bodacious figure that finally made me release the flood, but Marian herself.

My eyes moved up to her face where she gazed at me with a tender love, something she carried as my maid. Yet it was when she brought her head up and my head down with her lovely hands and planted a tender kiss on my lips that I finally came.

"Fuuuuuuck!" Cursing out loud with the intense pleasure I endured gratefully, I shot forth all of the semen I had stored up into Marian's insides. 

"Master, it is so warm... Master has such a voluminous amount of your tasty seed stored up, and now it is all inside me." Marian spoke with a sense of pride.

I gasped for breath and let out a light chuckle. "Hah, that was awesome."

Marian seemed to have regained her composure to a certain degree, as her words went back to their usual straightness. "Master, the ritual is complete. I can now accomplish my job as a maid to the highest degree. I look forward to what the future brings, Master..."

-

It was night time, at least two in the morning. Like one would expect, few men and women prowl around at night for enjoyment. The majority active at this late time mainly did so because of a job. 




The Kikimora



And for four men, with ages ranging from eighteen to thirty-six, their job just happened to encompass all times. A job called "Burglary". 

"Look, Joe, I just don't see why we have to do this at night! The old guy who owned this place died in the papers and he wasn't married nor was there anyone living with him, so this place is empty. It's not like there's gonna be anyone here."

The man named Joe, who was the oldest at thirty-six, sighed at his associate's words. "You should know better than I that there's always some level of risk whenever we break into any place, it's best to do it at night when most people are asleep at their homes. Right Mister Juvenile Arrestee?"

Mister Juvenile Arrestee, or better known as Kerry by his associates, stuck his tongue out at the older man but quickly brought it in because of the cold.

The two other men with them, a black person named Lamar and a Hispanic fellow named Manuel both laughed under their breath. Each of the four men weren't overly friendly with each other, as they were only brought together by their "work", but they still shared the occasional joke and drink like most coworkers. 

"Ey, so what are we expectin' at this mansion, Joe?" Asked Manuel as the four men walked under cover of night through the tree field. They had their van hidden nearby where they would retreat to just in case, but they still walked a decent distance to the large mansion.

"The usual rich guy stuff. I mean, c'mon, it's a fricken mansion. The old guy who lived there is dead, so it's the perfect time to loot his house."

Kerry then asked, "Then what if there is someone there? If they're sleeping or awake, what do we do then?"

"If they're asleep, try not to wake 'em up. Though if anyone there is awake, or show signs of waking up, silence them. If that happens, report to me and we'll clean the mess." None of the four men had lived lives free of violence, in fact, each of them had killed before save for the youngest.

Their specialty included burglary and robbery, with each of the four men specializing in something related to their field of crime: For Kerry it was sleight of hand, pickpocketing, and fleeing the scene. For Lamar it was bruising, hand to hand, and assault. For Manuel it was lock picking, electronics, and hacking. Joe was a jack of all trades, evidenced by his years of experience in the world of crime, but he showed a particular affinity for gun play. 

Their target this time was a mansion owned by the late Buck Teagans, whose death had been shown in the obituaries. Known to be a somewhat rich guy, though only in the area, Manuel looked up Buck Teagans and found he owned an expensive mansion which he bought with his fortune.

After several short minutes, the four men arrive at the back door of the mansion. Manuel and Joe checked for electronic security, but luckily found no signs of it, which was a rarity in the modern times. Thinking it to be an easy job, they had Manuel pick the lock to the door and entered the mansion. 

They arrived inside only to find sparse rooms and empty hallways. "Huh, odd, there's not much around. Well, let's split up around the place, take anything you think is valuable and watch out for people, if there are any. Lamar, take the 1st floor, Kerry take the 2nd, I will take the third, and Manuel will take the attic and basement, if there is one. If there's not much to find, help each other out."

The three younger men nodded to their elder and split up accordingly.

Joe followed Kerry and Manuel up the steps until he reached the third floor where he broke off with his associate. Many minutes passed by as he searched the many rooms until there were only two left. He had just finished scouring a room which seemed dedicated to relaxing while enjoying a beautiful nature view from the windows and closed off balcony.

"Fucking shit, is there anything valuable in this shit mansion? It's a fucking mansion for chrissakes!" Joe lost a bit of his temper and spoke out loud, forgetting the need to stay quiet just in case if there was anybody still inside the house.

Realizing his mistake, he covered his mouth far too late and listened carefully for any noises. Whispering to himself, he said, "Good, it looks like no one's around." 

He was wrong.

"Hello, allow me to welcome you to my Master's home." A feminine mystical voice reverberated around the room and into his ear canals. 

Wasting no movements or time, Joe face the direction the voice came from and pulled out his pistol which had a silencer on. "Show yourself and I won't shoot you." He spoke coldly and would do exactly as he said. Even so, he planned on killing the person after gathering a bit of information.

A young girl in a strange maid uniform appeared from the darkness into the moonlight that shone through the balcony door windows. She didn't wear a fearful face like most who encountered a robber would, which surprised Joe initially, though he kept his cool.

"What's your name?" Joe asked with his pistol pointed straight at the area between her eyes. 

"You are not qualified to speak the name given to me by my Master." The girl instantly replied with a tone that sounded like she was greeting unexpected guests.

"Fuck if I care, then where's this 'Master' of yours, bitch?" 

"I would not endanger my Master's life intentionally even for a moment."

"Apparently you don't understand the situation, girlie. You see, I'm a scary robber with a gun that will not hesitate to kill you if you piss me off or don't tell me what I want to know. Is your 'Master' or whatever in this mansion right now?" Joe really disliked the girl, but information was man's best friend in his opinion.

"I will not repeat my words. Now, please leave the grounds or I will be forced to evacuate you by force."

"You're fucking serious, damn bitch... Like I'd leave, fine I'll kill you and I'll find your 'Master' with my guys." Joe closed one eye and aimed straight at the girl. "Say night night..." He pulled down on the trigger and fired.

Joe didn't even bother to look at the girl. He heard her body slump to the floor. The vacant pained cries were evidence that his aim was true and she died instantly. Joe holstered the pistol and walked straight for the door to the room he was in.

Then he found himself being lifted in the air. "The *cough* fuck? *cough*" Joe was being choked by something that lifted him in the air. He could feeling his airways being restricted and closed off and tried to pull himself free for even a moment of respite. 

Being granted that respite, but not being granted freedom of movement, Joe dangled in the air like a ragdoll as he saw the supposedly dead maid girl appear from the darkness again.

"I did lie, which is unbecoming of a maid treating guests, so I truly apologize about that. I actually was not going to let you leave the grounds alive. The moment you four left for your van, if you did, I would make the natural gas combust, thus consuming you four brigands in an inferno." The girl spoke horrific words but never batted an eyelash. In fact, the longer the girl seemed to stare at Joe, the more he got the feeling that the girl was looking down on him like a piece of trash.

Joe moved his hand down to an electronic device on his waist and pressed a button. This device would alert to his three associates that he was in trouble and needed assistance ASAP. "Fucking bitch, my guys will be here in seconds and take you out!" He somehow managed to utter out those words.

"You mean these three?" The girl touched the lower side of her cheek in feign surprise and pulled open a cupboard right next to her. 

Three dead bodies, which resembled Joe's three associates, fell out. Each contained different levels of blood and gore which were the causes of their deaths.

"THE HE-" Joe's shout of surprise was cut off by the invisible constriction around his throat tightened once again. 

...

Minutes ago, Manuel found himself perusing the attic.

"Oh fuck yea! Jackpot amigos!" Manuel said excitedly to himself. He found a treasure trove of antique items which would fetch a nice price to the right buyer.

"I am afraid these are not for you."

Manuel heard a female voice speak out to him from behind. He turned ninety degree to his right to see a girl in a maid outfit with her hand outstretched. Floating around her arm were several severed electrical wires which would provide lethal amounts of voltage through anyone's body.

He tried to react with his knife, but failed to do so in time as each of the wires around the girl's hands flew at him and latched on to various parts of his body. Manuel died within seconds after receiving painful levels of electricity that shut down his entire body and burnt him to a crisp.

...

Lamar on the first floor searched through the kitchen area. So far each of the rooms he looked in was a bust, so with some level of hope in his mind, he looked through the refrigerator for a beer. 

"Damn, least the old coot could do was leave behind a beer."

"We do not provide drinks to those that bring harm to Master's home." Shocked to hear a female voice, Lamar searched frantically for the source only to find a white fist charge at his body.

The fist, in the shape of a bird's beak, struck his neck, paralyzing his vocal cords. Several more sharp jabs hit various parts of his body and Lamar found himself pinned against the refrigerator. His arms were wrenched around his back into a position where it was painful to tense any of his muscles.

Then the pressure on his arm disappeared only to reappear on the sides of his head. In one quick movement, the maid girl twisted the black man's head around 360 degrees, his neck looked anything but mutilated.

...

"Hmm, this looks cool, I mean what place, all mansions included, has a flipping suit of armor in it?!" Kerry lost his stealth to his slightly excited voice, he was clearly still an amateur.

"Is this yours?" Mainly out of curiosity rather than surprise, Kerry casually turned around to face the voice only to see an extremely beautiful girl.

"Uh, yea..." Kerry was startled by the sheer beauty of the girl and unintentionally said yes to the question. 

"Then allow me to return it, albeit in a different way than you would want." It was only until now that Kerry managed to regain his senses to see that his pistol had been lifted off his waist and found its way into the girl's outstretched hand. Though it was not outstretched in order to return the firearm, but to return one of the bullets inside. 

The girl fired the silenced gun and the bullet entered Kerry's brainstem, effectively killing him in one shot. 

...

Joe couldn't believe his eyes. Did that girl really kill all three of his men, and in the few minutes that he left them in? There was just no possible way that was true!

"It is true, I am afraid. Thankfully for me, I just received a large amount of power from my Master and thus was able to conclude this matter quickly. Though if I did not get that power, the matter would still be resolved, though a bit more slowly than I would wish."

Joe managed to utter out just a few more words. "What the hell are you?"

The girl's eyes changed from black to a solemn gray.

The girl stepped before Joe's eyes, revealing animal ears, a tail, and eyes blazing with an unquenchable thirst for the deaths of those who would cause her master harm. "I am a Kikimora. And I am my Master's humble maid."

The girl snapped her fingers and the invisible restriction squeezed on Joe's neck until the point his head literally popped from his neck like fresh fruit.

The girl stared down on the head and body that was covered in fresh blood. "It seems it is now time to clean up the trash before Master awakens."

And so the devoted maid cleaned up the bloody mess she made completely by the time morning came.

-

"Master, I apologize for not bringing a meal exceptionally suited to your palette. Until I purchase food supplies, this is all I will be able to make." 

The very moment I opened my eyes, Marian strode in with a cart holding a sparse tray of food. Freshly cooked strips of meat mixed in with diced potatoes and green peppers. A side dish holding several crisp Asian pears was off to the side of the main tray. As a drink, there was a glass of what had to be freshly squeezed orange juice.

Looking at the meal and back to Marian, I could only stare in amazement at what she produced in what must have been a kitchen devoid of any ingredients. The only way she could have made this was by gathering ingredients outside from scratch... Did that mean she even hunted down the animal for the meat?

In any case, Marian's cooking skills were impressive and I had to tell her that. "Don't worry about that, this is really good! Compliments to the chef." I sampled a piece of the meal only to find my taste buds overwhelmed with flavor. The juicy meat, which could have been any random bird or creature now that I thought about it, mixed well with the soft potatoes and crunchy peppers. The sweet fruit seemed even tastier when coupled with the more densely flavored main dish. As for orange juice, well, I love orange juice.

Marian's eyes changed from black to yellow.

As I praised Marian, she simply smiled in joy because of my compliments. "Your kindness is too much, Master."

"You were saying something about shopping for food a few seconds ago, how are you going to do that?" I continued to shovel in the delicious meal Marian had made for me, not wasting even the crumbs.

"It is as I said, I plan to go into the closest town and search for a market upon which I will buy items and bring them back." Said the maid with a natural voice.

There's a problem already, she spoke as if buying food was like shopping in a middle ages bazaar or marketplace. While I don't know Lansing very well, as I was a New York City native, it was a simple matter to find retail stores in any town or city. Hell, how would she even get to and back from getting food by herself?

"Well, let's go together. There's no way you can carry as much groceries as you probably want without a car. And I've got the only one around, so I'll drive you to the closest grocery store."

"I could not possible have Master do this for me..." Marian was clearly reluctant to accept my offer.

I pressed on. "Nonsense, besides I want to look around the town I'll end up staying in." After taking a quick look at Marian's maid outfit, which was the same as yesterday but somehow free of wrinkles and any speck of dust, I looked up with a pleased, but exasperated grin. "And I just have a feeling that you're not very used to a modern society... I mean you can't expect to go around town in that getup without turning every head, male and female."

"If you wish, I would be glad if you accompanied me. As for my choice of attire, is it not appropriate for a maid serving under you, Master?" Marian spun around like a ballerina, the long skirt flew up because of the air rushing in and I caught a glimpse of the erotic zone underneath.

"Well, it's not that, I think you look really good in that... But in a public area, it's just too strange an outfit to wear, so we'll have to get you new clothes." If she was this Kiki whatever, then I doubt she had much in the way of material goods.

"As for attire that is a simple matter for me. Would you like to observe, Master?"

I was curious as to what she meant. "Yea, let's see it. Is it some sort of magic? Haha..." I laughed nervously; secretly hoping magic still wasn't real. Though if it was, it would certainly make my life more interesting, for better or worse. 

Marian stepped back into empty space. With the sun shining through the window and on her body, she looked even prettier this morning. Stretching out her arms and standing straight in the air like a traffic cone, Marian showed off her full glory. Then I saw what was happening.

I still held an inkling of doubt in the back of my mind about Marian's claim of being a Kiki-Lala, and the concept of supernatural existences in general... But what I was about to see completely shot down any doubt left in mind. After this moment, I was a surefire believer in ghosts'n'goblins. 

The maid outfit literally melted into her body, every scrap of fabric disintegrated and was absorbed into her skin. I could completely see her nude body, large bust and luscious ass jumped before my eyes and I reflexively leaned back. I could see each part of her body that had the feathery fur, including her swishing tail and cute ears. Then just as soon as her maid outfit disappeared, a new outfit appeared from her skin.

What appeared was a get up that I found far more attractive on her than I could imagine on any other girl. She wore a decently sized skirt with clear grey stockings underneath. As a top, she wore a professional looking blouse that wouldn't seem out of place in either a lawyer's office or a flea market. And on her head was the same silken headband to hold back her hair. Though I wanted to say her guise was perfect (especially in terms of looks), I couldn't say that when she still had her ears and tail out for the world to see. Her tail comically lifted up the hem of her skirt, showing off some rather interesting underwear that I couldn't help but look at through the corner of my eye.

"As good as that looks on you, you still shouldn't go out in public with your, um, tail and ears out." I cautioned Marian. 

Taking heed of my words, Marian nodded and twitched her head, which caused her ears to recede into her head. Then grasped the base of her tail, she slowly pushed it inside her body to... I don't even know.

Well, it was best not to worry about the small things.

"Marian, you're really beautiful..." I was in a sort of trance when I said this, mesmerized by Marian's good looks and body.

Marian's eyes changed from black to lavender.

The cute girl blushed and shifted her posture around. "Thank you very much for your compliment, Master. I was worried that you would not find me as beautiful now." Marian seemed genuinely happy because of my comment. "Master I am ready to leave whenever you wish... Are you still tired?" Marian asked, wondering about the cause behind my staying in bed.

No, it definitely wasn't that, it was more along the line that if I got up my morning erection would show right in front of her. Speaking of which, why won't she leave? I can't change into my clothes when someone is nearby... Though it's not like I haven't done anything past that line with her already.

Whether she knew the reason behind my reluctance or not, Marian pressed a hand over her heart and spoke with a resolute expression. "Master, I have already told you that I live for your desires. If there is something you wish of me, you need only ask and I would be happy to provide."

Geez, why am I denying myself to her? Trying to keep a sense of dignity, I removed the blankets and sheets and revealed my morning wood. Poking through the thin fabric of my underwear, begging for any sort of attention, was my solid member throbbing because of Marian's little strip show just now. Like a cheesy porn actor, I asked, "I don't suppose you mind taking care of this for me, would you?"

Marian simply revealed a tender smile. "Of course I do not mind, Master, I would be glad to assist you." Though she spoke formally, her words managed to make my prick even harder than it seemed to be before.

The beautiful Kiki-what girl unbuttoned her blouse all the way which revealed a mountain of exquisite flesh threatening to rip apart the fabric that kept it in one spot. I rested my head on the pillow as Marian pulled out both of her large breasts and got between my legs. Already what little clothes covering my body disappeared thanks to Marian's nimble set of hands and fingers and my shaft was flying full mast right in front of Marian's face. 




The Kikimora



The beautiful maid stared in admiration and extended her pointed tongue (I suppose it's too much to ask her to change her tongue like she hid her tail and ears); she then licked straight from my balls all the way to the head. Right when she reached the tip, she wrapped her tongue around the head and practically pulled her seductive face onto it, instantly grabbing on with her whetted lips. 

Marian, after sucking on the cockhead for several seconds, engulfed my entire shaft with her mouth, coating it with saliva. She continuously swallowed my cock several times, until she was satisfied that her master's member was adequately coated with enough improvised lubrication.

Marian got on her knees and lifted up both of her breasts. Staring straight at me, she coated each of her fingers and hand in a lascivious display and smothered it between her two voluminous pillows. I bet I would have an even better nights rest if I slept on those instead of normal pillows.

I grit my teeth and balled up fingers, grasping at the sheet below as I felt what came. I didn't even to bother opening my eyes, so I simply let my eyelids relax. I could feel soft marshmallows encompass my shaft all the way around and apply pressure moistened down by the saliva that provided a smooth sensation that was a completely new feeling. 

"Holy stackle bears... It feels so damn good, Marian!" I forced out those words despite being overwhelmed with hot, pleasurable friction.

Marian formed a devoted smile and continued on, intent on making me orgasm with her tits. The busty maid cupped the underside of her breasts and lightly pushed them together, adding to the pressure on my dick, before sliding them up and down in a ritualistic manner of sex. 

Sometimes Marian started rubbing her soft orbs in separate directions, forcing me to feel intense radiating pleasure from in two different ways. Marian knew how to expertly work her breasts in order to give me the best feeling of sexual pleasure, and she never ran out of energy when devoting herself to my cock.

Prolonging the titfuck would obviously be the greatest thing ever, but there was no way my sanity could hold out for too long, that was the sheer effect Marian was doing to my body.

"Shiiiit, come on, Marian, make me cum now!" My words seemed to slither out of my mouth.

For Marian, commands from her master were absolute. "Of course, Master." Marian pressed down and lowered her breasts to the base of my crotch, causing the soft flesh even teased the sensitive parts on my balls. One hand quickly moved up to the head of my shaft where she placed a thumb on the most sensitive part and furiously ground it. One of her longer fingers moved up to the tip of my shaft and teased the small opening while using the rest of her fingers to tickle and tease the rest of the sensitive skin.

The effect was immediate. I blew a massive, pent up load thanks to her hand stimulation. The thick white ropes of cum all over Marian's lovely face. It splashed against her eyelids which she managed to block from getting in her eyes by just barely keeping them open. Other drops of semen hit her nose and a little bit even went up her nostril. Some got splattered against Marian's cherry lips which she swiped away with her tongue. However most of my load ended up on her chin and between her breasts. Every second, a drop of my juices dribbled from the point of her chin and pooled up between her tits and around my cock. 

She brought an arm under her bust and lifted, freeing her chest from around my cock while keeping my jizz pooled in her cleavage. Marian dipped several fingers in the small pool and lifted them to her mouth. Strands of the salty liquid hung underneath her fingers in arcs as she swallowed as much of my seed as possible.

Standing up, Marian rubbed a cloth over her face and chest, wiping away the rest of my seed. As she bound her breasts once again, the beautiful maid bent over and took my flaccid cock in her mouth, effectively cleaning it free of any lingering juices that seeped from the tip. Once she deemed me properly cleaned, she licked her lips and cheerfully said, "Thank you for the meal, Master. Now shall we go on our trip?"

There is no way I'm not going to end up living here if Marian is around...

-

"Uh, you do know what a car is, right? And what it does... Marian?"

"O-Of course I do, Mas-... Dean. This is a motorized automobile that caters humans and their belongings to various destinations at high speed." Marian, although she made herself sound capable, was currently gripping onto the handholds on the side of car as if those were the only objects between life and death. On a side note, I had convinced Marian, with semi-great difficulty to use my real name in public instead of "Master", using that honorific term would be far too embarrassing.

"Well, you have the general idea down. Though you don't seem to trust it being held together... It's not going to fly into a million pieces. Well, it might if we crash into a semi." While I tried to reassure Marian, I went off course at the end of my thought.

"If th-that happens, I will protect you Master! Ah, I mean Dean!" And as she said that, Marian stared off past the windshield like a deer facing headlights.

Although it was somewhat mean of me, I couldn't help but find her troubled expression rather cute and funny. "Well, here's a grocery store, so there's no need to brace yourself for much longer."

Marian nodded nervously and patiently waited as I drove in and parked myself in an empty space. Like most stores, there were quite a few cars taking up space no matter what day it was, so I doubt the place would be empty. It was the perfect place to test Marian's sensibility in the public.

"So kind of place is this? It is my first time seeing such an interesting building."

"Ah, it's a grocery store. People can go in and buy foodstuffs of all varieties... You haven't been around much in the modern world, have you?" It couldn't have been that the mansion was the only place she has been too, considering her age.

"I have only been wherever my vessel has been." Marian spoke with a lonely tone.

"Vessel?" 

"Do you remember the mirror that I came from? I was only able to escape it because of the intense emotion you showed next to it. Your emotional pain made me do everything in my power to escape and comfort you." 

"..." I wasn't sure what to say, Marian seemed to care about me like she had known me my whole life.

"I can only go where my vessel goes and what it sees. Whatever home my vessel is in that my Master lives in, I will take care of it. There is nothing I want more in my life except to serve you and take care of the home you live in." Whenever Marian speaks like that, she amazes me with her stalwart resolve. "To answer the question you originally asked me... Ah, Dean. I have not been to any of the modern structures of this time. In fact the last time I left my vessel ever since you revived me, was fourteen years ago when you..."

"Hmm?" I didn't catch the last few words.

"No, it is nothing that you need to trouble yourself with, Dean." Well, at least Marian seemed acclimated to saying my real name instead of master now.

"Alright then, let's see the grocery store now. Don't worry about budget. I've got plenty of money."

Marian's eyes changed from black to orange.

"Yes!"

...

Seconds after we entered the store, Marian looked about, swiveling her neck and head around to look at everything that moved. Though her face remained like a normal customer, it was clear, at least to me, that she had never been in a grocery store before. Most likely she hasn't been in a single modern building except the mansion...

Wait a second... As I escorted Marian through the various isles in which she oohed and ahhed at the food before taking exactly what she wanted, I had a thought course through my mind.

(If this vessel of hers is that mirror, then wouldn't that mean it was an antique that my grandfather owned? He said in that letter that he moved all of the antiques that I loved playing with when I was young into the mansion. Then surely at some point I played with the mirror when I was a kid...)

"Dean?" Marian cocked her head under my solemn pose.

"Nothing, just thinking about something. What else do you need to get?" 

"I would like to see their selection of bread. This place has every sort of ingredient I need, except for a few specialized spices foods that I would like, but that can come another time. Ah, Dean, I would greatly appreciate it if you bring me here another time. Ah, I should not make a request of my Master."

Thankfully no one was around to hear her say that strange title, but I didn't really mind. "Well, unless you learn how to drive or can teleport, I'll drive you around if you need. Whether you're my maid or not, I'd be unsatisfied if I couldn't help a cute girl like you out in some way in order to pay for your help." 

"There is no need for such kindness, Dean... But it would be bad of me not to accept it, so thank you."

The both of us continued purchasing the rest of the groceries which reached a wide variety of items. After a short trip back to the mansion to put away what we bought, we drove back out to the town. Thankfully the distance between the mansion and the main part of Lansing wasn't more than a few kilometers, so it didn't take up that much time or fuel.

Marian asked me to take her to a fabric store where she wished to buy some fabrics and tools. After I took her there, she stared at the vast array of fabrics ranging from polyester and cotton to satin and damask. 

Like a cop in a donut shop, Marian entered the store and her eyes changed from black to a fiery orange. 

I mentioned to her that while she purchased what she needed, I was going to an actual nearby donut shop devoid of cops. While I knew little about Lansing's culture, it seemed this donut shop was somewhat popular. Named after their most popular donut, Ghost Donuts looked like an interesting place to eat at. 

I entered the store and stood in line, which went through pretty quickly and then proceeded to order. It was a tough choice, but in the end I decided on a marble bar, bear claw, and their special ghost donut.

With nothing to think about in my mind other than eating donuts, I sat in an empty booth just one booth away from the corner. It was while I was eating my donuts that I heard a rather interesting conversation.

It was between three men, each most likely in their late twenties or thirties. I didn't really pay attention at first, but my ears perked up when I heard my grandfather's name added in the mix.

"Where do we even start? Do we just ask random people about this Buck Teagans character?" Asked one voice which sounded rather harried.

"Basically, boss' orders, find out everything we can about Buck Teagans. Ask the townspeople about him, I'll be checking out his body at the coroners. Use 'that' if you need to, but don't overuse it. Boss wouldn't like it if we drew unnecessary attention to ourselves." A second voice spoke with a gruff tones, it sounded like he the leader of the trio.

"Is it just the three of us or are we going to get any support? Not that I doubt we can succeed, Max." And then the third voice entered the mix as calm inquisitive type.

"Well, other than you two, Jorgen and Lu, we'll be on our own for a small while. It depends on if we encounter resistance, however unlikely, and I hope we encounter none." Max, though he sounded like one of those stereotypical dumb heavy-hitters in action films, he seemed against violence.

"Teagans... Even though he's dead, just what did he do to us that warranted such a devoted search for him? He's even been off our radar until his death, which shouldn't be possible unless he possessed considerable power." Reasoned the smarter sounding one, apparently he was the one named Lu.

I was past my first donut, the marble bar, at this point, delicious.

"That he was, though in a different sense you people are thinking."

"How so?" "Whatchu mean?" Both Lu and Jorgen spoke at the same time.

"He's not terribly skilled in magic; apparently he was only able to do basic spells. Though he was considerably knowledgeable in magical artifacts and exactly how to use them."

(Magic? Spells? What the heck? If something like Marian can exist, then I better condition myself for these sorts of things... But it's still too fantastic to think about.) I could only listen in and act like an ignorant patron as I ate my donuts.

Max continued his little anecdote. "I understand Teagans went against Boss Payne's father and several of his subordinates in East Germany about twenty something years back. And while Teagans skirmished against the current boss before he went into hiding, this battle became a small legend in our Boneyard."

"Oh, we've got story time children! Gather round!" Jorgen laughed at his own joke after saying it.

"Children wouldn't be able gather around, much less hear us. I mean, you did put it up, Jorgen?" Max said sternly.

"Ahah, yes, don't worry. I put up the illusion where normal people won't pay any real attention to us. I didn't sense a single person in here with an ounce of power in them."

(And yet I can hear, seems like a pretty crappy illusion then.) I chuckled to myself then continued eating in order to not look suspicious.

"Well, Teagans was against Payne Senior and at least twelve of the Boneyard's strongest, and won. How he won is the reason why our current boss was after him all these years, after the powerful artifacts he used to defeat his father. Like you would guess, most artifacts can hold power to some degree and can perform different effects. Well, those are the normal artifacts... Teagans, we don't know where or how, acquired several strange artifacts. We don't know exactly, as only the harrowed words of Payne Senior and the sole subordinate who survived remained. Most of the artifacts, while we're unsure, may contain human life energy, better known as souls, in order to power strange abilities. One of the artifacts may even be a vessel for some creature that wreaked havoc on the group."

(Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the holy cracker stacking heck are they talking about? The level of this conversation has reached the serial killer insanity level.)

"I've heard rumors about such artifacts. Objects infested, or more accurately, forged with the soul plucked from humans, with the more powerful or pure the soul the stronger the object's effect." Lu interjected.

Jorgen nodded in agreement. "As for artifacts that act as vessels, well spirits can inhabit them and those strong enough to bind them can force the spirit to do their bidding. Well, binding may come in different forms, not necessarily a show of power."

"We speculated about that quite a bit. It would be impossible to bind a spirit with Teagans miniscule level of power like you say. Perhaps he bound it through a game or a test? It's possible he formed a contract and offered something like his soul if the spirit was actually a demon. Gosh, offering a soul in a contract is so cliché. Either way, the current boss followed through with the rite of succession for Boneyard's boss and killed Payne Senior in a fight. Sixteen years ago, as Teagans was still active in his business of selling artifacts and relics, magical or not, Boss wanted to purchase the artifacts he used to defeat his father. Teagans accepted the deal and met the Boss at the deal's meeting place. While Boss planned to stab Teagans in the back and not follow through with the deal, Teagans stabbed Boss in the back first by taking the money and fleeing before Boss could react. Ever since then, we've looked out on the information lines for Teagans, but couldn't find a single thing until his death. I bet the boss wanted to do something fun with the way he wanted Teagans dead, like maybe make him sleep with the fishes."

"Max, you made a joke. I'm impressed with your personality's growth." 

"Shut up, Jorgen, or I'll make you shut up permanently."

(Scary guy... Still, just what happened to the normal world? Just a few days ago, I the only thing I cared about was passing the finals... Which I completely forgot about studying now that I think about it. Well, let's ignore that for a second. And now today I'm hearing crap about magic and souls and demons and spirits. And at the center of these people's conversation is my grandpa who stuff they were looking for.) I had long since finished eating the donuts. The ghost donut had an especially savory flavor consisting of coconut, powered sugar, and sesame seeds. (Shit, if I analyze the situation didn't Grandpa Buck send me all of the artifacts to my mansion? Why did you do this to me, gramps? Bloody fucking hell...)

I leaned back on the booth's cushion and let out a long exasperated sigh.

"Well, we should get started. Heck, I might as well ask the guy in the booth behind me. You two get to work." Max said something rather alarming which sent a jolt through my spine. 

The two men who sat opposite of him said simultaneously, "Yes sir." As I watched them go by, I noticed the distinct differences in their ethnicity, Jorgen had to be German and Lu was most likely Chinese.

Max himself got up from the booth and took not a single step until he arrived at exactly where I was sitting. He was a large beefy fellow who you couldn't say was fat, but actually thickly built with a suit of muscle armor. As I looked up at his face, I was instantly intimidated. "Uh, *cough* can I help you?" I tried to keep my most natural face, but it was hard to do so in front of Max. I needed to show that I didn't have a single clue what they were talking about just a few seconds ago.

"Yes, sorry for bothering you. But do you happen to know an older gentleman named Buck Teagans?" I didn't expect it from his physical appearance, but he spoke rather politely to me.

I used a quick wit granted to me by that grandfather who was causing me so much trouble to answer Max's question. "Not much, I read in the paper that he died recently. I'd know just as much as the paper told me about him."

Hopefully my answer was enough to convince the large man. "Hm, thanks anyways." Max politely dipped his head and thanks and quickly left the shop.

When I was satisfied that I was alone, I relaxed and released my pent up breath and began breathing heavily as if death appeared before me. Still, their conversation answered quite a few mysteries I had. I was positive that this spirit and vessel they were talking about was Marian and her mirror. Though Marian wasn't a spirit, but a Kiki-koko-mora.

"..." I blinked very slowly while deep in thought. "Marian... Just what are you? Were you really helping my grandfather twenty years ago in some magic battle? Sounds like some movie plot."

And before my eyes, though I didn't notice at first, the unexplainable girl in question was sitting down before me. Don't tell me she literally appeared out of thin air? Can Kiki-kakas do that too?

Once again, as if she could read my mind, Marian said, "I am a Kikimora. There are many things I can do for you, my Master... Ah, Dean." 

"Hey, Marian, can I ask a question?" 

"Of course, Dean." When it comes to Marian, she probably wouldn't care what I asked her.

"Did you know my grandfather Buck? I'm curious because he had your mirror in his possession for the longest time. I mean, there's no way you two didn't speak at one point, did you?"

Marian's eyes changed from black to an ocean blue.

Marian closed her eyes in a depressing manner before reopening them and answering. "My current memories only contain one full hour of me being in your grandfather's presence. In fact, it was that hour that decided the course of my current life in serving you."

"Can you elaborate?"




The Kikimora



"I am sorry... I would do anything you asked, but I humbly request that you do not ask me any questions pertaining to that memory." Marian's voice didn't falter, in fact, it sounded more serene and resolved. 

"Yea... Sure. Even you need to keep some secrets. There's no person in the world that doesn't have one they can't tell anyone." I was actually happy that Marian showed some signs of individuality. "Now, let's go to our last stop."

"Eh? There is more that we need?" Marian already had all the supplies she needed for living at the mansion, but there was one more thing I wanted to get.

Not allowing Marian to argue, I ushered her into the car and drove to a building I noticed while we were originally heading to the grocery store. We arrived at a small shop known as Animal's and Antiques, apparently it was an antique shop that had a few animals running around. As with the majority of our time in the car, Marian gripped on to the car's handholds as if the car was going to fly off the road any second.

I came here for the sole purpose of buying Marian a present. While I had only known her for a short time, it felt like she had been there with me in the past. It was a strange feeling that I couldn't shake free of. Still, there was no doubt that I would be with Marian for a while, and I wanted to thank her ahead of time for being my maid... Especially considering how far she went with her devotion to the job.

The shop was located in a fairly large strip mall, so there were quite a few cars, but a parking spot was easily found in the back of the lot. As we entered the store, I noticed Marian acting a bit strange, though it would seem normal to anyone but me. She glanced upwards, as if staring at the clouds with x-ray vision through the ceiling. 

(Well, she has a tendency to do weird things. Let's buy her a decent present... Ah, this is good.) After a single solid minute, I already knew what to buy her. I brought the item in question as Marian browsed the store and bought my gift.

Right outside the store when we left, I presented it to Marian. She was wordless, clueless as to my intentions. She probably thought that a maid doesn't deserve any gifts from her master. "Here, Marian, this is for you, it's a gift."

"...Ah, but, Mas-, I mean, Dean... I do not deserve a gift from you." I was right on the ticket.

"Don't say that, think of it as thanks for being my maid in the first place and in the future. Besides, you seem to like your hairband, so I bought you one I thought would look just as good on you." I smiled sincerely and handed her my present, a light blue and white hairband made of soft fabric the refracted considerable light. 

Marian's eyes changed from black to a warm beige.

"I see. I have no reason to reject, so I will graciously accept." Marian took the hairband from my hand and reach around her back. With flexible arms, she tied it around the hair, keeping it bound together. That band, coupled with the black and white one on the top of her head, added a sort of reserved flair that only Marian could pull off in my opinion.

"Hm, I guess it's time to go home then." 

"Of course, Dean." 

-

Max watched the young man and women from atop a roof from the strip mall. It seemed that his suspicion regarding the man was correct ever since he originally questioned him in the donut shop. While there was certainly no way that a person without magic would be able to hear the conversation between him, Jorgen, and Lu, it could be possible that a person's power would rub off on a normal human. At least that was what Max had felt. So he tracked the young man as soon as he left the donut shop.

He heard everything that the young man spoke with his girlfriend, although now it seemed like the girl was actually his maid. What a strange relationship between the two, is it some sort of fetish? 

Max dispelled the bothersome thoughts in his head and focused on the tracking spell he placed on the man and woman. He would follow them to their place of residence and question them more thoroughly there, maybe even find the deciding clue on where Teagans hid his artifacts.

As Max peered over the rooftop ledge at the couple, he saw the girl turn her head. She looked straight at him. Max recoiled behind the ledge and said, "What the... Did she see me? I can't even sense any power within her, there's no way." Max looked back over the ledge only to find the girl opening the door to a car.

The girl narrowed her eyes as she looked straight at Max and swept her arm across the air. 

"She just erased my tracking... Who is she? She is no regular girl. I will end up needed Jorgen and Lu when dealing with her."

-

"Now, Master, is there anything in particular you would like to eat for dinner?" Marian asked me curtly as I browsed my laptop. 

I was really looking forward to more of her delicious cooking, and because of that, I honestly had no idea what I wanted to eat specifically. "Just give me your best, I bet anything you make would be delicious."

"Of course, Master. I will make it right away."

Right when Marian left the 1st floor living room from which I was in, I began my internet search. This shopping trip really brought a lot of questions to my mind. What is a Kiki-kuku? What is this Boneyard they were talking about? What was my grandfather involved in? Thankfully gramps installed a pretty good internet connection to the mansion despite the remoteness of the place.

The first thing I looked up was the Kiki-kaku, though I had to put in Kikimora instead. Apparently they were house spirits from that went about looking for husbands and make their home life miserable... Well, If Marian really is a Mora-Kiki, then she must be the rebel of the family. These spirits did the housework for a home and took care of it, though many ended up making their husband's life miserable. This would explain why Marian wanted to be my maid so much, but I couldn't ever fathom wanting to make my life miserable.

Next on my list was this scary Boneyard group. I found little to no information on it. Most links brought me to various fictional things named after the word, heck there was even a brewery named after it. However, after much searching, I found one reference from history that explained the Boneyard as a secret society for those practicing forbidden magic. There was even a source that linked them to underground criminal societies. Not much completed on this front... 

Now about my grandfather. Probably the most mysterious entity at this point would be my Grandpa Buck. He was really an enigma. My grandfather was some sort of Indiana Jones who dealt in magical artifacts. It was pretty cool thinking about it, but I didn't like that fact that his past was now putting us in danger. I suppose he did the right thing in hiding, but did he have to swindle money off of this dangerous Boneyard group as well? When I checked the internet, I found absolutely nothing about my grandfather except the mention of his death. He was literally a digital ghost. That shouldn't be rightly possible in this modern age. 

"Gramps, you were pretty amazing, weren't you? I wish I knew more about you." I no longer teared up when thinking about my dead grandfather, but it still made me slightly sad. I wasn't sure whether to think decently or badly of my grandfather at this point. He was a great grandparent and all, but he really has put his family in danger. Probably the best way to break away from the underworld would have been to follow through with that one deal, but he would've been backstabbed if what that Max character was saying is true. "Ahhhh, I don't know anything about life anymore... It's gotten so jumbled lately."

"Master, life in general is not something that people need to make sense of. Trying to make sense of the past wastes the time you put towards the future. Dinner is ready. Would you like to eat it here or in the dining room?" Marian spoke like a sage wise beyond her years, yet acted like a simple maid.

Marian's eyes changed from black to brown.

Let's put aside useless thoughts and eat some food, that's all my mind told me. "Right here is fine I guess... What'd you make?"

Marian calmly walked over with dignified steps and placed a tray of steaming food on the table in front of me. "Steak wrapped in bacon with a side of buttered mashed potatoes."

I love mashed potatoes, and steak wrapped bacon just sounds to appetizing not to try out. I wolfed down the food, barely stopping for air. "Amazing, of course. I'm really lucky to be able to monopolize your food."

"Your praise is too much. I am simply doing my job." Marian closed her eyes and smiled while holding the tray against her chest.

Out of the corner of my eye, I admired Marian in her maid outfit with her Kiki-kiki features out. Of course she was pretty, how couldn't she? Of course I was attracted to her, but it was still complicated, especially considering how she wasn't even a human. Can spirits like her even act or be like a human? However I thought about it, I was going to be living with Marian for a good while. 

-

That night, I managed to find time to study. I was going through two classes involving Human Anatomy & Physiology with the other class being a basic math class. Math, not being my strong suit, was the only subject in which I needed to start from the high school level up compared to my other subjects. I'd like to say I only made flimsy mistakes such as accidentally writing the wrong number in my answer, but sadly it was purely because of my failure to process complicated problems. Well, I wasn't planning on entering a career which focused on math anyways, but I still needed to pass a certain level for some classes.

Frequently, while I studied or found myself concentrating very intensely, I chewed on a chopstick or toothpick. Though often enough I bit through the thin wood and bit my tongue very painfully. This just happened, and I was rolling on the floor in anguish.

Not even a thousand paper cuts or a million stubbed toes could compare to the pain of me biting my tongue... Well, actually both of those things would be worse, but it still hurt like a bitch.

"Ahhhhh, shit! Fuck! Christ! God fucking damn it! Holy crack pots!" I yelled out various profanities in acknowledgement of my pain, which resulted in Marian opening the door in worry.

"Master! Are you alright? I heard your cries of pain." Gravely concerned, Marian rushed into the room and lifted up half of my body. My head was being cradled between her arms and her breasts, so naturally I felt the pleasant soft feeling on the side of my head and the pain vanished. 

It was somewhat weird that the pain vanished immediately, but either way, I was in much better situation now.

"Uh, thanks, I'm not all the hurt actually, not anymore."

"I am glad, Master. I do not wish you to be in pain. If something troubles you, please do not hesitate to ask." Marian hugged my body close to hers, pushing me even further into her considerable bust in which I found the most comfortable place in the world.

"Well, unless you know your math subjects, I doubt you can help me right now." As awesome as Marian is at most tasks, I doubt a Kiki-Kick which had supposedly lived inside a mirror for many years would know modern mathematics. There's no way this maid can be that omnipotent.

Marian's eyes changed from black to violet.

"Would you like to learn about quadratics, statistics, geometrical formulas, or something else?"

I take that back.

...

A long two hours later and my round of studying was finished, much to my delight.

"Marian, is there anything you can't do?" My question was more out of scrutiny than praise.

"Of course there is, or rather, there is something I do not believe I will ever be able to do."

Oh? "And what might that be?"

"I do not believe I will be able to learn how to operate your motorized contraption." Marian said with a serious voice and nodded her head a couple times.

"Haha!" I laughed in conjunction with what I assumed was Marian making a joke. 

Marian smiled in return and faced me. We were sitting in two chairs adjacent to each other so she could help me study. No matter how many times I saw her face, I couldn't help but believe that no one else could match her looks.

"Marian?"

"Yes, Master?"

"Have we ever met before?"

The question soaking into her skin and she closed her eyes calmly and slowly. Her lips curved into a curious smile that was beyond me. "Yes." And she said nothing more.

"That's really vague..." While she technically answered my question, it didn't actually answer anything for me. However, I don't think she would intentionally answer me that cryptically without due cause. "You're pretty amazing, you know?"

"M-Master?" Perhaps unsuspecting my sudden praise, Marian's stuttered.

"I know that you always say that you've always wanted to be my maid and do everything you've done so far. And you do that when we only just met two days ago. I honestly can't believe that anyone, or anything in your case, would want to do that all of a sudden. Really, the only answer is that we have met once ore more than once before. Even then, the fact that you have stuck with your resolve to, well, be my maid all this time is amazing. I don't even know how long ago we've met, much less remember. It could be two weeks, it could be two years, and it could even be when I was just a kid who wasn't even in school." I was running on fumes of what to say, I wondered if politicians who hadn't prepared a speech felt like I was at this moment. "You're a Kiki-... A Kikimora, something I didn't even know existed. You're beautiful, smart, versatile, kind, caring, and practically every positive adjective I can think of. Even then, you can cook, clean, fix things, and even do math. You're really, really, really amazing. I just don't feel worthy enough for you."

Marian, with a tranquil expression, listened to everything I said. Right about when I finished, she took both of my hands and held them together with hers. Then she looked straight at my eyes and twisted her expression into something stern. "Master, while I am capable of many things, and however I may feel about you, it does not mean you are not worthy enough. Because of what you have done for me in the past, it is I who feels unworthy. You may have forgotten me in the past, but I will remember our time then and how much I treasure it. From within my lonely vessel, I trained and practiced in all the ways I could repay you by myself. Even if you do not wish my presence, I will assist you from the darkness in any way I can silently. You were my only light then, and so I am to, no... I want to support you in any way possible. All I ask is that you use me when you have needs." Marian moved her head over to me. Her furry ears twitched and leaned forward. Once she noticed me moving closer with my own head, she pursed her lips and kissed me. 

Marian's eyes changed from black to pink.

"I love you more than anything in this wide universe."

-

I was lying in bed, mulling over Marian's words. The undoubtedly beautiful maid who was not human said things that sent my mind in turmoil. 

In my life, I've had a total of two girlfriends. Even then, I can't even consider one an actual girlfriend. I lost my virginity in a drunken stupor while underage and swore never to drink again (haven't yet since I'm still underage). The total number of women I've been with totals three, not including Marian. 

The total number of times someone has told me that they love me and vice versa equals zero.

'I love you more than anything in this wide universe'

I rubbed my fingers together as if a quarter was within my grasp. (First things first... Do I love Marian? I'm not sure yet. She says that we have met before, but I still can't remember a thing. Do I care about Marian? Of course I do... And I really do like her. It doesn't matter if she is a Kiki-molasses.) 

I thought about Marian constantly, not resting my mind a second. I didn't even notice her enter the room quietly. I heard a small clatter and turned around to see the woman who was causing me so much confusion, though I was actually somewhat happy to see her again. Marian was carrying a small tray holding a pot of steaming tea. 

Marian's eyes changed from black to a decent teal.

Marian was much more stable than me, was it because of her personality or her being a Kiki-ikik? I had no idea and didn't really care. Anyways, Marian showed no hint of serious emotion on her face. She only expressed a serene peace. "Master, would you like some tea?"

"What kind?" I was too tired to say much at the moment.

"Lemon zinger, I think it would give you enough energy to think more clearly." Marian placed the tray on the bedside table and poured a small cup of tea out for me. I took one sip and felt a warm feeling take over. Marian began speaking right after. "I am gravely sorry for my earlier words, I have caused you much emotional trouble and I apologize, I will also accept any punishment."

I finished the rest of my cup of tea, mulling over what to say. After I placed the cup back on the tray, I asked, "Marian, come here please."

Marian didn't say anything. She simply followed my order as her master.

I breathed out in anticipation and calmly pulled Marian's head over to mine and returned the kiss she gave me before. Marian, though initially surprised, allowed herself to be guided by my whims. She escorted my tongue into her mouth and lavished attention on it with her lips. 

Immediately breaking the kiss, I stared straight into her dark eyes that were reminiscent of a black hole. "Hrm, Marian, please remove your clothing."

Marian's eyes changed from black to yellow.

"Of course, Master." Smiling happily at my order, she stood up and swiftly removed every bit of fabric on her body. She took off her maid outfit, leaving behind her sheer bra, panties, and stockings. After halting for only a few seconds for me to let my eyes wander. She then took off each of those items, revealing her slender, yet curvaceous in all the right places body. All she had left were the two hairbands holding her hair in place. Reaching both arms behind her head, she unraveled both bands in one lithe motion. Her ebony hair spread like eagle wings before collecting itself around her head.

"I'll say it as many times as needed, you're really beautiful, you know that?" Marian blushed, but she didn't avert her eyes. "Can you help me out of my clothes now? While doing so, do your best to get me as aroused as possible."

Marian flashed a lascivious smile. "I would be glad to." Marian swaggered over to me and slowly stretched out a hand. From her hand, she reached out with her pointer finger and drew an invisible line down the center of my chest. I was wearing a buttoned shirt, but I noticed that the buttons were being undone by an invisible force. 

Marian moved in as soon as all the buttons were undone and pushed aside my shirt until I was free of it. She showered a rain of dainty pecks from her lovely lips onto my chest. In reaction to the soothing contact, I breathed just a little bit harder. She wrapped her arms around my waist and hips and latched on to the center with her hand, rubbing my zone through the denim. She squeezed my body tightly to hers, pressing her voluptuous chest into my waist. She danced her fingers around before pulling down my zippers and removing my jeans along with my underwear. 

By now, the both of us were completely naked. I pulled Marian's head up to mine and once again kissed her. She reacted just as before, allowing relinquishing her body to my whims.

Curious as to how she would react, I moved my hand down to her swishing tail. Apparently she couldn't keep it under control and moved via her subconscious emotions and desires. "I wonder how you feel from your tail."




The Kikimora



I pet the feathery tail that was like a wolf as if it was a house pet. "Yaaaahn! Marian's eyes widened and let a strangely cute scream that didn't look out of place on her. It seems that her tail is highly sensitive around the area where it connects to her body. It looked like her skin melded with the individual feathers.

I moved my fingers down to her lower folds, and found it as wet as I expected. "Can't wait, huh?" Marian nodded with beaming eyes. "Neither can I. Get up on your knees then."

Complying with my demand, Marian got up on her hands and knees. She arched her back just enough so her sexy butt was pushed up and presented to my throbbing erection. I positioned myself behind Marian and grabbed ahold of her rounded mounds. Her expectant face looking back on me coupled with the animalistic ears and features on her arms and legs just made her far too cute for my own good. 

I laid my shaft between the cheeks and bent over to grab onto her swaying breasts. Marian squealed in soft delight at the contact, but she kept steady. She consistently mouthed off inaudible words.

However, I had an idea of what she was saying. "If you can't say your words clearly, I'm going to have a little more fun with you." I used what I thought was a charming and slightly teasing voice. Making good on my words, I pinched down on her tense nipples and rolled them around. I pulled her large orbs down and saw them stretch and look even bigger than they usually do. I heard hear attempt to mumble something between her heavy panting.

"Ahhh, M-Master!" Finally, we're getting somewhere. "Please, Master... I want you to fuck me." 

I scratched my head in faux surprise. "Ah, I thought a maid shouldn't make requests of their Master." 

Marian turned an even deeper shade of red and turned her head away. "I am sorry, Master."

"Don't worry, I plan to answer many requests you make of me. It has nothing to do with being a decent Master, but a decent guy." Knowing full well of my emotional that had such trouble today, I added in something else. "Besides, while I don't know full of my feelings, I do know I really like you."

I slapped both my hands down on her pliable butt, resulting in a sharp mewl from Marian. My hard shaft slightly hurt from intense arousal. I rubbed it under her sopping mound, covering it in her wet lubrication. Looking once more at the amazing sight in front of me, I saw Marian barely holding herself up on her hands and knees with her luscious rump quivering right in front of me.

Time for work. I positioned my dick's head right at the front of her wet hole, ready to plunge in. "Now, tell me how much you want me to fuck you and I'll get right to it if I think you want it enough." Marian's lustful face at being teased tempted me more than anything so far, but I willed myself still until the beautiful maid told me what I want.

Marian gasped for air and took in a deep breath before answering. "Master... Your thick cock is the only thing I can think about, please stick it in me and use my body as much as you want!"

Ah... That's too much, far too cute.

Unable to resist, I speared my poised shaft into Marian's snatch. While it felt like it slid in easily, her inside walls clamped down on my intrusion, sending vivid pleasure through my crotch and into my head. 

Marian released a constant stream of libidinous moans as I began my assault on her body. I held on to her raised hips and pounded into them with increasing force. I fucked Marian from behind, sending my cock into her wet folds. Each time I thrust into her welcoming tightness, I felt her insides tighten up. 

Her tail stood rigid from the pleasure she received, so I moved one hand from her cheeks to the base of her tail and teased the base of her feathery tail. Right when I did that, she squealed and spasmed thanks to the blissful sensations. "Master, ah, my tail! Please play with my tail more, Master!" Begged Marian as she looked back on my ministrations.

I was only too happy to acquiesce with her request. I grinned and did as she asked, teasing the tail's base and pet the feather-fur as if she was some sort of dog or cat. I even used the matted tip of her tail to tease the entrance to her anal region, probing the tight depths with the tail and occasionally a finger.

The sexy maid's voice broke every time I reached her deepest point close to her womb. Though I didn't expect it considering her generally quiet voice and nature, she was surprisingly vocal. She moaned and yelled in pleasure and intense arousal. Holding her body up despite her dramatic shivering with one arm and a mysterious strength, Marian reached back with her other arm down to her vagina. She exponentially added to her pleasure by furiously teasing her clitoris which had pushed out of its hiding place. 

Marian divided two fingers and pushed them to both sides of the engorged shaft pushing past the entrance of her love hole. Those two fingers wrapped around the spear that she was enjoying and essentially stroked it off with each thrust it made.

Deciding that something just a little different was in order, I rolled Marian's arched body on her side and lifted up her leg. It hung lazily over my shoulder where it bounced against my back each time I slammed my crotch between her legs. One of her arms was holding onto my hand which was on top of her ass while the other gripped on to the pillow to the side of us. Her breasts hung out magnificently and lay down due to gravity. Though each time I entered her pussy, her breasts hit the underside of her chin due to her large size.

The two of us went at it for many more minutes, but all good things must end. I was nearly at my breaking point; it felt like I could explode at any moment. I was contemplating how to handle where I unloaded, then my answer came to me.

"Master, if you cannot hold it in anymore, please cum inside me." Marian placed her hand with entwined fingers just above her mound where she could feel my cock forcing open her walls continuously as if encouraging me to unload my juices there. Then she said something that sealed the deal. "M-m-master... I am going to climax again soon, and I wish to do it with you right now!"

"Crap, you're really too cute, you know that?" I grunted my approval and then said, "I'm gonna cum inside right now!" There wasn't really much to say other than that.

My shaft, at the end of my sentence, immediately opened up and pumped out an excessive load of semen into Marian's sopping vagina. I could feel her tight insides squeeze down even tighter than before, signaling her mutual orgasm. They clamped down in a way where it allowed me to spurt all of my juice past the entrance to her womb. 

"Master, you are filling me up, you are making me feel very good!" Marian spoke with a lustful tone that didn't normally befit her, but I liked it either way.

After the deed was done, I laid by Marian's side, with my still sensitive cock inside her hole. It was rather late at night, so I felt tired from today's long day and the tenuous activity just now. The only things that entered my mind thought of were Marian and sleep, and I soon drifted off into a tranquil sleep.

...

Marian lay beside her master with her arms embracing his body. She stroked his hair and pulled the covers over their bodies and helped him into a deep sleep. "Master, I will keep you company for as long as you need." She kissed the man's forehead and pulled him closer so as to impart her body heat to him. 

The beautiful maid slept with her master until she heard a rather interesting noise. As this was the home of her master, nothing dangerous would go on without her knowing. She didn't know exactly how, but she took good care of the mansion, and the mansion replied back to her with the information she needed to continue taking care of the building and information she may find useful for other needs. It was a symbiotic relationship between a Kikimora and the home she takes care of. In any case, there was a noise she heard on the roof of the building.

It was very soft, and it seemed like the source of the noise was trying to conceal its movements. "I am sorry Master, it seems there is something to take care of. I will be back shortly." Marian stroked her master's head lovingly.

"Mmrm... Marian." Her master, Dean, mumbled Marian's name in her sleep.

Surprised initially, Marian simply smiled and removed herself from the covers. Her master's member was still inside her vagina, so it felt rather empty once it moved out, but it was necessary. Willing back her maid outfit, Marian was back in the outfit she found most comfortable. 

Time to investigate the source of the unusual sound.

...

"This is the place the late Teagans owned, correct?" Max asked his two comrades, Lu and Jorgen.

"Correct, I learned from the city records that he had purchased this mansion and was renovating it before he died. Apparently in his will, he left it to his grandson along with many other objects." Jorgen reported the information he learned to his superior.

Then Lu interjected. "I learned about Teagans' family. His wife is dead; he has one daughter and two grandchildren. None of his immediate family is supposed to be living in Lansing at the moment; the mother and grandson are living in New York City while the granddaughter is attending classes in California. If what you told us is true, Jorgen, it is most likely the grandson who is living in this mansion at the moment with his girlfriend."

"In what little of the conversation I heard, the young lady referred to herself as a maid, so I am not entirely certain about her being a girlfriend." Mentioned Max, he stood up in front of his subordinates and sighed. "Well, we'll find out soon enough. I know that the girl is not normal, there is no possible way a normal human could diminish my tracking."

"Is it possible she has power?" Jorgen asked as he scratched his head.

"It's not certain, but it is highly possible. And if she does, no matter how skilled we are, do not underestimate her. The grandson may be defense capable too, so watch out. The three of us will infiltrate from different ends and search for the two. Kill if necessary, but try to incapacitate them. As a side objective, search for any possible artifacts that Teagans may have placed here." Max dispensed his orders to Lu and Jorgen before stretching out his beefy arms. 

"Yes." "Sure thing." Lu and Jorgen nodded and quietly dashed off to opposite ends of the mansion. Lu would enter from the north wing, Jorgen from the south, and Max from the roof.

While Max said to be careful, he was not worried. In fact, the only thing he was worried about was that they may not be unable to incapacitate either the boy or girl. Lu and Jorgen joined the Boneyard because of special skills that made them very deadly, to normal and abnormal humans. While they were dangerous, Max himself was even more. Using his power, Max could demolish buildings with a prepared fist. While it was a loud ability, he could also attack with swift fists that took advantage of speed and momentum to kill with one strike, crushing bones with a simple punch.

Max silently walked over to an attic window peering over the side of the house and manipulated the lock open with power. As a side note, anyone in the Boneyard referred to magic as "power", mainly because the word magic sounded too shifty and strange to outsiders.

Whispering silently to himself, Max said, "I wonder what the capabilities of this girl truly are?"

...

Jorgen stood before the south entrance of the mansion. This building had one main entrance on the west side with two side entrances on the north and south side. And of course there was a back door on the east side of the mansion. Unlocking locked doors was an easy task, unless they were enhanced, so Jorgen had no problems in making his way into the building's interior, or that was what he thought as he initially unlocked the south door. 

He pushed the door open only to find something flung straight at his head. Twisting his body to the side, Jorgen dodged the object, which stuck to a tree ten meters behind him. It was a kitchen knife. 

Jorgen jumped back a few meters and readied himself for a fight. He kept silently an intently watched the dark inside of the south door. While it was black as night, considering it was nighttime, he could make out appliances suited for a kitchen. Then a figure appeared: A young girl wearing a strange maid outfit.

(Is this the girl Max talked about? She's wearing a bloody maid outfit!)

"More intruders, I do not suppose I could ask you to leave the grounds?" The girl spoke with polite words and a face that smiled, but her tone was anything but amiable.

Jorgen smiled as well, but it was a smile that was observing the girl's sexual assets. Nevertheless, she was an enemy, nothing else. "Yea right, like I'd do that. Are you the girl that erased Max's tracking?"

"I do not know a Max, but I did erase danger that may threaten my Master." The girl narrowed her eyes. "As I will be doing now if you do not leave immediately with your two comrades."

"Nice joke, you won't be able to take me out, a member of the Boneyard." Jorgen pulled back on his arm and tossed it at the girl. However, nothing was in his hand but an empty open palm. A small object whizzed past Jorgen's head, passing centimeters away from his neck and heading straight for the girl.

The girl pulled a round metal tray from behind her back and moved it in front of Jorgen's projectile. With a loud 'spang', the projectile, which was a rounded stone, ricocheted and fell to the ground. 

Then the girl took a stance as if she was tossing a Frisbee. She threw her arm out, tossing the round tray which spun in the air and aimed for Jorgen's neck.

Unable to react in time to dodge, Jorge brought both arms up and doubly blocked the tray with metal armlets he had just for blocking things in general. He knocked the tray aside only to find the girl had disappeared. 

"I see you use a form of telekinesis. Allow me to reciprocate with the same." The maid's voice appeared off to Jorgen's right with two raised arms. Hovering just above her palms were two gardening implements, a shovel and a large clipper. Without hesitation, she threw the two implements with a strange invisible force that Jorgen was familiar with.

She was using the exact form of power he was using, telekinesis. The clipper was opened up, as if about to clip off his limbs like weeds. Jorgen ducked and managed to dodge the clipper, but one of the blades sliced his upper arm, spraying blood in the scenery behind him. (The shovel?!) Looking over, he saw the shovel just a meter away from his face. He slammed his palm into the shovel's head and just barely managed to knock it upwards. It chipped away a bit of skin on his forehead, drawing more blood.

"Shit!" Jorgen cursed and used his power to shoot that same shovel back at the maid. He severely underestimated the girl, even when Max told him not to.

Then a spinning tray entered his eyesight just as he shot forth the shovel. Not even a second passed before the tray connected with his right arm which magically held up the shovel, and severed that arm.

Before Jorgen could cry out in pain, a white hand forced his mouth shut, the girl had instantly traversed the distance between the two of them and she had the kitchen knife in her other hand.

The girl's eyes changed from black to gray. 

"I do not forgive those who intend my Master, harm." And the girl cut the jugular vein on Jorgen's neck.

...

Lu heard several loud noises come from outside the mansion. (Did Jorgen get in a scuffle with one of the residents?) Jorgen was skilled with telekinesis, so Lu doubted he would die. The men and women who joined Boneyard were a cut above the rest of the underworld criminals. Each person who joined had to be highly specialized in something. For the three men it was combat, Lu was skilled in sword based power, Max in strength based power, and Jorgen in telekinesis power.

At his waist were Lu's two dao swords, made from a special metal. In swordplay, Lu would not believe he would lose, but in a fight were many unpredictable circumstances. 

(This is a strange building... It seems brand new, probably due to the renovations, but I get the feeling that there's more than that.) 

Lu peered over a doorway to a room and saw no living beings inside. He stepped in and saw a vast library. (So many books... Obviously not as large as a public library, but this is still quite a collection.) He saw various books ranging from instructional texts, educational texts, children's stories, novels, and even a few encyclopedias and almanacs. (Knowing what I was told about Teagans, he or his grandson may have a few tomes in this library.)

However, now was not the time to be going over what books were in this mansion, so Lu turned his head and walked back to the doorway. He looked through several more rooms until he found himself on the second floor main common room. The common rooms on the mansion were the largest rooms out of all and were situated near the center of the building. The stairwell was off to the side of each common room in the direct center of the building, so that's where Lu found himself.

And he found himself in front of a girl in a maid outfit. 

Unstartled by the startling appearance, Lu pulled out his daos and readied himself just in case. "Are you this mansion's maid?" This girl was probably the one Max mentioned.

She had an unwavering stance. And while she wasn't carrying anything that looked deadly nor did she have a leering presence, Lu could not find it within himself to call the girl harmless. 

"Yes." The girl confirmed Lu's suspicion and then asked a question herself. "Are you an ally of this man?" The girl whipped her arm upwards. On a sofa nearby, there was a large lumpy figure covered by an opaque sheet. The sheet flew off, unveiling Jorgen's dead body covered in blood and grime. 

Lu gnashed his teeth and focused his gaze on the girl in order to watch out for any movements. Lu wasn't one to lose his calm, no matter the situation, so his breathing remained normal. "I see you killed Jorgen, which is a small feat." Although Lu normally respected his comrades, he still saw weakness in many of them, especially Jorgen. 

"It does not matter who, strong or weak. Anyone whom I suspect will bring an inkling of harm to my Master or his home will be sent to oblivion." The girl's voice instantly turned hostile and her eyes slanted with violent intent. 

She reached over her body with her left arm and shot it out, sending forth two small knives. The two knives, which were meant for precise carving of delicate meats, raced towards Lu with the velocity of bullets. 

(Shit! Fast!) Lu cursed in his mind as he slashed both daos upwards and blocked the knives from hitting him. Just as he did so, the girl was already in front of him holding a longer kitchen knife about thirty centimeters long. She thrust the knife with both hands at Lu's abdomen.

Lu utilized his swords, which he had already enchanted with a short but strong spell. He curved them down, created a screen of white light. The girl's knife bounced off, but she didn't seem surprised. Instead, the girl spun around and roundhouse kicked Lu in the waist, sending him flying into the stair railings, snapping a few of the dowels in half.

(She's really strong, just what the hell is she? This maid is beyond most of the Boneyard already! I need to take this more seriously...) Lu pushed himself out of the small wreck and jumped up to face his aggressor. She was already standing before him holding that same long bladed kitchen knife and a curved sickle knife.

Without giving a hint of mercy, the maid girl cut down through the air at Lu's body. He just barely blocked both knives with his daos and pushed the girl away. He finally managed to ready his stance that he always took when he had to take an opponent seriously.