Adult-FanFiction.org : Anime

Pleasure Slave	By : Capitalist Category: +. to F > Card Captor Sakura Views: 84321 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Card Captor Sakura, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 22
- 23
- 24
Chapter 23
‘watcher’

“You – have – got – to be joking.”
Alone in the privacy of his room, Ralen snatched his glass oil lamp and hurled it at the wall, where it shattered into a thousand shards. He hardly noticed, busy kicking his bedpost.
“Un -” kick “- fucking -” kick “- believable!”
What in the name of all gods happened? It was a good plan, a clever plan, a plan that was going to destroy Touya once and for all. After Yue discovered him on the floor with Aya, he ought to have whipped him, maybe even killed him, or at least thrown him out of the castle for good. But none of that happened. Instead Yue returned downstairs to question the girl, of all things, and afterward Touya joined Sakura for dinner as always – not even limping. When he returned to Yue’s room afterwards, with Ralen listening hopefully at the door, there didn’t seem to be any punishment whatsoever. Only sex, and from the sound of things they were both enjoying it. They talked, too, though the words were indistinguishable through the door. The only result of all Ralen’s careful plans was the ejection of Aya from the castle. Moreover, Yue had ordered him to pay Aya all the gold she was due before she left.
Ralen banged his fist into the wall, then promptly winced at the sharp pain. He simply couldn’t understand it – couldn’t understand how Yue could see Touya and Aya on the floor like that and not even punish the slave. Had he actually listened to Touya, frantically explaining the circumstances as he dragged the boy up the stairs? Yue was not one who listened to his underlings, not ever. Particularly not a slave.
Disgusted and disappointed, Ralen fell back on his bed and scowled at the ceiling. For all his planning, Ralen could see now that he’d made a mistake and called Yue to the scene too early. He should have waited until the two of them actually started kissing. But how was he to know that Touya would take so long to take the hint and get busy? Honestly, the pair were rolling around in oil and he had a beautiful blonde draped over his body – did the boy not know what to do with a woman? Apparently he didn’t, and it seemed Ralen had gotten nothing out of his plan except one less female servant to play with. Aya was no great loss; he’d had her on multiple occasions and her allure had faded a long time ago. Sakura was the one he wanted, still locked in her cage and untouched by a man, her young and slim body begging to be ravaged. The thought of it made his loins stir, and absently Ralen rubbed a hand between his legs.
Until Touya had been bounced out of Yue’s room for good, there could be no having her. For now, he would have to make do with ‘alternative’ methods of enoyment.

“Thank god it’s you,” was the first thing Ralen said to Tomoyo, three days later, “and not that other bitch.”
Tomoyo smiled sweetly and unfurled her lace fan. “I take it you’ve met Meilin. She tends to have that effect on men.”
Ralen’s face twisted into a nasty scowl, and Tomoyo wondered if he’d fallen recently. There seemed to be a fading yellow bruise on his jaw.
“Don’t think I don’t know what happened. You’re the one that invited that little cunt up here to give Sakura her ‘dancing lessons’, and Lord Yue still doesn’t know a thing about it. Every time I try to confront him on it, something seems to interfere.”
Tomoyo didn’t blink. “But you’re not going to try again, are you? Because you’ve realized it’s not in your best interest to draw any attention to Sakura’s visitors, not as long as I’m providing your ‘entertainment’ when I come to see her.”
Ralen looked faintly surprised, and then a smile spread across his face. “You really are clever, aren’t you? For a slave, anyway.”
Tomoyo didn’t bother to dignify that with a response.
“Well then, while we’re on that subject, I think I should mention I’ve been having a bad week. I’m expecting an excellent performance today…” He made as if to brush his hand along her arm, but Tomoyo moved out of reach. “I hope you’re up for it.”
“It’s what I do. May I see her now, please?”
Ralen bowed his head and swept an arm toward the stairs in invitation. “Certainly. The pleasure will be all mine.”
Tomoyo lifted her chin and started walking, and once again Ralen led her through an impossibly complicated castle before they finally arrived at the windowed corridor she remembered. When they entered the empty throne room, Sakura jumped to her feet with a delighted expression.
“Tomoyo!”
“Hello, Sakura, it’s wonderful to see you again.”
Ralen unlocked the door and Sakura pounced on her with a hug, momentarily startling Tomoyo. Her trainee looked far happier and healthier than she had at the last visit, her smile so much more genuine. Was all this the result of one dancing lesson?
“I’m a busy man,” Ralen reminded them. “So get on with it.”
Sakura’s smile faded, when she remembered, and Tomoyo swallowed an urge to snap something extremely offensive to the obnoxious overseer.
“Never mind him, Sakura, it’ll be just like last time. Just close your eyes -”
“Not exactly like last time,” Ralen interrupted, lounging against the bars with a hungry look in his eyes. “You spent far too much energy on comforting her and all that nonsense – it’s a waste of my time.” Flat grey eyes turned on Sakura, and she shrank back a little. “You’re a slave. You should learn to perform like one.”
“She’s hardly had any training -” Tomoyo started to object, but Sakura laid a hand on her arm.
“It’s okay, Tomoyo. I-I am a slave, now, and it’s not fair for you to do everything. I’ll try to do my best.”
A shy smile flickered across her face, and she tipped forward just enough to plant her lips on Tomoyo’s. The simple act surprised Tomoyo into silence; it was the first time Sakura had ever kissed her rather the other way around. It was a very modest and cautious kiss, true, but that was part of the appeal. Hard to believe, that she could be a pleasure slave almost two months now and still be a virgin.
As a matter of habit, Tomoyo’s hands cupped Sakura’s small waist and drew her closer, and Sakura’s lips found hers again. Having promised to take more of the iniative, Sakura tentatively slipped her tongue forward, between Tomoyo’s welcoming lips, and the pair shared a much deeper kiss. Ralen groaned softly, but Tomoyo was hard pressed to muster up any irritation, not when the kiss was having much the same effect on her. They did more of it for a pleasant while, but eventually Sakura drew back and licked her lips uncertainly.
“Time to go a little further,” Tomoyo encouraged gently. “Can you do it?”
She nodded. “I can. I just…”
“It’s alright. I know you’ll do fine.”
She didn’t quite look as if she knew how to start, so Tomoyo helped by guiding one hand to her breast, and the bodice lace tying her dress shut over it. “One lace at a time, there you go.”
Obediently Sakura pulled out the trim bow tied at the neckline, loosening the bodice until one strap almost fell off Tomoyo’s shoulder. Blushing pink, she slipped her hand under both of them and pulled them down.
“That’s very good, Sakura.” Tomoyo extracted her arms and let the entire dress fall to the floor, almost smiling at Sakura’s automatic inclination to avert her eyes. She closed the distance between them and gave her a short and soft kiss, and guided Sakura’s hands to her waist. “Feel me,” she reminded her breathily, when their lips had parted. “Touch me wherever you want to.”
“M-mm.”
Hesitantly Sakura’s slender hands glided up Tomoyo’s back and then down again, running lightly over her sparsely clad behind, while Tomoyo worked on the lace tying Sakura’s dress closed. Sakura had moved her kisses to Tomoyo’s ear and then neck by the time she gathered up the flimsy skirt and pulled up. They parted just long enough for the material to come over Sakura’s head, and a jolt of pleasure ran through her body when their breasts brushed against each other.
Ralen grunted, his breathing dark and heavy. “On the floor,” he ordered hoarsely, and out of habit Tomoyo held Sakura’s chin to keep her from looking that way. For all her weeks living as a pleasure slave she had yet to see a male body unclothed, and Tomoyo did not want Ralen, that perverted and disgusting overseer, to be the first.
Instead she sank to the floor and guided Sakura to straddle her lap, near-naked bodies pressed intimately together while exploring each other with both tongues and hands. Sakura had begun to pant, the heat inside her flushing her cheeks even pinker, the heart in her chest beating a fast and frantic staccato. When Tomoyo slipped her hand into her undergarments Sakura was moist and throbbing, the very feel of it stimulating an answering flush in her own panties.
Sakura cried out at the touch, her body going momentarily rigid, and Tomoyo rubbed comforting circles on her back with the other hand. Withdrawing her touch for the moment, she placed her hand over Sakura’s and guided it between her own legs, crooning in ecstasy at the contact. Sakura sucked in her breath, but she didn’t pull her hand away and Tomoyo continued to rub it in short quick strokes, even directing one finger to slide up inside her. Sakura squirmed but did not pull away, and when Tomoyo demonstrated the rhythm she continued to keep the pace on her own. Tomoyo helped by leaning back and rocking her hips into the touch, purposefully drawing Ralen’s gaze to her own body instead of Sakura’s. But when she tilted her head back and began to embrace the surging heat inside her, Ralen threw in one last order.
“Put your mouth on her, slave. I want to watch you lick her clean.”
Sakura’s eyes snapped open, round and puzzled, and Tomoyo swallowed her instinctive argument. It was only something she’d done once, in their training, and Tomoyo remembered well enough how her student disliked it. But to refuse would only cause trouble and Tomoyo had to ensure she’d be able to visit again.
“Tomoyo?”
“It’s alright, Sakura, you’ve done it before. Remember? When I asked you to kiss me between my legs?”
Instantly fear and revulsion clouded Sakura’s expression, and inwardly Tomoyo winced. If there was anything she shouldn’t let Ralen see –
“Oh good, she doesn’t like it. Even better. Get on with it, slave.”
“But -”
“You don’t have to, Sakura. He can’t tell you what to do.”
“Though if you ever want me to let her in again to visit…” Ralen drawled maliciously, and Sakura cringed. Tomoyo smiled reassuringly and leaned forward just enough to peel back a few strands of hair from her face.
“It’s alright,” she repeated. “I know you can do it. You’ve been doing very well so far.”
Sakura swallowed and nodded, then leaned in again. Her tongue twirled a familiar path down her neck and over her collarbone, then more tentatively lower to her breasts. Tomoyo hummed and murmured encouraging noises while Sakura circled a nipple and then sucked. Continuously she worked Sakura’s hand in between her legs, stimulating fresh flushes of warmth and allowing her trainee to get used to the sensation. Sakura moved to the other breast and repeated her ministrations there, then scooted back enough to allow her lower access.
“That’s right, keep going,” Ralen grunted, and Sakura obeyed with hardly a pause. Only when her mouth had reached the hem of Tomoyo’s soaked undergarments did she hesitate and gulp.
“You’ll do just fine,” Tomoyo assured her, and helped her remove the last of her clothing. All her sympathy for Sakura notwithstanding, at the first tentative taste Tomoyo’s blood jolted within her and she gasped with delight. It took every scrap of sheer will to not thrust her hips into Sakura’s face, and instead she made do with throwing her head back and snarling the material of her own dress in her grip. Again and again Sakura licked her folds, even remembering her training enough to wiggle her tongue in the correct place. Tomoyo moaned deep in her throat, so absorbed in her own rising ecstasy that she didn’t even hear Ralen’s telltale escalated breathing. His loud groan was immediately followed by his warm and sticky semen spattering over both of them, prompting Sakura to squeak. Tomoyo snapped back into reality quickly enough to prevent her from looking, however.
“Perfect,” Ralen sighed, staring in a very obvious way at Sakura’s perky breasts. “Absolutely perfect.”
“May we be alone now, please?”
“Certainly. Such a good slave deserves her reward.”
He retied his pants with a final smirk at Sakura before sauntering away, leaving them covered in his mess. Well, not covered; fortunately Sakura only caught a little bit on her arm. This time Tomoyo had come prepared, and extracted a small waterbag from her purse.
“Tomoyo? What is that sticky stuff?”
“Never mind, Sakura, it’s nothing you need to worry about.” Tomoyo wiped her off with a damp kerchief and did the same for herself, then instructed Sakura to rinse her mouth out with water. “You did so beautifully, Sakura, I’m so proud of you. And I can’t believe how much better you look today! I take it you had a good time with Meilin?”
Immediately Sakura brightened, enthusiastic smile lighting up her features. “Oh yes, I did! I can’t thank you enough for asking her to come, Tomoyo, she’s wonderful. She knows so much and she thinks I can learn to dance just like her, she even called me graceful. I had so much fun.”
“I’m glad. I thought you would, and I was just determined to get you out of this cage. It’s not healthy for someone like you, to be cooped up all day.”
“Mm! But it’s okay, because I get to go out every day now!”
Tomoyo looked up from fastening her bodice, surprised. “You do? How so?”
A light blush colored the slave’s cheeks, though her smile hadn’t faded. “One day the captain of the guard took me out, into the courtyards where he spends time with his horse. Master Yue saw me, and told me I could go outside every morning. I really don’t know why, but it’s made everything so much better.”
“Well, I’m happy to hear that. Who is this captain of the guard?”
“Umm… just the man in charge of keeping the castle safe. He’s the one that bought me. Oh, and he’s Meilin’s cousin.”
“That’s right.” Tomoyo was helping Sakura refasten her dress, and not looking very closely at her face. “Meilin did mention something about that. I remember him, but he doesn’t look very kind. Are you sure he doesn’t mistreat you?”
“No, not at all!”
“Well, that’s alright then. I’m glad for you. The improvement is noticeable.”
“Do you really think so?”
“Absolutely. You’re even prettier than when I first saw you.”
At that Sakura blushed flaming pink, and Tomoyo laughed. “Come here and sit beside me, and tell me more about what Meilin taught you. I can tell you some very funny stories about what she’s done to men that tried to bother her, down in the city.”
Sakura giggled, and allowed Tomoyo to pull her close to her side. She seemed happy, in spite of what Ralen had just forced her to do, and of course much healthier. More like… well, more like the kind of person Tomoyo had imagined her to be, in her home in the mountains. Was all this really the result of one dancing lesson and mornings spent outdoors? Tomoyo wondered, but didn’t let it distract her as she settled into a more comfortable position against Sakura and began to speak.

The sun had not yet reached the horizon when Yue returned to his room that evening, a fireball of gold that streaked the lower skies with peach and rose. The distant mountains were a jagged silhouette against the glowing colors, cleaved with shadows and indistinct in some places but lit up in the sunset on their faces. Touya was leaning against the balcony rail, still as stone as he gazed outward, eyes devouring the sight with such desperation, such longing, that it hurt to see.
“Stop it,” Yue ordered, before he’d consciously decided to speak. Touya’s head jerked slightly, as if he’d been interrupted, and he stared blankly at Yue.
“Stop what?”
“Stop it – stop looking at the mountains like that.”
Irritability bubbled up inside him when he said the words, unassuaged when Touya simply raised an eyebrow and returned his attention to the horizon.
“It’s just the sunset. What do you care if I watch it?”
“It doesn’t matter if it’s the sunset or a worm crawling across the earth, if I order you not to look then you will obey.”
Touya pointedly ignored him, keeping his eyes firmly on the mountains that were once his home. Yue could not stand the way he was looking at them so wistfully, and though it was silly to be jealous of a view he would not suffer it for a second longer. In all of an instant he was across the balcony and untying his sash, slipping it over a very surprised slave’s eyes.
“Hey! What the -”
“Don’t struggle,” Yue ordered crisply, and tied a firm knot. Immediately Touya’s hands flew to the blindfold and Yue pulled them away, curling his strong grip around each wrist. “You see the consequences of defying me, slave. When I give an order, I expect obedience.”
“Take it off!”
“I think not.”
Yue’s lips curved into a rare smile, pleased with the result of his whim. Touya’s face had been partially covered by the navy sash but his discomfiture was still obvious, in the way his lips parted and his breath had begun to quicken. Now Touya could no longer look at his precious homeland, his first purpose, but the effect was not a little arousing as well.
“What are you doing?” Touya blurted, when Yue began to pull at the ties of his shirt. “Stop it!”
“You presume to order me, slave? I thought you’d begun to understand your place.”
The shirt Touya wore was a loose one kept fastened by some sturdy buttons of knotted cloth, and these Yue undid while keeping a firm grasp on his squirming slave. Quite easily he slipped the shirt back over Touya’s shoulders, then pinioned the boy’s wrists with it behind his back. Touya uttered a yelp of protest, and Yue put an admonishing finger to his lips.
“Shh.”
“I’m supposed to meet my sister for dinner!”
“Yes, of course. So if you don’t want to be late, you’d better do as I say. I might not be inclined to untie you.”
Touya stopped struggling at that, but his muscles were still tense and Yue could see the rapid lift of his lungs.
“Come, slave. Inside.”
“I can’t see,” Touya growled, and Yue smiled again. “Walk toward me. I will lead you.” One hand cupped Touya’s arm, and the other his jaw. His slave resisted the first tug, then hesitantly put one foot in front of another. Slowly, reluctantly, he let himself be led back into Yue’s bedroom.
“It bothers you,” Yue murmured, “to be so vulnerable.”
Touya snapped a hasty denial, and Yue’s response was to untie the lace that held his pants closed. Touya flinched when they fell to the floor, leaving him totally exposed but still blind to his surroundings.
Yue exhaled, almost afraid to make any sound lest it reveal his immediate and frantic urge to have Touya in every way anatomically possible. His breathing had only become faster, with the removal of the last of his clothing, and now it escaped from his body in quick ragged pants, betraying his fear. Yue could almost taste it, and with difficulty refrained from touching his slave.
A moment passed, one that must have seemed agonizingly long for Touya. He didn’t know which way to turn his face and kept swiveling his head from left to right, searching for a clue to Yue’s location that Yue was not inclined to give. Careful to keep silent, he drifted back a step and drank in the sight.
“If you’re going to do something then do it,” Touya finally demanded, though Yue preferred to think he was begging. Still he didn’t reply, circling his slave as silently as a zephyr of air. Touya was anxiously twisting his wrists within his bonds, breathing becoming all the more panicky, and at last Yue gently touched a nipple. Touya jumped as if electrified, then was quick to grit his teeth and square his shoulders. Down below, Yue saw a stiffening erection.
Vulnerability whetted his sexual sensitivity, but Yue did not point it out and break the spell of silence between them. Instead he withdrew his touch and allowed his hand to hover just over Touya’s skin, tantalizingly close but letting the slave wonder just a little longer what he was up to, before he cupped the swollen flesh. Touya not only jumped again but cried out, and Yue had to place on his shoulder out of fear he’d lose his balance. This time he didn’t pull away, but continued to massage and stroke the erection while Touya did his best to bite back the low moans rumbling his in throat. Amazing, how hard it had become in his hand, so perfectly desperate for release. His knees had gone soft and now he was almost falling forward over Yue’s hand, staying upright only by leaning against Yue’s chest. With every stroke he thrust his hips forward, grunting at first, his groans swelling in volume until with a broken cry he capitulated into Yue’s hand.
Both of them shuddered.
Yue’s need was so acute it would be nigh impossible to wait until after dinner, and he had no intention of trying. Gently he lowered Touya to his knees on the floor and unfastened his pants, guiding the boy’s head to his own erection with one hand while he licked clean the fingers on the other.
Touya needed no instructions; by now he had learned what to do. Drawing his tongue lightly up Yue’s length, he licked at the straining head – a little uncertainly in his blindness, but still more skillfully than when Yue began teaching him. Touya learned his lessons well. Straining to control his own groans, Yue guided the erection into Touya’s waiting open mouth, allowing himself just enough thrust of the hips to tease his own body. Touya did the rest, closing his mouth around the throbbing hardness and moving his head back and forth, enveloping Yue in a warm moistness that almost brought him to his own knees. Far, far too quickly it was all over and he’d erupted in Touya’s mouth.
He excused himself by reason of the blindfold.
After choking down his essence, Touya had dropped completely to the floor and now bent over, panting, skin flushed with the heady passion they’d just experienced. It should have pleased Yue to see his slave kneeling at his feet in this way, spent and exhausted, and it did. It really did.
But all Yue could feel, at that very moment, was relief that Touya could not see him in a very similar state.

Onii-chan was a little late for dinner, which didn’t bother Sakura very much until he did arrive, looking oddly tired. Without saying a word, he dropped into the sofa next to her and closed his eyes.
“Onii-chan? Are you alright?”
“Mm.”
It worried Sakura, but by now she’d learned not to pry about her brother’s welfare. A flush of guilt overcame her, when she thought about her new dancing lessons secret. How could she hide something from him, with all he was doing for her?
She opened her mouth to tell him everything, and hesitated. Maybe he heard her, or sensed it somehow, and opened his eyes to look at her.
“Yes?”
“I… uh, let me feed you dinner, Onii-chan. You seem very tired.”
“No,” he grunted.
“Onii-chan! You always insisted on feeding me when I was sick.”
“And I’m telling you I’m not sick.” He pushed himself forward enough to reach for his plate, and thwapped her on the hand with a fork.
“Ouch!”
“Serves you right. Now let me eat my dinner in peace.”
Sakura pouted, and decided there was no need to tell him her secret after all. It was just a little harmless dancing; what did he care?
They ate, Ralen came to collect her, and Touya kissed her goodnight.
“Looks like Yue’s been working your brother pretty hard,” Ralen observed gleefully, on their way back to her cage, and she blanched. “He’s already been taken more than any other slave – I wonder how long he’ll last?”
“Please,” Sakura whispered, hands over her ears. “Don’t speak of such things.”
“As you wish, slave. I’ll just speak of your own naughty activities today.... mmm. The way you pressed your body against that other slave, you looked so desperate and hot it made me want to fuck you right through the bars.”
A tiny whimper hitched in her throat, bringing a prickling of tears to her eyes.
“Ashamed? Don’t be. It was the best day I’ve had in weeks. I bet even your brother would get hot watching you do that.”
Nausea made her stomach crawl, and when Ralen opened the door to her cage she practically fled inside. He chuckled.
“Don’t worry, little one, I’m not going to tell him. After all, I can’t do that if I’m going to have you all to myself. Which I’m going to.”
He blew her a light kiss. “Eventually.”
He left, finally, and as the sound of his footsteps faded Sakura sank into a ball on the cage floor and allowed herself the luxury of a few tears. How she hated the way he looked at her, how his eyes seemed to reach into her and touch her on the inside. If only he wasn’t here, this castle might not be so bad…
But the day had been a tiring one, with Tomoyo’s visit, and Sakura was weary. After crying for a little while, she lay down and closed her eyes. Sleep had not quite come, however, before a new sound threaded its way into her mind. Footsteps again, but these were quieter than Ralen’s usual bossy stride. Soft scuffs on the floor, as if their owner was trying to hide his presence.
Sakura squeezed her eyes shut and lay very still, willing herself not to breathe. The footsteps came closer and closer, until they stopped completely and Sakura knew that he had come to her cage.
Heart thumping, she waited for him to unlock the cage and enter, make good on all the threats he’d whispered to her for so many weeks now. But there was only silence, yawning interminable silence, while she struggled to stay frozen. Eventually, after what seemed hours, he turned around and the footsteps went away.
Sakura did not sleep all that night.

Two days had passed since their experience with the blindfold. The day was fine and pure, wind was soft as a sigh, a whisper in the flowering boughs all around them and scattering loose petals over their heads. They were outside, away from the castle, a new circumstance for the two of them. Yue could not think what had brought this about, but in any case it wasn’t unpleasant. His silver hair lifted slightly in the breeze, and so did Touya’s.
“What are you doing here?” the boy asked, in his usual straightforward manner, chin held high and gaze direct. Yue met that gaze calmly.
“I am here for you, of course.”
“I was walking in the woods.”
“You can’t be in this wildnerness alone,” Yue objected. “I’ve come to take you back.”
“I don’t want to.”
“You are my slave.”
“Am I?”
“Of course you are.” Touya stepped back, away from him, and the chain between them clinked. “Here is the proof.”
“Is it?”
The gust kicked up again harder than before, dusting pale petals over them both. Yue eyed his slave uncertainly.
“Who came to who?” Touya asked, almost mockingly. “Who watches who? You cannot take your eyes from me, and you know it. You were jealous of a girl slave – jealous of a view. How pathetic, for a master. You watch me, all the time, you can’t help yourself -”
“Be silent, slave,” Yue snapped, more than a little discomfitted.
“Order me silent all you like, but it’s not me who is talking. You cannot stop watching me and you cannot even rid me from your mind. Who’s really in control? Who owns who?”
Again he looked at the chain connecting them and Yue saw what he saw: it was Touya who held the end of the leash. The cuff was around Yue’s neck.

Yue jerked into full consciousness abruptly and jarringly, heart sputtering at an unnatural pace within his chest. Around him the room was soft and soothing as ever, with the whisper of a breeze and the perpetually murmuring fountains, but something had gone wrong with his meditation.
That was no vision. That was… a mistake.
It’s what he told himself, anyway. He left the room and did not return for two days.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters

Award for best review is a tie this time, going to Lili, for leaving 4 reviews for just this one chapter, and Lemoney, who counted the pages of my story and has informed me that Pleasure Slave now exceeds Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone in length.

Um, go me. I guess we’ll see if I can’t top the Goblet of Fire by the time this monster of a story is over, because damn it is turning out a lot longer than I thought it would. Random fact: I’ve been working on PS for almost two years now; its second birthday is August 26th. Let’s see if I can’t get the next chapter up before then, huh?

By the way – I’m an incredibly busy person who is so stressed and overworked by her job that it’s pretty much all I can do to get these written. Please do not bother asking me to email you when I’ve updated. I’m busy. If you want to read the story, then you can come and check the site like everyone else.
- 22
- 23
- 24
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Pleasure Slave