Collecting The Crumb

"... slrp, slrp, slrp… nngh… hah… nghh…"

"Say… who is your owner?"

"... ngghh.... Mas… ter…"

"Who? Say it properly, Eli." Shadow pulled a handful of her hand to the back, detached the busy wet tongue from her neck. "Properly." She searched the disoriented eyes under the disheveled hair.

Currently, Elijah was inappropriately on top of her, straddling her laps, long maid dress had gone past her bare thigh, unbuttoned shirt, exposed chest, swollen wet lips, hot cheeks, arms around her shoulder and neck.

Shadow herself who was in a robe was now half-naked.

"I won't let you have me unless you answer me." She said coldly, yet Elijah sensed an accomplishment trailed with the words.

"Yo… you…" Elijah's mouth opened amid struggle, heartbeat was louder than her own words. "You… ar- are my master." Admit her, her hand was pulling their body together, a small whine escaping her lips.

A smirk evolved. Satisfied with the answer. Her hand then let the hair go.

Elijah immediately leaned in and captured her neck in a kiss.

For thousands of times.

This was the curse she was talking about.

Shadow's hand came to her waist immediately and she groaned, a long, drown-out noise that made Elijah shiver.

One of her hands kept one curled around Elijah's waist and brought the other up to cup the back of her head, angling her face just so, licking at the gland, in a way that shouldn't have been able to make Elijah feel as crazy as it did.

The pheromone that was produced around that gland abused her senses.

"So tell me, Elijah. Tell me everything you know. Then, I shall sate your body. Shall you lie to me, your body will suffer the excruciating pain which… only mine can fill it."

Feeling under the influence, Elijah answered her, "yes… yes My Lord. my loyalty is yours to take. Take me, use me at your disposal. I… I will be your eyes, your nose, your ears, and your touch. All of me will be yours. Do what you want 'cause…  am… your loyal servant."

Shadow chuckled, one hand escaped Elijah and fell on the soft pillows. Her head fell on the bed pillar. She couldn't take Elijah seriously when she was busy eating out her neck and shoulder while her leg was grinding on her thigh.

"Adorable." She said with a cold smile smeared her lips.

Again, this was the curse she was talking about.

An intoxicating body, thick seductive pheromone, and kissable muscles.

Whoever gazed upon her naked body, their inner desire would jump out of their body, putting them in a vulnerable state.

Luckily, the request for having one maid to serve her inside the bathroom has complied, or the unwanted victims would pester more annoyingly than Elijah.

Her body was perfection, a complete human experiment or human weapon. Her entire body was the weapon itself and her naked scent could provoke one lust desire. Imprisoned them like a slave, making them go crazy.

An occasional skin brush could sate their desire in a few hours but sharing the energy could make the desire last longer.

This was her ultimate secret even in the real world. A few people had fallen, less than five had survived. The rest had to be in rehabilitation.

It was a gruesome matter, even the 'twins' went crazy. Women, men, the unfortunate child, oldie… among them, only the remaining four were compatible.

When she underwent the outburst, the four took her in, kissed her into oblivion in exchange, for a bite to the neck; the transmission of the energy. The most vulnerable place next to their heart. With the energy, it could increase their body durability and sharpen their senses.

Today, Elijah had become part of her, unwillingly although she was eager to quench her thirst. Her lips were busy brushing against her neck, biting and digging into it. Hot messy tongue licking all around as the pheromone got thicker responding to it.

"So tell me, who was the fire user?" She huffed, adjusting to the sticky sensation.

"Sa… Samuel," answer her, groaning in happiness as she buried her nose deeper in her neck.

"Who is he?"

"The… the son of the butcher shop."

The son of the butcher shop? She didn't even go out much yet she found herself understanding the geography of the town in a single trip. When Keira said the town was small, she wasn't expected to be this small.

"And where is he now?"

"... disappear, huh…" Elijah inhaled the scent.

And Shadow decided it's time for her to stop. Any deeper than this could be dangerous.

As a newborn body, Elijah wasn't ready to take the bite just yet. The energy sharing could only be executed once her body reached its maturity. Which also not any sooner.

How to know when the body reached its maturity?

Once the body could withstand being apart from her.

The rest of the four needed four years to be separated from her.

Judging by the eagerness of the maid who was still on her lap, she probably needed two years at the very least. She was less aggressive than those four. Probably because she had no sex experience and the lust wasn't as important as serving the master which was understandable.

The four had tons of sex experiences and were nearly addicted to it hence why no one could stand far from her.

Well, she gains some, she loses some.

Wordlessly, Shadow hoisted her palm to the shoulder and gripped it tighter. The busy Elijah startled by the sudden grip hazily lifted her heavy head.

"What's wrong, mas… ter…"

With a smirk settled on her face, she pushed Elijah to the back, her back bounced on the bed as a scream echoed in the room.

"Mas… ter…"

"You have enough." Shadow stood on all four, her hair fell in front, almost touching Elijah's face.

"But…"

Shadow quieted her down by pressing her finger on her lips. "You have enough." Then, she brushed Elijah's stray hair to the side, exposing her longing face. "Don't succumb into your libido. This is your first assignment."

"Ass- assignment?" Her eyes cleared out instantly although her entire body limbed lethargically on the bed.

"Yes."

"Control my libido?"

"Yes."

"... 'kay." Yet she lifted her legs and wrapped them around Shadow's waist. "I'll try."

Shadow chuckled, bopped her nose. "No. You must."

"I… must?"

"Yes, because I'm planning to take you alone and no one else. Only you will feel what I want you to feel, only you will experience an extraordinary escapade. Only you…" Her arms shrank as she bent down. Her lips reached her forehead.

"I will?"

"Yes," her hot breath tickled Elijah's skin.

"Wha… What should I do?" She understood her role without a needless explanation.

"That's what I love about you." Shadow pushed her body away from Elijah and sat on her knee and tracing her fingers along the bare thigh of Elijah. "Easy."

"And what is it, My Lord?" Her eyes flickered eagerly to her.

"Keen are we?"

Elijah just stared at her.

Her reaction awakened her sadistic side that was locked deep down in her heart. "Be honest to me, be loyal to me, no word asked."

"Okay."

"Okay?" Shadow expected the answer for real.

"Okay," Elijah nodded her head, eager.

"Okay." She pulled in the busy hands which were tracing on her scar closer to her and embraced it. "Good girl." Her eyes glowed dangerously.

&&

The next morning, she made her official tour around the mansion, from the ground level to all the away from the second level and not forgetting the underground.

Like a baby chick, Elijah and Conan followed behind her, although Elijah was closer. Brushing her body against Shadow's shoulder or arm. Anywhere she could reach.

The normal side effect.

Every night, Elijah would enter her room to take a decent dose.

"Is this all the accountant book of this mansion, business and also personal spending of the old lord?"

Currently, they'd stepped inside the clean office of the lord. Understanding her taste, they changed the wall into a darker wall and rearranged the book according to the book department. The table was also bigger than before.

"Yes, Conan and I used to manage the budget for the whole year right after the old lord died."  Elijah bowed.

"We will now give the responsibility back to the owner." Conan bobbed his head once.

"I see," Shadow said, distracted. "How thick is his skin?" Shadow lifted her face, cold.

"Yes?" Conan couldn't understand her.

The question was without a context, she could refer to anything.

"Thicker than a steel, My Lord." However, Elijah had no problem understanding her.

Conan lost his words, blinked in panic. Was he this incompetent?

"Good, I want you to observe his actions." Shadow threw the stapler papers to the desk. Thinking nothing negative about Conan. "It's your job, Conan."

Conan was overwhelmed, his pupils dilated. This new lord was intimidating despite being so small. She was different from that smiley old lord.

"Sir Conan?" Elijah turned her head to him, giving her a tight smile.

Conan knew better than to argue. Besides, he was in the presence of the not-so-friendly new lord. He padded to the desk and grabbed the file carefully, treating it as the precious file.

"I understand, My Lord. This servant heeds to your order."

"A confidential request."

The corner of Conan's lips twitched. He is as good as dead if he dared to do anything against the lord. Or better yet, losing the file. "I understand, My Lord."

Then Shadow waved at him, dismissed him to go on his next task. "Elijah stayed."

"Very well, My Lord." He gave a deep bow to her and strode away.