My Servant System

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Think of this like my (Extra) chapters; heavier language and all that, so don't be too surprised.

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Jillian Sariel PoV

Lounging in my bed, I glanced over at Ayla as she sat up, her smooth, sun-kissed skin gleaming in the moonlight, while she combed out her long green hair.

Staring at her, I nodded to myself as I took in her figure, having to hold myself back from pulling her back into bed with me.

Ayla Kameiel, my childhood friend turned fiancee...

Cruel, wicked, clever, smart...

Many words described her, but the one that most agreed on was beautiful.

Having grown up with her, I knew each of those words fit her perfectly; she was a conniving bitch who did as she pleased to get what she wanted.

When I hadn't played with her upon our first meeting as children, she had crafted an elaborate scene to paint me as a bully who had belittled and shunned her, forcing my parents to play with her in front of them.

That hate that she made me feel receded as we got to know one another, and I started to enjoy her visits to our home over the years.

Of course, I had started seeing her as a friend; a sister, even.

Not a potential lover.

My eyes were set on something else, something... better.

Since I was from a Ducal House, and our lands were near the Capital, I was often invited to the Princess' gatherings, where she was hosting other Noble Heirs to start cultivating relationships with them, as she might be the future Empress one day.

It was during that first meeting that I fell for Leone Presa-Ash; her shyness in private, when compared to her regal aura in public created such a lovely gap...

One that I teased her about during the tea parties or other gatherings, and I found myself at each of these social events; I was a constant amongst the changing variables of the lesser Nobility.

Our chemistry seemed well enough; the Princess was interested in magic, and I was well informed on the subject.

My parents had started my training as early as possible, and I wanted to meet their expectations.

So, I started shaping myself into the perfect Elf; magically inclined, an excellent archer, deadly with twin daggers...

Everything that made my mother and father great transferred to me, and with such incredible talent...

Well, I grew to think I was perfect.

Of course Leone would want to marry me; it just made the most sense.

I had the status, power, talent, and chemistry with her...

So, when I heard that she was visiting the Asmodia's because the young Demoness had awoken to Light Magic, I was angry.

I had known her first.

I had built up a relationship with her first.

Surely she wouldn't betray me?

When she returned, the young Vampire was still shy, but whenever I asked about Jahi, she would blush hard before changing the subject.

However, one such time I had learned that there was not just one girl that had caught her eye, but two.

The other was nothing more than a lowly maid, some Dogkin whelp that was Jahi's personal maid.

So, I started digging, and that whelp turned out to be the next Heir to the Zara Pack, if it ever reformed after being massacred.

Then I learned about her Soul Bond, around the same time that I learned she had Ice Magic.

When I first met her, I was curious about her, but that was it.

Sure, she was drop dead gorgeous, with a body so curvy it could make even a celibate, oath bound monk sin, but that was all.

However, that curiosity sprouted when Jahi had accepted Leone's proposal during that hunting trip.

I hated Jahi, but there was little I could do to her.

But there was everything I could do to her precious little slut of a maid.

I had grown angry and bitter when Leone and handed herself to that arrogant Demoness, and that was the time that the green haired Elf in front of me had wiggled her way into my arms.

The first had been our first night together; she had gotten me liquored up before dragging me to a room, enduring the abuse I had given her as she greedily accepted my hateful pounding.

When I had awoken the next day, she had shown me what I had done in a drunken rage, and she told me that I had a choice.

Marry her, or she would ruin me.

To sweeten the deal, she said that she was interested in getting rid of the Asmodia's as well, and that a good place to start would be hurting their Heir.

So, I took her deal, and we convinced our parents to bless our union.

When it had been finalized, she had revealed that she was working on a way to remove Soul Bonds, meaning...

Giving in to my desire, I pulled Ayla back into bed, the woman yelping as she found herself under me.

"You never did tell me why you were alright with what I... wanted."

Chuckling, Ayla smiled warmly up at me, her dark green eyes shining with a crazy light as she said "To make you happy, I would do anything Jillian. Besides, I would be lying if I said I wasn't interested in the first natural Ice Mage that's appeared in the last few decades... the possibilities of mixing her blood with ours..."

Flashing me a crazed smile, I chuckled as I kissed her lips, enjoying her fresh taste.

"You're still trying to complete that huh?"

She nodded, moaning softly as I nibbled on her long ear.

"With just a few more years ah~ I could create something great~! If I can mix opposite manas together to create something ah~ better, we could become the new strongest House in this Empire~! One that even the Empress has to respect~!"

Chuckling again, I whispered "Well, it helps both you and I if we steal her away; break her down to nothing more than an outlet for us to use as we please, all while dealing a substantial blow to that insufferable bitch Jahi..."

Ayla nodded, her hands running down my stomach before grabbing at my member, guiding me into her.

"Ahn~! Mm... A test subject... an outlet... and a blow against our enemies~ Didn't I tell you you wouldn't regret marrying me, Jil~?"

Smirking at her, I started relishing her moans as I pounded into her, whispering "I still resent the way you went about it, Ayla... getting me drunk before framing me? Again?"

Giving me a twisted smile, her eyes hardened as she sweetly whispered "How else would I get you to look at me and not that bitch of a Princess? For years I tried to pursue you, but it was always Leone this, Leone that!"

Her lips pulled into a sneer as she stared at me, only to yelp as I slapped her.

"What did I say about talking to me like that?"

Her eyes widened, before her twisted smile returned.

"Come on Jil~ She's just whoring herself out to your favorite Demoness, letting her plant her seed in-"

Slapping her again, I glared down at the chuckling woman under me, knowing I was only playing into her hand again.

"You are so..."

Shaking my head, I wrapped my hands around her throat, watching as euphoric glee entered her eyes as I squeezed.

"Fucking twisted..."

But, so was I.

The image of an auburn haired, amber eyed Dogkin overlapped with Ayla, and I grinned as I started slamming into her, my mind filled with debauched thoughts of the toy that I so desired.

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They're both fucked in the head, but I do need to remind you that they have skills that can back up them being fucked in the head; think the Joker in that regard.

Crazy as hell, but dangerous.

Not as cool as him though...

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