Fuzzy Halloween

Sky turns red. Crimson colors swirl between dark dusk clouds and ashen land falls under the season of Autumn and its grim atmosphere. No one'd believe that demon world can get even darker. It's all about the aura that this gloomy stage brings. And so, the Halloween is being brought to the demon world as well. Streets of Lust's lively town are now oh-so quiet and filled with gorgeous decorations and glowing faces of nice orange pumpkins. Even the palace is silent and calm. Though, it's huge windows were lighten and strange warmth and scent was flowing outside into their massive gardens, filled with bloody roses and bare cherry blossom trees. Fog consumes everything. Now, his majesty and his dear dining room, sitting around the table with delicacies and all kinds of Halloween based desserts. Vincent sits righteously in his chair, together with slightly nervous Yami in the opposite. family are feasting on a regale, celebrating with glee and the noblest spite. They're all in the long Only Olivia was eagerly rocking her body back and forth. Sadly, they were waiting for the last member. James. Everyone seemed annoyed, especially Lust, that felt very confounded by his son's rude behavior. They don't even know where he his. This was a first time when he actually 'forgot' about a family action, or he's just very late and struggling with suitable, appropriate outfit. Just like his father. Now, where is he? Butlers, servants and maids are impatient and nervous. Such atmosphere is easily felt by everyone in the room. The food's getting cold and disgusting in everyone's eyes. It's alright, because Power's presence calms every single soul- so their worries of angering the king, is probably somewhere around 50%. But to James, where he really is. The second thought was the right one. He's up in his chamber, struggling with an outfit. He's standing in front of a mirror, gripping two clothings in his hands, and tensely trying out 'em all. He's not alone though, behind the door of his room, his favourite maid awaits, in order to accompany him down into the dining hall. He keeps her going everywhere with him- and kind of, created his own personal maid from her. She kept standing there, fiddling her thumbs in the darkness, shy and skittish, small and adorable in James's eyes. Finally, after all his being unable to decide which dress to pick, he resolved the problem with one thought- calling Arya, his maid, into his room to tell him, which one suits him the best. So he called her in, without feeling humble. She heard it, reassuring and asking if it's okay to come inside? She didn't want to be rude.. and just a quick image of her prince being seen nude- that was a strong idea. But with no worries and calm voice, James spurred her, telling her that it's okay and that he just wants to know her opinion, because.. she's a lady.

Well, she must obey the orders anyways. She walked in then. He stood there, in a mess of wearings and all kinds of accessories lying on the floor around him. It's true, he looked a bit goofy in the middle, and she did smile a bit, but her sudden realization kicked her muffled sences of tired evening. James was indeed, topless. And every detail was clearly seen by her flickering wide eyes.. horrible red blush spread across her face and ears. Literally steaming and stuttering. He noticed Arya's absence of thoughts and sighed with billions of apologies- that he's sorry and that is was a stupid idea. But, as he was holding her close, gripping her from fainting- James's eyes stopped upon quick view of Arya's constricted top.. and her neckline and deep it's cleavage. Shocked, suspended and spacing out- he felt something pop within him, some kind of strange, dreadful but alluring sensation. Emotion he never felt before. Ah, it's there. Overflowing his mind. Scene of Arya, her suggestive beuty, her face..her body. James never seen her like this. And then he thought to himself. She clearly and definitely, seduced him. And the power of his own father that possessed his genes quickly kicked in. Without asking why he feels like this and what is he doing, he moves unconscious Arya onto a royal soft bed. Wildy taking everything he was wearing off, pushing himself on top of her, as well, stripping her maid uniform away.. leaving only her exposed nude innocence. 'Like an angel' he thought.. 'But I'd be pity to let a body like that untainted' he answered. Drawing lines with his claws around her hips what made her shiver and brought her sense up awake- but still, knocked out. James didn't mind, yet- used it as an opportunity to try out a thing- he has never done before. And so now, he traps her gentle body under his and wraps his hands around her chest, squeezing her breasts slightly.. letting out another muffled apology, before naturally, thrusting a shot within her entrance. What was it.. the feel, that emotion- it was so pleasurable and delightful. That's what his junk was for? He growled all pleasured and stuck it out, rolling on the other side. Feeling a grasp of accomplishment. Though, it was his first time and only one thrust, he felt wonderful. Almost drunk, he would say. He certainly wants to try it again, now that he has discovered this act, he wanted more. But now, there's no time! Sly and slick, he puts on one of those dresses and with flick of care and blush- he dresses up still fainted Arya back into her maid uniform, and when finishes, he slaps his hands together piercingly. Arya shot-opened her eyes. She jumped from the sudden noise- her vision was blurry, and she felt so warm, especially a big heat down under her skirt. She asked with stutter again, what happened, and James told her that she fainted, but it's okay now.. he 'let her rest' on his bed while he decided which to put on. 'Perfect. She doesn't suspect a thing' He thought and smiled kindly, patting Arya's shoulder lightly- they went off the chamber and arrived into the dining room. Of course, late. James, pretty nervously, apologized from the depths his heart and sat down. Well, everyone noticed something odd about him.. but no one could tell what it was. In the end, Vincent was calmed down by Yami, because he just had an urge to slap James for his rudeness -and Olivia finally got to taste that shining delicious looking icecream. While Arya, just stood outside the room with other servants, feeling... fuzzy.

This was a great feast, and for James, best experience in his entire life.