Order of Submission

A friend of mine asked me to write him a “Castlevania: Order of Ecclesia” story with Shanoa. Heh, I didn’t play that game (DS is still out of my range and my PC is too slow for emulation), but I owe him a little, so I checked the web, finding some things about that game. So I’m sorry if I made any mistakes. Please, tell me about them, as well as about any language or grammar errors, I want to make that story good, so critique is recommended.

Story contains F/F sex, dom, and of course is for mature readers only. If you’re not 18, stop reading now, for your own good.

Castlevania: Order of Obedience

Shanoa walked into the next room of the Dracula castle. It was different than the other ones, instead of constant smell of old, this room was filled with sweet aroma of the flowers. Vampire huntress halted, looking around. Something wasn’t all right there, but what? Flowers were hanging from the walls; they all had very strong, sweet scent. Most of them were roses. She smiled. Little piece of heaven in such hell, finally. At the beginning she thought that it’s some kind of trap, but now she was sure that there was nothing suspicious there. There weren’t any enemies, so maybe, it was a good place for rest?

Dark haired woman made a step, when she heard laughter. Not any kind of mad laughter, typical to the enemies she encountered previously, rather melodic laughter of girl. She looked around, but again, there was nothing.

“Who’s there?” – Shanoa asked, holding a sword in her hand, ready to strike. Was that another villager, imprisoned by Dracula?

“He, he he…. The grass is soft…” – she heard a laughter again, this time with high, soft voice. Shanoa looked at the floor, yes, cold stones weren’t there, and floor of that room was full of green, juicy grass. It looked very soft and nice.

“He he he… why don’t you remove that stupid shoes and let your feet relaxes… he he he…” – melodic, silent voice came again. Shanoa wasn’t sure if it’s not only her imagination. Yes, since she saw that grass, she wanted to touch it with her bare skin. She took of her long, knee length heavy leather boots. Touch of the grass was amazing, she made few steps and her feet felt amazing, feeling cool, juicy grass against them.

“He he he…” – voice came again from another part of room. Shanoa turned there, to see girl with pink hair and clothe painted with different colors. She had long dress and with even smallest move, material was shinning and shimmering with lights and colors. Girl had pink, glass heels on her feet.

“Who… who are you?” – Shanoa found that she has problems with making a sentences. The air was thick, smell of flowers was around, filling her lungs with every breath.

“Who knows and who cares, he he he…” – grinned girl as she came close to confused vampire huntress – “Don’t you think it’s pretty place?”. Shanoa couldn’t see trail of pink hearts coming from girl’s fingers, dancing around dark haired woman. When they were close to her head, they were popping without the sound, but more of them were still coming.

“Yes, but…” – Shanoa wanted to ask about something, but pink haired girl was running her hands all over Shanoa’s body, softly and gently, rather brushing than really touching her skin through the material of the clothes and armor.

“But… I…” – Shanoa tried to say something, but girl put her finger on woman’s ruby lips – “No, no words… he he he…. Just no words… dear…” – she hugged her gently.

“No words, no fight, no stupid magic…” – girl whispered the words to Shanoa’s ears while she was brushing her knee between woman’s legs, turning confused vampire huntress on – “No more troubles, long journeys, death and blood. He he he… why not to stay here with me?”

After these words she suddenly kissed Shanoa. That kiss was something that dark haired woman never experienced before, it was just so good. She closed her dark eyes and begun to return the kiss as best as she could. It was stupid that she suspected that girl at the beginning. She was so good for her. Shanoa really wanted to be with her forever. She was drinking sweet nectar from her lips, enjoying the pleasure.

“He he he” – girl broke the kiss and made a step back – “Why don’t you worship my legs? They so long, so pretty, they yearned to be adored by you, he he he…”

When girls slid her dress, revealing her incredibly long legs, Shanoa felt hotness inside her young body. Without the second thought, she knelt on the grass. Her hands quickly touched the soft, white skin of the girl, caressing it with her fingers. First she was using only her hands, but girl’s skin was so pretty that she quickly begun to kiss them, leaving trails of her saliva on girl’s bare, milky skin. She removed girl’s glass heels, licking and kissing her feet and sucking her fingers for her heart’s content. Girl was grinning, seeing vampire huntress adoring her feet. Shanoa gave similar treatment to both of them, spending lot of time on kissing, sucking and caressing them.

“He he he… why not to remove these useless clothes, dear?” – asked girl. Shanoa thought that girl was right, why she had to dress her warrior clothes there? She removed her breast plate, then unbuckled her blue clothes, leaving herself only in bra and panties. Shanoa noticed wet stain on her panties. They were wet and sticky as she slid them. She reached behind her back and undid her bra, letting her perky breasts free. Her long, dark hair were now her only cloth.

“He he he… what a pretty slave I will have… he he he”

For the first, word “slave” hit Shanoa. Why that girl was calling her slave? She wanted to be with her, yes, to love her, to please her… but… but if she wanted to please her, to serve her then wasn’t it make her slave of that girl? No it was illogical, she wasn’t a slave, she had free will. Why “slave” – she whispered that word silently and found it in her ears like sweetest melody. It sounds so good. “Slave” – she repeated. Then again…

“He he he… yes, my cute, stupid slave… he he he” – pink haired girl couldn’t stop grinning – “Suck my pussy, slave” – she said, this time with different tone. It didn’t sound like beg, rather like order. She sat on the chair, spread her legs and presented her womanhood to Shanoa.

“Yes, mistress!” – cried Shanoa, as she knelt before the girl and pushed her tongue into the pussy, lapping it around. She closed her eyes as juice began to spray onto her face but she kept on licked in sucking. They were now all around her face, but she didn’t care, her only one, ultimate goal was to bring her mistress to the climax. She found her own hands moving all around her body, masturbating vigorously as she was serving the pink haired girl with her mouth. Her mission, her goal to kill Dracula, to save the world, everything was distant and shady. With each slurp, her memory was leaving her. All her quest was now distant, like a far childhood memories, she wasn’t sure if it was truth or the only making of her imagination. Pink hearts were dancing around her head.

“He he he… good” – pink haired girl caressed long, dark hair of the woman who was kneeling in front of hair – “Nice… nice slave…he he he… I’ll reward you for pleasuring me…” out of the grass rose shoot two rose vines, twisting around Shanoa’s body. Small thorns weren’t hurting her much, in truth she didn’t feel any pain. She was way too concerned on her job. Roses were now all around her arms, torso and legs. Green vines went between her legs, as cheeks and covered her ample breasts. Flowers in bloody red and snowy white colors were now everywhere.

“Oh yesss….” – girl moaned as she came, shooting her juices all over Shanoa’s face. Brainwashed vampire huntress kept sucking and licking on the pussy, as her face was drenched with pussy juice, she had no choice to drink most it. She didn’t have problem with that, she loved it. Shanoa moaned each time the pussy pushed into her face forcing her tongue deeper into the slit. Soon, girl came again.

She pushed Shanoa out of her and said “Stand, slave”. Shanoa rose from her knees. She was covered with roses, white and red flowers were now decorating her whole body, along with green vines. Her face was messed with her mistress’s juices.

“Swear your body and mind for me” – said a girl and presented her hand to Shanoa. It was most beautiful hand Shnoa had ever seen. Dark haired woman slipped down on one knee, she brought her head down and kissed the hand as a sign of her absolute submission.

“Give me all your glyphs, you will never need them again” – it was another order of the mistress. Shanoa rose her hands up as the light surrounded her. Glyph after glyph was leaving her body, to be quickly absorbed by the girl. Soon all of them gone, Shanoa was now totally defenseless.

“Now, I will give you a new glyphs, he he he… pretty glyphs… perfect for you… he he he” – grinned girl as she presented a lighting sign to Shanoa. Without any hesitation, Shanoa devoured it. Now, she was starring at her mistress with eyes filled with love and obedience.

“It’s called “Absolutus domination” – said a girl as she presented next glyph to vampire huntress. When woman accepted it and installed, she suddenly felt dizzy, her head was spinning.

“This one is “Memoria Delendo”, he he he, install it, slave” – as Shanoa activated that glyph, her memories begun to leave her mind as quickly as the water is leaving leaky vessel. Now she wasn’t remembering details her mission, but even why she was in that castle. Even Barlowe or Albus… even her own name.

“And the last one” – third glyph was installed on Shanoa’s body – “This one is funniest, he he he… I called that “Sexual heat” Soon, slave, you will find, why, he he he…”

“Gah… what.. who… who M’I?” – asked Shanoa, starring at her mistress with the empty eyes. She wasn’t remembering anything. Only thing clear for her was that this girl was her beloved mistress, whom she had to serve.

“He he he… slave… you’re slave… slaves didn’t need any names…they’re too stupid to have them… he he he… isn’t it cute? You’re my slave, nothing more”.

Laughter of the girl filled the room, as Shanoa felt growing arousal inside her body. Her both nipples were standing proud and hard, wetness was gathering between her legs and her breath become harder. She was literally burning from arousal and wanted to came. Seeing that, girl made the rose vines bind Shanoa’s hands behind her back.

“Slaves can only cum when there are allowed to, he he he” – she said.

“Mistress… oughhh… please, let your slave… uuhh… came” – moaned Shanoa.

“I’ll allow you… he he he… but not today…he he he…” – girl grinned, as she ordered Shanoa to walk to the wall. Roses on her body joined to the roses on the wall, creating some kind of flower cocoon around helpless body of the woman. Her long, unhappy moans of sexual frustration were the only signs of her life.

Week later

Vygol village was burning. Houses were all in ruins, there was so much blood and gore. Death bodies were laying everywhere and ravens have their feast on the carrion. In the centre of that massacre, dark haired girl, all covered with rose vines, knelt. Green vines and white roses were now all red, spoiled with blood of the villagers. Shanoa didn’t care about it. She was kneeling on blood covered earth, starring with empty eyes on her mistress, who was standing beside lord of the darkness, Dracula.

“Mistress…” – Shanoa’s voice was filled with lust – “I did what you want… ohhh.. please… let me… uhhh… cum…”

“he he he…yes, slave, you can cum now” – pink haired girl grinned, as she looked at her lord with pride.

“You did amazing job, Lilith” – said Dracula, looking at the Shanoa, who was now furiously masturbating on the remains of the Vygol. Seconds after her long, animalistic moan of pleasure filled the air, frightening some ravens that jump into the air. Bloody red moon was on the black sky, announcing the world final victory of the Dracula.