Keeper of the Harem

A Hayate the Combat Butler drabble collection

By

EvilFuzzy9

WARNING: This fanfic depicts activities of an adult nature between characters who would be minors in the real world. The author of this fic does not endorse such things being done by minors in real life, and in fact strongly discourages minors from reading this, and also from participating in any and all such activities until they are at the age of majority/consent as defined in the laws or customs of their state or principality.

Haremette Diaries:

Athena

I am happy for Hayate. To know that he has finally found happiness and prosperity on his own terms delights me. To know that he has finally moved past the bitterness between us, and the regrets we share, to make a lovely home for so many women, fills me with pride.

He was my servant, once. Did you know that? I found him as a young boy, driven to despair by the circumstances of his life, ready to die in misery.

I took his hand, and gave him a purpose when he lost everything. I taught him and trained him, shaping him into the perfect butler. And along the way I began to fall for him, charmed by his simple nature and earnest good humor.

I fell in love with him, and we could have lived happily together for the rest of our lives in that palace. But I threw it all away in a fit of jealousy, cursing and attacking him over a petty lie.

He had been kissed by a young girl in thanks for rescue from a mad dog. He had not felt it an event worth mentioning, but envy had galled me. Jealousy burned in my chest, and I cast him out of my home and my life, driving him away in a fit of anger.

I regretted my words and my actions almost immediately, but he was already gone beyond my reach. Not until many years later would I meet him again, years I spent wracked with guilt, lovelorn and melancholy.

Never would I have thought to see him again, let alone in Mykonos where I dwelt, long since lost from the holy palace.

But see him, I did, and in grief I went up to him. I threw myself down at his feet, free from the specter of covetous greed which had possessed me all those years ago. Wailing in misery and woe, I tore at my clothes and begged his forgiveness, stripping myself bare in the heat of the moment.

That was when I first felt the touch of Mistress Ayumu, who smiled down at my form and caressed my cheek. The expression on her face was bright and pure – not quite innocent, but with a naked sincerity of motive.

It was not to be mistaken why she smiled when she looked at me, prostrating myself in the nude at Hayate's feet. No deceit or veil was there to conceale the amusement, the desire in her eyes.

All at once I understood.

Hayate knelt down and kissed my brow, smiling serenely at me.

"I don't forgive you, A-tan," he said to me.

For the briefest instant, I felt despair. But then he cupped my chin in his hands, and the warm scent of his closeness filled me up to the brim. All worries faded from my heart, the weight on my shoulders melting away.

"There's nothing to forgive," he continued, earnest and sure. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be here right now. I owe you my life."

"You must be Athena," the young woman next to Hayate had then said to me. "My darling has told me all about you."

I blushed hotly at her words, feeling at once all too cognizant of my nakedness. But she dismissed my cares with a single touch, kindling a fire beneath my skin. I moaned aloud, surprised and aroused by her boldness and skill.

"He is very fond of you, even now," Ayumu Nishizawa spoke to me, her eyes gleaming with a generosity that caused hope to well up in my breast. "That Hayate..."

She fondled me gracefully, masterfully, touching me in ways I had never touched myself. Her lips looked so moist and plump, juicy and tempting. In spite of myself, I longed to kiss them, and to feel them all over my body.

"But I can see why he still speaks so highly of you," she continued, "even after all this years. You are a beauty, A-tan❤"

I blushed, feeling her hands kneading and massaging my ample, exceedingly generous bosom. Her fingers caressed my nipples, teasing them, and her palms pressed down hungrily on my chest.

I must admit that by this point I was quite beyond the point of coherent speech. If I opened my mouth, all that would have escaped would have been a lewd, obscene moan of pleasure. Her hands felt marvelous on my body. I longed for her to touch and tease every inch of me.

"Now, now, Ayumu..." I heard Hayate say. "You should at least ask for permission before doing something like that!"

He sounded cheerful, amused even.

It made me happy to hear him in such good spirits. The fire in my loins reached its peak, and my body tensed at the brink of climax.

My womanhood loosed its joy onto the sand, weeping tears of bliss to be reunited in any way with the love of my life. I came before him, my blossom red and distended, baring the innermost depths of my core to his eyes.

I felt his gaze on my nakedness, and my face burned. I arched my back, whimpering in ecstasy. My legs I spread apart, gasping and silently begging.

"Hayate..." I moaned. "Hayate, my love... I am sorry, so sorry."

I bucked my hips. The heat of my sex was like a roaring inferno, flooding the sands with the fruits of my desire.

"I can never expect you to truly forgive me..." I whimpered, groaning and shivering in the throes of agonizing pleasure. "I used you and abused you, and cast you callously aside... I betrayed you in my envy, and hurt you beyond mending."

My cries were high and clear, now. I was screaming my words for all to hear, who cared to listen.

"I love you, Hayate! I'm so sorry for everything I did! I know you can never forgive me, but... at least take this body of mine as weregild for the misery I left you to, the loneliness and mistrust...!"

Ayumu giggled, and kissed my cheek.

"Well, well, darling..." she purred cutely. "...I'd say this one is more than consenting. Looks like we've found ourselves another sexy concubine, doesn't it?"

I felt happy at her words. It made me glad to hear that Hayate had managed to find such a happiness as this after what I did to him.

"Yes, please!" I begged him. "Take me, Hayate... ohhh, master!"

He smiled down at me, and knelt on the sands. I heard a belt slipping through loops, and a rustling of fabric. Buttons unsnapped, and zippers unzipped.

"If that's what you really want, A-tan..." he said, leaning over me in all his naked glory. "...then I will graciously accept your gift."

I blushed hotly, and arched my spine. A ragged cry tore from my lips, and I urged him – begged him – to come into me.

He obliged, generously and thoroughly, passionately and lovingly.

I am glad for Hayate. He is surrounded by women who love and adore him; women who will do anything to make him happy.

I am just one out of many to care for and pleasure him. I am just one of the countless concubines bound to our master.

And I could not be happier.

For him or myself.

A/N: I procrastinated on this chap for quite a while, half 'cause I knew it'd be one of the more serious ones. But I like how it's turned out, half since Athena used to be one of my less favorite girls in HnG.

...and, actually, it's been months since I've read the manga. Haha, Imma have to catch up on it again at some point...

Updated: 12-6-14

TTFN and R&R!

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