Shinichi guided me down the stairs and off to another room, and we came into a large dining room. Seven of the guys were there, and Misao was missing. Gee, I wonder. I saw that John was the one guy missing. The dining room was elegant yet simple. The large table was a dark brown color, along with the eleven chairs, and there was a red tablecloth over it. The walls and floor matched, both being a dark green color. It was different, yet interesting. I sat in one of the empty chairs in between Damien and another black haired boy when Shinichi sat at the head of the table. His chair was black, and the one that was apparently Misao's was a hot-pink color.

"Just say what you want." Damien told me. I felt really uncomfortable in this outfit considering Damien wasn't looking at my eyes as he spoke to me. "It'll appear."

I nodded slightly, a little confused. "Um, Corn Pops?" I said. Damien didn't lie. A bowl with the small yellow crisps appeared in front of me. I smiled and ate them slowly, avoiding the stares from the guys.

I tried very hard not to jump when I felt a hand on my thigh. I glanced up to see the other black-haired dude smirking to himself. His long black hair was pushed out of his eyes, and his bright, shining, silver eyes looked casual as he looked at me. "Hey, there. We didn't get a proper introduction." He said. "I'm Sullivan."

I nodded and tried to look indifferent as his hand slid up farther, toying with the edge of my panties. I continued crunching away at the cereal while the guys made small talk, and Shinichi was totally zoned out. It was kind of funny, but I couldn't appreciate anything at the moment. Sullivan's hand slipped beneath my panties, and ran up my slit. I bit down hard on a Corn Pop, holding in a moan. I was already wet. He rubbed my clit with the tips of his fingers for a second before shoving his pointer and middle fingers inside me. I bit my tongue hard, still trying to look apathetic. It was getting harder while Sullivan rubbed my clit in a circle with his thumb while moving his fingers in and out.

"So, Halle," Ian said. He was sitting right across from me. "How's the place?"

I held in a loud moan when Sullivan scissored his fingers inside me. "Oh, it's good…so, so, good." I moaned, glad I'm not a constant blusher. Ian nodded, smiling, and turned to some other dude next to him.

"Do you like this?" Sullivan asked quietly, his fingers never stopping. I shot him a glare and tried not to speak.

"Hmm." I heard from my other side. Damien had noticed what was going on, looking entranced. "God, this is making me hard." He said to me quietly. He looked at Sullivan, and smiled. One of his hands snaked up my other leg, and before I could protest, slipped under my panties. Sullivan pulled his fingers out of me and instead massaged my clit roughly. Damien forced three fingers inside me, and my vision started getting blurry. I tried to lift my arm to eat, but I couldn't move.

When I came, I bit my tongue as hard as I could, trying to not explode. I managed it, and the two hands slipped out of my panties. I was silent for a moment before I continued eating. After a few minutes, Misao came down, looking neat. John trailed behind her his hair messed up. He was limping slightly. They both sat at the table, Misao in her chair. I glanced at Damien, and mouthed, "Dicks." He smirked.

"Well, good morning, all!" Misao said in an annoyingly chipper voice. It made me want to punch her. Her eyes met mine and raked down my body quickly, making me feel even more exposed than I was. "And morning, Halle." She said, smiling wider. I gave her a little wave, and her eyes drooped. I ignored this and continued eating. Everyone else minus the kitsune was with me.

The breakfast was quiet, minus the quiet sound of crunching and chewing. When it was over, I started to follow the guys back to the slave's quarters. I lingered in the back, worried about what would happen if I reached the place before them. Before we got there, something grabbed my arm and pulled me into a closet. I almost screamed, but a finger was held to my lips.

"Remember the rules." Shinichi said. "I saw you during breakfast. I'm so fucking hard right now." He said. His words alone aroused me. I thought of the rules and stretched my legs apart, a little scared. Shinichi knelt in front of me, slipping the panties down my legs. I kicked them off when they reached my feet, and Shinichi ran his tongue in between my folds and sucking hard on my clit, making my hips buck. He came back up to me, and kissed me hard. I tasted myself on his lips, and this made me even more aroused.

"Let's try something new." He said against my mouth. He pulled me to the ground and brought me on top of him. He placed his hands on my hips and guided them until his cock was pressing against my opening. I sighed quietly, and realized what he wanted me to do. I obliged, sinking down on him slowly. We moaned in unison. Shinichi pulled my hips up and down, helping me a bit while I rode him slowly. My hips went up and down with his hands, and I started going faster. Shinichi figured that I was doing fine and reached behind my back, unclasping the bra and letting it fall from my body. I was too caught up in my task to argue.

He leaned forward as well as he could and took one of my breasts in his mouth, sucking hard. I cried out, and forced down onto Shinichi hard, making him cry out. I felt myself getting closer, but he made me stop right before I came. "Why?" I growled, panting.

"I'm the one that makes you come." He hissed in my ear. "Not the other way around." I groaned, and he pulled out of me. He stood up, pulling me with him. My hand was moving down to finish the job myself, but he grabbed it, growling. I met his eyes, and saw that his were clouded over with lust. "Patience. I need to do something." I saw that this was hurting him too, so I let him do his thing. He closed his eyes and muttered a few quick words, and heat surged through me.

"What happened?" I said suddenly, sad that my orgasm was dead.

"I made it so that you can't get pregnant." He told me. "At least while you're here." I sighed in relief. That had been my one worry.

"Help me come, Shinichi." I said, wrapping my fingers in his hair and pulling on it roughly. He growled and pulled my legs up around his waist. He teased my entrance with his cock, and I moaned in his mouth. Without ever going in, he carried me over somewhere until I was sitting on a shelf. Then he rammed into me, and I cried out.

Several minutes later, we were both sweaty and Shinichi was happy. I got my clothes back on, and we walked out separately. He wanted to remain quiet about it, as he said. I walked nervously toward the slave's quarters, taking slow steps to draw it out. But I reached the door all too soon, and when I opened it, I was surprised.

Six guys were waiting patiently behind the door. I couldn't see Damien anywhere, so I figured that he was with Misao. I stepped inside, and when I heard the door close behind me, I turned to see Ian. He stood blocking the door. As nice as he was, I saw the lust in his eyes when he looked at me. I gulped quietly.

So? Any good? Or should I stop writing smut? I want to know what you guys think.

Halle, tell them about the boys.

Oh yeah, Ian, Damien, Gazini, and Sullivan are all characters that are in another story I'm writing that isn't related to anything. I didn't think that anyone really cared, but I felt a need to get that out there.

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