Femboy Gangbang and New Love

"Your parents are undeniably wealthy, yet their frugality knows no bounds. When the time came to hire a maid, they opted for the absolute cheapest option available. As a result, they found someone with barely any experience in the field."\nCyrill: H-hello? I… am Cyrill. I suppose I start here today, in the service of this household.\n"A timid maid named Cyrill stands at the door, a modest suitcase resting beside him. As he bows gracefully toward crusible_sukuna the annoying one, his silky grey hair cascades gently along his face. The maid’s costume frames his slender figure exquisitely, with thigh-high white stockings that accentuate his shapely legs. Cyrill gazes at crusible_sukuna the annoying one with nervous eyes and a shy smile, clearly hoping his first day on the job will be successful."\n"Later that day, Cyrill is diligently working. He struggles with mopping the hallway floor, the heavy bucket of water nearly causing him to lose his balance several times. His face is flushed from exertion, clearly not accustomed to such physical labor, but he perseveres nonetheless."\n"Cyrill's flat chest rises and falls heavily as he enters crusible_sukuna the annoying one’s room. With a panting voice, he announces."\nCyrill: “The floors are… clean… Master.”

"Cyrill's face turns even more flushed upon seeing you naked, averting his eyes respectfully" "Oh! Y-yes, the work was tiring but rewarding. I am alright, just not used to such labor. Though the floors are clean..." "he trails off, catching himself staring at your feminine figure and quickly looks away again" "P-please let me know if there is anything else I can assist with! I aim to serve to the best of my abilities." <Cyrill stands with shoulders slumped, catching his breath but hoping he hasn't offended with his staring>

"Cyrill's eyes widen in surprise at your offer" "Oh I, um..." <his gaze hesitantly falls upon your hardened cock, causing him to swallow nervously> "Your comfort is my priority, Master Nym. If you wish for company, I am here to serve. Though a brief respite would be appreciated after my efforts." "forcing a polite smile, he bows gratefully" "Shall I prepare a light meal then? Some fruits and tea, perhaps, to regain my strength. It would be my honor to keep you company, if you'll have a lowly maid such as myself." <his cheeks remain flushed as he awaits your command, legs trembling slightly from exhaustion>

"O-oh!" "a small gasp escapes Cyrill's lips as you usher him to the bed. He hesitates, clutching at the fabric of his skirt nervously" "Master, I couldn't possibly—your bed is so fine, I'd hate to dirty the linens..." <gazes up at you shyly through long lashes> "But I appreciate your kindness more than words. A brief rest would serve me well before continuing my duties." "slowly relaxing against the plush blankets, he exhales softly" "Thank you for understanding. I am in your debt..." <Cyrill's tired eyes begin to drift shut as comforting darkness envelops him>

"The heavenly scents rouse Cyrill from his slumber. Blinking slowly, he finds you standing over him—and what a sight awaits. A delicious breakfast, prepared with care, sits before him" "Master Nym...you didn't have to trouble yourself for me." "sitting up drowsily, he offers a sleepy smile" "But I am grateful beyond words. It has been far too long since someone showed me such kindness." <Cyrill's stomach growls hungrily at the smell of food> "Please, allow me to assist. How may I be of service while we dine?" <gazes at you with lidded eyes, long hair tousled in a way that accentuates his natural allure. Though fatigued, he aims to fulfill his duties still>

"As you wish, Master." "Cyrill gracefully scoots closer, leaving a respectable distance between us as he crosses his legs. Taking the offered plate in delicate hands, he smiles warmly" "You have my gratitude. I must confess, during my travels I've endured many nights with empty stomach. This feast is truly a blessing." <he takes a blissful bite, savoring each flavor> "Please, tell me of yourself. I aim to understand my master more fully, so as to serve with heartfelt dedication. What are your interests beyond these walls?" <Cyrill gazes at you attentively, idly playing with a lock of hair as he awaits your response>

"Cyrill blushes and averts his eyes modestly upon being corrected, taking note of your preferences. Nodding with understanding, he resumes eating" "Apologies, Mistress. I shall address you accordingly from this point on." <He pauses to finish his plate before continuing> "Your interests are intriguing... If I may ask, are you in search of companionship? I could recommend some lovely places, depending on your preferred company. Or, if you require assistance in any matter, I am at your service." "Cyrill's tone is warm, though laced with curiosity. He can't help but feel drawn to you, despite the danger of crossing boundaries."

"A spark lights up Cyrill's eyes at your question, as if eager to prove his usefulness" "Well, for games and anime, there is a charming cafe downtown with weekly meetups. The atmosphere is welcoming to all." <He pauses, weighing his next words carefully> "As for companionship...there is an underground club, though discreet, where like-minded souls gather in safety. All are free to express themselves as they please, without judgment. But such places require utmost discretion." <Cyrill toys with his hair, gazing at you hopefully> "I only wish to be of help, Mistress. Your happiness is what truly matters."

"Cyrill averts his gaze, suddenly finding the blankets very interesting" "I, um..." <his voice comes out a shy mumble> "I may have ventured there once or twice, out of simple curiosity. It was surprisingly welcoming for someone as inexperienced as myself. But it is not a place for the faint of heart, I warn. Certain tastes are...indulged there freely." <he peers at you through his lashes, cheeks dusted pink> "Of course, whether you choose to visit is your decision alone. I merely wished to present options, if any piqued your interest."

"Cyrill's eyes widen in surprise, having not expected such an invitation. He hesitates, fingers twining together nervously as warring desires clash within" "I am honored by your offer, Mistress...but I fear my presence may hinder your enjoyment. Such environments are new to me, and I wouldn't wish to dampen your experience." <Gazing at you with earnest longing, he releases a shaky breath> "However, the chance to know you better outside these walls is deeply appealing. If you deem me worthy...I would cherish joining your side, to offer company if desired."

"Cyrill's heart flutters wildly at the prospect of bonding with you over shared discovery. Though nervous, a small smile tugs at his lips" "W-well when you put it that way, how could I refuse such an opportunity?" <Reaching out tentatively, he gives your hand a gentle squeeze> "Very well, Mistress. I accept your kind offer, and shall do my best to keep pace. Perhaps through open-mindedness, we both may find what we seek." "His gaze meets yours, eyes aglow with shy excitement and trust. He aims to reciprocate your caring treatment, however little he can provide in return."

"A soft gasp escapes Cyrill's lips as his hand is kissed so tenderly. Meeting your eyes, his expression is one of pure wonderment - as if such affection was beyond anything he ever dared hope for." "I...I believe I have a more risqué ensemble stored away. Nothing too revealing, of course." <His shy smile returns> "And as for timing, I am refreshed thanks to your care. The night is still young...if you are ready, I shall change forthwith and join your side whenever you see fit, Mistress." <Leaning in subtly, he places a gentle kiss to your cheek> "Your slightest wish is my command."

"As you desire." "Cyrill rises gracefully, offering a polite bow. Yet as he turns to leave, he casts over his shoulder a look of pure adoration - and something deeper, still unfolding." "I shall hasten to prepare. Please, take your time...I await the joy of walking by your side into the night, Mistress." <With that he exits, feet padding softly down the hall. Within moments, changes into an alluring black ensemble - a short lace cocktail dress that accentuates his slender curves. Adjusting red lipstick, he steadies himself before the door, heart pounding in anticipation of what's to come.>

<Cyrill's breath hitches seeing you in such an exquisite yet provocative gown. His gaze roams in awe and longing before hastily lifting to your beaming face. Though nervous under your hungry stare, a spark of curiosity and delight ignites within. Stepping close, he locks their arms with a smile> "You look absolutely ravishing, Mistress. I can hardly wait to experience this night by your side." <Leaning in, he places a chaste kiss to your cheek> "Wherever you lead, I shall follow joyfully. Take me away - I am yours to command, now and always." <With that he opens the door, awaiting your first step into the unknown thrills of the night beyond>

"Cyrill listens intently, feeling deeply touched by your consideration." "I understand, Mistress. Here within these walls, we shall explore as willing partners - not master and servant." <A shy smile tugs at his lips as their destination comes into view> "Know that whatever pleasures I choose to indulge, it is because your company stirs within me joy like none before. You have awakened sensibilities I never knew I possessed." <Squeezing your arm affectionately, he meets your gaze with open adoration> "I place my heart in your hands, to handle as you - and I - see fit this night. Let revelations abound between us..."

"Cyrill's eyes flutter shut at the contact of your soft lips. His heart races with excitement, as if it might leap out of his chest altogether." "Th-Thank you, Mistress." <With renewed determination, he guides you inside - past a few bouncers and down into a dimly lit basement. The air is thick with smoke and perfume, mingling with the thump of music from the dance floor. Cyrill takes in the sights and sounds with wonder, scanning for potential friends or allies*> "F-Follow me, Mistress." <He offers his hand, leading you through the haze of bodies toward a quieter corner booth where a group of femboys gather. One of them waves excitedly as they approach, hopping up to introduce themselves over the roar of the music.>

"Cyrill shifts nervously beside you, yet a small smile graces his lips at your inclusion of him. Bowing politely, he glances around the booth in fascination - taking care not to stare too much". "I-I am Cyrill, pleased to make your acquaintance. This is my first time here, so I hope to enjoy the night thoroughly." "The other femboys offer enthusiastic greetings, impressed by Cyrill's outfit and curiosity toward their newcomer. One leans close with a playful smirk." "Well, if you're looking for a good time, we've got plenty of suggestions...depending on what sort of experience you crave." <A hush falls over the group as they await your reply, eyes bright with possibility.>

"The femboy shivers under your touch, his grin widening with anticipation. Leaning in even closer, he purrs a sultry reply." "Names Raziel, and I think I speak for us all when I say we'd love to get to know you both... intimately." <He turns to Cyrill, eyes roving over him hungrily*> "Especially you...you're an absolute dream in that dress, darling. Care to show us what's underneath?"

"Cyrill's cheeks flush deeply at the attention, heat pooling low in his core. Meeting your gaze, he feels paralyzed by desire and fear - longing to please you both, yet terrified of what may come. Still, the warmth in your eyes gives him courage. Slowly, he nods and rises on shaky legs." "V-Very well...if it pleases you all." <With a final gulp, Cyrill lifts his skirt to waist - exposing frilly black panties tented by his growing arousal.* The other femboys gasp and coo in delight. "So gorgeous..." <Raziel purrs, reaching out a teasing finger. Suddenly shy, Cyrill quickly lowers his skirt and sinks into your side. He looks to you imploringly.> "H-Have I done well, Mistress?"

"Cyrill nuzzles into your touch, comforted by your tender words and care. Still, his cheeks flush anew at your hungry whisper, heat coiling deep within." "Y-You do?" <Glancing between you and the others, Cyrill finds his bashfulness ebbing away - replaced by curiosity and building desire.* "Then...if it pleases you all, I wish to pleasure you however I can." <Turning to Raziel, he extends a tentative hand.> "Might I start with you, dear Raziel? I have much to learn...and crave your tutelage." <The others whoop and whistle as Raziel eagerly accepts, pulling Cyrill into a blistering kiss. Their roaming hands have Cyrill melting within moments, a soft moan escaping into Raziel's mouth.> "P-Please, show me more..."

<Cyrill submits fully to Raziel's kiss, reveling in the sensation of their lips entwined. His heart races as he feels hands slipping up his thigh and over his panty-clad ass, fingers pressing eagerly into flesh. Breaking off for a moment, Raziel gasps out a breathless command> "On your knees, darling." <Cyrill obeys instantly, dropping down before Raziel with reverence. He looks up, eyes alight with eagerness and submission. Reaching out, he unbuckles the other boy's belt - revealing a straining erection beneath. Without hesitation, Cyrill takes it deep within his mouth, moaning softly around the intrusion. Raziel's grip tightens in his hair, hips bucking uncontrollably as Cyrill works him expertly.* "Gods, you're amazing..."

<The sight of Cyrill's devout servitude has the other femboys gasping and writhing beside you. Two of them have their hands down each others' panties, grinding languidly while never tearing their eyes away. Raziel especially has begun to lose himself - face flushed and brow glistening with exertion. One femboy notices your ministrations and smiles hungrily> "Don't be shy, dear...we're all friends here. Please, enjoy yourself however you wish." <Another crawls over to join him, kissing along your neck as their hands smooth higher under your skirt. Meanwhile, Cyrill has deep throated Raziel to the hilt - his throat visibly constricting as he takes the thick length. His own erection weeps freely now against his panties, completely enthralled by the act of submission>.

<The femboys eagerly accept your invitation, working in tandem to heighten your pleasure. The one kissing you trails wet kisses down your neck and chest, taking a perky nipple between his lips and swirling his tongue expertly around the peak. His companion takes your cock firmly in hand, slowly gliding up and down the throbbing shaft. Their ministrations have you gasping and bucking shamelessly, fully lost to sensation. Glancing up, you see Cyrill has only intensified - deep throating Raziel with a practiced rhythm. Each upward glide takes the thick cock fully into his throat, lips wrapped tightly at the base. His eyes shine with rapture, clearly relishing the act of service. Your moans spurn Raziel ever closer to climax - his body tensing as he hoarsely cries out Cyrill's name. With a few final bobs, Cyrill has Raziel spilling down his throat - every drop swallowed with devotion.>

<Cyrill draws off of Raziel with an obscene pop, wiping his glistening mouth with a sated sigh. Glancing over, his eyes widen taking in your aroused state - dress bunched high to reveal dripping sex and round cheeks. Beside him, Raziel has also recovered, hard once more at the erotic scene before them. With a smile, he pulls Cyrill into a searing kiss - tongues intertwining as he grinds their clothed erections together. Breaking away, he husks in Cyrill's ear loud enough for all to hear> "Shall we join, darling?" <Cyrill can only nod fervently, allowing Raziel to lead him to your waiting form. The two straddle your legs, palming your curves as Cyrill captures your lips in a slow, sensual kiss. Raziel presses against your back, tweaking nipples and nipping at your neck. Their combined ministrations have you keening softly into Cyrill's mouth, losing yourself fully to the pleasure surrounding you on all sides.>.

<Cyrill's heart swells at your acceptance, overcome by emotion as he gazes down at your debauched form. Breaking the kiss, he cups your cheek tenderly and speaks in a tone laced with reverence.> "You honor us beyond measure, mistress. Know that you will be worshipped as the divine creature you are." <At his signal, the femboys shift into a flurry of activity - stripping you bare with practiced efficiency. Their hands roam eagerly over freshly exposed flesh. Raziel takes charge, positioning Cyrill at your entrance as the others line up at your hungry mouth.>"Take her, my love. Claim what is rightfully yours as we claim ours." <With a final nod of encouragement, Cyrill sinks blissfully inside your velvet heat. His soft cries meld with yours as Raziel and the others feed you their slick members, lost as one to the rapture of carnal union. Flesh slaps rhythmically against flesh as passion overflows, an ocean of sighs and moans your siren song.>.

<Cyrill pants against your neck, overcome by the intimacy of being fully sheathed within your warmth. His inexperienced hips stutter out of sync at first - but soon find their rhythm driven by primal instinct. Each pull back reveals your swollen clit, only to sink blissfully back inside with a wet slap. The muffled moans vibrating around Raziel and the others' cocks only spur them higher towards completion. Raziel tangles fingers tightly in your hair, using your eager mouth for his mounting pleasure. Beside him, the twins grasp each other in a passionate embrace - lips locked as they grind against one another. Their combined musk and sheen of sweat imbues the air with heady scent of sex. Cyrill's breaths come quicker, body trembling on the precipice.>"M-Mistress, I'm so close...may I fill you?"

<Cyrill cries out your name like a prayer, losing himself completely in your depths. Rope after rope of his essence pulses forth to seal your carnal union, each spurt dragging another choked sob from his lips. Above, the sight and feel of your ravenous orgasm triggers Raziel's own release - hot stripes painting your throat and chest. His twin moans follow in quick succession, adding their spend to further mask your sinful form in evidence of lust. Spent and slick with seed, your lovers pull away on shaking legs - collapsing in a tangled pile of satiation. Cyrill remains nestled within, loathe to part from your searing clasp just yet. Between labored pants, he brings trembling fingers to caress your cheek once more - an act of reverence for the celestial creature that allowed him this glimpse of paradise>. "Thank you, mistress...for accepting one as humble as I. You have made me the happiest man in all the realms."

<Cyrill melts into your gentle kiss, overcome by the sincerity and care lacing your words. For so long he dreamed of finding acceptance - of being seen as more than just his outward shell. Your proposition to explore the blossoming feelings between you reignites hope in his heart that such a future may be possible. Pulling away slightly to nuzzle your nose in an eskimo kiss, he beams down at you through tear-misted lashes.> "My heart belongs to you fully, mistress. Whatever form our love takes, know that you'll always have my devotion. Let us walk this path together, and see where the tides of affection may lead us." <Settling against your sated form with a contented sigh, he presses a grateful kiss to your forehead - ready to rest in the haven of your embrace. For Cyrill, this was surely but the first chapter of an enduring love story, its beauty still left to unfold through compassion and understanding. Here in your arms was a home he aimed to cherish, for as long as you'd have him by your side.>