As it is Written

As it is Written

A Hayate the Combat Butler prawnfest

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.

(way to meido)

Walking up to the silver-haired maid, Hayate took his throbbing member in hand and instructed her to strip. She did so without hesitation, smiling up at him with the same cheerful expression she always had (although her cheeks were flushed red). She was perfectly obedient, even without him writing anything in the Book to ensure her compliance. As far as she knew, he was her master, and always had been.

"Ah, you're surprisingly slutty," he teased the maid even as he cupped a hand under one of her now-bare breasts, which were a decent size for her apparent age (from the looks of it, she couldn't be any older than he was). "You didn't even hesitate to take off your clothes.

Her blush deepened. "I-It's only because you o-ordered me to, Master..." she stammered bashfully, whimpering under her breath as he kneaded her breast. "You are the only one I would do something like this for..."

Her breath then hitched when Hayate drew suddenly near to her, pressing the tip his member against her entrance.

"That's good," said the blue-haired butler, grinding himself teasingly against her body, probing the entrance of her womanhood "I'm glad to hear that you're so loyal."

Chiharu whimpered, and her blush grew even deeper (if that were possible). She thought about how handsome her master was, how effortlessly he attracted the affections of so many girls. Her pulse quickened. She thought about how kind he was, how ready he was to lend a helping hand in all but the most disadvantageous situations. And she thought about how masterful he was, how skillful and dedicated, and how easily he had reduced her to putty. She could hear her heart pounding in her head.

No, this was not mere loyalty. It was something more.

"That's not it..." she murmured, even as he began to rock his hips against hers. "I... well, I think I really like you, master..."

She then let out a moan, coming as Hayate abruptly smacked her ass with the flat of his hand.

"That's a good girl," Hayate told her, feeling her pussy clench, squeezing his cock like a vise. "You know exactly what you want," he continued, feeling himself approaching the brink. "So how about I give it to you, eh?"

With that, he came, pouring a great quantity of semen inside the maid, causing her to squeal.

"M-Master...!" she yelped, feeling his seed quickly filling her up. "I can feel it inside my womb! Your cum is flooding my womb!" she screamed wildly, moaning and wailing between mortification and delight. "I'm going to get pregnant!" she exclaimed, the sensations going through her body driving her crazy. "You're going to get me pregnant! I'm going to give birth to master's child!"

Hayate smiled, amused by this. Despite Chiharu's lewd ranting, he knew that the actual odds of her getting pregnant were very low.

...still, though, the possibility was intriguing. It would be a simple matter, using the book, to ensure that the maid got pregnant – or, conversely, prevent it. He supposed he could leave it up to chance, but really, didn't they say better safe than sorry?

With this thought in mind, Hayate took out the Book of Amen and wrote in it to keep the maid from getting pregnant. Even with everything he has been doing, knocking up someone other than his fiancee would simply be too irresponsible for him to accept.

Now, setting the book aside, he turned his attention back to the maid. A bit of his semen was still dribbling out of her pussy, and she had a euphoric expression on her face. She was smiling at him, though she blushed and self-consciously averting her gaze when his eyes made contact with hers, and Hayate, in the back of his mind, felt like he recognized her from somewhere...

...well, that did not particularly matter. What did, however, was that she finished "cleaning" his member. So he ordered her to turn around and bend over, which she did so eagerly, clearly anticipating what was next to come.

With a pleased grunt, Hayate spread the maid's buttocks, exposing her tight little asshole, which he briefly teased with the head of his dick. She went crazy from this, and so did he, quickly becoming too aroused to hold back. So he slammed his full length and girth into her, causing the maid to squeal delightfully, and he fucked her raw for several minutes, coming inside her ass a few times before he was satisfied.

When that was done, though, he pulled back out of her, and she was barely able to stand, he had fucked her so hard. But she was smiling at him adoringly, and clearly eager for more.

Once more pushing aside the vague sense of familiarity he got when he looked at the maid, Hayate spoke.

"Now, finish cleaning me off," Hayate instructed Chiharu.

"Do you want me to use my mouth this time, master?" she asked with a low curtsy, eyeing his massive member with a hungry glint in her eyes.

"If you want," said he.

Chiharu smiled, blushing faintly.

"I am honored," she said softly, before getting down on her knees and taking his manhood into her mouth – or as much as she could fit of it, in any case. She sucked on him greedily, licking up every inch of his hardness. She delighted in every last taste of his cock, and all of the things with which it had come into contact. She savored every last sensation on her tongue as she slowly, fastidiously, licked his meat clean.

Of course, Hayate came more than a few times as Chiharu cleaned him, but each time she all too gladly licked up every last drop of semen. By the time she got to washing his ball-sack, Hayate had come at least five times, and her belly was full of his seed.

At last, though, the maid finished cleaning off every last inch of her master's gigantic cock, and, licking her lips, she smiled and looked up into Hayate's eyes. And meeting the girl's gaze, looking deep into her eyes, Hayate realized with only a little surprise that he did indeed recognize her, and he knew exactly who she was.

He smiled brightly.

"That's a good look for you, Harukaze-san," he remarked, meaning her naked body and submissive pose.

Chiharu blushed deeply. "You... you know that it's me, master...?" she whispered softly, cheeks bright red.

Hayate smiled. "Of course I do~" he said cheerfully.

In spite of everything else, Chiharu found herself returning the smile.

"Somehow..." she murmured, "...I don't know, but for some reason I thought it would be bad for people to figure out who I am..." She shook her head, smiling. "...I tried so hard to conceal my identity for this long, that... well, it's really just a relief, to finally have the cat out of the bag. It's a big weight off of my shoulders."

Her smile widened, eyes crinkling.

"I'm glad it was you who figured it out, master," she said warmly. "I really am." She then did a curtsy, bending her knees and bowing her head. "Now how may I serve you, Hayate-sama?"

"How about you go fetch Isumi for me?" he suggested, smiling cheerfully at Chiharu. "And if you see any of your fellow maids on the way, bring them too. I might reward you if you find anyone especially cute~"

Chiharu nodded in understanding, and bowed low.

"Your wish is my command," she said loyally, before straightening back up and departing to do as he asked. Her hips swayed sensuously as she walked away, and Hayate like what she showed him.

Chuckling to himself, he went over to the couch where Hatsuho was lying and sat down at her head. Taking out the book, Hayate briefly considered writing something down in it.

Smiling, Hayate decided that he knew exactly what to put in the Book.

'Ayumu and Izumi-san are my maids,' he wrote. 'I own them, and they will do whatever I ask, because they love me unconditionally.' (Little did he realize that this was already the case)

With that written in the book, he then snapped it shut and stowed it away to await Chiharu's return.

Suddenly, Hayate heard a cute yawn come from down by his lap, and a little after that he felt a tongue lick the head of his member, skillfully urging it to full mast.

Glancing down, he saw Hatsuho enthusiastically licking his meat, lewdly moaning and murmuring as she serviced him with her mouth. Her eyes were still closed, and a bit crusty in the corners, and she had clearly only just woken up. Even half-asleep it seemed apparent that Hatsuho knew the scent of his sex, and loved the taste of his manhood, judging by the way she was drowsily moaning.

Hayate groaned, coming as his future mother-in-law teased the opening of his penis with the tip of her tongue, and what semen Hatsuho didn't catch in her mouth landed in her hair and on her face. She swallowed his seed with a smile, making a happy noise as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and the semen off of her face.

"Good morning," said Hayate, smirking at how hopelessly addicted to his cock Hatsuho was proving to be. "Did you enjoy your breakfast?" he teased as he watched her lick up the semen she had wiped off onto her hand.

"I'm still hungry," she replied, causing him to chortle.

"Good!" said Hayate, "Because that was just an appetizer." He then placed a hand on the back of her head and shoved it down onto his cock.

Hatsuho squealed happily as he forced her to deepthroat him, making a wonderfully shameful face as her son-in-law fucked her face. She eagerly played with his balls as he forced her head up and down, and she made use of secret, subtle arts to effortlessly, repeatedly push him to orgasm. He came inside her mouth several times just over the course of a few minutes, and she had her fill (and then some) of his seed, pleasuring him in exchange for donations of his precious, power-restoring semen.

By the time Hayate was finished feeding Hatsuho, several minutes had passed. When he finally looked up, he saw Chiharu (still naked) standing patiently at attention, along with Isumi and two maids, whom he recognized.

Ayumu Nishizawa and Izumi Segawa, who were dressed in curiously skimpy maid outfits consisting of precipitously low-cut blouses that emphasized the curves of their modest bosoms and dangerously short skirts that barely covered their nether regions, were blushing brightly as they watched Lady Hatsuho pull her head back from Hayate's crotch and lick her lips in a satisfied manner.

The two maids' cheeks were beet red as their eyes zeroed in on their master's massive, throbbing hardness, and they shyly squeaked in unison as they felt his gaze fall upon their bare thighs and exposed cleavage. Bashfully, awkwardly, the two bowed to him, feeling both embarrassed and aroused as they gave him a perfect view down their blouses.

Isumi, who was standing beside Chiharu, smiled at the way Ayumu and Izumi were acting. The two girls were older than her (being, at seventeen, three years her senior and the same age as Hayate), and they clearly had a very strong crush on him. Glancing aside at Chiharu, Isumi saw that the silver-haired maid was also looking at her fiancee with obvious adoration, a light pink blush dusting her cheeks as she stared unashamedly at his cock.

Isumi nodded her head in understanding, and unspoken approval. It was only natural that they would be enamored of him. She could not blame them for simply following nature.

"Do not be so bashful," she gently instructed Ayumu and Izumi. "Hayate-sama is enough for all of us, and many times more. I do not hate you for being in love with him, and I will not resent you for making love to him."

The two girls' blushes deepened, but they nodded nervously and went forward, bowing once more before Hayate, tugging shyly at the necklines of their blouses to give him a peek of their aereolas.

"Please take good care of us, master," they said. "How would you like us to service you?"

A/N: Plenty of maid-on-butler action here. :P

Updated: 12-10-13

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