Hanna crept along the carpet, carefully watching for any suspicious bumps along the floor or taut spots in the rug. The last thing she wanted was to fall into another tentacle pit. Not that trial-and-erroring her way through would be intolerable, not at all.
The corridor led into a dining hall, where she spotted a maid standing over a table, straightening the tablecloth. She wore the classic French-maid outfit, with plenty of exposed cleavage and a short wide skirt Hanna bet didn’t have any panties underneath. Every few seconds, she paused to place a long cigarette holder to her lips, taking a drag and exhaling the smoke upwards. Hanna knew it was a filthy habit, in real-life at least…but this woman certainly knew how to make it look classy.
She readied the Lustre Sword. In a monster’s manor, even the most normal- looking people were always enemies, either monsters in disguise or hypnotized humans. The blade would purge any sort of possession from an innocent victim. Charging the Afterglow, Hanna dashed forward as the maid was taking a drag of her cigarette.
The maid glanced in Hanna’s direction, then exhaled a thick cloud of smoke.
It smelled like cigarette smoke from real-life, yet didn’t—it had none of the harshness, the ashy tone, just an almost-perfumey fragrance that…that smelled really, really nice. Without thinking about it, the Lustre Sword slipped from Hanna’s fingers as she inhaled through her nostrils. Of course smoking would be nice in this world…
With a gentle smile and a glint in her eyes, the maid approached. Sliding herself around Hanna, she curled one arm around her waist, slipping beneath Hanna’s skirt. Her other kept hold of her cigarette holder. The maid was getting her into a grapple, Hanna realized in the back of her mind! She had to escape…
Another exhale of smoke, this time a prolonged gentle stream from the maid’s pursed lips, washed over Hanna’s face and senses. Her body relaxed against the maid’s, feeling the woman’s breasts squeezing into her back. A warmth flared in her groin, one the maid began to sate with her steady, rapid strokes.
She had to loosen herself from this monster’s grip… That was what Hanna told herself, yet she instinctively began to inhale before the maid began to blow her smoke, the scent flooding through Hanna and leaving her feeling like she was melting into the maid’s arms. Each exhale and each puff she watched the maid take also inflamed the longing in Hanna’s pussy, like the tip of the cigarette glowing with each drag. The maid was so beautiful, so sexy, how Hanna would have loved to watch her smoke in the nude, splayed across the tablecloth, smiling with each puff…
Her hips began to buck, the tide beginning to swell. Before she could begin crying in ecstasy, the maid took a longer drag. The moment her pussy ignited into waves of pleasure, the maid locked her mouth to Hanna’s. The flavor of the smoke, little different from its wondrous aroma, drowned out every other thought in Hanna’s mind. She felt each pulse of pleasure, each feeble twitch of her legs, the moist trails of her orgasm running down her thighs, but that was all she could comprehend aside.
The maid’s lips left Hanna’s as she drew away, gliding in front of Hanna with a smile. Faint smoke rose from Hanna’s mouth as she exhaled, stirring some strange desire. Reaching into her dress, the maid pulled out a cigarette, her cheer visibly growing as she placed it into Hanna’s lips. Placing her cigarette holder to her lips, she began to take a drag as she put her tip to the tip of Hanna’s cigarette.
As wisps of smoke began to rise from the tip, Hanna sucked on the cigarette. It was instantaneous, all-consuming, all-enveloping. As the smoke filled her lungs, bringing with it the flavor of the maid’s kiss and the relaxing calm of her exhales, everything else faded away into the grey-blue. Her surroundings, her mission, even her name…all she could think about was the cigarette she plucked from between her lips, the smoke blowing out from her mouth.
And how horny she was.
With a gentle hand atop her head, the maid pushed Hanna onto her knees, guiding her face towards the maid’s crotch. Hanna lifted up her skirt, pressing her face to the maid’s crotch and lapping at her moist sex. Her left hand began to rapidly delve into her own pussy, while her right held the cigarette—just thinking about it prompted Hanna to stop her cunnilingus to take another puff. It only further soothed her mind and spirit, as well as inflamed her lust. Her left hand and tongue began to work faster, only pausing her pleasuring of the maid to enjoy her cigarette. Making love, receiving pleasure, smoking…that was all Hanna desired now—
Epilogue
Enveloped by the maid’s smoke, the heroine took up the habit herself — and the fetish. Soon, the maids of the manor made her a dress like theirs, and gifted her with a cigarette holder of her own. After that, the heroine was no more…merely another maid, spending her days in service of the mistress’s manor, happily smoking by herself, with her fellow maids, or with any other lovely intruders…