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Flan having other plans!
Flan capturing lolicon outsiders that fapped to her!
Flan forcing them to fight for her hand in marriage!
Flan happy with her new husband, Anon!

Flan has been moody after your recent adventure into the human village, you barely knew what to make of it given that you didn't understand why Flan even cared that you talked to a friend. You knew she didn't have friends so having you was something wonderful and wanted to keep you to herself but you didn't understand why she got so mad even when you merely talked to another girl. Perhaps she thought you'd spend less time with her? You could understand the pains of a good friend being torn away but it still struck you as odd.

You were sitting around the small two person table in Flan's sealed room playing a game of hanafuda during a break in Flan's studying session. Naturally you were able to beat her entirely but you played just hard enough to let her feel like she outwitted you and relieve some built up stress not only from studying but from the past few days of her being moody. She scared you at times, where once some gentle words and treats were able to get her docile enough to guide her in studying, exercise, or play now she seemed too barely listen to you giving you glares at times as she mulled something over rubbing the necklace you gave her the other day at the market between her small and deceptively strong fingers.

Just as Flan was about to win her "hard earned" victory over you she put down her cards causing you to stare at her a bit quizzically but you said nothing as the cold look in her eyes seemed to broker no argument. She sat there glaring at you for what was only a few seconds no longer rubbing her necklace as became habitual in recent days sending warning bells through your mind with your survival instincts forcing your throat to choke out, "I-Is there something I can do for you.... Lady Flandre...?". The child like vampire stood up without saying a word before walking to your side of the table, she grasped your cheeks filling her hands as she moved her face in close to you her eyes directly gazing into yours. To say it made you uncomfortable would be an understatement.

After keeping you in suspense and immense mental discomfort with her predatory eyes staring into your soul she spoke up her voice soft and betraying no emotion, "Why... Why do you insist on talking to other girls? I'm all you need you know? Are you dissatisfied with me? Are you broken in the head?". You couldn't process the questions all the way but you were able rattle off a reply despite your confusion... "You mean... my old friends..? I just... I just like talking to them? You know I only serve you... I-I haven't even played games with anyone else...". You felt odd, knowing you had nothing to apologize for but still taking on a guilty tone as Flan pressed you. Flan stepped back a step letting her hands fall from your face as her gaze fell to the carpet.

"I see... so thats why..." she nodded to herself and muttered something under her breathe, you only heard the words, "...Patchy... book-... -as right...". Just as you were about to relax yourself Flan walked up to you unnervingly fast and before you had a chance to blink she hefted you over her shoulder like you were a rag doll and before you had time to yell out in surprise she threw you onto the bed with contemptuous ease. You landed on your face, you were a bit dazed but not hurt as the plush bed broke your fall and by the time you turned yourself over Flan was on the bed as well crawling towards your prone form. Your subconscious didn't let your foremind realize what was happening until it was too late, Flan was over you, her porcelain arms sunk into the bed on either side of your shoulders locking you place as her legs veered off to the side of you, you knew there was no escape as the thought of 'Ah so this is how I die' rung in your mind. However, Flan's cold words made her intentions clear, "It seems you really are broken in the head... So i'll make it clear, you are MINE and MINE ALONE."

A faint blush crept on the edges of her cheeks but no further as she straddled your face lifting the hem of her dress over your head, "A foolish dog like you deserves to lick its master at her request!". You almost burst out laughing at that recited line from one of Patchy's lame "erotic" book but you knew better and with a "Yes Lady Flandre..." you grasped her thighs guiding the bloomer-clad waist of the girl you saw as family to your face. In more ways than one you felt weird licking the puffy slit through the pure white cloth holding her faint aroma, your mouth and tongue caressed it in the red tent you found yourself in as Flan squirmed in your grasp. You weren't especially experienced but Flan was even less so as you heard her breathing heavier, you displaced the bloomers and with a yelp of, "H-uh? W-" you licked the alluring pussy of the girl you call your lady.

It didn't take long for Flan's breathing to go ragged and heavy as with a silent gasp she fell forward, with her crotch pressed on your face and body collapsed in a heaving pile you both lay there in silence