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Master Of His Own Domain (Butterfly and I)

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Super-Earth
Joined
Jan 2, 2011
Location
The Hereafter
Ever since the moment he entered reality along with the other divine beings, none would deny he had a certain air to him. His presence was a heavy one and his glare could pierce even steel. He had acquired a great many names throughout his existence. Fear and respect led to a great many titles. "The Abyss Monarch", was one that seemed particularly memorable to him. "The World Eater", was another one, although he was unsure how he gained the name.

However, despite all his titles, he simply called himself Vant. The origin of the name was unknown, perhaps even to Vant himself. It was a name very few were privy to, including his many slaves. Only those he favored the most were permitted to know his name, and all knew the horrendous things that might happen if they were to disclose his name.

While he was much greater than his simple humanoid appearance would indicate, Vant would manifest himself through an avatar: a tall and brooding man, clad in fine, yet slightly rough black clothing. A thin black beard decorated his face and his hair was short and pure black. His eyes glowed a foreboding red, capable of piercing someone's very soul with just a gaze.

Vant owned a great many slaves, a collection amassed from the many worlds he reigned over. He suspected it was out of fear that worlds gave their finest maidens to him. Such was a good choice: Vant's wrath was known to eradicate entire races.

Vant had taken some slaves for himself. Were he to be staring down onto a world and spotted a beauty that captivated his fancy, it would only be a matter of seconds before she was swept up into his embrace and joined the legions of women in his collection. As of late, he had opted to add a layer of theatrics to his process of acquiring slaves. All were game: haunting dreams, manifestations, and the like. Sometimes, Vant would appear as a stranger and satisfy his prey. Once someone had experienced Vant, their inability to enjoy any other pleasures of the flesh would lead to them finding him.

Yet, for all the women he had, Vant only enjoyed around thirty, allowing the rest to form a great pandemonium. The thirty were his select, one for each day of a solar calendar. His subjects would often anxiously await their night with him, toying with each other for mild bursts of satisfaction in the meantime.

However, for all his pleasure, Vant was bored. The only of his subjects that seemed able to draw him to orgasm were the finest of his nymphs, and all his servants began to assume the same mentality after a while. He was bored, yearning for some source of inspiration once more.
 
It was not only mortal beings that feared Vant. Even those of his own kind worked to make him content in any and all ways. There was always a fear within them that to cross him would mean he would live up to his name "The World Eater" and he may reign terror down upon their own followers, just in spite of them. Because of this, many of the other divine beings did anything and everything they could to stay in Vant's good graces.

When word had traveled of Vant's boredom of the women that usually kept him happy, more then a few of the gods that had been on uneasy grounds with him as of late started to worry. All he needed was one small thing to set him off and their was a chance that he would obliterate an entire village or even world of one of their devotee's. Each of them started to work over ideas on how to either move any impending rage from themselves or better yet, how to lighten Vant's mood to save them all worry.

It was Narsh, the divine lord of pleasure that had the best of plans. The only way to ease Vant's mood was to give him something he lacked. A body with which he could satisfy himself. Narsh knew of only one woman that could answer the call. If Vant had ever seen or known of her before, she would likely already have been within his collection. But Narsh had been shielding this particular woman from Vant's sight until now. Not because he was attempting to keep the beauty for himself. No. It was because the being was his own daughter, born of a love affair with a nymph. Narth had many bastards in the world, more then he really could count, but only a few that he felt the parental instinct to watch over and guide. His daughter was one of them. Especially after the passing of her mother, whom had been one of Narsh's most treasured lovers in his time. He took it upon himself then to make his daughter born of that love for her mother would be well protected and provided for.

It may seem like taking his child to be given as a gift was a heartless act, but he was giving both Vant and her a gift. Vant was about to be gifted with a woman unlike any other he had known before. A being gifted with the beauty and sexuality of a nymph, but the passionate nature and the urge to not only seek but grant pleasure of the very god of pleasure himself. And his daughter was going to be given a chance at something greater then the life her mother had lived. Narsh had confidence in her that she could very easily become Vant's favorite... and more.

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Narsh appeared within Vant's realm, his gift following a step behind him. The figure was covered from head to toe by a hooded cloak. Narsh felt bad having to cover his daughter's stunning beauty, but knew until he explained his reasoning for coming with his fine gift it was necessary. Her beauty could easily distract and he wanted Vant's full attention. "I wish to see your lord and master," Narsh told one of servants that greeted him. "Tell him Narsh has come, bearing a gift for him."
 
The one to greet the duo was a slave with the name of Klarissa, an elf from one of the many worlds that Vant called his own. Vant had long since grown bored with her body and she had been demoted to a mere greeter of guests. She had lost the ability to speak unless it was absolutely necessary. In this situation, Klarissa deemed it wasn't, and kept her fine painted blue lips closed. She nodded, recognizing Narsh as a god instantly and bowed to him silently. She opted not to question Narsh's follower, doing so would be a great offense to him, and she feared the punishment of an offended god.

Klarissa led the way down the many spiraling walkways of Vant's estate. While his domain could very well change with his mood, he liked to keep the design it currently had. Such was that of a small planet, made of little more than floating chambers and stairs, carved from some black substance harder than any rock and sleeker than any metal. The entire realm was rather cold, to the degree that mortals could often see their own breath. Light shone through the cracks of the many chambers and staircases, an ebon light that barely illuminated the strange world. Only Vant's chamber was adequately lit.

Klarissa continued to lead the duo through an endless maze of stairs and impressive domes, having been conditioned to know the path between the entrance and Vant's chamber by heart. It was only after a few minutes of navigating that the trio came upon the entrance to Vant's chamber. A pair of large golden doors awaited them, carved with an exquisite map of the universe and all its planes. Klarissa bowed and opened the door, not daring to set foot forward, for she had been forbidden from once again setting foot in Vant's chamber.

The chamber was a booming one, and rather uncharacteristic of Vant's domain. The chamber was a massive dome with ornate walls, carved out of a strange ebony substance with the occasional splash of an ivory color. Numerous red tapestries decorated the walls, embroidered with endless designs, meanings long lost. The room was lit by a small ball of light overhead, comparable to a sun in intensity. The floor was carpeted with a soft and lush red carpet with similar gold trim. Vant sat at a massive throne at the end of the room.

Scattered across the floor of the room were numerous groups of women of all races: Vant's collection. None were clothed, and all were engaged in depraved acts, each group trying to produce a fraction of the pleasure that was otherwise denied to them when they were not one of Vant's selected toys. A chorus of moans filled the room as the masses of bodies writhed.

Vant's expression changed from his usual bored look to a small smirk when he saw Narsh. Upon Vant's lap sat a girl, demon in origin, with a name of Tieria. She was grinding about Vant's lap, giving her best efforts to arouse him. Vant sat in his throne and watched the newcomers, paying no heed to Tieria's efforts. With a sigh, his eyes flash red for a brief moment, and an unseen force grabbed Tieria. She was flung into one of the many groups of women as Vant let out another disappointed sigh. With a wave of his hand, the mass of people parted, allowing Vant to cross the room to the god and his accomplice.

"I believe I've seen you before, creature of divinity," Vant laughed as he approached the duo. "Tell me, what brings you to my realm?"
 
Upon entering Vant's chambers, both Narsh as well as his daughter were affected within, right down to their cores. As beings of pleasure, this mass of women touching, kissing, pleasuring one another in places, it sent chills up and down their spines as well as a brought a smirk to Narsh's lips as he came forward, meeting Vant half way. It left them to converse right there in the middle of the sexual fray around them. Though, one or two of the slaves could not help was divert some of their attention towards where both Vant and Narsh stood. When the two impressive gods stood face to face like this, it was a sight to behold.

Narsh was first to show his respect, bowing while the still hooded figure behind him did the same, her bow even deeper and ended with her remaining in a kneeling position upon the floor.

"You realm is impressive," Narsh spoke first as he stood straight again. "But I would expect nothing less from a being as impressive as you are. It suits you." The god of pleasure's eyes shifted towards a group of girls still in the midst of their search for the ultimate of joys he knew all to well. "I especially like how you have decorated your chambers," Narsh said with a light air of a joke to his voice. "You have women of ever shape, size, and race. More then I heard the tales tell of. Perhaps then the gift I have brought to you then will not be as great an interest to you as I had thought it may be." Narsh was deliberately trying to peak Vant's interest before he revealed the treasure to him.
 
Vant simply nodded instead of bowing. Eons at being near the top of his food chain had long since jaded him to simple formalities, and he saw no need to give any sort of recognition. Vant was sure that the god who stood before him understood his hospitality by the simple fact that both he and his accomplice were still capable of standing before him. Vant couldn't help but admire the air about the visiting god. The women around the god seemed filled with a stronger vigor and were panting even more heavily. Vant would expect no less from a god of pleasure.

Vant wondered if Narsh was just as jaded as he was. As a god of pleasure, Narsh no doubt had his own fair share of women, and Vant couldn't help but see such a life grow boring. When Vant became too bored, he would rile up conflict, perhaps erase a planet, enslave a race or start a war. Surely Narsh didn't have such a means of entertainment. Vant rather pitied the god for a moment.

Narsh's words snapped Vant out of his daydreaming. Vant let out a slight chuckle. He had little doubts that Narsh knew of his boredom. However, the humor behind Narsh's voice stopped Vant from growing upset about it. He was beginning to take a slight liking to Narsh.

When Narsh finished talking, Vant shook his head and laughed. "It's simply a mess, a great pandemonium", he laughed, causing his voice to boom throughout the chamber, which in turn caused his subjects to cease their activity and look at him. Vant became aware that all eyes were upon him. He chuckled and shook his head. "Nay, not a single one here catches my interest." He commented, making sure the room could hear him. "I know not why I'm so generous to them." He continued. While he sense Narsh would enjoy his quipping, he could tell that the females of the room had become terrified.
 
"Well then," Narsh said, the same amusement in his voice as when he joked of the sexual decorations, "perhaps it will intrest you after all." Narsh moved to the side of his cloaked companion, holding his hand down to her. A delicate hand reached out from among the dark cloak to grasp onto Narsh's hand as he helped her to her feet. "You see my friend, I have heard of your current displeasure with your masses of soft flesh. Now, as the god of pleasure himself, I know how painfully dull life can be at times like that. Can drive a divine being mad really. I have been there, I know. And so, I bring you this gift..." Narsh reached his hands up to push back the hood of his daughters cloak, revealing for the first time her beauty.

From under the cloth emerged a face that could rival the goddess of beauty herself. Her features all, in a word perfectly defined. Her skin was a cream white yet seemed to shiver in the light of the room. Her hair was long and held a slight wave as is tumbled loose, an interesting color of crimson red, though more like a soft fresh rose then a fiery sun, the highlights of it almost like a deep dark pink. Her stunning eyes were just and interesting at her hair for they were the deepest violet color, truly a rare shade. She was a rare beauty.

"Her name is Calista and there is no other like her in any of the worlds you may ever encounter. She is one of a kind... for she is of my very own being." With a nod of his head, Calista unclasped the cloak to let it fall, revealing the rest of her to view. Her body was long, lean, and slender, yet she was gifted with breasts looked like they could just barely fit into a man's hands when he held them. Her clothing was more like a long cloth wrapped around her that hugging to her skin in all the right places to leave a man's imagination to wander. No secrets were revealed, yet promised of paradises to be discovered.

"Who better to help you find a cure to your boredom then a being that is the result of a nymph and the god of pleasure himself?" Narsh asked with a smile.
 
Vant let out a chuckle before shaking his head as Narsh recounted his shared sorrows. It seemed that gods encountered similar problems, a situation Vant was rather unknowing of, due to his isolation from other gods. His eyes lit up at Narsh's mention of a solution. Could this man indeed be a means to escape the boredom that plagued him so? Vant watched eagerly, anxious for the first time in many, many years. The servants around him no doubt sensed his excitement, for their excitement grew as well. However, it was no doubt to Vant that many were concerned as well. No doubt his subjects did not like the prospect of having to compete for Vant's approval with yet another.

Vant bit his lip slightly as the demi-god's robe came off. She had a grace he had not seen among any mortal being. Her beauty even rivaled that of one of the Nymph goddesses he had within his domain. She had a unique beauty about her, one that he had often thought about, but never seen in person. But the trait that caught his fancy most of all was her mysteriousness. Normally, it only took Vant a few fractions of a second to discern and even recreate the identity of one he so chose. But Calista had a strange air about her, giving her a aura that Vant couldn't quite identify. Vant instinctively licked his lips.

Vant let out a chuckle at Narsh's comment. "You tricky dog," he laughed, a slight air of agitation growing in his voice. He felt robbed, having spent many years that this girl existed deprived of her. He would have sought her a while ago, had he known she existed. It was no doubt that Narsh was keeping her hidden from him. Vant turned around and walked back to this throne before taking a seat. "As you should have counted, I have thirty-one girls in here." He explained. "Now, if I were to take this girl, I would have one too many. So, I would like ti impose a challenge upon her. Have her select any girl in the room she so wishes. The both will join me here, at my throne. Then, it shall be upon them to best capture my fancy. If your girl manages to beat mine, I shall take her." Vant explained.
 
Vant glances upon his daughter, who looked to him and nodded to him, "Challenge accepted. Calista..." Narsh directed her towards the piles of women, "Who shall be your choice as a rival for the lord's attentions?"

Calista smiled a little as she bit her lip, gracefully moving across the floor towards them. Her eyes moved slowly over each and every one of Vant's thirty-one women, not visually showing and more interest in one then the other as she walked among them. It could not be overlooked how she seemed to be glowing, standing out among them. At last, she had looked over each and every one of them. Returning to her place beside her father, he looked to her and asked, "Have you chosen Calista?"

"Aye father," she said in a gentle voice that was like soft music to the ears. Her gaze went to look towards Vant himself as she spoke of her choice, "While the wise choose would be to pick the one whom tried to rouse you upon your throne to no success with be arrived in you chambers," she bobbed her head in the direction of Tieria, "what kind of challenge would that truly be?" Tieria did not look at all amused by her skills at pleasing her master being referred to as weak. "And so I choice your slave whom I feel is the finest of your collection." She raised her hand to point to her choice. An elf girl with breasts large as fine melons, blonde locks that where straight and reaching near to her knees. Her eyes were a pale blue. She was very fair to behold. "I choose her."
 
Vant let out a small chuckle which soon turned into a laugh. "I admire your confidence!" He laughed, giving a slight applause to the newcomer. Many of his slaves could not remember a time when the master was so interested in something. Calista seemed to be the first thing in memorable history that actually got him to give a reaction besides that of a great boredom. "I would, however, advise you against mocking a demon." Vant laughed more. "Tieria can be quite the kicker when you make her angry." Vant laughed some more before relaxing into his throne.

"That's an interesting choice." Vant chuckled, seeing her selection. "An elven maiden by the name of Alsyina." He commented, causing an instinctive bow from the elf. "Indeed, her chest is endowed, but your chest seems equally so. I don't suppose you two would mind doing a small comparison?" He requested, interested to see how Calista's conflict with the elf would turn out. The elf was already showing signs of stress. A determination not to lose to the outside began to manifest within her. She would not lose her place in Master Vant's court. She would not allow the demi-god to kick her out.

((Shall you be playing the elf then?))
 
((Yes I shall))

"A fine test to begin with," commented Narsh, clearing having much confidence in his daughter. As leas in her assets she had to offer up to Vant. With a flick of his hand, Narsh materialized a seat for himself in the middle of the room where they had been talking. Reclining in the seat, he smiled to Calista, knowing she was about to do her father proud as she stepped forth.

Alsyina walked forward to stand before Vant on his thrown while on the other hand, Calista seemed to glide forward to take her place before him. The two woman took a moment to look at each other up and down a moment. Their faces were drastically different as well for while Alsyina's lips curled into a worried frown that was trying to force itself into a smile, but failed. Meanwhile, Calista's face was bright and alight with her confidence.

Straightening her back, Alsyina presented her chest forward to be inspected. Meanwhile, Calista's was still hidden from view by the cloth wrapped over her front. Without needing to be asked or instructed to and further, she reached up and started to peel the cloth away from her skin. Unraveling the cloth, her breasts were revealed one little glimpse of skin at a time until the cloth that was her clothing rested only over her lower body. Some girls jaws dropped as they watched. Her breasts were so very high and firm, curved almost to perfection is such a thing could really exist in a mortal being, even if she was a demi-goddess. The tips of them were perky and hardened already as they sat on display. Alsyina's breasts, while larger, were a bit misshapen. At least, they were next to the pair that sat upon Calista's body.
 
Vant shot a satisfied look to Narsh as Calista stepped forward. He couldn't help but be intrigued with the grace that carried her forward. He still could not pin down the air she had to her. Vant had seen a great many creatures and beings in his time, yet none quite like her. It was refreshing, finally being the company of a creature that Vant didn't feel he had instant control over. However, Calista still needed to prover herself to Vant. Vant couldn't help but bite his lip slightly at the sight of Calista drawing her to him. Her chest was quite magnificent.

Vant clapped his hands at the sight of Calista's chest, quite impressed. While her chest was smaller than the competitor's, it was better rounded, and her perfect nipples seemed the perfect decoration to her appealing mounds of flesh. Vant readjusted himself in his chair before preparing for the festivities. "Very well," he announced, pleased. "Now, let us see you earn your place with me here." He ordered. He had faith in Calista, as Alsyina had long since become one of the many subjects that brought him little pleasure. However, Alsyina was an elf, a people that would frequently resort to any tactic to come out before their foes.
 
Alsyina seemed to not realize that he had, without words, dubbed Calista's chest the winner of the first challenge, for she suddenly adopted a look of confidence over her face. It was not the same look that was upon Calista's though. Alsyina looked overconfident in her skills as she got down on her hands and knees, starting to crawl forward to her master as she sat upon his thrown. She rubbed her naked body against his legs like some kind of cat in heat.

Calista's face was very calm, almost serine as she stood back and let Alsyina make her move first. Watching the elf's apporch to the task, she could not help but shake her head at Alsyina's method. Calista's was much more simple then being so bold as to go rubbing those big oversized breasts against Vant. Her hand rose to take the end of the fabric and softly she continued to unwarp the cloth from her body while she took slow steps closer to where Vant sat upon the throne. When at last the long cloth fell limp in her hand, away from her body, she paused to stand fully naked before him. Her hidden treasures were even more perfect then the imagination could picture them. There was a hint of little redish curls in the space where her theighs held her greatest gift for a man. It was a perfect little patch of tempting curls.

While Alsyina continued to rub, her hands brushing over his legs, Calista took a moment to just stand there, letting him see all of her. She even turned gracefully to let him gaze upon her firm, round buttock, shaped just as perfectly as her breasts on the front of her. After a few moments, she turned again and when she found that Alsyina had climbed her way between his legs to start rubbing her head upon his thigh to try and excite him, Calista found little room for her to get her hands upon Vant. That was fine. Touching was not her first game plan anyway as she started to dance before him. Their was no music she moved to, but one could almost just watch the slow, gracefully movements of her naked body as she seemed to float seductively before him, using the long cloth that had once been her clothing as a prop in her dance... and hear the very same song she danced to within her own mind.
 
((Sorry! I died for a little while! I'm back now!))

Alsyina's crude methods did little to satisfy Vant, or even provoke his imagination. He sat, still and content to totally ignore the Elven maiden. It was only after a few minutes of unsuccessful writhing that she gave up, resigning herself to defeat and beginning to develop a sense of fear for what would happen to her. She had never seen someone ejected from Master Vant's harem after they had left, and a lump was welling in her throat for fear of what would happen to her.

Vant, however, was giving no thought at all to Alsyina's fear. He was transfixed, staring at the Demi-God's captivating dance. While his other slaves were attractive, she possessed a grace unseen by them. A grace that actually captivated Vant, instead of simply filling his minor fantasies. For once in eons, Vant was not in perfect control. He had lost himself, falling into the dance.

It was a few moments in that Vant noticed his foot was tapping to the demi-god's rhythm. He nodded, realizing the one thing that her splendid performance needed: music. He with a simple will of his mind, the walls began to melt, changing shape to Vant's desires. A performance hall formed, a crowd of the finest musicians from the boundaries of Vant's imagination manifesting and producing a rhythm unheard by any other source. Vant included a crowd of many slaves, pulled from the farthest corners of his abyss and forced to watch.

The woman deserved an audience, and Vant would be dammed if he didn't recognize that.
 
The tune Calista was hearing within her mind seemed to be the very same that her musicians began to play. A slow, intoxicating melody, exotic just like her rare skills seemed to be. She moved with a grace and a confidence within her body yet there was still something so very humble about her. Especially in her eyes once they glanced his way. A smile crossed her lips when she noticed that he sat transfixed upon her. And alone. The elf maiden was not in sight.

Calista danced her way closer and closer to where he sat. Not rushing or racing to his side, but making it a tempting show with her casually slow pace. Soon she was within an arms reach of where he sat, but she made no further advance towards him. It was not proper to touch a god such as him without his permission. It was not proper to touch a master without his command. Even though he had not spoken his choice out loud yet, she knew as she continued to dance before him that she had won this contest. The look upon his face was all the answer truly needed.

Her father sat back, watching, and proud of the fruit of his loins. She was everything her mother ever was and every thing he was all rolled into one. It was almost a shame to hide her away with Vant in his domain, but that was perhaps the best life a bastard of a god could hope to have.
 
(So. Guess who's not dead? Ideally, I'll finally be back on here for good, circumstances allowing)


As Calista began to dance more and more, Vant found himself wishing the band away. Their instruments faded away as the members once again vanished into the eldritch mess of his kingdom. Vant began to clap, first slowly, before finally speeding up the to the tune of the song that the demigod was dancing too. Before too long, the music in both their minds began to fill the air, not coming from any visable source, but instead simply filling the air. Vant felt a smile creeping along his lips. It had been too long since he could remember becoming actually entertained with something this simple.

Vant felt his body began to heat up as she approached him. He at first thought it silly: a god like him not perfectly in control of his form. Yet, something about her was waking up some bestial side to him, a simple and passionate side; a total opposite to Vant's usual cold and detached demeanor. As paused, Vant gave her a simple nod. Of course she would need permission, but Vant never simply took what he wanted. He allowed it to come to him.
 
Suddenly, it seemed as if time itself started to warp about them. Calista's arm started to reach out in what seemed to be like a slow motion. Her limbs all moved in the most graceful motion as her hand reached towards him. Anticipation filled the air as she reached, reached, reached and then just ever so slightly, the very back of her hand brushed across his cheek. The touch was soft and strangely sensual even though it was more a brush then a touch. Eyes locking onto his own, a smile just as soft and sensual as the touch gracing her lips.

And that was it.

No sooner had the touched started then time seemed to speed back up to it's normal pace once more and she pulled back, going back into her dance before him. The moves only seemed to intensify as did the music in air. It all became faster and faster and before long she was spinning. Going and going and going until at last she fell to the ground into a deep bow before him, the music ending her dance.

There was a silence through the room in the moments afterward until Narth himself broke it from his sit across the room, "Well... has my daughter won your attention?"
 
Vant felt a warm pulse fill his body as she touched him. It was like pure electricity pulsing through the air. It was a memorable moment for him. While he had collected other girls who tickled his fancy, this was the first in many, many years who actually excited him. Her dance had nearly aroused him, although he had more pride than simply to show it.

Narth's interjection made Vant's eyes flash with rage for a second. How dare the interloper entered his moment with Calista. However, he did owe Narth something of a favor. Vant quickly suppressed the idea of devouring him then and there. "Leave." Vant ordered the god. He did not wish for the girl's father to be there for what he intended to do.

"The rest of you may watch. Nothing more." He said, his voice echoing through the entire realm.
 
Narth rose up and started forward, the chair he had been sitting upon vanishing like a fog into nothing ness. He approched his daughter, reaching his hand down to take her own, he knelt to her level. His hand brust over her cheek a moment before kissing her on the forehead, "Be well my child..." he told her before standing again and looking towards Vant.

Narth suddenly seemed to be more threatening as she stood here, his words laced with proper airs yet a hint of warning within them, "She may be your slave now, but never forget that she has always been and will ALWAYS be my daughter..." Those parting words were laced with a hidden meaning. Calista might belong to Vant now, but Narth would still always be her father and mistreatment of his child would not be well received.

Narth turned and started to walk away, his form fading away into the same misty fog like the chair had before he was gone all together, leaving Calista behind in Narth's care.
 
"You're free to leave", Vant reinforced as the god approached the two again. Had he been even slightly less elated, it would have been the end of the god on the spot. Vant was eager to get to his fun, and saw no need for Narth's formalities to get in his way. As Narth left, Vant felt a low laugh escaping his throat.

Finally, he stood up to address the chamber. "She's passed the audition, but I feel it's time for the new one to earn her worth", he laughed, before donning a slightly more relaxed position in his chair. "The rest of you: watch. Perhaps there's something you can learn yet." Vant adjusted himself so he was directing staring down the demigod.

"Very well girl, it's time for you to earn your keep. Entertain me."
 
Calista had been standing with her back to him, having stood to watch her father fade away into the mists of nothing, leaving her alone then. She was a strong girl, but for the first time in her life now... she was completely alone. Her mother had been with her since her birth until mortality at last had caught up with her. At that point her father had returned into her life to keep her company when he could and even then her surroundings of nature had kept her company. But now? Taking a moment to take a breath, she turned, her face and body language showing no hesitation or nervousness within her as she started to walk slowly and gracefully towards him upon his throne.

As she stopped before it, she bowed to him and spoke once again in that sweet voice that sounded like a sensual song, even when just speaking simple words, "What shall be my boundaries my lord and master?" she asked before preceding into doing something she should not.
 
If nothing else, Vant admired the girl's courage. She was not here willingly, although her attitude would suggest otherwise. Most girls sold to Vant for favor were utterly terrified, yet this girl remained strong. It was interesting, to say the least. Vant found himself wondering if she finally would snap, and how utterly afraid she was here. He grinned slightly as she approached him.

Vant chuckled before adjusting himself on his throne. She had been the first to ask that question: most simply stood before him, awaiting orders. "Put on a show. An entertaining one." He laughed, dragging out the word 'entertaining'.
 
Entertainment was what he wanted and entertainment would be what he would get. She only hoped the kind she could provide him would be to his liking. Something to wet his taste buds for what she was sure he wanted in the end. Still naked as she stood before him, she gave him a slight bow of her head, "As you wish my lord and master..." she to him before her hands started to move upon her own body. With no clothing left upon her, she could not strip any further. And without permission to touch him, she would not dare cross that line. That only left one thing to do. Touch herself to excite her master. Perhaps tempt him to want to touch for himself. Her soft hands brushed over her flat stomach, slowly tracing their way upward between her high, plump breasts. Her fingers stretching wide as they wrapped themselves around her own breasts, gently giving them a little squeeze that induced a light moan from between her lips.
 
Vant reclined in her chair a bit, biting his lip. Although he would love to ravage her on the spot, he decided to keep the spectacle going for slightly longer. He appreciated her discretion. Indeed he had not given her permission to touch him, and doing so would have meant grave consequences for her. He decide to prolong her permission by a little while longer. He wanted to savor her show a little more first.

"Feel free to use them", he laughed, guesting to his legion of slaves. He was interested to see what the nymph would do to them.
 
A warm yet somewhat mischievous smile crossed Calista's lips at that moment. Her eyes trailed to this numerous slaves, that smile never leaving her lips as she seemed to eye them all up. One had to wonder that kind of thoughts crossed her mind that brought that smile upon her lips. It was bright and friendly. The kind of smile that could melt a cold heart or perhaps ignite passions even. She eyed the slaves for a long few moments before turning her eyes back to him, the smile only seeming to grow more confident, "Perhaps another time. I should like to prove this first time that I need no assistance in pleasing my master. If that is acceptable to him that is..." her hands started to move back down between her breasts, heading to her lower half of her body.
 
Vant began to laugh. Not his usual, haunting laugh. This one had a degree of approval to it. While he had no intentionally been testing her, were this a test, she would have passed. He was impressed in her confidence in her own skill; a confidence that Vant was beginning to think was fully justified. He chuckled as he leaned forward, eager to catch what she did next. Even though he was in a position in total power over her, she had captivated him.

"Very well, let us see what you can do alone", he laughed.
 
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