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Master Of His Own Domain (Butterfly and I)

A hint of her smile remained upon her lips as she seemed to changer her focus back to the task at hand she had started moments ago. Her hands both trailed slowly down her body, seeming to head straight for the space between her legs. Yet before reaching it, they moved instead to either side, down her legs. Almost like drawing a circle around the area with her hands. They crossed paths and trailed back up her thighs once more and rested at her belly button a moment before one hand started to slip back up her body. The other stayed at rest at her belly. The moving hand trailed it's way back up between her breast again and to stroke at her own neck a moment. While attention was drawn that way though, she slipped the other hand downward and just every so slightly brushed her fingers over her womanhood, "Mmmmm..." she moaned ever so slightly as he nipped her lower lip.
 
Vant was utterly captivated. His hands gripped his throne tighter, smashing one of the armrests entirely. He ignored the falling shrapnel as it hit the ground and dissipated, intent on watching her performance. She was teasing him to a great effect. Normally, he disliked being teased, but there was something utterly magical about how she went about doing it. Unaware to Vant, the room was heating up to match his mood, the temperature rose by a noticeable amount.
 
The sound of the throne scatter made even the highly composed demi god flinch slightly though she did not look up to see exactly what the sound was. Just the slightest flinch in her body before she kept her hands moving. The feeling of the air heating around her started to effect her as a light layer of sweat started to glisten upon her skin. It was more his other slaves that seemed to be annoyed with the sudden heat as they all fanned themselves and whimpered about how uncomfortable they were. Calista did not utter a word of complaint. In fact she only went further to make herself hotter still. And the only way to do that of course was to take two of her little delicate fingers and slowly slip them between her pussylips.
 
Vant slouched back in his chair , obviously aroused. He found himself clapping, impressed with how well she had played off her tease. His claps filled the room. He wished silence upon the complaining slaves. How dare they interrupt this magical moment? Some slaves on the reaches of the crowd were equally as impressed with the girl's performance as he was, and they were squirming about, eager to relieve themselves of the tension built up by such arousal, but unwilling to progress without their master's permission.

Vant took a slight notice to them before a smirk crossed his face. 'It appears you're going to be making quite a mess', he laughed, continuing his slow clapping.
 
She paused a moment to glance in the direction he had just looked as he made that comment. A similar yet much lighter laugh crossed her lips as she turned her attention back to him, giving a slight shrug, "What my actions do to them is no concern of mine." She started to move forward, heading straight for him until she stood within reach of his hands. "My only want and need is how my actions cause you arousal master." She stopped and smirked as she rose up her fingers to his lips, letting him see the wetness upon them a moment before she pushed the fingers between her lips and sucked her own juice from them.
 
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