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Journeys of a Demon's Daughter // Nobody x Cherubian //

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For someone who claimed to have goals as altruistic as hers Tarona sure was quite liberal in handing out death threats. Which left a slight nagging doubt in Verialyn whether what she claimed it to be truly was her full agenda. But this was neither the time to voice her irritation nor the traces of scepticism. There was another matter at hand.

Maybe she was influenced by some of her most recent experiences. Whatever it was, on the issue of that slavery law proposal her opinion matched that of her secretive host. Becoming all business like Verialyn therefore began to inquire further, with her hands folded casually in her lap. "Assuming that it is in your best interest that I succeed, maybe you can give me a bit more information? A name to that face would be a start, as would be knowing the date when he intends to put forth this proposal of his. Plus of course anything that could offer an angle to approach him. Where he lives, weaknesses, vices, the usual fare..."

Maybe there was a nonlethal method to resolve this, though in this particular case she shared the rather terminal view Madame had expressed previously, and she would be willing to employ extreme and final means to solve this particular problem.
 
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The mask did not change, but she was sure she could see a hint of a smile in the madame's eyes. "Information gathering is part of our work, but we can give you a starting point. The man's name is Issyer ro Noen. The next council meeting is in five days, that is the earliest opportunity for him to formally make the proposal and we believe he will take it. He lives fairly close to the docks, in the same quarter that your current 'employer' resides. As for where you can find him, many of his business ventures bring him to the slave market. For pleasure, he fancies himself a connoisseur of the arts. I would suggest that you start there."

She sipped some more tea, watching Verialyn carefully for a few moments before speaking again. "May I ask your first thoughts as to how you might proceed? Or would you prefer to keep your hand hidden?"
 
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"I can see no point in being secretive here." Verialyn flat out admitted. "You do know the city better than I do, and since we are on the same side a second opinion might quite probably find noteworthy flaws in my plans." For this matter, at least, she had indeed resolved herself to a policy of full disclosure.

"The way I see it there are basically two ways to go about this. Either I find some way for the man to abandon his plan, likely blackmailing him with a secret he'd rather not reveal, or I kill him." That last part came out as casual as the rest. "Him ending up dead will of course cause more of a stir, but if it is the only way to solve this problem ..." There was a certain edge in her voice that betrayed how she was willing to make an exception from her usual preference for nonlethal solutions in the case of a man eager to legally enslave children.

"Now for either, the first intuitive approach would be to play on his fondness of physically attractive females. Approach him, try to get introduced to his place in one way or another, and start gathering information. However, this is quite risky since five days are a very short time to find some information powerful enough to sway him from his path, and that is assuming it is there to be found in first place. If that fails, however, and I have to resort to the alternative, many eyes will have seen me close to the man shortly prior to his death. That, combined with how word might have gotten out about the events at the Azdak estate yesterday, will paint me as a likely suspect. And that is not something we want, do we?"

Verialyn pauses for a moment, studying the masked madame, before continuing. "Which brings me to an alternative. Avoid any public relation with mister ro Noen. Sneak into his place at night, masked of course ..." she pauses briefly, smiling, before she adds "a usual mask, black cloth, slits for eyes and mouth, matching wardrobe, that stuff ... well, sneak in and either end him or intimidate him. Maybe the threat of someone easily capable to show up in his most private and protected bedchamber in the middle of the night will scare him good enough, though depending on his character that is unlikely and a more certain approach is warranted." She had brought up that last option for good reason, as well. While she might not look like it at first glance, her illustrous career – and especially one stay in a faraway land where she also perfected her unarmed technique – had made her quite proficient at that sort of activity.
 
Torona nodded slightly and noncommittally, betraying neither acceptance nor condemnation of Verialyn's plans. "If you would prefer the first approach, we can provide some slight assistance in temporarily altering your appearance, allowing you to get close without the risk of becoming known," she began, "but of course, whether or not you wish to even accept our aid is entirely up to you. As for the second approach, the risk of course lies in finding your way into the man's home without being detected. And if he should choose to call out for help, the risk lies in escaping from the home and finding a safe haven." She was silent for a moment.

"The first path seems to be the surer way to get close enough to strike, or to find information that can be used against him. But it carries the risk of being public, that your identity may become known as a suspect should anything unfortunate occur to him. Of course, that would only be the case if he is known to have been murdered." There was little hesitation in using the word, and she continued on. "The second path is riskier, less sure of success, but removes the possibility of being publicly known and identified if all goes well."

Somewhere there was a faint chiming, Torona looking up with what might have been annoyance. "It seems we have only a few minutes more," she explained before looking at Verialyn again. "Shall I ask my associates to see what they can do about a disguise? It would not be anything you could no do yourself, but may perhaps save you some time, and perhaps apply it more skillfully?" There was something of a questioning tone in the last comment, as the madame clearly had no idea whether or not Verialyn was skilled with that sort of thing.
 
The suggestion about the disguise was worth considering. In principle. Assuming her associates could pull it off good enough. Verialyn knew little about the possibilities, as this was one of the skillsets she had not acquired in her illustrious career, often opting for direct infiltration along the lines of burglary. So far that had worked well enough.

“You know your associates better than I do, so you also know better what they are capable of.” She therefore began, voicing her concerns “Will their disguise really make it impossible to remember me afterwards? My body offers significant assets besides my face, after all.” Her eyes ever so briefly wandered down to her bust. Its volume, quite exceptional for her slender frame, had served her well so far, but the uniqueness of her proportions might make it possible for her to be recognized. “And will that disguise hold even under … intense and intimate contact?” Another way of saying ‘a rough fuck’.

“Either way, I fear I have other obligations today, and it would rise suspicion should I miss them. So if your offer stands I’d rather take you up on it another time.” Time, that was a good one. What time of day was it?

“And … it would also be helpful for me to know how long I had … rested.”
 
"I have come to believe that nothing is truly impossible," Torona said after a moment. "They are quite skilled at maintaining a change in appearance even under the most vigorous circumstances, and can offer some advice as to how to minimize the risk of detection, but there is always the chance that the observant will notice similarities."

She set down her teacup, nodding slightly. "The offer stands, and will be made available up until the moment you succeed or fail at this task. Should it be necessary, you can always stop by our establishment for the offered assistance. While it may have seemed longer, you were within our care for no longer than an hour before awakening. I do hope that it did not prove to be an inconvenience."

Her head tilted slightly, as if listening to something unheard, then finally stood. "Now, if you will excuse me," she said politely, another masked woman entering the room with a small bundle of Verialyn's clothes and belongings. "I am afraid there are other tasks that demand my attention, and there is little more we can tell you that would not defeat the purpose of this exercise. And I do apologize, but it would be better if you consented to be blindfolded while you were escorted from the tunnels."
 
Was there even an option? It was admittedly understandable that this strange organisation would prefer to keeep its secrets for a bit longer, and Verialyn had no intention to throw a tantrum because of it. The whole visit so far left a bit of a gnawing uncertain feeling in her stomach, but there was no denying Madame had a potent tool at her disposal, and she would be better off cooperating for at least a while.

"I have no intention to violate your customs, so if you prefer to use that blindfold, proceed." Slowly she extended her arms to receive her wrapped up dress and further posessions "Should I get dressed beforehand or afterwards?"
 
"Please, go right ahead," the madame said as she stood. "Whenever you are ready, my associate will guide you out and back into the city." She bowed her head respectfully. "It has been an honor. Good luck," she said calmly. Finally the madame turned away, leaving Verialyn alone with the woman who had brought her clothes.

Any attempts to start a conversation with the woman ended with nothing but silence. It wasn't until Verialyn was dressed and declared herself ready that the woman stepped forward to put a blindfold about her eyes, leaving her blinded to the world. A hand took hers, gently guiding her forward, a soft voice warning her about steps and turns. Whether the tunnels were bast and incomprehensible or the route was deliberately circuitous to keep her confused, they walked in seemingly random directions for about ten minutes before Verialyn heard a door opening, the sound of women's laughter and men's groans telling her that she was back in the brothel. The hand left hers, the sound of a door shutting.

Silence for a time, no one moving or speaking around her. When Verialyn eventually removed the blindfold she found herself back in the same room where she had found the secret door, the girl who had met her at the door dozing peacefully on the bed with a sheet pulled over her nude form, clothes scattered about the room. It looked exactly like a brothel room that had just been thoroughly used. There was no trace of anything untoward; were it not for the chill of the underground still clinging to her skin, the whole thing might have been mistaken for a dream.

No one would question or impede her if she left the brothel, nor make any mention of what had just occurred. It seemed that the organization took great care to appear nonexistent outside of secured locations.
 
Verialyn took another few moments to patiently wait and study her surroundings, half expecting someone to barge into the room, or some other seemingly random but secretly arranged event to happen. Only when the calm persisted without incursions did she finally drape the blindfold over the backrest of a nearby chair and begin to walk towards the exit.

What now? Likely the most opportune course of action would be to return to Xorien's place. Get ready for that prophet's event tonight, and time permitting maybe meet up with Arthour or someone else and learn a bit more about the city and its inhabitants and customs. Xorien in particular. Keeping her ears open for anything about Issyer ro Noen woudl not hurt, either, but she better be very subtle there.

That resolved, she finally pushed down the handle - not before instictively giving it another quick scan for hidden poison needles - and stepped outside.
 
The door was free of any traps she could find, the door easily opening to let her out into the hallway. The brothel seemed much as she had left it earlier today, the sounds of female sighs and male laughter echoing softly from the rooms. The older gentleman she'd seen earlier seemed to have caught the girl he was chasing, playfully struggling as she was pulled by a leather leash into a nearby room.

After a moment's thought she recalled the way back down to the lobby, descending down the stairs to hear the sounds of argument. A rough-looking man with a body suited to hard labor, similar to the numerous sailors and dockworkers she had seen within the port city, was arguing with the bouncer while three of his friends hung around the lobby, ogling the girls who responded with playful winks. "And I say it don't matter how we're dressed," the man said loudly, "our money's good, and we want some high-end tail."

The bouncer's eyes narrowed. "Keep your voice down, sir. Even if you were dressed acceptably, our prices-"

The dockworker just grinned, holding up a leather pouch and pouring out a handful of small gems into his hand. Verialyn recognized them as the ones Arthour had called tears, each worth a hundred golden drakes. Her grasp of prices in the city was admittedly inexperienced, but from the bouncer's widening eyes it was certainly far more then he expected such a man to have. "Like I said," the man said with a grin. "Our money's good."

"Hey," came a voice from behind her as an unnoticed fifth man suddenly snaked an arm around Verialyn's waist. "How about this one?" He smelt of alcohol, sweat and seawater, a grin on his rough face as he pulled her close. "Check out these tits!"

Instantly the bouncer frowned; she could see he was about to throw the lot of them out for daring to assault a visitor of the Madame.
 
Verialyn was momentarily startled by the stranger's hand on her hip, her whole body going rigid for a moment. As soon as her quick mind had caught up with the situation, though, that changed and her muscles loosened, changing her posture into one far more relaxed as she turned to face the dock worker close to her, look up into his weathered face and grant him a smile. The seconds of silence allowed her to quickly assess her options.

Of course she could clarify that she was not in fact working here, and walk away. Or maybe this was another test by Madame? No, that seemed decidedly unlikely, which however still left it as an opportunity for her to demonstrate some of her skills. Or at least earn some additional currency, seeing how the men were in a spending mood. And maybe she would learn about the origin of their riches, and even be ablle to use that knowledge to her advantage in the future? Plus, in a way she felt flattered by the man's crude but definitely sincere compliment. All these musings were assuming the brothel staff would accept her spontaneous participation. And would arrange for a room to conduct the deal in. The best way to find that out, though, was to throw the ball back into their court.

"So ..." she therefore replied in a sultry but playful tone, flashing him her pearly white teeth as she spoke "... you would like to get to know me better?" As she spoke she slightly pulled back her left shoulder, in the process presenting the attention gathering body part even more favorably as her right hand rose between the two of them, the back of her fingers lightly brushing over the worker's stubbled chin.
 
The bouncer's righteous fury was halted by her sudden acceptance, an eyebrow rising slightly as he watched her. For a man hired for his muscle he seemed to be an expert at nonverbal communication; she could see the question in his eyes, demanding to know if she was sure as the currently rich dockworker looked at her with a grin. "Fuck yeah."

"Yeah, baby," the one with an arm around her said with a grin, his teeth stained brown with tobacco. His eyes were glued to her breasts, his other hand slipping around to grip her taut ass. "You wanna party with me and my boys? Show you how real men have fun, give you what those limp-dick noble shits never could."

Already the other men were starting to approach, drinking in the sight of her body as they added their own crude compliments; clearly these were men used to dock whores who would fall to their knees for a few coppers. As playful as the other girls had been she could see their relief that the men's attentions had refocused onto her, and were now watching with some curiosity and amusement.

"You heard her," the rich one said to the bouncer, looking back at him. "How much for the big-titted whore?"

"...The girls set their own prices, plus the house fee," the bouncer finally said quietly, glancing over at Verialyn. The message was clear; if she intended to go through with it, then he would play along. Assuming that, as always, the house got its cut.
 
"Well..." Verialyn began, the seductive smile still lingering on her lips. In a way the one holding her close and already starting to inspect her behind was right. This would definitely be a change of pace for her, although few of her recent bedmates could be described as 'limp-dick'. Still, a bit of rather crude conversation to go along with what shaped up to become rather base rutting - could be fun. Her only concern being that apparently all five intended to have their go at her. That coudl turn out to be a bit much, but hey, she was a tough girl.

"... why don't you show me how much you appreciate ... my assets ... by making a worthwhile offer?" She had a vague idea of the usual prices charged in these houses, but letting the customer place the first bid had the potential to increase her profit even further.
 
The dockworkers approached until four of them were surrounding her, every one of them reaching out for a handful of her luscious body. Several hands crawled over her legs and rear, a few reaching in between her and the man who held her to get a handful of soft tits. "Tell you what, baby," the leader said with a grin as he approached, holding up his purse and jangling the money within. She didn't hear the jangling of metal coins, which made her think of the small gems. If the entire bag was filled with such, then it was more money then men like this should have earned in decades of working the docks. "You keep fucking, we'll keep paying. Merck?"

"Right," the one with an arm around her waist said with a grin, the other men taking a step back. Suddenly his hands were around her waist, easily lifting her up and hauling her up over his shoulder, supporting her with a hand firmly on her rear. The position also put her feet very near his groin should she dislike the situation, but the men were already cheering as Merck made a beeline for the stairs and the rooms upstairs.
 
Verialyn was doing her best to ignore the free samples the dock workers were helping themselves to and about to maintain her sultry seductive demeanor while replying "If you keep paying what I am worth I will ..."

She got no further than that before she was swept off her feet. Above all she found the crude directness of the men amusing and entertaining, and so as she was turned in the strong mans hands before her stomach finally ended up on his shoulder she let out a surprised playful yelp, followed by light hearted and good natured melodious laughter. Her legs floundered only slightly, never close to hurting Merck's private parts, more another playful gesture on her side, while her hands on the back of his belt supported her enough to keep her head up, observing her surrounding as they passed by instead of repeatedly hitting the man's back with her face.

"You are quite a direct one" she finally commented, a small attempt to strike up something of a conversation as they traversed the corridors with her in potato sack posture.
 
"Sure am, baby," Merck said with a grin, his thick hand squeezing her tight rear. "And you're gonna see just how direct I am all night long," he added with a laugh. There was a chorus of cheers from the men, three of them following behind with wide grins while their leader led the small parade up the stairs and down the halls, occasionally trying the doors they passed. Some were locked, others opened to reveal clients and ladies who weren't always disappointed to have visitors. But finally a door opened to reveal an empty room, Merck thankfully ducking so that she wouldn't bang her head against the doorframe.

The room was larger then the one Verialyn had been in before, a truly massive bed taking up much of one wall while numerous chairs and sofas ringed the open space in the center. There was a similar curtained off area in one corner; who knew what else it might hold. Despite the opulence and wealth around them the men only had eyes for her as she was set back down upon the floor, and it seemed as if they might have swarmed her had their lead not spoken up.

"So," the lead man said with a grin as he tossed the money pouch onto an end table beside one of the couches, settling down in it. "I'm Rikk, you've already met Merck, and these are Poul, Lars, and Dev." The men nodded as each was named, following Rikk's lead and taking their own seats to form a ring around the room, with Verialyn left in the center. "And when we pay this much we expect a show, right boys?" The men chorused their agreement.
 
Verialyn struggled very briefly as she was quickly and apruptly put back onto her feet, her arms flailing to keep her balance. A quick grip to one of the bedposts, though, and she had stabilized, taking a solemn step forward to position herself right into their middle.

Keeeping her back straight and her whole posture upright, enhancing her physical assetswhile trying not to appear arrogant, like the slightly slanted shapely leg standing out sideways from under the slit in her dress, or her breasts hanging even more proudly under the silken fabric as it spanned over them with her shoulders put backwards subtly she let her eyes wander over all five of her suitors. A pity in a way, she would have preferred a more intimate moment with each of them, but understandably when so much money was on the line she had to compromise.

"Since you boys call the shots" she therefore replied to Rikk with a wide grin "maybe you could tell me what sort of show you would want to see. I am all ears..."
 
"Show us your tits!" one of them immediately shouted out, several more rough suggestions being called out. "Spread them legs, bitch!" "Start frigging yourself!" Agreement and cheers accompanied each call, the men shifting in their seats to make themselves comfortable. Already she could see each of them sporting a fairly impressive bulge, Merck and Poul untying the laces of their pants until their thick cocks could spring free. Poul's was fairly average, but Merck's shaft was just as big as the rest of him, standing tall even as she did nothing but stand there.

"Come on, you're the whore," Rikk finally said, giving her a wicked grin. "I want to see you get yourself nice and worked up for us," he chuckled, leaning back in his seat. "Show us just how much you want to get fucked by some real men, right boys?"

There was a chorus of agreement.
 
‘You don’t want an honest answer to that, boys.’ Verialyn commented wordlessly to herself regarding Rikks latest comment. Otherwise four of the five might end outside the room, struggling to hear some moans through the closed door. Now that was an amusing picture, and it helped her to continue her lascivious smile as she began to move.

Not to remove any clothing item, though. Instead she took two steps towards the table on which Rikk had rested the pouch, and as nimble fingers began to untie the closing straps she commented light heartedly “It is customary here that the men show their appreciation in advance.” Already thumb and index finger dug inside and lifted two tears, only to drop them into a nearby bowl of carved crystal. That should pay at least for her strip, and likely for some more. A glance into the still amply filled pouch prompted her to add “And I see a lot of potential for appreciation left. Seems you really struck gold.”

Still with her low cut back to her audience she then began with her performance. Standing mostly still both hands slowly crept up the opposite arm until her fingers could curl around the shoulder strap and start to pull downward. Just before the cloth would slip beneath her thick and already erect nipples her right hand moved to her chest, fixating the dropping dress in place. Her upper body halfway to being bare, she turned again and strode back to her previous position. She did so in a slight arc, though, one that brought her close to enough to Poul for the fingers of her left hand to casually and lightly brush against his attentively upturned manhood, sliding along the shaft before leaving with a graze over the swollen head.

Back in the center of attention Verialyn started a slow three hundred sixty degree turn so all five men would get a nearly equal view of the proceedings. Those now consisted of her hand leaving the fixating position on her chest, and consequently the upper part of her dress began to slide, glacially at first, but inevitably both massively fleshy orbs including their crowning buds, came into view, and not long thereafter the flimsy silk was hanging around her hip, leaving only bare skin above. By then she had interlaced her fingers high above her head, atop her outstretched arms, as her body began to sway sensually in a way that extended into a hypnotizing jiggle of her two glorious globes, and considering the nature of her suitors she also added a few taunting jerks of her hips into the mix.
 
The moment she reached for the pouch Rikk's eyes narrowed, and as her fingers dipped inside he seemed ready to leap out of his chair and snatch the cash away until he'd had his fill of her body. But when she simply dropped the tears into a nearby bowl he slowly relaxed, leaning back in his chair even if he continued to glare up until she stepped away. "Plenty more where that came from, slut," he finally said, the grin returning to his face. "We might be making this a regular thing, up until I decide to just buy you outright."

More cocks appeared as she slowly made the circuit of the room, Poul's thick shaft jumping slightly when she brushed her fingers against him. Merck was the largest of the five though Rikk was only slightly behind, Lars and Dev older men with pudges in their bellies and gray in the thicket at the base of their shafts. Rough calls accompanied her every move, sharp whistles piercing the air as they cheered.

She could feel every eye in the room upon her, the rough dockworkers surrounding her shamelessly staring at the show. "Fuck yeah, baby!" "God damn, look at those fucking tits!" "Lick your boobs, whore!" Every one of them had a hand upon their shafts now, slowly stroking their hardening lengths as their gazes crawled over her exposed form. They obviously enjoyed every one of her motions, especially the jerking of her hips that made her huge breasts jiggle and shake. "Get naked, bitch," came a command from Rikk, a wide grin on his face. "Let's see the rest of what we're paying for."

"Come here, cunt," Dev suddenly demanded on the heels of Rikk's order. He grinned, a few teeth missing from his smile. "I wanna suck on them fat udders."
 
“You want to buy me?” Verialyn’s laughter was heartfelt, melodious and light hearted as she briefly threw back her head, causing the cascade of her raven black mane flow to the left and right along her back. “Even all the gems in that bag would not be enough for that. So unless the five of you got really lucky …” and with that she let the sentence trail off.

Instead, keeping her undulating motions and the tantalizing jerking of her pert behind, she slowly approached Dev, her knees bending slightly more with every step she took to approach him until the swaying mountains of flesh hanging from her chest were on level with his face. As she did so her thumbs had hooked into the bulge of silk massing around her waist, and in the rhythm of her pelvis she began to pull downward inch by inch, slowly sliding it over the firm roundness of her behind. By the time Dev’s lips were merely a foot away from her nipples she had the dress down to her knees, wrapped around her joints and a mere push away from sliding all the way to the ground.

“Mooo…” she mockingly tried her best cow imitation, looking straight at the grey haired man who had requested her presence “ … here they are.”
 
All five of the men laughed at her mention of getting lucky, the hidden meaning obvious to every one of them. But while four of them seemed to be chuckling along with her words, there was something different about Rikk. She was sure that his laugh was at her, that he thought it funny that she didn't think he would be able to afford her. It might have been because he knew just where to get the money, or it may have been because he still thought she was just a slightly more expensive whore. "We'll see," he said with a satisfied smirk before settling back in his chair, his hand slowly stroking his cock as he enjoyed the show.

Dev was grinning widely as she approached, his eyes glued to her swaying breasts despite the treasures being slowly revealed with each step. The other men were far more appreciative, several of them calling out just what they'd like to do to her tight ass. The old man before her was barely able to restrain herself, and the instant she presented herself he suddenly jerked forward in his chair. Winkled, bony hands sunk into the soft flesh of her breasts, his head falling forward to hungrily lick and suck upon them. His wet tongue slid all around the tops of her tits before falling to her nipples, roughly pushing them together to take both her nipples into his mouth at once, sucking and nibbling upon the sensitive nubs.

A hand reached back to wrap around her waist and tightly clutch her firm cheeks, trying to pull her forward into his lap as he groaned into her body. "Fuck them titties, Dev!" Poul called out, the old man's cock lurching slightly at the idea.
 
Verialyn smiled down at the grey scalp of the man who at that moment was so very occupied with her ample bosom. It never failed to delight her when she got to see the enthusiasm her perfectly shaped body evoked in others, especially those past their prime for whom such a show of virility was something more extraordinary than for a hormone filled strapping youth.

As his grip on her butt began to draw her towards him she was quick to – one leg at a time - step out of the remnants of her dress, at the moment bunched into a low heap around her ankles. Her full mobility restored her thighs parted and she followed the man’s lead.

Precisely directing her bottom Verialyn got to sit on the man’s legs right above his knees, and only very slowly giving in to his insistence she slid upwards and closer inch by inch, making sure to accompany each little progress with another seductive sway of her lower body until finally she was as close as she could be, the old man’s upturned genital now firmly pressed against her lower abdomen and the first drops of precum starting to smear on her silken skin.

During all of that, neither of her nipples had left his mouth, and so she jocular commented “I fear no matter how long you try, there won’t be any milk coming forth … Moo…!”
 
The old man groaned happily as he devoured her massive tits, roughly squeezing the soft flesh as if he were milking her, his mouth spreading wide to take in as much as he could. His other hand slid around her taut cheeks and occasionally slipped around to tease her back door, chuckling faintly into her body. At her words he pulled back just long enough to laugh, his tongue still out and swirling around her nipples. "Old Dev knows how to fix that," he chuckled, the hand on her ass giving her rear a firm spank.

His cock was pressed stiffly against her flat stomach, his hips beginning to move enough to slide himself against her smooth skin. "I learned a long time ago how to give a big-tittied cow what she wants," he added before his mouth descended again, starting to lightly bite her hard nipples before sucking hungrily upon the flesh, dragging her forward until he could bury his face between her heavy orbs.The old man's hips began to move more fervently, a thin trail of precum left behind upon her.

She heard someone approach from behind, a big hand suddenly seizing a fistful of hair near her scalp and dragging her back, er back arching as Dev's hands instinctively wrapped around her hips to hold her in. "I'm the one that found it," came Rikk's voice, his word heavy with lust, "so I'm the first one to get a piece of this cunt."
 
Verialyn instinctively tenses, the hints of brewing conflict causing her combat instincts to temporarily overshadow her own arousal, and she has some difficulty to keep her playful smiling demeanor as her head turns towards the man pulling at her hair. Carefully juggling her strength to aid Dev in his attempt to keep her with him while avoiding too much pain in her tautly strained scalp, she replies.

“If I recall correctly, it was you friend Merck who first discovered my treasures” she replies, trying to stay calm “so by your own logic he should have the first bid. But why ...” her expression softened somewhat upon continuation “… don’t you let your older comrade enjoy himself a bit first? The wait will make the end result only sweeter…”
 
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