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

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Their host was a sight to behold indeed. Verialyn was not sure she had ever seen someone quite as … massive … as him before, naked in a state of visible sexual arousal. But then her memory might be a bit hazy in these aspects after all the years. In a way it was funny how his erection, while definitely not small by itself, was overshadowed by the general bulk of his overweight frame, almost no more than a meaty thorn poking out from under a sizable gut. She had to strain a bit at first to keep a straight face at the definitely unusual sight.

Verialyn did not mind the least that he studied her at least as intensely as she had looked at him. She had always liked the admiration her nude form could draw from almost any male audience, that little rush of power and excitement that came with it. Especially when the feedback was as transparent as in this case.

And then there was Billingsley. By now it became rather apparent that he, or at least most of him, was definitely not comfortable with the situation he was currently in. So much so that despite his unquestionably hostile attitude towards her so far she started to feel a tiny bit sorry for the old man. So as he got within arm’s reach of her again, coincidentally blocking Xorien’s view of her undressed curves, and she lifted her arms up partways to ease his access she addressed him in a low whisper, honest curiosity replacing any sign of glee in her expression “There is nothing to be afraid of, Billingsley. I do not bite. Why are you so at odds with yourself?”
 
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Xorien chuckled slightly at BIllingsley's quiet submission, remaining still in the pool as the two slaves began to lather his mounds of flesh and fat. It wasn't until his view was blocked that he moved, the slaves currying after him as he moved around the pool until he could watch every bit of the action. He allowed the slaves to scrub, and allowed himself to enjoy the show, for a time before he reached out a laid a hand on the girl's head. The young slave responded immediately; passing off the cloth she held to the boy she fell to her knees, almost all of her body covered by the pool's heat. "Thank you, master," she murmured to Xorien before leaning forward, her soft, pink tongue beginning to slowly lick the entire length of his erect cock as her head nearly vanished beneath his gut. Her gentle licks went on as the boy continued to lather up Xorien, the merchant merely smiling as he brazenly enjoyed his slave's attentions and the sight of his new 'business partner' naked before him.

Strangely this new development seemed to have little effect on Billingsley; perhaps familiarity had removed all of the stigma of such an event. "I have nothing to say to you," he muttered to Verialyn, a look of resignation on his face that was blatantly contradicted by the growth under his smallclothes. At last his hands fell upon her, a faint tremble in them as he took hold of her breasts and began to lather up the sensitive flesh, his hands slowly sliding across every inch of her. It seemed that if he was going to be forced to do this, he was going to do it right, to the point that he continued to scrub long after her breasts could be considered clean. The cloth was laid aside and hung over his arm, his old, boney hands grasping her tits and massaging the soap into them.
 
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For a moment Verialyn’s lips contorted into a disapproving frown at that rude rejection of her honest peace offer. Sure, Billingsley was currently not in a position he seemed to cherish like many other men would, but things could get even ‘worse’ if he insisted.

Her spiteful brooding was interrupted at the sight of the slave girl getting to her knees. She should not have been as surprised about this as she actually was, in particular about the overtly submissive attitude of the young woman, and she could not prevent a little shaking of her head combined with a slight smile at the sight, wondering whether Xorien intended to employ similar services from the boy as well once he was completely soaped up.

By now the butler’s hands were exceedingly busy on her breasts which he previously had neglected, and she reacted with an open and confident grin towards him, looking straight at his face in silence as his fingers continued to dig into her supple flesh repeatedly. And in the end she did speak up again “If you really never did this before I have to say you are a quick learner, and indeed very thorough. It seems I have chosen well.”

Another ten seconds passed, before she added “And seeing how well you have soaped me up and seing how we both are already here in the bath together I would think it only fair if I returned the favor.”
 
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Xorien sighed with pleasure occasionally as he stood in the bath, the young slave between his legs expertly teasing his stiff cock with her soft tongue and lips. The boy meanwhile struggled to wash his master's entire body by himself, the small cloth hardly sufficient to wash such a broad expanse. He was no more then halfway through the task when Xorien reached around to pluck the cloth from the boy, motioning slightly towards the girl. The slave nodded, also murmuring "Thank you, master," before moving around towards the rear of the girl. She seemed to know what was coming, already moving until she was standing in the water bent over at the waist, her own shapely rear lifting out of the water to expose her tender cunt. She wrapped her lips around Xoriens prick just as the boy began to slide himself into her, slowly fucking her for his master's pleasure. The girl moaned and squealed beneath them, every thrust sending Xorien's dick sliding deeper into her mouth until her lips were pressed up against his stomach, the fat merchant releasing a groan of satisfaction as her moans sent waves of pleasure through him even as he resumed washing himself.

Billingsley's hands jerked back at when Verialyn spoke, as though her flesh had suddenly burned him. "Quite unnecessary," he managed to mutter before turning away from her entirely, trying to make his way back towards the edge of the pool. His progress was significantly hampered both by the water as well as the erection bound by his smallclothes, his pace far too slow to escape her entirely should she give chase.
 
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For a moment Verialyn was distracted by the spectacle the two slaves were producing together with the master of the house. Quite the arrangement that was on display, and while the positions were not exotic but a rather well known way to execute a ménage a trios the stark contrast of the involved persons made it at the very least an interesting watch. Another brief image flashed in front of Verialyn’s imaginary eye where she was taking the position of the girl, and even though she usually preferred to take her lovers one at a time she could not deny the heightening of arousal this did produce. And the thorough kneading her breasts had just gotten did not help counteract this development either. It definitely had been too long a journey without any intercourse.

All that musing did not prevent her from catching Billingsley’s attempt at fleeing the scene just in time. One quick step caused ripples radiating outwards from her in the bathwater and an outstretched soaped up slender arm placed a hand on his shoulder, causing one of her foam covered breasts to hang deliciously in midair for a moment before her whole form had caught up. Starting to turn him towards her again she spoke most respectfully. “Your modesty and self restraint under such tempting circumstances is commendable, Mr. Billingsley, but let me assure you, you will not burden me in the slightest.”

Reaching out for the forgotten washcloth still folded over his lower arm she added “And now I insist.”
 
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The male slave was quiet as he drove his cock deeper into the girl's slick cunt, seemingly able to keep up the pace for far longer then someone without bed training, while the girl was constantly moaning and squealing as she was stuffed in both ends. For all that was happening around him Xorien seemed to be a paragon of self-control, calmly lathering up the rest of his body, at least the parts he could reach, while the girl squirmed around his prick. Eventually he simply tossed the cloth aside, and with unforeseen dexterity slipped down further into the pool until he was sitting upon the floor leaning against the pool's edge with only his head and the girl's cunt, still being fucked, visible. The girl remained under the water for a remarkably long time before she surfaced with a gasp, murmuring apologies as she crawled forward, the boy slipping out of her, until she was lying on top of Xorien, once more moaning as activity beneath the water resumed.

Billingsley was visibly shuddering now, his expression pained but otherwise unreadable. Ultimately though he offered no resistance as Verialyn took the cloth.
 
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Verialyn shot a quick glance towards the well built slave boy who’s erection now stood there lonely in the air, seemingly unsure what to do next as the girl’s snatch had found another rod to be filled. For a moment she was tempted to … but no, she had to take care of the old butler now, and that promised to be at least as much fun, if in a different way.

Turning her attention back to the by now shaking form next to her she reached out for the soap and spent the next twenty seconds thoroughly preparing the cloth, drawing out the inevitable moment of first contact to let him continue to stew in his own grease. Eventually, though, the capacity of the washcloth was reached, the soap was placed back on the pool’s edge and Verialyn started to get to work. She started by positioning Billingsley such that he would be directly facing his master engaged with the slave girl while she stood behind him, only to immediately let the soaped up cloth run over his shoulders, adding a soft kneading of his tense muscles to the cleansing swipes. She was not as attentive as he was previously about keeping her distance, standing almost intimately close to him, enough so that he could feel the emanating warmth of her body, and as her hands slowly travelled down and up again his arms and then began the slow descent towards his hips there was more than one occasion where one or both of her by now fully erect buds grazed softly against the skin of his back.

That way the whole upper half facing her ended up in a cover of white foamy suds, and she was getting close to his behind. “To properly repay you for your efforts …” she whispered into his right ear, leaning in so close that both of her globes pressed against his back, “… I will have to try and match your thoroughness …” one of her hands slid down the side and two fingers slipped under the hem of his smallclothes “… so that here …” a sudden tug sent the small white strip of garment flying in a high arc through air sailing slowly to the ground on the side of the pool. “ … will have to go.” And with that her hands began their descent on Billingsley’s buttocks.
 
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Xorien was still, letting the girl do all of the work as she ground her hips down onto him, her face flushed and gasping. He tapped her side gently and at the silent signal she began to writhe her body against his, massaging his massive stomach with her own supple flesh and firm breasts. If anything her groans became louder as she did, nearly sinking into his rolls of flab as her thrusts took him deeper into her cunt. The boy simply remained still and standing, his cock hanging stiff in the air and leaking a few drops of precum as he watched the girl being ravaged with a passive expression; the boy had been very well trained indeed.

For all of his attempts to escape earlier, Billingsley seemed to believe he was well an truly caught now, especially when the last bit of cloth protecting his dignity was so callously thrown aside. His erection sprung free almost immediately, a fairly long but skinny shaft over old, shriveled balls in a nest of white hair. Even the simple contact of her breasts against his skin caused his prick to twitch, almost painfully stiff as her fingers began to scrub his scrawny, boney ass.
 
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Indeed Verialyn showed no restraint as her hands climbed lower, running the cloth over Billingsley's behind in strong measured swipes, now using both hands until a wrinkled buttock was firmly cupped by each. A brief pause interrupted by a couple soft squeezes, and then she found her way into his crack, making sure to be as thorough as she had chided him not to be when finally finishing up his backside.

That achieved she shifted her attention to his front, but perused a different means to do so than the old butler. Contrary to him she did not shift her position but instead led her arms around his side, under his armpits between his arms and his rump, and still standing behind him began to run the washcloth over his chest, for now in soft circling patterns. The contact of their bodies, increasingly frequent before, not surprisingly was constant now considering how much closer she had to stand to him, her breasts squeezed in between their rumps, and her hips softly grazing against his protruding bum.

As she was finished with the upper section and slowly made her way downward to his old but apparently still virile manhood Billingsley again found her lush lips next to his ear, whispering to him in a sensual tone "Tell me Billingsley, what are you thinking of right now? And what do you want, truly want to do this very moment?" As she spoke the tips of her fingers for the first time made contact with the topmost edge of his white flock of pubic hair.
 
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Billingsley gave little response beyond a strangled groan; his trembling had only become worse as Verialyn continued to press herself up against him, her soapy breasts slick against his back. Had she been able to see his eyes, she might have noticed the slow crumbling of years of discipline and restraint in the face of the incarnation of lust sliding her body across his. The view in front of him made things even worse, the slave girl's moans taking on a desperate tone as she sped up, her master's pleasure briefly forgotten as she so eagerly chased her own. Xorien merely snapped his fingers, catching the attention of the rock-hard slave boy and motioning towards Verialyn.

The merchant had timed things well; the boy had just begun his approach when Billingsley suddenly turned with a hoarse growl, the restraint and calm in his eyes replaced by the fires of lust. Verialyn was suddenly assaulted from both sides; the slave boy had come up from behind to loosely take hold of her arms, using just enough force to 'suggest' that she should not struggle, as the perfectly composed Billingsley fell upon her like a wild animal. His hard cock pressed up against her mound as his hands seized her breasts, mercilessly kneading and squeezing the firm flesh as a starving mouth fell upon hers. He was still moaning something unintelligible as he kissed her, the slave's prick starting to press up between her butt cheeks as Billingsley savaged her. Already his hands were starting to fall to take hold of her legs; it wasn't hard to imagine what would take place in the next few moments. If, of course, she allowed it.
 
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And in the end he had cracked under the pressure, the protective shield erected out of his self restrainet slowly whittled away to the point where it now shattered. Any snide remark she might have had in store for him would have to wait until later as his old dry lips firmly locked onto hers, his tongue snaking into her mouth and trashing about wildly. So all she could utter was a brief little muffled moan to indicate that his passionate ministrations were well received, that the intense mauling his hands did with her breasts was starting to set her on fire as well.

On the other side the slave boy surprised her. She would not have expected for him to act with such determination and strength of purpose as he pinned her arms to her side, factually immobilizing her. His touch was gentle enough that it was evident she could evade his advances at any time, but currently the initiative of the situation was slipping from her. She was transforming from the tempting seductress to their object of pleasure, about to receive both their manhoods, and she gave no sign of resistance, willinglly following the guidance of the unleashed wanton beast the old man had become as well as the dutiful youngster behind her.

'What an introdutcion that is' shot through her head, as she gave one other glance to her host with mirth in her eyes 'performing a nice little double penetration on my first day'.
 
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Xorien was grinning as she glanced at him, the slave girl bucking her hips wildly upon hm as he casually groped her young tits, occasionally delivering a firm slap to her ass to encourage her to move faster. Still he wasn't even looking at the girl rapidly fucking him, his eyes fixed upon the assault of Verialyn's voluptuous body. The slave boy also glanced at his master, silently asking for permission and quickly receiving it as the merchant nodded slightly. After all, it would be terribly impolite to pleasure a guest of the master without the master's consent.

The boy's hands released Verialyn's arms as he knelt down slightly, hooking his arms around her legs and between her thighs. With a brief grunt he lifted, hoisting Verialyn up into the air until she was supported by his hands upon her thighs, her legs spread wide and exposing everything she had to the world. Billingsley didn't even seem to notice the aerobics taking place before him, he was too focused upon the the semi-helpless succubus in his grasp. The kiss broke as his mouth fell hungrily down to her breasts, eagerly sucking and biting the tender flesh. At last he looked back up at her, all trace of his composure and decorum gone. He pulled back just long enough to line himself up with the entrance to her moistening cunt before he slammed forward with a groan, pressing her back against the slave's muscular chest as he drove his length into her. Any of her sounds were muffled by his mouth once more falling onto hers, hungrily drinking her in as his hips frantically thrust into her, his hands tightly squeezing and pinching her breasts.

The slave's entrance was slower, his cock pressing against her rear entrance before he suddenly jerked his hips upward in time with one of BIllingsley's thrusts, the head of his prick forcing its way into her tight tunnel. His pace was slower, but his cock thicker as he slowly pumped more and more of his thick meat into her ass, making Billingsley's rapid assault even tighter. The butler was whispering something into her mouth, the kiss forgotten and his words becoming audible as he spoke louder, and louder, until he was virtually shouting as he used her. "...take it, take it hard, take it deep you pig, you cunt, you whore, you filthy bitch nothing but a twisted harlot now scream! Scream and moan and cry and beg for my hard cock you dirty slut!"
 
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Verialyn leaned back slightly against the slave boy’s well defined chest once he had without any visible effort he lifted her lithe frame up in the air, and once there with her legs spread wide and welcoming for the old and unleashed butler she let them enter her one at a time.

Despite Billingsley’s rather rough and rushed approach his entry was the smoother one. All the previous seduction and watching the host of the house helping himself to some sexual release had gotten her vaginal juices flowing, and by the time the butler pushed inward she was already rather well lubricated, making the sudden hard shove a rather pleasant event, and one that got Billingsley one of the moans he seemed to crave. One after the other her hands found their way to his shoudlers to allow for additional support, although the way she currently was wedged between the two men seemed to make this unnecessary.

The slave boy was another matter, and although he was careful and slow enough she still had to focus on her rear entrance, relaxing as best as she could when his head pushed past her ring for the first time and slowly but insistently went deeper with every subsequent thrust. There was pain, but it was bearable despite one or two winces contorting her beautiful face, and soon she started to get accustomed to it, just in time for Billingsley’s tirade.

As her breasts continued to well out between the old man’s rough and eager fingers digging deep into the supple flesh, pressing against the soft tanned skin, and her legs flopped up and down with every thrust of his genital deep into her welcoming wet folds she pulled her head away from his lips all the way back until her raven black mane flowed over the slave boys shoulders, and her mouth opened to a burst of wholehearted triumphant laughter, piercing the relatively quiet bathroom air as her chest heaved with every further merry fit. Not long, though, and she calmed down enough to restore eye contact with the frantic butler to scold him mockingly, one eyebrow raised “But Mr. Billingsley, where are your manners? Is that an acceptable way to speak to a woman?”
 
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"Not a woman," Billingsley gasped, his hands squeezing her tits and pinching the erect nipples as he mercilessly mauled the soft flesh. "Just a bitch a cunt a toy a fuckdoll slut whore," he continued, his words lapsing into another tongue Verialyn had never heard, yet one that was blatantly uncomplimentary. His bony chest pressed itself hard against her, squeezing her between the two men and letting him hungrily lick and suck upon her lips, her face, her slender neck. The butler seemed to be trying to force a lifetime of fucking into a few moments, devouring her desire even as he shouted abuse. "Beg for cock, bug for cum, all you want, all you need, fuck it suck it take it bitch whore!"

The verbal assault suddenly halted, his fingers closing almost painfully tight upon her breasts, Billingsley's head descending and sinking his teeth into her shoulder as he groaned loudly. The old man may have been virile for his age, but he was still an old man. The near rape of Verialyn had brought him to the edge quickly, and he forced his cock in to the hilt before her soaking cunt was flooded by his hot seed. He'd barely finished filling her with his seed before he resumed his thrusts, but already his dick was shrinking, softening, his jizz starting to pour down her leg. Yet suddenly Verialyn realized the slave girl's moans had stopped, had left Xorien's side, and her presence was revealed by the feel of a soft hand sliding up to where Billingsley and Verialyn were joined. Almost immediately he began to stiffen again, grunting in surprise and agonized pleasure, nimble fingers and soft tongue expertly reviving him.

The slave boy continued to be little beyond strong arms, a muscular body, and a stiff prick, slowly fucking her tender ass as Billingsley assaulted her with renewed vigor. His cock was soon coated in his own cum as he slammed into her, their wet coupling audible over the faint splashes of the water. Even the verbal abuse had stopped now, the once dignified butler now more a wild animal as he desperately tried to slake his lust with her luscious body.
 
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Verialyn was amazed at how quickly the old butler had recovered from his first release. Even considering the skillful aid of the slave girl this spoke of a very long time - years even ? - that his carnal desires had been pent up behind a solid wall erected out of his self imposed restraint. If she did not have his seed welling out of her vagina with every thrust of his again fully hard genital and running down her legs as evidence, she would not be sure he had come already, so intense was the hunger, the desire, the greed with which he continued to consume and ravish her delicious body.

And she was tempted to just let him proceed this way, her inner demon all too willing to enjoy the sensation of being degraded to the status of fuck meat, all too eager to give in to the rough and wild humping that shook her whole body, from her jerking legs to her jiggling breasts. Under normal circumstances she would have, but this time was different. Xorien had been right, they needed to get to know each other better. And - that was her addition - he needed to start respecting her on some level, if they were to reside under the same roof for a prolonged period of time. So he rationale fought a valiant battle against her carnal urges, and won.

Surprising everyone else her hands all of a sudden dug firmly into Billingsley's shoulders, and tension came back to her body as her legs swung back to gather speed. Pulling them rapidly upwards combined with a strong pull of her arms gave her enough momentum to lift her rump off both penises that until then had happily rested inside her holes, and continuing the swift and elegant move she sailed over the butlers head in a flip, her hands only leaving his shoulders once her rump was past him. On the descent her body completed its turn and she dove with splashing feet first back into the water of the basin, landing behind the old man and already facing him.

As eager as he was to immediately pursue the continuation of the rough but intimate act, Billingsley found a slender hand pressed against his chest halting and further advance, arms futively flailing in her direction for a moment. And with a stern gaze that met his eyes still filled to the brim with wanton lust she calmly commented "You can have me almost any way you want, right here and now, but first you apologize for your foul language."
 
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Someone gasped faintly as Verialyn made her move, effortlessly flipping over Billingsley and rapidly turning the tables. Stunned silence followed, the lust-crazed butler staring at her uncomprehendingly for a few moments before his fogged mind finally processed what she was saying. Faint signs of returning awareness entered his eyes, conflict suddenly raging as pride and self-importance, already fairly damaged, desperately tried to preserve itself against the blazing fires of desire fueled by his impossibly erect cock, dripping his seed and her juices into the bath water. He pressed forward, trying to push his way past her arm, and seemed on the verge of launching an all-out attack upon her when the silence was suddenly broken by Xorien's laughter.

The merchant had pulled himself out of the water and was sitting on the edge of the bath, his stiff cock barely visible beneath the overhanging fat; though it was hardly necessary, the gleam in his eyes and lecherous smile on his face was more than enough to inform everyone that he was thoroughly enjoying the show. Casually he snapped his fingers, looking at the slave girl. "Enough," he ordered. "Put him out of his misery." The girl moved without hesitation, quickly slipping through the water to wrap her lips around Billingsley's cock and elicit a surprised moan from the old man. His eyes remained fixed on Verialyn, yet his struggles against her arm lessened as his hips began to thrust, the girl expertly taking him in her throat as he began to mercilessly fuck her face with no less vigor then he had when raping Verialyn's cunt.

"They'll be at that for a while," Xorien explained, still chuckling. "It takes quite a while to get him going, but when you do..." he laughed, the rest of the statement obvious. "I'm sure when he regains himself you'll receive an apology of sorts from him, but in the meantime allow me to offer his heartfelt regret. I doubt he would have begun the verbal war had he known how it was going to end, and I must say," he continued, his gaze falling on her naked form. "The recommendations do not seem to do you justice. Now, come," he half-suggested and half-commanded, patting his knee. "We have business to discuss; I have seen your prowess with one set of weapons, I trust you will not object to a simple test of your skill with the blade you carry as well."
 
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With every second that passed Verialyn could feel the pressure against her outstretched arm lessening, the temptation of her body forgotten under the avalanche of new stimulation that the soft and warm mouth of the slave girl presented for the old butler. When she finally did step back, her hand drifting back to her side, Billingsley already seemed lost in another world, barely noticing her departure if at all. And her host seemed right, by all appearances the butler was far from done.

Turning her attention from the unfolding spectacle towards Xorien she commented "You are probably right, better to let nature run its course now, I got the impression it was long overdue. Maybe the boy can help him in some way as well?" as she approached. Eying the wide berth of his fleshy knee for a moment she pondered whether another refusal was in order, but after what had transpired over the last few minutes that seemed a rather pointless exercise, so with a quick twist of her hips her firm buttocks were planted on his thigh, and despite the somewhat unusual circumstance Verialyn managed to give a surprisingly dignified impression as she sat there, her flank pressed against his gut and the tip of his still engorged genital lightly scraping over the outside of her thigh.

"Talking business, uh?" she looked him in the eyes from close up, her gaze unwavering. "So what simple test do you have in mind" with a special emphasis on the 'simple'.
 
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"Trivial, really. I doubt you will even need to bare steel, though of course the possibility exists should things become uncomfortable," Xorien explained, his eyes refusing to meet heres; they were far too busy ogling both the show before them and the delicious piece of flesh that had just settled down upon his leg. One flabby arm snaked around her as he continued to speak, fingers reaching out to idly play with her full breasts. "In my line of work it is often beneficial to extend lines of credit to certain customers, especially those known to be well worth the risk. Unfortunately investments fail, revenue streams run dry, and sometimes these customers find themselves unable to settle their debts through traditional means. But there is no need for you to threaten or bluster; I've already given the man in question more then enough time and opportunities to make things right, and unfortunately I must now take other actions."

There was a loud moan from Billingsley, the girl's face and chin completely covered with drool and cum as he violently thrust into her. She'd given up using her hands to pleasure him and now was simply clinging to his legs, holding on as he brutally fucked her throat. The slave boy, an apparent paragon of self-control and discipline, simply stood there quietly, the occasional twitch of his dick the only sign of his distress. "I've taken the liberty of having most of the customer's belongings examined and appraised," Xorien continued; the mere half-rape of a slave by his old butler was hardly enough to prevent him from focusing on business. "Unfortunately, the size of the debt is such that to cover it through material goods alone would leave he and his family out on the streets. Still, that remains the price of doing business. The only other option would be the man's daughter, a sweet thing of sixteen. By the laws of our city only one slave may be taken to settle the debt, and a comely young maiden will fetch the most for me on he open market.

"So, go to my customer's home and settle the debt, one way or another. I trust this will not be a problem?" he asked, now turning his eyes towards her with an upraised eyebrow.
 
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In perfect symmetry Verialyn’s eyebrow was raised in exactly the same manner as Xorien’s. “A long time ago I have given up on making definite promises on matters I have no complete control over. I can’t tell yet how much of a problem this will be, only that I am willing to give it a shot.” And problems there might be indeed, though likely not the ones her host had envisioned. While she was well aware that she did not live in a fair and just world, and she saw nothing wrong in someone paying for the mistakes he made, it was a completely different matter when a young girl would have to suffer the yoke of slavery because of the poor judgment of her father. She knew she would have to make a decision on this sooner or later, but more than anything else she was resolved to make it an informed decision.

Ignoring, or at least not being negatively affected by the way those thick sausage like fingers softly toyed with her weighty orbs as well as the spectacle in the middle of the pool, she continued. “A little more information would be helpful, though, as I am not too familiar with the laws of the city. I did get the impression you wanted to conduct this under the cover of legality, am I right?” Before Xorien could nod or shake his head she added “If I understood you correctly those laws will only allow you – and thereby me as your representative – to either confiscate his worldly possessions or claim his daughter's freedom to be surrendered, but not a combination of both?”
 
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"It is not a 'cover' at all, my dear. There is nothing at all illegal about these affairs; should you need assistance, the city guards would even be more then happy to aid you for only modest compensation. As for your other question, the situation is similar to that which you describe." His other hand laid itself on her thigh as he spoke, her breasts still being played with as his other hand began to slowly move up towards the freshly fucked cleft between her legs. "Seizing everything the family owns, including their home, would leave them destitute without completely covering the debt; it would be reduced to a few dozen drakes," he explained, naming the city's most common currency, "but with no resources, paying even that much off would prove catastrophic. It is almost kinder, for the sake of their other children, to simply take one as slave. By our laws, taking a slave in this way automatically settles a debt up to a certain ceiling, a ceiling which this debt is below. I suppose you could take enough goods to make up the difference between the slave's market price and the debt, but it is considered...bad form."

"If you take a slave the debt is forgiven, but if you take goods you must take everything. And of course, should they attempt to prevent you from completing your duty, you might be forced to subdue the men of the house so long as there are no deaths. It would only make the situation more complicated. The usual reward for this work, a small portion of the market value of the seized property, will be yours, and should it be completed to my satisfaction then I suspect I will have much more work for you. Do we have an arrangement?"
 
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Verialyn nodded briefly, as if lost in thought, before looking at Xorien again, or rather his forehead as it shielded the hungry eyes still busy to roam over her curves. “Yes, we have an agreement. I will look into this and try to settle the debt for you, assuming that small portion given as reward is not too small.” Which she doubted would be a problem, as Xorien seemed like he could afford it and he was interested in a continual cooperation, even if for dubious motives. “But as previously mentioned I don’t like to give lofty guarantees.” Only to add “Am I assuming correctly that in case the enslavement route is chosen it will suffice to deliver the girl to your estate and that I do not have to sell her myself, or pimp her out?”

“I am wondering if you could give me a bit of help, though. Twofold, actually.” Verialyn was all the planner now. She had resolved herself to first get a good overview over the whole situation before coming to a final decision of hers, and now her mind was focused on the execution up to that point. The two hands with a life of their own, more or less subtly encroaching on her more private areas still seemed to be completely ignored. After a little pause she began her list “Firstly, a nice elegant dress might be preferable. With enough room to move in should things get physical. Of course I could show up at that guy’s home with my travelling garb, but I guess making a … different initial impression will help. And secondly, I am assuming that some sort of written confirmation of the deal is necessary, be it handing over their property or their daughter. If that is true, I either need the documents drafted and ready to sign, or some clerk of yours accompanying me who is familiar with such matters.”
 
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"Excellent," Xorien replied, his fat fingers finally reaching between her legs and starting to stroke her wet slit. He seemed about to speak further when they were distracted by a sudden, almost impossibly loud groan of pleasure from Billingsley. The slave girl's lips were pressed up against his balls, her face reddening as her choking throat milked the old man's cock. It was several moments before his groans fell silent, his prick slowly slipping out of the girl's mouth; the salve did her best, but streams of cum and drool still spilled from her mouth into the bath's water. Gratefully she gulped in air as his dick came free, panting before she leaned forward to delicately lick and clean his softening cock. Billingsley's eyes were still glazed over with lust and now exhaustion, yet amazingly the girl's soft tongue seemed to be stirring him once more.

"The girl should indeed be brought here; even if you were willing and able to sell or pimp her yourself, my contacts will allow me to get a better price then an unknown. Of course, should you wish to sample her charms, then as long as her maidenhead remains intact you should feel free to enjoy yourself. As for the clerk and dress, you shall be suitably prepared once we are," his finger slipped inside her, his single digit thick enough to make two of her own as it began to fuck her, "finished here. I trust you would not deny your host the pleasure of your company?"
 
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That thick sausage like digit spreading her inner walls finally did get a reaction from her, even if it was just a slight stiffening of her whole upper body and a quick sharp intake of breath, leading to a slow drawn out exhale and a relaxing of her musculature as Xorien settled into something resembling a rhythm. Less than an hour ago Verialyn had resolved herself to not let her would be employer have her on the very first day for some good reasons, but that moment she knew that decision was going to be thrown out the window. She just was too familiar with herself and her hungry inner demons with their perverted influence on her libido for that. As the invading finger became increasingly covered with her juices and what remained of Billingsley’s seed, she therefore capitulated with what might be considered a joke. “So, is this another test? Whether I’ll at least do as a concubine in case I screw up as muscle?”

Before starting the romp in earnest, one more point had to be clarified. “And how am I supposed to preserve her virginity if the girl already has been deflowered? You should know what puberty can do to a girl from even the most secluded upbringing.” In her current state that suggestion of his had some merit, and already vivid ideas were sprucing up in her imagination, her moral concerns about enslaving an innocent forgotten for now.
 
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Xorien laughed slightly at her question, a second finger beginning to gently tease her clit as he fingered her pussy. "If your skills are equal to your appearance, then you would be the most prized concubine in the city," he chuckled, starting to lie back upon the floor of the baths, his feet dangling in the water, and dragging Verialyn down with him. It was more out of necessity then anything else; lying down, he was able to heft his gut out of the way and allow her better access to the hard-on raging between his legs.

"Then I shall merely need to keep and train her for a few months before I sell her. There is always a market for virgins, but without that selling point I'll need to ensure her quality before disposing of her," Xorien responded, though there was a touch of eagerness in his voice; thoroughly defiling the daughters of his rivals was ever so much more satisfying then merely bankrupting them. "Now then," he added, the faint hints of excitement still in his voice. "Shall the test begin?" He slipped his finger deeply inside her once more before pulling his hands away entirely, one hand supporting the back of his head while his other hand raised its cum-stained fingers to her mouth, gently pressing against her lips. He lay back with a faint smile on his face, plainly waiting for her to take the initiative; a true concubine anticipated her master's wants and needs instead of requiring instruction in every detail.
 
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A true concubine most of all had spirit. So she could defy her wooer whenever appropriate and not just turn into a mindless fuck toy. She should know, she had been there and done that. At the time it seemed like a good idea, spreading her legs and getting a comfortable life in luxury in return, instead of having to scrounge for a modest living with one fighting job after another. The problems had started to rear their head only slowly. For once the lulling effects of a life without having to care for anything made it increasingly difficult to stay in shape, to undergo the daily training necessary when it seemed pointless at the time although she knew the day would come when she'd need her martial skills again. And come it did, not because her benefactor tired of her, but due to the simple fact that she did not age the tiniest bit, and after a few years that rose too many suspicions. Again she had moved on. It was still an interesting proposition if she needed a rest for a short while, but no long term career plan.

"See for yourself then" she grinned back as one of her hands took his, and her tongue protruded from her lips and slid along his finger with tantalizing slowness. Her other hand meanwhile crept over to his genital and the tips of her fingers began to trace or rather hover ever so lightly over his bulbous head. She knew exactly where to touch, or not to touch, and her fingers were better at this than many a soft pair of lips. While she began to take his finger into her mouth her eyes ran over his massive outstretched form, lying there and expecting her to ride him or suck him off. Over the years his bulk must have conditioned him that there was no other way he could have a woman other than him lying on his back letting her take care of him, for fear of squashing his bedmate in any other position. With most partners he likely was right, but she was a big girl, and it was time to break with his expectations.

So all of a sudden both her hands let go of him and one palm slapped down on his bulging stomach with a resounding smack. "But you are not getting your nookie by just being lazy and letting me do all the work." With that she rolled to the side away from him until she laid on her stomach, her legs dangling into the pool and her hips resting against the basin's edge. Her upper body propped up on her elbows she turned and looked at him with a gleeful grin "So what are you waiting for? Get moving, come over and do me!" The vulgar vernacular seemed so fitting for the occasion.
 
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