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

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Erveth began to say something, only to fall silent with a smile as he allowed himself to be taken away. Xorien appeared rather displeased at her refusal to provide a proper show, a faint frown on his face, but finally he chuckled a little. "Syl," he called, the dark-skinned girl emerging from the door Verialyn was heading for a moment before she actually reached it. "It seems you are needed after all,"

"Yes, Master," the girl murmured respectfully, even if Verialyn could see the faint look of pain in her eyes as the slave stepped forward past her, her loincloth allowed to fall to the ground. Xorien had done no more then pt his hands on her hips by the time they left the study, Erveth shutting the door firmly behind them.

"Well then," Erveth said after a moment as he stepped a bit closer to her, pulling his hand free of her grip to reach down and take hold of her hips. "Shall we visit my guestroom, then? It has a more intimate atmosphere."
 
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"If that is where you want to go about dealing with your marital problems, so shall it be." Verialyn smiled back at the merchant. Her elaborate way of speaking, though was more than mere intricate wordplay. She was still trying to keep her options open, even if that meant Erveth would not be getting exacty what he was looking for. She considered this practice for the even more intricate schemes she would have to play later should her ambitious plan - or rather shade of a plan in its current state - ever come to fruition. What she wanted to practice now was unpredictability.

Her arm hooked into his they traversed the estate at a measured pace in relative silence, him leading the way. It was quite convenient that one male slave crossed their way - this one with black, curly hair, like most of Xorien's slaves well built, dressed in no more than a loincloth, and respectfully standing aside with a bowed head - and once the pair had passed Verialyn grabbed the opportunity to quickly gesture towards him that he might follow them in a safe distance. Her idea was taking shape.

"So tell me" she finally spoke up again with the trio approaching the guest chamber "when did those sad incients start that your wife was no longer willing to provide mutual pleasure? And would you have any idea what caused them?"
 
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The merchant smiled at her, his eyes falling to drink in her body, his hands sliding around to cop a few generous feels before he pulled away just enough to offer her his arm. It was quite obvious what he expected, and if he was at all put about by her beating around the bush he didn't show it at all. Nor did he seem to notice her beckoning of the male slave, the young man bowing silently towards her and following several yards behind, acting as though he was simply on his way to his next task.

When she spoke Erveth sighed a little, shaking his head. "A fool custom of her people, the 'mountain-folk of the deep north,'" he began in a slightly exasperated, slightly mocking tone, "that says a man must never fail. Several months ago I made a poor investment, lost a few thousand before unloading it onto another fool. Never mind that I've made back what I lost ten times over, until I go through some fool ritual of hers, she will not touch me."

At this they finally reached a doorway, Erveth briefly disentangling his arm from Verialyn's to open the door for her. The room was very similar to her own. Different pieces of art adorned the walls and there was a rather lewd sculpture of a pair of nymphs in the corner, but it had the same huge bed, mostly the same furnishings, and even the tiny room to the side for a personal servant. "Would you care for a drink?" he asked as he motioned towards the bed, a small cabinet with a few liquor bottles upon it sitting beside it.
 
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Verialyn just briefly raised her arm, her palm facing Erveth in the commonly accepted gesture of polite refusal. "A strange custom indeed that you wife is referring to, and a quite a delusional one. Aren't it our failures that give us the best chance of growth?" Like in this case. A poor investment, loss of money. On a small scale this time, but maybe if another merchant would misinvest much larger sums...

This was no time for such thoughts, though. "Have you ever wondered whether your wife is just using this outdated custom as an excuse? Whether she even spoke true when mentioning its existence?" She took a step towards the sculpture of the two nyphs, her fingers lightly tracing over the polished stone, and without looking at the merchant added "Why haven't you been more insistent?"

Then her motions halted, as if she just had had an idea, and her demeanor became more business like. "Excusme me for a second" she matter of factly commented as she left the room through the entrance, to find the slave she had asked to follow. In a hushed tone, making sure she could not be heard inside, she conveyed her instructions. "Please go and find Lady Penni ro Storec. I have last seen her in the library and have good reason to believe she is still there. Tell her her presence is urgently required elsewhere without giving details about the target destination, and be insistent that she follow you. In fact, make sure she follows you." She added a wicked smile to this, remembering only too well what it had done to Dillen to be given a bit of free reign. "Then lead her here. If she is currently involved with one of your colleagues, bring him here as well." Granting him on more smile she returned to the merchant's guest room.

"So what exactly" she began as she strode back in, the door falling shut behind her "is this strange ritual she claims you have to conduct?"
 
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Erveth nodded slightly at her refusal, pouring himself a small glass of a rather strong smelling liquor. He seemed a bit confused that she made no motion towards the bed, but finally he seemed to accept it as part of the chase and sighed a little. "I have tried everything short of tying her to the bed," he said, in a tone that suggested he was rather close to doing just that. "It's certainly the sort of barbarous custom her people would have, the ones still in the mountains are virtually savages. But as far as I know nothing else has changed, she has no other reason." Yet she could hear the doubt in his words, the worry that his wife was indeed just searching for an excuse to avoid him.

The confusion returned when she stepped outside, but he didn't press the matter. Out in the hall, the slave seemed both worried and inspired by the evil smile she gave him. Finally he gave her a respectful bow and murmured, "Yes, mistress," in the same low voice she used, quickly turning to vanish down the hallway. It would likely be at least a couple of minutes before he returned, but Erveth was hardly likely to lose interest.

He shook his head in disbelief when she mentioned the ritual, sighing slightly. "Complete nonsense, that's what it is. One of several trials of manliness as she calls them, all of which seem to revolve around either killing something or purposeful disfigurement," he explained, the disgust obvious in his voice.
 
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Now all she needed was to gain those few minutes of time the slave would need to bring the final puzzle piece for her intended surprise. So far Erveth seemed patient and willing to indulge in a conversation satisfying her curiosity, and therefore that was the route she was going to take.

"Kiling and maiming for a bit of sex" the corners of her mouth lowered in an expresion of disgust as she seemed to think about this idea "and maybe also involve some anmal's genital? Barbaric indeed ..." Her head shaking silenty she slowly stepped closer to the small two person sofa placed at the center of one wall. "Have you never tried to talk her out of it?"

Placing one hand on the armrest of the piece of furniture she gracefully, almost theatratically, lowered her behind on the plush and soft seat of the sofa and slung one leg over the other, a friendly, almost sensual smile reappearing on her lips. "But let's talk about something else..."

"You know..." she began her next distractive maneuver "... I am new to these matters and likely just a silly girl ..." a shy look was added for emphasis "... This caravan of yours. If your goods are so valuable and Xorien wants them so badly, why is he trying to buy them off of you for surely a sizable sum and not sending some caravan of his own"

Some times small talk had the potential to produce relevant information as well...
 
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The poor man visibly shuddered when she suggested he talk to his wife, shaking his head. "Speaking with her is...not rewarding," he muttered, obviously the politest term he could muster. It was obviously a bit of a relief when she changed the topic, his slight smile of anticipation returning as he approached the sofa. Calmly he sat down beside her, the drink in one hand while his other arm reached around to the back of the sofa, eventually falling down around her shoulders.

"Quite alright," he said with a smile, a flash of lust in his eyes at her shy and innocent act. Certainly he knew it was an act, but it was so well done that he didn't care. "I've always enjoyed taking the inexperienced under my wing," he added with a slight chuckle before continuing. "The wines come from a land across the desert, and it is extremely difficult to transport them such a distance without the vintages turning to vinegar on the way. Xorien hasn't the faintest idea how I managed it.

"But.." he set the half-full glass down upon a small table beside the couch, his hand reaching out to rest gently upon her thigh. "We aren't going to discuss business and family all night, are we?"
 
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Verialyn frist responded with a light, bemused laugh, apparently oblivious to his hand on her thigh. "No we won't, that would not be much fun now would it?" And with that she gave him a seductive smile, an unspoken, undefined promise lurking right behind those soft, sensual lips and those sharp eyes. In the pause that followed Verialyn reclined a bit more comfortable in the sofa, while she began to wonder just how much longer the slave would take. What she had in mind would not be quite as effective when upon their arrival the would find Erveth atop her, pounding away merrily. Not that she was averse to that another time.

"You must understand, though, that only very rarely I get to meet a man who has a leg up on Xorien in his own business." Quite true, he was the first business associate of Xorien she had met at all, not counting the rude Mr. Azdag. Apparently shy because of that admittance again she placed one elbow on her armrest, the fingers atop the upturned lower arm extending to the corner of her mouth, lightly touching her lips there. "And that in itself is something intriguing, something I would like to savor for just a bit longer if you will allow me to. To learn more about the man with such a sharp mind."
 
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"Of course," Erveth said as he returned her smile, not even bothering to try and hide the lust and hunger in his eyes that only grew with every seductive motion she made. "Do not worry, I'm sure we'll have plenty of opportunities to enjoy each others company." His hand began to move, very slowly creeping its way up her thigh.

His hand had just started to creep around to her inner thigh and what lay beyond when they heard it; perhaps it should have been expected, but the two of them heard Penni's approach with the slave long before the door was actually opened. Evidently she was having great fun and expected even more, almost drunken giggling echoing down the hall. Erveth suddenly cursed as he heard her, quickly pulling back from Verialyn and scooching further away on the couch.

When the door at last opened she was virtually hanging on the slave's broad shoulders, her dress hastily thrown on and casually pulled down below her breasts. The goofy smile on her face faded instantly as she turned to see the two of them in the room; almost immediately she pulled away from the slave and quickly adjusted her dress, her face calm and somewhat curious. "Good evening."
 
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"Ahh Penni" Verialyn greeted her cheerfully, rising from the sofa with outstretched arms and stepping closer "I may call you Penni, may I not?"

Not waiting for a reply, and more importantly trying not to give that other woman a chance to start one of her famous floods of words before she had gotten her message across, she immediately continued "You see I thought it a bit of a travesty that two people who are happily married like you and Erveth should be forced by some rigid custom to spend the entertaining part of the evening with some stranger rather than enjoying each other's company - each other's intimate company." And with that she gave the other woman a conspirative wink.

"So that is why I brought the two of you together. Just look at your husband. How uncomfortable he has been." Indeed there still was a slight displeased look on Erveth's face, although whether the exact source of that was what she claimed it to be was unclear. "How it had pained him to be forced together with me. And I made it even worse for him with my dutiful avances, but he remained steadfast! And now the two of you are together to rejoice in mutual happiness." To emphasize this she threw her arms into the air in a quite exuberant gesture, before she finally fell silent to watch the first impact of her words.

As the couple's gazes were momentarily locked onto each other she also used the quiet and likely short lived reprieve to send one approving nod towards the slave.
 
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The slave smiled slightly at the silent praise, standing in the doorway with his head slightly bowed in case there was anything else she wanted. Without further orders he would vanish out the doorway in a few minutes, leaving the nobility to their play, but this bedroom also had one of the ropes that would summon a slave. Behind him she could see another male slave in the hallway, his cock still stiff and faintly glistening from whatever he and Penni had been doing before her arrival.

The silence lasted for several long moments. Erveth had stared at Verialyn in disbelief for a moment before turning to his wife, her own face still. Just as the silence seemed as though it would last forever Penni finally broke it, her voice uncharacteristically quiet. "Is this true, Erveth?"

The man still seemed a bit confused by whatever game Verialyn was playing, but finally a plaintive look appeared in his eyes as he stood up from the couch. "Yes, my love," he said in an almost mournful tone, settling into the new role the warrior woman had forced him into. "This time apart has been so difficult for me, all I have been able to think of is you."

The sadness in his voice was perhaps not entirely feigned, but Penni seemed to take it in a positive way. She bit her lip slightly and turned away, the motion bringing Verialyn into her field of view. For a moment she just looked at the other woman, obviously unsure of whether to smile at her or claw her eyes out, but then looked up at the ceiling. "But what of my feelings?" she said, shutting her eyes in over-acted pain. "Does my pride mean nothing? My people's honor? Should I surrender to one who refuses to prove his love for me?"
 
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This was almost too easy. Sure they had not immediately flown into each others arms, but compared to the biting scorn, hysterical screaming and anger tantrums she all had considered a real possibility this was definitely going exceedingly well, especially since Erveth had picked up his cue in time.

"Prove his love?" she therefore replied almost immediately, seeming unable to completely keep the derisive undertone out of her voice. "You come in here and find him not bending me over that sofa, for which he had had ample opportunity, but standing a good distance away..." Verialyn had approached Penni now facing the other woman from less than a yard away so that only the merchant's wife could see how her eyes turned towards the spot of the wall behind which the recently used pleasure slave stood "... what better proof do you need?"

She held eye contact sternly for many seconds of thick, uncomfortable silence, before speaking again. "And what proof do you intend to give in return?"
 
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Penni took in a deep breath, her gaze becoming decidedly colder as they watched Verialyn. Certainly she caught the glance towards the used slave, who stood out in the hallway in near-silent conversation with the other slave trying to work out what was going on, but there wasn't a trace of embarrassment or shame in her eyes. From the woman's perspective, having sex with a slave was simply what slaves were for. But for a free woman to discuss being bent over a sofa by her husband, that was something else entirely.

"A modicum of self-control is not proof," she said in a cold tone before turning away, once more slipping into the mortally wounded character she'd worn almost since entering. "And how can I give proof? I am but a woman, unable to offer anything but myself. But to give it to someone who laughs at my people..." she sniffled theatrically.

"Penni," Erveth said as he stepped forward, sorrow on his face. He seemed to be struggling to get the words out, though perhaps not for the reason his wife expected. "My little sugarplum, nothing could be further from the truth. I only ask that you let me prove myself in my own way, that we find our own path instead of clinging to these old ways."
 
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"But Penni" Verialyn chimed in stepping closer, about to pass the merchants wife "you are a modern woman, will you truly allow the past to dictate your every thought, or are you able to break free of these outdated bonds?" By now Verialyn had passed her, and was turning to come up behind her from the left.

She had gotten quite a good impression of the ro Storveth's relationship. Penni willingly abused these ancient rites as an excuse to distance her unloved husband. Despite Erveth nominally being in control of all the power and wealth over the years he had slipped into the role of a puppet and cash cow for his wife's whims, suffering them without the ability to fight back. One only needed to look at Penni to understand why. She was past her prime, sure, but still an attractive woman, and it seemed believeable when he proclaimed his desire to bed her, to revive their marriage. How much more desirable must she have been in her youth, an exotic beauty from a faraway place enchanting the mind of the wealthy merchant.

And consequently, to her at least, the way to make Erveth the happiest would be to help him throw off this yoke and get their relationship back on equal footing. Maybe even let the pendulum swing into the other direction for some time. But that would require a bit of an external nudge ... well, maybe more than just a nudge.

So as she closed in on the merchant's wife from behind she continued "Look at your husband. What if he were as inflexible and insisted on invoking some of Ael Morish's ancient rites regarding marital infidelity" this was a bit of a crap shot on her part, but she had not encountered a patriarchical society yet that lacked these, and so she bent forward, her lips coming close to Penni's ears as she whispered "Rites that did not distinguish between slaves and free men" only to straighten herself up again and continue in her regular tone "Rites in which the unfaithful wife usually did not fare well."

"So" her hands came up from behind and rested on Penni's shoulders, with just a little more pressure than necessary "why don't you match your husband's sign of goodwill" she now looked straight at Erveth over his wife's left shoulder "and ask him whether he will allow you to suck his dick."
 
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It was an interesting moment as Penni turned to look at her, anger flaring in her eyes. For a moment there was only rage in the woman's gaze, but as Verialyn's words began to sink in the anger slowly shifted to something like worry. Modern law was one thing, she would easily defeat him with that, but the woman clearly had no idea just what sort of ancient rites might actually exist, if any of them did. But Verialyn's act was convincing, and reinforced by the sudden thoughtful look in Erveth's eye. The idea of turning matters on their head didn't seem to have occurred to him, but now that it had...

The woman's gaze became cold as she studied the warrior woman, her face blank. She had seen eyes like that before, eyes that promised her death would be slow and agonizing the moment she let her guard down. She'd put a dangerous idea into her husband's head, and it would likely take her months to have him properly trained again.

But when she turned back around there was a faint and sad smile on her lips, a few crocodile tears appearing in her eyes. "Oh, Erveth," she murmured as she stepped forward, pulling herself free of the other woman's grip. "Surely you don't think I'd do such a horrible thing?"

"How can I not?" the man said suddenly, the words briefly seeming to surprise both of them before he went on. "When you are out for so long, when you cling so tightly to this ritual and so few others...A man has to question it."

"Darling," she whispered, a hand raising to caress his cheek. "I cannot bear to see you and not be with you, to deny myself your comfort." Her hand fell as she turned slightly away, tears starting to flow a bit more freely. "But...to hear you say such things...to be denied for so long..." There was a masterful crack in her voice, enough to make the new resolve in Erveth's eyes begin to waver. But he looked up towards Verialyn, seemed to draw some sort of courage from it.

"You wish me to prove I am a man?" he asked in a low voice before suddenly he gripped her shoulders, turning her until she was facing him again. "Than I shall do it in my way," he announced, straightening up. "And a man does not go through such madness for a woman he cannot be sure still wants him." Her eyes had widened, surprise and what might have been a bit of actual arousal in the northern woman's eyes. "Get on your knees," her husband demanded.

"Erveth," she whispered, and there was a long pause before very slowly she allowed herself to be pushed down, sinking down to her knees before him, her skirts starting to pool around her as she descended. She raised a slim hand, slowly starting to rub the bulge in the front of his pants, but after a moment she turned slightly to look at Verialyn. Her gaze held the same deadly ice, but her voice was soft and almost fearful. "Not yet...not while she..."

Erveth glanced up to look at her, his eyes filled with surprise, gratitude, lust, a touch of command she hadn't seen before. It was obvious that he would rather she remained.
 
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Mostly Verialyn just watched the unfolding exchange with a stoic expression, satisfied at the way Erveth finally took the initiative and conducted the role reversal. Even more satisfied at the looks she got from him. There was gratefulness beyond what she could have achieved by just spreading her legs, and even a strange way of leaning on her, using her presence for support, a beneficial dependency. Might she have gotten herself a true ally in those few minutes? It was too soon to tell, but she could have gotten lucky.

The downside of course was the enemity of Penni she had incurred. A known enemy, however, could be just as valuable a tool. If ever she needed to leak misinformation, that would be one suitable channel. If ever she behaved oddly it might be the ripple of bigger schemers acting in the background. A dangerous game, for sure.

And then there had been that one brief moment that went almost before it had arrived where something other than cold hatred for the woman who had broken down her construct of domestic dominance had surfaced in her eyes, a short animalistic gleam of arousal as he went to her knees. Was she drawing unexpected enjoyment from that unusual act of submission? Maybe the two of them were not so different after all..

Mostly indeed Verialyn just stayed expressionless and watched. Until Erveth required her aid once more, requested her strength. And she heeded his wordless call, beginning to slowly stride towards the two. "If master Erveth wishes me to leave, I will of course do so without delay" she replied sweetly and casually to the other woman's plea, beginning to gracefully lower herself into a crouch behind Penni. She was acting on a hunch now.

"Until then, though, may I make a helpful suggestion?" Her hands again were on those shoulders, and now they slid rapidly lower, taking the fabric of the dress with them. "Your husband will be even more appreciative of your services if at the same time you will allow him to behold your gorgeous flesh." Not a single trace of mockery was in Verialyn's voice as at that very moment Penni's firm medium sized breasts were exposed, her garment lowered all the way to her hips.
 
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The cold anger became even sharper as Verialyn so casually defied her; it was obvious Erveth wasn't going to send her away. For a few moments she thought that the woman might actually rise up and calmly disembowel the woman who had caused such sudden disruptions in her life. She turned away as Verialyn approached to look plaintively up at her husband, a calculated tremor in her lower lip, but the merchant merely smiled slightly.

Penni trembled as Verialyn took her shoulders, gasped slightly as the dress began to fall. Without a decent look at her face she wasn't able to tell if the shudder was real or feigned, but either way she blushed prettily as her breasts were exposed, turning slightly away from her husband. "I-" she began, only to be cut off.

"Look at me," Erveth said in a commanding tone, far more confident then she'd heard him before. "I wish to see you as you please me."

The kneeling woman gasped slightly, and this one was almost certainly real. She turned until she was looking up at Erveth again, her hands beginning to undo the laces of his breeches. Expert fingers had them swiftly undone, the pants falling to let his stiff, respectable cock spring free. Slowly she straightened up, letting the tip of his cock slowly trail across her pale skin until his shaft could nestle between her breasts. There was a strange look in her eye, a look that wasn't quite anything, as though she herself was still trying to work out just what to feel.

But none of that stopped her from sliding her hands across her breasts to push them together, faintly sighing as she began to rub his cock with her tits. Her head tilted forward, still staring up at her husband as her soft pink tongue emerged to lightly flick against his tip, a deep sigh coming from the man above.
 
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"You are doing wonderful, Penni" was Verialyn's sincere comment. The time the mercant's wife had needed to gather herself and begin pleasing her husband had been enough for her to raise to her feet once more and to step to the side of the couple, getting to watch their profiles as they began in engaging in the act. For long seconds she just stood there, silently watching them, how Penni rose and fell along Erveth's engorged shaft, how she began to smear the drops of his leaking precom all along his length to achieve a lubrication that allowed even faster and more fluid traversal between her mammaries. Only briefly was her study interrupted by a curious glanc towards the slaves, to check how they were reacting to the spectacle.

Slowly she backed away until she could lower herself onto the couch, one leg slung over the other, one arm on the armrest ans the other was draped across the back of the furniture piece. Shooting the merchant a reassuring smile she finally spoke once more "Your lips are so sensual and soft, Penni. I can see already that you are making your husband very happy, but you would likley do so even more if you bowed just a little lower and let him feel them. Just don't break eye contact."
 
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The slave she had recruited seemed to be handling himself quite well. The front of his loincloth was tented out with a half-erection, but he managed to stare straight ahead awaiting a command, doing nothing but occasionally flick his eyes towards the couple in the center of the room. The other slave, who had been engaged with Penni before Verialyn had summoned her, was having a much more difficult time; his naked cock was completely stiff, still glistening faintly, his eyes obviously locked upon the ro Storic's.

Whether she was pleased about the situation or not, it was evident that Penni was starting to get into the perversity of it all. Her cheeks had started to flush as her husband's thick cock slid wetly between her soft breasts, occasionally releasing a faint sigh of pleasure as she delicately licked his head. Her hands began to move a bit more earnestly, slowly gripping and releasing her hold to vary the pressure upon his shaft, the tips of her fingers playing gently with her stiffening nipples.

When Verialyn spoke the kneeling woman very briefly glanced towards her. She could still see the hatred within them, but it was buried now, set aside by a growing arousal. Without a sound she turned back to her husband, staring lovingly up at him as she slowly leaned her head forward, just enough to let her soft lips brush teasingly against him. With a faint smile she pulled back, her breasts sliding up until his head was buried in her tender, slick flesh. Slowly she descended once more, sliding her lips around his head as it emerged from between her tits, her pink tongue visibly sliding against his shaft. Her mouth remained upon him, slowly massaging his shaft with his head nestled in the wet heat of her mouth.

Suddenly her hands fell away from her breasts, fell down to rest upon her knees as she lowered her body to get a better angle. Still staring up at him she began to bob her head forward, only her lips and tongue touching him as slowly took in more. "Penni..." Erveth started to moan, only for the words to become lost in a deep groan as she pushed herself forward, more and more of his heavy prick vanishing into her throat until her lips were pressed up to his stomach, the deep-throat seemingly effortless for her.
 
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Verialyn pursed her lips and nodded in sincere approval. That technique that Penni displayed here was considerable, she must have had lots of practice. Verialyn herself could not claim quite that level of oral skill, her strengths lay elsewhere. And she began to wonder how much longer her presence here would be required.

What else were her options? Intercourse with Erveth was out of the question, the moment she did that the whole construct that had allowed her to trap Penni in her own ruse would come crashing down. Plus it was good to still have that as a bargaining chip for future use. She could just continue watching. Or she could entertain herself with the slaves and allow the ro Storic's to watch if they had the mind for it, but again that might be unnecessarily squandering resources.

So why not pick the easiest solution, and just ask the man. With a quick push Verialyn rose once more and approached the intimately locked couple. "Master ro Storic, is there anything else I can offer as assistance?" Waiting for her words to sink in , her hands loosely folded in front of her, she added "And may I suggest you do your wife's beauty honor by sampling all she has to offer, and not just her admittedly skilled mouth?"
 
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One of Penni's eyes flashed open to glare at her, the rage briefly flashing in her eyes once more. Whatever Erveth was going to say was lost in a sudden, gasping groan as his wife did something marvelous with her throat, his entire body briefly quivering. Slowly she began to pull back, letting her lips and tongue drag slowly across his velvety skin before it slipped free of her mouth with a wet pop. Carefully she rose, the tip of his cock leaving a wet trail across her skin until she stood before him, his cock pressing into the bundle of her dress around her waist.

Her arms slipped around him to pull him close, one hand caressing his face while the other danced lightly upon his shaft as she began to whisper into his ear. Whatever she said only seemed to arouse him further, his hips moving slightly to jerk himself against her soft hand. "Yes," he managed to say in a strained voice, raising a hand to wave over the two slaves. Instantly they responded, quickly approaching with their heads respectfully bowed.

"Take her," Erveth commanded, obviously echoing Penni's words. The command was obviously a welcome one to the slaves, but even as the one strode forward the other looked at her questioningly. They were bound to obey, but taking one of their master's guests at nothing but the say so of another guest would only get them whipped or worse. "I wish to see you be used," Erveth added, lust flashing in his eyes even as Penni glared back with a note of satisfaction.
 
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Ahh well, seems Penni had had the same idea she had, and found her way to realize it. Which meant the decision was taken off her, so to speak. She could of course try to weasel her way out of it completely, but considering the desire Erveth displayed during his request that likely would cause her to loose some of the credit she just had earned with him, not something she wanted considering his favor was a nice counterbalance to Penni's enemity. Which left the alternative to stay cool and let it happen. Which likely would be fun in its own way. She would have to have a talk with Erveth soon, though, as the man was on the best way to loose what little authority he had gained over his wife tonight only to once again turn into her puppet, quite literally goaded by his prick.

Therefore she replied with a hopefully unexpected seductive smile "So that would entertain you, master Erveth? Is there any particular way you would like to see the deed done?" Even as she spoke she gave a little, barely perceptible nod to the hesitant slave. She would have to remember him, that one definitely was one of the smarter ones. And she spread and lifted her arms somewhat so the two men would have easier access to her dress and be able to quickly remove it.
 
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The slave returned the tiny nod, striding forward after him companion. The two of them had the same classical attractiveness that seemed to be mandatory amongst Xorien's slaves, but this close the differences between them were fairly obvious. The eager one was several inches taller and appeared a few years younger as well, his athletic body still mostly unmarred by the lash. His dirty blonde hair had been recently cropped short, brown eyes shining with lust. The smarter, more hesitant slave had numerous small scars across his body, nearly invisible unless one knew what to look for, blue eyes looking much more worn and used to the rigors of servitude. As his loincloth fell he proved himself larger as well, his growing cock already thicker and longer than the other slave's not inconsiderable member.

The eager one was upon her first, almost before she had even lifted her arms, quickly sliding around her back to rapidly undo the laces binding her dress. The garment began to fall, the slave's hands reaching around to squeeze her breasts before it had even fallen entirely off of her, her body nude save for the tiny smallclothes hiding her pussy.

Penni was the one who answered the question, a gleam of lust in her eyes as she whispered into her husband's ear, her words quickly echoed by him. "Make her beg." Whatever else he intended to say was lost in a groan as her slim fingers briefly tightened around his shaft, massaging and stroking the rigid flesh as she began to wiggle free of the rest of her dress, letting it fall to the floor. She slid around to her husband's side, pressing her still-firm body into his side as she began to jerk him off in earnest, her pink tongue flicking against his cheek and ear.

Suddenly the other slave was upon Varialyn, the smallclothes soon falling to the floor as two sets of hands began to explore her body. Tenderly and almost roughly they squeezed her breasts and caressed her ass, a warm mouth sucking and gently biting at her neck while another fell to her breasts. A rigid cock slid up between her ass cheeks while another pressed up against her cunt, sliding between her lips and teasingly pushing at her entrance before pulling away, the shaft rubbing against her lips and clit.
 
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If that was the way the slaves intended to make her beg they were failing grandiose. Feeling their hard throbbing manhoods graze over her skin, even or rather especially in those intimate regions, only served to arouse her, creating a warm fuzzy fire in her loins that was further stoked by their hands, particularly those that were busy kneading the bountiful and supple flesh of her breasts. She could 'endure' such treatment for quite a while without complaint.

While the slaves had been busy undressing her and getting close to her she had studied Erveth in particular, especially intent on judging his reaction as her dress fell and her two sizable assets were presented to him for the first time. And also examining how the interaction with his wife went, the latter not quite to her satisfaction. Maybe she could do something about it, though.

"Oh Penni" she finally spoke, seemingly completely ignorant of the two eager males so close to her "you have such a lovely voice, I think it a shame for you to use your husband as a mouthpiece " the last word with special emphasis to rattle the man out of his stupor "for those helpful suggestions to heighten my pleasure. Why don't you address those two helpful men directly? And while you are at it, wouldn't it be a nice gesture towards your husband if you bent over that couch and let him rest his manhood in a place soft and warm while he watches the scene unfold that he had expressed an interest to see?"
 
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In the heat of the moment Penni seemed to be finding it harder to disguise her true emotions, or had simply stopped bothering. Her disappointment in the slaves was obvious; while they seemed content to tease and pleasure until the mistress asked for more, she had been hoping for something rather more abrupt. Her husband didn't seem to notice it at all, too fixated upon the pleasure of her soft hands and the sight of Verialyn's luscious body, his gaze constantly switching between her heavy tits and tight pussy.

When Verialyn spoke Penni seemed confused for a moment, trying to work out her game, only to gasp in surprise as Erveth suddenly reached back to grip her hips and drag her around. Practically pushing her forward he finally stopped before the couch, the grin on his face betraying his approval of the latest idea as he pushed her forward to bend over the armrest, her faint protests tinged with what had to be excitement.

"Fuck her..fuck her harraaahh!" she gasped, her entire body jerking as Erveth slammed his hips forward. "Slap her, hurt her," the words came as whimpers between thrusts, her arms trembling as she tried to hold herself up. "Make her scream!"

This time both slaves seemed hesitant, the two of them sharing a glance and seeming to silently agree on something before they moved. The one behind wrapped an arm about her to hold her steady as he bent down to seize one of her legs behind the knee, lifting it high until she was spread wide for the other. The other stepped forward and reached around to seize her ass, sliding his cock against her slick lips once more before he drove his hips forward, easily impaling her upon his thick prick. He began to fuck her slow and deep, a second cock rubbing back and forth rapidly against her ass, and before Penni could object the slave slapped her bare ass, his mouth falling to her throat. Every few strokes he would spank her again, striking her ass and thighs, the thick cock spreading her wide as he drove deep into her cunt.
 
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