thymoit
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- Joined
- May 11, 2009
Alexander
He knew what he was looking for, a bodyguard that he could fuck. One that was loyal and devoted, but not possessive. He wanted a servant, not a wife. He would certainly be bedding other women. Beautiful in an exotic way. Definately dangerous in a fight or what was the point? Enhanced senseses. She should be submissive, a pet, but with a spark to her. One that would need a bit of discipline from time to time, but not rebellious.
Skii
It is night and Skii has been shut in with the rest of the slaves for the night. No one will come shopping for slaves to morning. So it was odd for Skye to hear the clip clop of hooves in the corridor. Yes, some of the other slaves have hooves, but they wouldn't be out. The hooves come to stop outside her cell and she saw a man swing down off a horse. How he got a horse down here into the dungeon she doesn't know and he certainly isn't supposed to be down here this time of night.
He dismounts and walks to her door where she can see his face. He is a tall man with dark black hair and aristocratic good looks. There is an odd solidness to him, a presence, almost as if he weighed far more than he does.
Alexander
Ahhh, this must be her. Very nice. Sexy and exotic. Not entirely human, but human enough in all the right places. She's locked in. Hmm, some kind of criminal?
"You there, girl, what is your name?"
He knew what he was looking for, a bodyguard that he could fuck. One that was loyal and devoted, but not possessive. He wanted a servant, not a wife. He would certainly be bedding other women. Beautiful in an exotic way. Definately dangerous in a fight or what was the point? Enhanced senseses. She should be submissive, a pet, but with a spark to her. One that would need a bit of discipline from time to time, but not rebellious.
Skii
It is night and Skii has been shut in with the rest of the slaves for the night. No one will come shopping for slaves to morning. So it was odd for Skye to hear the clip clop of hooves in the corridor. Yes, some of the other slaves have hooves, but they wouldn't be out. The hooves come to stop outside her cell and she saw a man swing down off a horse. How he got a horse down here into the dungeon she doesn't know and he certainly isn't supposed to be down here this time of night.
He dismounts and walks to her door where she can see his face. He is a tall man with dark black hair and aristocratic good looks. There is an odd solidness to him, a presence, almost as if he weighed far more than he does.
Alexander
Ahhh, this must be her. Very nice. Sexy and exotic. Not entirely human, but human enough in all the right places. She's locked in. Hmm, some kind of criminal?
"You there, girl, what is your name?"