Verialyn was a little shocked at Phyliss' outburst. With a surprised tone she responded "No, I did not kill him."
Then she thought for a second and added "Should I have done so? I just saw no reason to. It did not seem necessary at the moment, he seemed willing to go peacefully."
To that Verialyn replied calmly as she looked up to the standing gorgon: "I am sure he will return, he said as much. You see, he seems overly fond of the horse you stole from him. Maybe they have some sort of intimate relationship, although I thought it was a stallion. " She had to grin before she continued.
"But I convinved him that he should go about it peacefully. He will bring you another horse in exchange, and he will not harm you. He promised, and I will make sure he keeps his promise if he himself does not intend to."
Phyliss didn't know what to say and pouted, but then she got up.
"I don't care for his horse. But I wonder if he will keep word."
In her mind she saw herself dangling with her bound wrists from the ceiling, while large, bulby Haerdon took her from behind. Even more disturbing then the memory was the fact that there was something exciting in that thought, but she pushed it away.
"Anyway, I will go for the bath now." she said, putting on a black, silky morning robe with green ornaments on it, heading for the bathroom.
Phyliss went into the bathroom and stripped her robe off. The water was cold yet, but the gorgon was at least used to that. She used a sponge to clean herself carefully.
"I wonder where Relic is." said Phyliss. "Although I don't miss her. But I really like to know why Canut didn't follow us."
Before Verialyn followed Phyliss into the bath she could out of the corner of her eye observe Sven, how he gestured to another servant boy further down the floor, before he disappeared into the room next to the bath. She found this behavior a little strange, but did not pursue this train of thought right now.
Instead she followed Phyliss, and once inside also shed her robe, stepped into one of the tubs and began to clean herself from the last remnants of what Haerdon had left her last night.
"Do not worry about Relic, as far as I know she got recalled on urgent Mercenary Guild business last night. About Canut's whereabouts I know nothing."
"To bad, I really like that stinky little fellow. Maybe he went straight to the forges. I hope we will find him."
The gorgon cleaned herself up and got out of the tub, finishing her makeup in a quick routine.
"Now I just have to decide what to wear for breakfast."
As Verialyn let the sponge run across her naked form something briefly caught her attention. Something on the wall that led to the room she had seen Sven disappear into. She looked closer while acting inconspiciously. Yes, two of the ornaments on that wall were constructed in a very interesting way. She was not entirely sure, but she had to smile as a suspicion grew in her. There would not be any harm in checking it out.
Simultaneously with Phyliss she got out of the tub. She replied "Oh, I am sure whatever you will choose will be perfect" When she had dried herself and started to put on her robe again, she made a quick and barely noticeable gesture for Phyliss to follow her.
Once they were outside the bath, Verialyn put a finger to her lips, indicating for the gorgon to try to stay as silent as possible. Then she tiptoed to the door to the room adjacent to the bath and put a hand on the door handle.
Once Phyliss had caught up to her, she opened the door with one quick motion. Just as she had guessed they could see Sven and one other servant, both probably just over 18 years old, frozen in shock for the moment,staring at the two women with a surprised expression on their face. Both had their pants down and their hands on their rock hard members, and from this side it was clearly discernable that there were two improvised spy holes in the wall to the bathroom.
Phyliss had sneaked silently behind Verialyn and looked over her shoulder. She put her hand over her mouth not to burst out in laughter. She had often heard of such devices and guessed that she had been watched from such in different houses before, but it was the first time she ever revealed one. She didn't say a word, because she was curious what Verialynn would say to this.
Verialyn was a pleasantly surprised by how humorous the gorgon reacted to the situation. She herself also could not help but smile widely at the uncomfortable young servants.
Sven regained his composure as the first one. Unaware that his member was still hanging out of his pants he desperately pleaded "Please dear ladies, forgive us what we have done. Don't tell anyone that you have caught us, or we will be punished severely. We'll do anything for you!"
Verialyn turned to Phyliss,and with a grin she addressed her "What do you say, should we let those trespassers get away unpunished?"
The gorgon looked strict, also she did twinkle to Verialyn.
"First I have to make up my mind if I should holler "Help!Rape!" or if I should make two pretty garden statues."
Sven replied frightened "Oh please ladies, we did not do anything to you. Please do not harm us." He was close to tears.
Meanwhile Verialyn advanced on the other boy. He was about Sven's age, maybe a little younger, and he looked even more naive. He was kind of cute with the desperate and helpless expression on his face, clearly afraid of what his friends suggestion had gotten them into. Verialyn felt a little sorry for him. And his member was of remarkable size and girth, even in its current semi-deflated status.
Verialyn turned to Phyliss and replied "And do you know what really insults me, Phyliss? These boys had more than fifteen minutes to watch us and to masturbate, but even that long time was not enough to get them off."
She looked sternly back at the other boy, and asked him "Are we really that ugly?"
"No, not at all my lady!" stuttered the boy who didn't dare to look into her face. He looked on her breasts instead.
Phyliss Ovida
"Maybe you don't like snakes, hmmm?" the gorgon wiggled her snakes and looked at the other servant, who was older then his comerade, probably of just about her own age in appearance.
Sven was at a loss of what to say. In fact he was not particularly fond of snakes, but this was not the time to be honest in that regard. So instead he looked at Phyliss, and just stammered a feeble "No, maam, snakes are o.k."
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Verialyn replied to Bjoern "So, if our beauty was not lacking, what else caused you to take so long."
She stepped closer, now less than half a meter away from the boy, her back to Sven and Phyliss. Her hands went to the cloth belt that was tied in front of her robe. "Maybe it was because that spyhole is so small and we were so far away?"
She undid the belt, and her hands moved as if she were to part her robe any moment. "Maybe you just need a close up look at us?"
"Uh..Ohh." Bjoern blushed as he stared at Verialynns body, while his dick went up instantly in anticipation. He had seen her nude through the peeping hole, but he never dreamed to see her from such short distance. His mouth opened as her hands were about to open her robe.
Phyliss Ovida
"Really? That doesn't sound to convinced. Maybe you should touch them to see if they are dangerous?" she got so close to Sven that her waving snakes nearly touched his face.
Sven was momentarily distracted by what was happening between Bjoern and Verialyn, even if he could only see the woman's back right now. The first of Phyliss' snakes crossing his field of vision snapped his attention back to the gorgon immediately, though.
"Uhh, sure, if you say so, madam..." He had heard the rumors of what had happened with the gorgon in the garden last night, but that was little comfort now. He would have to touch these snakes. Hesitantly he lifted one of his hands up towards her head, but it was clearly visible that he was not very comfortable doing do.
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Verialyn cocked an eyebrow at the sudden rise of Bjoern's penis. Ahh, the virility of youth. Still with a smile on her face she looked him directly into the eyes, as good as this was possible with his gaze fixed onto another part of her body, and commented "It seems my suggestion finds your approval."
Then she finally put her hands apart, opening her robe in the process, and giving Bjoern a prime view of her large breasts and her bare vagina. She really enjoyed this, and it was clearly evidenced by the fact that her nipples were hard already.
Verialyn noticed the gagging sounds the boy in front of her made. To have her hands free again, she let the robe slide completely off her body and drop down on the floor, crumpling around her feet.
She carefully lifted one hand and gently caressed the boy's cheek, while looking at him concerned. "Say, is everything o.k. with you?"
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Sven could not help but stare at Verialyn's close up naked ass for a few moments, as his hand froze in its position next to the gorgon's head. Why did Bjoern have to have all the luck? But then, it was he who had come up with that idea, so maybe it was just karma.
Finally he returned his attention back to Phyliss, and moved in with his hand to make a gentle first contact with one of her snakes. To his surprise their skin was dry and soft, and the touch actually rather pleasant.
Even though at the moment he would have gladly switched position with Bjoern he refrained from blunt honesty again and replied "Oh no, mylady, you are very beautiful, and this is a unique experience."
"Perfect! Perfect!" did he say, slightly nervous. He kept staring at her breasts, still unsecure how to act. Nevertheless, his prick needed no command. It just kept growing and rising.
Phyliss Ovida
Of course she noticed how he looked over to Verialyn and how his hand stopped just before her snakes, and she felt annoyed. What was it? Of course, Verialyn was pretty, but Phyliss was sure that her face was definitely more beutiful then Verialyns, and there was nothing wrong with her body. Of course, the big tits. Phyliss instantly grabbed her own breasts. They were firm and by now means small, you could even say quite big, but smaller then the vampires. What should she do now? The best punishment would be to do what was her first impulse; to run out and slam the door behind her, leaving Sven behind. Would that be unfair to her friend? Would she notice? But she wouldn't give herself away if she flt being second choice. Might he come back begging or he might go to hell. That is the best, she thought. She simply turned and walked out, although she didn't slam the door. She went over to her room, trying to think what she should put on for breakfast. There would be others then this boy.