To buy a slave

[bullshot]

Jason, Meliara & Miren

"I won't fight you... just please don't hurt me."

Jason smiled as these words finally tumbled from her mouth as she submitted to his will her body was writhing as his fingers continued their onslaught in her pussy and his thumb teased her clit hearing her moan as her breathing became faster.

He drove his fingers into her faster and faster aided by her juices that were flowing freely his other hand continued to massage her breasts and tease her nipples driving her closer and closer to her climax waiting for the signs that her body had surrendered itself to him completely.

He heard more moans coming from her as she started to move in time with his fingers realising that she was really close to gratification he quickly removed his fingers from her pussy and stepped back from her leaving her close but not quite satisfied.

“You’ll enjoy it properly later,” he told her as he turned to join Miren. “Get her down and bring her to my quarters,” he ordered two of his men he knew that they wouldn’t touch her and she’d be with Miren and himself within minutes.

“Come Miren, Meliara will join us shortly, you can question her there if you need to,” he told her with a smile as he headed back to his quarters.

 

[bullshot]

Jason, Joe & Tess

Joe couldn’t believe how unlucky he was that Jason was still in the yard from the looks of things he’d just finished inspecting the Elf that was still attached to the examination post from the movements of her body it was obvious that he’d left her frustrated ready for later that night.

“We picked Tess up on our way back,” he explained to Jason. “She claims that she was a freed slave,” he added with a laugh. “From the way she’s reacted to us on the way back she wouldn’t have stayed free very long in the city so we’ve made her a slave again,” he told him and waited for his instructions.

“Have her bathed and cleaned up, then when Sam and Tom come in if the Nymph hasn’t been sold have her cleaned up as well. Then take them both to Marcus on the farm but the Nymph isn’t to be touched on the way,” Jason instructed as he looked Tess over. She’d make a good slave with a figure like hers but she needed rest and feeding before he put her on the block obviously she’d been over used by the men on their way back to the city.

 

[Nibbles_n_Tits]

Miren

She stands near Jason as he speaks to Joe, As she listens to their conversation she doesn't bother to hide her loathing of Joe and the kind of brute he is. She doesn't bother to hide it, she displays it keenly, letting him know exactly how she feels about him without saying a word.

When she is certain that he has noticed, she casts a sympathetic gaze on the poor abused slave he brought in.

 

[Otto26]

"Yes, Eloriel, you and Aaja have pleased me very much," Castor replied. He lay back in the bed, content in the feeling of the two women cuddled next to him and slowly drifted off to sleep.


He felt movement and it took him a moment to remember why he might feel movement. His eyes snapped open and he looked to his right. Aaja was softly stroking Eloriel's hair. She looked over at him as he sat up.

"Good morning, lord," she smiled.

He smiled back at her. "Good morning, Aaja."

He swung his legs off the edge of the bed and reached down to pull the chamber-pot out. "I have a number of tasks to attend to this morning," he explained as he voided his bladder and then replaced the chamber-pot. "You and Eloriel will be collared as soon as the smith arrives. The marker will be here shortly thereafter and Eloriel will be marked as you were."

He reached out and gently touched the tattoo on Aaja's hip, knowing from experience that it would still be tender. She winced slightly and Castor leaned over to kiss the expression from her face.

"Get cleaned up, get food, and begin cleaning my room. I'll summon you when the smith arrives," he told her. Then he rose and began pulling on clothing.

 

[Britwitch]

Trianna

"Very much so."
They moved away slightly from the river's edge, much to Trianna's relief.
Stroking her softly furred fingers up and down the length of him before curling her fingers around and stroking him, over and over again. All the while purring and feeling her own body begin to respond.
She shifted so that she was knelt between his legs, still stroking his sex but then she lowered her mouth and began to lick gently at the head. Her tongue's texture stimulating the skin as she enveloped the head in her warm mouth. Once again keep her dangerous teeth out of the way as she leant a little further towards him and slipped a little more into her mouth. She didn't really know what she was doing but she did what her body seemed to think it should do. Listening for his own reaction to see if it was what Marcus wanted, whether he was enjoying it.

 

[sunandshadow]

Mairr followed the slave cart containing the young green dragon for almost two miles through the winding roads of the city. Along the way he ran into two young female humans playing with dolls in the alley he was skulking down - these must not have been old enough to know that a dragon was something to be terrified of. The younger one giggled and squealed, "Horsie!" The older one's eyes went round and she asked Mairr wonderingly, "Are you a dragon?"

Mairr briefly considered taking the two hostage and trying to trade their safety for that of the dragon child - but the cage-cart hadn't stopped yet, would he have to carry them while chasing it? What if they didn't cooperate, or made noise and drew attention to him? Besides, these two-leggers mistreated each other all the time, the slavers might not even care about the safety of these two little ones, or worse might enslave the two children, something Mairr could never stand to have on his conscience. So he just answered the girl, "Yes, I is dragon. Don't tell you saw me, is very important secret! Understand?"

The little girls nodded enthusiastically. Mairr began walking on, but the older child called, "Wait!"

Mairr sighed. "I is have to hurry - have to rescue somebody."

"Oh!" exclaimed the little girl. "From a monster?"

"No, from slaver." Faking a worried tone, Mairr added, "If he catch you, he make you a slave too - you better hide!" The little girls squeaked, and the bigger one grabbed the smaller one and dragged her into a nearby house.

Mair sighed again, stretched up to see how far away the cage-cart had gotten (and shake some of the dust and cobwebs off his wings), then hurried on. The houses started to grow taller and fancier, and have large yards, even their own stands of trees. Mairr was forced to skulk farther away from the road, through back gardens - once he startled a green-skinned female servant doing laundry, who screamed and ran into the house. Forsaking stealthiness Mairr sprinted as fast as he could away from that house until, several yards later, he got to a stone wall which blocked his passage.

He crouched in the bushes while he tried to decide what to do next. He had outstripped the wagon - it was only now rumbling up to the wall, where a gate guard called out to know who wished to enter. A few two-leggers were milling about on the lawn where the green woman had screamed, but they didn't seem to have spotted Mairr yet. Surely they would soon. The cage wagon, meanwhile, had passed through the gate which clanged shut behind it.

Well, there was no other option now - the high stone wall had sharp wrought-iron spikes on the top so he couldn't climb it, he would have to fly over it. Nervously Mairr waited a minute, listening to the rumbling of the wagon get farther away - even if the other humans immediately started shouting, if he could get into the air without the slavers seeing him he could perhaps dive at the cage cart and break the cage open or kill one or two of the guards before they started shooting at him. Then he leapt into the air.

 

[slippedhalo]

Aaja awoke to the gentle feeling of Eloriel stroking her sex and Castor snoring lightly upon her neck. She moved closer to Eloriel and kissed her, their tongues intertwining in a very intimate morning greeting. She moved her kisses down El's body until they were foot to head and then enjoyed tasting Eloriel's nether mouth as well, each sexually pleasuring the other in the same manner, trying very much to remain quiet and not wake Castor.

OOC: -Waif, if you'd like to add more in your post, feel free to backpost.

IC:

As they lay in afterglow from bringing one another to orgasm and drinking of their 'companion's' nectar they were half asleep and half awake when Castor rose. Aaja greeted him, feeling content and friendly.

He told them he'd be busy all morning and that they would be collared and Eloriel marked today. Aaja looked down at the stylized 'C' on her hip, still tender and remembered the pain of the day before's marking on herself. She squeezed El's hand in support as Castor touched the sore spot and she winced. She smiled when he leaned over to kiss her, though and she quickly forgave him.

He then began dressing. "Get cleaned up, get food, and begin cleaning my room. I'll summon you when the smith arrives," he told her. Then he rose and kissed them both on their head before leaving them to follow his orders. Aaja turned to kiss Eloriel once on the lips and the hurried to get the smell of sexx off of their bodies and begin the chores of the day. She knew there would probably be more lessons later as well but hoped to get a better sight of that garden she had seen on her first day. She also hoped to avoid Democritus at all costs.

 

[Otto26]

Castor walked out of the room and down the stairs. He paused in the garden imagining the choice words his grandmother would have had for him. She wouldn't have approved of Aaja or Eloriel on the grounds that he should be trying, again, to get an heir upon a wife. 'Only difference between a slave and a wife is respectability,' he could almost hear her saying. And there was more than a grain of truth in that given Imperial law and custom. On the other hand, his grandmother would have found nothing wrong with the behavior of his slaves, or them personally. He suspected she would have found Aaja's intelligence pleasing. He was still taking the measure of Eloriel, but he sensed a different kind of intelligence in her. More... intuitive, perhaps.

Smiling, he walked over to the kitchen. Democritus was there, eating a quick meal and going over the day's labor with the other servants. He rose as Castor walked in.

"Good morning, lord," he said, leading the respectful chorus of voices.

"Good morning, Democritus," he responded and his gaze extended the greeting to everyone in the room.

One of the serving girls hastily filled a bowl with the morning gruel and poured cream over it. She walked over to him and held the bowl, waiting for him to ask for it.

"The smith and the jeweler?" Castor asked Democritus.

"The jeweler is in the foyer, lord. The smith has not yet arrived. I sent young Calipodius to see about him," Democritus responded.

Castor took the bowl of food from the serving girl with a nod of thanks. "Very well, inform me when he arrives. Aaja and Eloriel should be down to get food shortly."

He walked over to the foyer where he found his clients gathered around a man. They parted a path when they noticed Castor's arrival and the jeweler greeted him politely and enthusiastically.

"The collars?" Castor asked.

The man squatted down and then stood, extending a thin silver ring to him. Castor took the ring and examined it. The silver was thin, no more than a band and had been inlaid with delicate gold filagree. Castors' sigil was displayed at the front where a ring would be inserted by the smith, both an attachment point and the final piece which would close the collar.

"This is nice," Castor declared. "And the other pieces?"

The man bent down again and unrolled the thick fabric roll to reveal an assortment of silver jewelry: thin chains, anklets, nipple shields, rings, and other pieces. Castor squatted down to take a closer look, fingering a few of the items before nodding his satisfaction.

"I don't understand, lord," one of his clients said.

"What do you not understand, Hieronymous?" Castor asked.

"Why would you put such finery upon your slaves?"

Castor stood and handed a collar to the young man. "What would you think if you saw a slave wearing this?"

"I'd think her master a fool with more money than brains," the man replied.

A few of the younger men looked askance at this response but Castor corrected them.

"Hieronymous offered no insult. We are talking hypothetically, so no insult should be assumed. More, had he offered anything less than a full opinion he would have been less than honest with me. We are only as strong as the trust we share," he lectured. He turned his attention back to Hieronymous. "The key in your phrase is 'more money'. Wealth is a very real form of power. In adorning my slaves richly, I proclaim my own wealth."

The man nodded in understanding.

"There's more symbolism in this," Castor said. "Does anyone see it?"

"Your rule is light, lord," one of the veterans rumbled.

"Exactly," Castor replied. "You know a man by his actions. If he is cruel to those he holds absolute power over, then why would you trust him with any power? Beware the man that is cruel to his slaves, rude to his servants. He will be amiable when you are his equal, and a tyrant if he should become your superior. What other purpose might this collar serve?"

"Tells your slaves you like them?" ventured another of the younger men.

"Yes, Remus, good. What reason does a contented slave have to revolt?"

"None, lord," Remus responded.

"So a contented slave works more willingly, the master need not correct the slave, and the slave remains contented. Reinforce success, Remus. In the affairs of life as much as the affairs of war."

Democritus entered the room and caught Castor's eye.

"The smith is here, lord," he announced.

"Get Aaja and Eloriel, Democritus. Bring them to the stable," Castor ordered.

The jeweler gathered up his bundle and followed Castor through the house.

 

[slippedhalo]

Democritus interrupted the scrubbing of the chamber pot by Aaja and the buffing of the floor by Eloriel. He entered the room regally, as if it belonged to him, nearly stepping on Eloriel's fingers as he passed her and he surprised Aaja who'd had her back to the door, by wrapping an arm around her waist and fondling her breast with one hand while he fingered her anus with the other hand's thumb. "Hmmm...I see I must be very careful not to mark your flesh, girl. It looks as though I left evidence of your tutilage the other day." He remarked as he poked his thumb around her sensistive and bruised anal opening. She turned and tried not to glare up at him, much as she wanted to. "What is it Democritus would like from Aaja this morning?" she asked in a voice who's sweetness hid her true feelings toward the blackmailer.

He smiled, lifting his hand from the nipple he'd been pinching to cup her chin and make her look up at him. "Unfortunately not what I'd prefer you do at the moment. Lord Castor would like me to bring you both to the stables. You can finish your work up here afterward. Follow me." he said, walking to Eloriel and lifting her from her crouched position. "It looks nicer when you both walk side-by-side, in step with one another, like a pair of twin pets. Practice that as you follow me to the stable." he commanded.

Aaja looked at Eloriel and they took position behind him, as he had said, they walked as if their hips were attached and kept in exact matching step with one another fairly easily, practice was not necessary for, Eloriel intuited Aaja's every move like a mind-reader and was able to predict as if it were mimicking and therefore all movements appeared as if at the same time. Aaja enjoyed this perpetual unity of motion with Eloriel, it felt as if they were in a constant dance. There was a great many onlookers waiting for them at the stable as they approached where Castor waited for them.

 

[bullshot]

Jason & Miren

After Joe had left to carry out Jason’s orders he turned to Miren with a smile on his face.

“You know. You put the fear of God into him just with that look it probably did more good than me giving him twenty lashes for mistreating a slave like that,” he told her as he watched Joe walk away. “From the state she’s in they must have been at her all the time Joe has been around long enough to know that even a slave needs rest like the rest of us,” he added.

“As soon as Meliara arrives food will be served remember I’ve order some meat for this meal. After we’ve eaten I’d like you to tell me something about your life in the forests if you feel so inclined,” he said to her as he opened the door to her quarters and let her enter first. He really would like to find something about her background her ways seemed just as foreign to him as his ways appeared to be foreign to her.

 

[sexy_curves]

tess stood, stiff and dirty from the last leg of the trip. the man holding the rope tieing her arms together and the rope around her neck, another man looking at her.

she new what was to come, being cleaned and prepared before being put on sale as a slave once again.

 

[Otto26]

Castor was amused to see Eloriel and Aaja enter the room in lock-step and wondered where they had gotten the idea. He rubbed the stubble on his chin and his eyes darted to the unreadable face of Democritus. He recalled Aaja's bruising and his eyes narrowed slightly as he considered... distasteful possibilities.

Pushing the idea aside for later investigation, he smiled at the pair of them. "Come here Eloriel," he ordered.

She stepped forward quickly, looking apprehensively at the male crowd in the stables. Castor gently pushed Eloriel to her knees in front of the anvil. The smith placed the silver collar around her neck and snugged the open ends together. He bent Eloriel's head down until her neck was resting on the anvil.

"Hold her," the smith said.

Three of Castor's clients stepped forward and took hold of Eloriel, pinning her in place.

"Close your eyes, Eloriel," Castor said. "This won't hurt and it's easier if you don't look."

She darted a look at Aaja and then at him before swallowing nervously and closing her eyes.

The smith extracted a red-hot open iron ring and inserted it into the space on the silver collar. The first blow of the hammer shocked her and she squeaked in fright, but the clients held her still. It took the smith less than ten blows in total to close the iron ring and lock the collar in. A wet cloth was applied to the ring to cool it down and then the smith gestured that the men could release Eloriel.

Castor pulled her upright by the ring in the collar and examined her.

"Yes, very nice," he commented. "Your turn, Aaja."

 

[Nibbles_n_Tits]

Miren

“You know. You put the fear of God into him just with that look it probably did more good than me giving him twenty lashes for mistreating a slave like that,” he told her as he watched Joe walk away.

"No, he is weighing the consequences of giving me "what the cold bitch deserves" versus your possible response. He wonders if he can arrange something to look like a mistake, an accident, something that will leave me under his control so he can give me my 'come uppance." There is distaste in her voice but no fear. "As for his treatment of the other slaves, in the future he will simply try harder to keep you from noticing."

“From the state she’s in they must have been at her all the time Joe has been around long enough to know that even a slave needs rest like the rest of us,” he added.

Miren is quiet for a moment before she says, "Yes, all bodies need rest."

“As soon as Meliara arrives food will be served remember I’ve order some meat for this meal. After we’ve eaten I’d like you to tell me something about your life in the forests if you feel so inclined

"Meat will do the little one good, it will fortify her against the upcoming stress." Miren passes through the doorway to Jason's quarters before Jason. As soon as she enters, she slips out of the robe and hangs it on the metal peg near the door. Checking the hem for wear or dirt, she decides to wash it before she goes to bed, the fine material will easily dry before morning.

"We are not secretive but we are a private people, we keep our ways, the old ways, to ourselves." Miren takes a small canvas bag from one of the many drawers in the room, then sits down on the settee. "However, I can tell you something of my life without betraying anything of my people." From the bag she pulls a square of silk and rolls of different colored silk thread. Radiating from the center of the silk square is a delicate tracery of fine stitches forming a pattern of flowing curves leading into graceful knots. "Your needle woman was afraid her hands were growing stiff and that she would soon lose her position. I traded with her. For some scraps of silk, I showed her how to perserve her hands."

She looks up at him, "I am unaccustomed to being idle, so I set myself to a task."

 

[slippedhalo]

"Your turn, Aaja."

Aaja stepped forward, this new thing on Eloriel's neck looked beautiful, but after her marking the previous day she was still wary of these symbols of ownership. She knealt and looked straight into Castor's eyes, calming herself with the pride she saw reflected from him as he looked at her, and then she closed hers, prepared, after what she had just seen, for this to take several blows. She waited, tensed and still.

 

[PandoraSpox]

Meliara

As the slaver continued to play with Meliara's pussy, she began to lose control. She shook under his playful touch. As his thumb massaged her clit, a moan escaped from her lips. Her hips involuntarily pushed toward his hand.

Her heart beat faster as he worked his fingers faster in and out of her wet sex. She arched her back while he massaged her ample breasts and twisted her nipples. She bit her lip again, trying not to make any more embarrassing noises. Meliara felt something close.. she couldn't quite tell what it was, but she had never felt such an intense pleasure in her life and couldn't help holding in her moans any longer.

Then he stepped back.

“You’ll enjoy it properly later,” he said as he turned to tell his men, “Get her down and bring her to my quarters,”

Meliara blinked. Why had he stopped? She wasn't sure what to think, but she knew that she should have been glad that he did stop. Her knees felt weak as the men unshackled her. When she was free, one of them grabbed her by the arm and took her to a door where he knocked. Meliara's cheeks reddened as she noticed him eyeing her naked body and she averted her eyes from his apparent arrousal.

 

[Otto26]

Aaja, despite her misgivings, didn't really need anyone to hold her. Forewarned of what was going to happen she didn't flinch from the sound of the blow. When Castor raised her to her feet he was really very pleased. Gold would have been better to match their hair, but the metal was far too soft. Bronze, perhaps. He would talk to the jeweler. But the silver set nicely against their skin and the fillagree made the collars appear almost insubstantial. He used the ring to pull Aaja close to him and gave her a quick kiss before releasing her with a smile. He took the fabric roll of jewelry from the jeweler and put it into Aaja's arms.

"Back to your work, slaves. Lay this jewelry out on the table. I'll bring the marker up to the room when he arrives."

He gave Eloriel a friendly slap on the ass to speed her on her way and turned back to his men to address some of the business of the day.

 

[Mayu]

Rose ~New Slave~

Rose was a new slave as she felt the shackles tight around her delicate wrists. She was pushed several times, but the next push had her thrown on the floor, she grunted as she hit the ground hard. He picked her up and he hissed at her. Soon he picked her up and had her weight, his end of the bargain was done, the money was given to him. Rose's eyes looked down to the ground, she sighed sadly as she wrapped her arms around herself. Her breathing grew worried as she wished she was in a different place, but it couldn't be that to bad, she waited, unsure of what to do.

 

[RVDFan85]

Rob enters the town

A young man in his early thirties strolled through the town. He kept walking until something caught his eye. It appeared to be an auction of some sort. He went over and tried to get a look at what was being auctioned off, but there were too many peopple in the way. He tried to push his way to the front of the crowd, and he saw that they were naked women, collars and markings on their bodies. Rob nodded, these were the slave auctions he had heard of. Well.....

He walked up to the auctioneer and whispered in his ear what he was looking for. "Two female slaves, possibly three. Preferrably blonde hair. Preferrably one that is a meek little submissive then one that will dominate the submissive one, but that I can still control.* He waits for a reply.

 

[bullshot]

Sam & Rose

Sam had left Tom and Taya when he saw a minor slaver that he knew turn up with a young girl over his shoulder, Tom didn’t appear to notice he was still to engrossed in Taya. After a short time a bargain was struck and Rose became Jason’s property.

Sam took her into the compound at the back and put her in a cell securing her to a loop on the wall he knew that Jason would be too busy to deal with her that night so he started to tease her himself massaging her breasts and nipples looking for any reaction. As Jason’s second in command he could use this girl if he chose he knew Jason’s orders were that new slaves should be treated carefully and not miss used.

 

[bullshot]

Tom & Rob

Tom hadn’t seen Sam talking to the minor slaver so didn’t know about the new slave Rose and had just moved away from Taya when a possible buyer approached him asking about the purchase of a couple of slaves.

“The only one that’s on the block at the moment is Taya the Water Nymph but I think that one of my colleagues came in about an hour ago with a new slave let me go and check,” he said to the buyer as he turned and went out of sight into the compound to find Joe who’d just finished having Tess washed and cleaned.

When Joe told Tom about Jason’s orders he knew he’d have to check with Jason first so he went to Jason’s quarters arriving just as the new Elf slave was entering.

“Jason I’ve a possible buyer for Taya and Tess can I sell them?” he asked.

“If you get a good price sure you can sell them,” Jason replied as he closed the door after the Elf had entered.

Collecting Tess he returned to the possible buyer knowing if he didn’t get a sale the slaves could go to the farm.

“Here’s the other one,” he told the buyer when he returned with Tess in tow. “I’m afraid these are the only two blondes we’ve got at the moment in fact they’re the only two that are for sale at the moment but we should have more within a few days our men are out all the time,” he told the buyer.

 

[bullshot]

Jason, Miren & Meliara

"However, I can tell you something of my life without betraying anything of my people." Miren informed him once she removed her robe and collected a small bag from her room.

She showed him a square of cloth that she’d been stitching silk thread onto making a pattern that to Jason didn’t appear to make an awful lot of sense but he knew that it meant something to Miren and she’d explain in her own time.

Before he could pass any comment there was a knock at the door, Jason opened it to let Meliara enter but as she entered Tom asked about selling Taya and Tess although he knew Tess needed rest he agreed as long as Tom could get a good price for them.

“Take a seat at the table,” Jason said to Meliara once Tom had left. “Food will be served shortly, Miren tells me that you should have some meat with your meal,” he told her as she sat down next to Miren.

Jason took the third chair and looked to Miren to continue her explanation while they waited for the food to arrive noting that the two women could almost be sisters

 

[Nibbles_n_Tits]

Merin

Merin folded the silk and put it back into the canvas bag as Jason spoke to Tom. Then she looked up and smiled as Meliara was shown into the room. Rising fluidly from her seat on the settee the healer stands, and its clear why Merin frequently refers to Meliara as "the Little One". When standing so close to each other, it is obvious that Merin stand nearly a foot taller.

"Greetings, Meliara, and welcome." Merin’s voice is smooth and calm, but even as Merin formally inclines her head as part of the greeting, there in a hint of warmth in the her tone.

With no desire to make Meliara crane her neck, Merin moves to take her seat at the table where she and Jason share their meals. Her long hair straight hair sways gracefully down her back, its slightly curled ends touching her thighs with each languidly smooth step she takes. Over Jason’s shoulder, Tom watches Merin move, hopeful that a swing of her hair will reveal her ass to his lecherous eyes.

“Take a seat at the table,” Jason said to Meliara once Tom had left. “Food will be served shortly, Miren tells me that you should have some meat with your meal,” he told her as she sat down next to Miren.

Merin gives Jason a little smile then turns to Meliara, "My own people eat little meat, but there are times when it is an important part of a meal, many festivals include meat and special occasion are frequently celebrated with a meat course. Of course, we add it to our diet when we need to fortify our strength, or rebuild it after illness or excessive stress. Jason keeps an excellent table, I am certain you will find his hospitality to your liking."

Miren meets Jason's eyes as the corner of her mouth lifts into a smile she wonders if he will understand. She reaches for the wine carafe on the table and graciously pours three glasses. The length of her body and limbs make it possible to perform the task gracefully despite never serving before.

 

[Sean Renaud]

Marcus responded instantly his hips starting to push against her lips. "Good girll Trianna." His manhood was quickly responding to her touch hardening towards her tongue. He back started to stiffen as he continued to struggle to keep his hands in place.

"Now lick my balls while you stroke Trianna, then suck some more and see how deeply you can take it."

 

[Britwitch]

Trianna

"Good girl Trianna."
She could feel his hips rising towards her mouth and took that as a sign of his enjoyment, along with his words.
"Now lick my balls while you stroke Trianna, then suck some more and see how deeply you can take it."
Trianna did as she was told, moving to lick the warm balls of flesh at the base of his shaft, fondling them and nuzzling them while her hands continually stroked and massaged his shaft. Moving her mouth back up to his sex she lowered her head as far as she could, engulfing his firm flesh with her warm, wet mouth. Feeling the head bumping against the back of her throat and forcing it to relax. Sensing he wanted to be taken completely into her mouth, using her feline reflexes she eased the head into her throat and took his shaft conpletely until her lips were at the base. Her mouth gently sucking and massaging his shaft.

 

[PandoraSpox]

Meliara

Meliara was taken into the room where Jason urged her to take a seat at a table.

“Food will be served shortly, Miren tells me that you should have some meat with your meal,” the man informed her as she took her sit beside Miren. She found it comforting not to be alone with him.

Miren bowed her head to Meliara as she entered. Meliara couldn't see why the elf was showing such respect to her when it was obvious that she had a rank much higher than she in society. Meliara did not deserve her respect.

"Greetings, Meliara, and welcome." Miren's calming voice seemed to almost hide the little elf's fate.

Meliara licked her dry lips before voicing quietly, "Thank you." She glanced over to Jason, who was watching the two elves, and then back to Miren as she replied.

Miren did not have her robe on inside the chamber, and Meliara averted her eyes from looking at the elf's beautiful body. She noted that Miren's hair was much like her own, and they did share many features. The young elf took this as more proof that her kind was indeed related to these elegant elves. She still felt that her looks were awkard compared to Miren's. She looked down to her feet, agreeing with herself that she was too short and stalky to even compare to Miren's perfection and calming presence.

Meliara looked back up to Miren, who explained, "My own people eat little meat, but there are times when it is an important part of a meal, many festivals include meat and special occasion are frequently celebrated with a meat course. Of course, we add it to our diet when we need to fortify our strength, or rebuild it after illness or excessive stress. Jason keeps an excellent table, I am certain you will find his hospitality to your liking."

Meliara swallowed. She had not realized that the last time she had a meal was probably more than a week ago-- her nervousness and fear had taken her mind away from her stomach.

She was caught up in Miren's description of her people's culture and spoke up, "We.. my people, that is, eat meat quite often. Hunting is our way of getting food to eat." Her use of the common tongue was probably not even very skillful, but she realized that since Miren was speaking it, she also needed to.

Meliara made sure not to make eye contact with the slaver, who Miren refered to as Jason. She looked down again, regretting having spoken up.

Miren poured wine for the three of them. Meliara looked at the full glass before returning her gaze to the floor. She silently wondered if human wine even compared to the elven drinks she was used to. The crimson red liquid in the glass seemed uninviting.