To buy a slave

Aaja knealt before Castor, making room for Eloriel to join in beside her as she began to suckle his manhood in her mouth as she knew he liked.
 
anna walked into the man's house as he touched her ass. he guided her into the bedroom, she stood there, avoiding making eye contact with him.
 
The jewelry was cold and fine and thrilling against her skin and she took some amount of pride in the fact that with the adornments, she and Aaja were much more obviously a pair. Anyone who saw them in such a state would most assuredly be curious of the identity of the owner of such pretty, fine women, then doubtlessly envious. Eloriel was not used to such a swelling of pride, but she was certain no one could deny the beauty of her Aaja, or the two of them together. The previous night, as she had laid, falling asleep, Eloriel had wondered to herself if it was strange, or unnaturally to so eagerly accept the life of a slave... without skepticism, without rebellion. Even in Aaja, she intuited some diminishing, but yet present reserve, of discontentment, or at least uncertainty. But Eloriel was not unhappy. She had been drawn to this point her entire life, and for two days now, two lightning fast but eternity-long days, she had waited for the sick feeling in her stomach to return. But it hadn't. When she first glimpsed Aaja, it was with knowledge of their compatibility, like two finely crafted and identical keys... and she wondered now if Castor was not the lock in which they both fit. He was a vessle and capacitator of their union. Without him, Eloriel had realized, on the brink of unnaturally contented sleep, she would not know her soul's mate. The way he looked at her and touched her was undeniable. Kind. Without hesitation, she knelt, and took him into her mouth. She and Aaja took turns, trading his turgid member with traces of their own taste on the shaft, back and forth. There was an identicle sparkle in their eyes as they serviced him. Eloriel showed her enthusiasm through her attentive tongue and loving, tender lips, and wordlessly thanked the man with whom she was barely accquainted, for bringing her to Aaja, and to this point in her life. She had never imagined a life of subservience, but she couldn't trun away from the feeling of wholeness that had overcome her in her time here.
 
Rob smirked at Tess and pushed her down onto his bed, starting to strip off her clothes, still saying nothing to her. He gets off her top and bra and starts to squeeze her breasts roughly with one hand, while removing his pants with the other.*
 
as he pushed tess onto the bed, and begain taking her clothes off and groping her breasts, tess closed her eyes, turning her face away. she knew what was coming, but she hoped somehow it wouldn't.
 
Marcus felt his toes curl and his back arc towards her steadily sucking lips. He was amazed at how good she was at this already but at the moment anything that even resembled conscious thought had long since abandoned his mind. "Trianna don't stop!" He was repeating her name over and over again like a mantra unable to focus on anything beyond the hot mouth slurping around his cock and she even naturally gone to cradle his sack.

"Don't stop don't stop don't stop!" His breath coming in ragged gasps as his cock pulsed in her mouth giving her the only warning she'd recieve before he flooded her mouth with his cum.
 
Castor sighed contentedly as the two women took turns satisfying him. In truth it was the playful nature of their labor that appealed to him the most. Oh, certainly they felt amazing, soft lips and warm tongues caressing him most intimately. But it was the cheer with which they approached the task, their desire to please him and the smiling, cooperative way they went about it that warmed him. Every man wants to know that his women desire him, and Castor fancied he saw more than the desire of a slave to accomplish a task.

When he came they actively laughed and took it in turns to catch his seed, smiling wickedly at him under his gaze. He gasped for breath as his heart pounded and they slowly pumped him and licked him clean. The joy of the moment bubbled out him in laughter that the two women joined in. He leaned forward and kissed them both.

A cough from the doorway attracted his attention.

"The marker is here, lord," Democritus announced.

Castor smiled ruefully at Eloriel.

"Send him in," he ordered.

He rose and tucked his flaccid member into his clothing.

"To the bed, Eloriel. On your back and remain still. Aaja, you'll hold her arms," Castor commanded.

The young woman looked apprehensively at the doorway and then, at Aaja's urging, walked over and lay down on the bed. Aaja crawled to the head of the bed and held Eloriel's arms while cradling her head in her lap. Castor walked the marker over to the bed, explaining that he wanted the same excellent work he had done on Aaja the day before. The man nodded and began to lay out his tools.

Castor took hold of one leg while Democritus took the other. They held her legs tightly to prevent her from moving and being injured. The marker rubbed a strong wine over Eloriel's hip, cleaning it carefully and drying the skin. Then he applied oil of cloves and let it numb the skin while he sharpened his blades, whetting them on a fine stone. After a few minutes he wiped the oil off and began to carefully slice. His blade cut shallowly through Eloriel's skin as he meticulously inscribed Castor's chosen design upon her flesh.
 
Sam And Rose

She felt his body against hers when he let her go for a moment, she closed her eyes and her breathing grew a little faster as she felt his hands on her body again, she felt the bed under her body and opened up her eyes feeling what he wanted, she opened her legs it was do it willingly or have them forced open. She sighed unsure of what to do, she felt his warm hands and all she could do was moan. She wasn't the kind of person to fight because she wasn't all that strong.
 
Eloriel squeaked softly when the blade touched her skin first, initially, in surprise, then pain. The oil did little to kill the pain. She tossed her head back, bared her throat, gasped and curled her toes, but stayed otherwise remarkably still. Her eyes fluttered a little as she tried to escape internally from the hurt, but when she couldn't she looked up and met Aaja's big pale eyes. What seemed like a moment later, but was actually quite a number of minutes, the marker began to collect his tools and concluded his business with Castor. Eloriel winced slightly as she came back down to her senses and winced at the tender sting. She looked down at her skin and drank in the sight of it for a long time. She was marked. As his. But in a way, she had been marked as Aaja's, too. She knew it may not be the time or place, but her intuition pushed at her to speak. To trust Castor, and speak to him. "My Lord, there is something I must tell you. May I speak with you now, Sir?"
 
Castor looked away from the doorway where Democritus was escorting the marker out.

"Of course, Eloriel," he responded. "What do you have to say?"
 
Meliara

Meliara listened, but didn't comment as Miren and Jason spoke about Miren's people. She did not really care for politics. Her people were free to do what they liked for the most part, or at least her family was. They had never gone to any of the council meetings and strayed away from the main city in the tree tops that her own people had established.

Meliara instead focused on her food. She forced patience upon herself to conduct her eating slowly and in a polite manner. She did not want to show any weakness or need for what was laid out for her and provided by humans. At home, she was very capable of catching her own meal with her bow and arrow.

Miren addressed Meliara, "Meliara, would like some nectar? I find it goes quite nicely with human food."

Meliara set her utensils down before nodding and answering, "Well, I'll at least try it..."
 
Eloriel watched Democritus go, and gave Aaja a lingering, contemplative look, and then a silent apology with her eyes. She knew the secret was Aaja's, but she felt that Aaja's wellbeing and happiness belonged to her as well. She lowered her voice, and sat up. "Castor... Democritus hurt Aaja. He touch Aaja. He tell her Aaja would hurt more if Aaja tell you. Now it will be Eloriel who hurts for Aaja. She didn't tell, so she won't hurt."
 
Castor felt his stomach twist and only long years of experience in politics kept him from snarling in rage. He was furious, with Democritus, with Aaja, with himself. He looked at Aaja, who cringed under the look, and then at the doorway. When he looked back Eloriel was holding Aaja as protectively as Aaja was holding her. The sight of them softened his displeasure. However angry he might be that Aaja had concealed this from him, she had been smart enough to select Eloriel who, after just having had someone's sigil carved in her flesh had still be courageous enough to broach the subject. They hadn't been with him long enough to understand him, the rules he lived by, but they would learn, and quickly because they were already pre-disposed towards those morals. He took a moment to master his anger and then spoke.

"Thank you, Eloriel. I appreciate your honesty, and your courage. When you have been longer with me you will understand how much I value trust." He shifted his gaze to Aaja. "I am displeased you did not tell me immediately, Aaja. But I understand why you did not. We will talk more about this at a later time."

He paced, thinking out loud as much as talking to them.

"I cannot deal with Democritus immediately, so you will have to endure a short time longer. Tell him nothing of this conversation and know that I will..." They didn't want to hear about vengeance and salving wounded pride. "I will ensure he never has opportunity to hurt you again."
 
Eloriel understood the pain Aaja undoubtedly felt under Castor's disappointed gaze, as she herself withered under it a little, too. She buried a soft kiss in Aaja's hair as she rocked the girl in her arms, and whispered "I'm sorry." To Castor, she looked up. She hoped the man understood her heart half as well as she knew his already. Her instincts told her all about he goodness of Castor's heart. Eloriel had grown well accustomed to one truth of living the life of a sensitive... it isn't fair or easy when you know more about the people around you than they know about you. That's why she had always been careful about being honest, and open to the people she cared about. In her world, she felt there was little room to hide and hint when it came to her intentions and emotions. Reminding herself this to embolden her speech, she said "You truly are our Lord, Sir, and Aaja and Eloriel love you for it."
 
Sam & Rose

When Sam put a little pressure on her legs she opened them wide willingly and after running his finger along her slit a few times he slipped it between her pussy lips and teased her clit slipping his thumb in with his finger too take hold of it and to pull and twist it feeling it enlarge and get harder as he did.

His othe hand was still working on her tits teasing her nipples to hardness and he smiled as he heard the moans coming from her she was ready but he wanted her fully aroused before using his fingers in her and then his manhood to steal her virginity.

"That's good little one," he told her as she responded to his actions
 
Sam And Rose

She moaned as she felt his fingers inside her moving her head back she let out a whine that was full of lust, full of every inch of her being. She heard his voice forming words, she opened up her eyes when he said what he did, he was a kind man, even tho she was afraid his words meant a lot to her.
 
Sam & Rose

Sam knew it was time for his fingers to work inside her sex so he left her clit and slipped three fingers into her stretching her as he started to move then in and out of her slowly at first then quickening as her moans got louder she was so responsive that he wondered if Jason would let him keep her for a few days.

He’d removed his hand from her tits and was fumbling with his trousers as his fingers moved in her until eventually he had his trousers and shorts around his ankles with his erect manhood pointing at her naked body.
 
Her body grew tense feeling his fingers inside her her hands grabbed the sheets under her as she arched her back, she looked into Sam's eyes, unsure of what he was doing but she wasn't all too worried about it. Her body responded because she was in heaven.
 
At first Aaja was angry and hurt that Eloriel took it upon herself to tell her secret to Castor...then she was only dismayed that Castor had said he was displeased with her. She was beside herself with worry. What would happen now? Democritus was bound to hurt her again, and she was worried each time he did so it would feed a rage in Castor. If they fought would Democritus hurt their kind Lord? Would this secret possibly cost her both people she loved?
"Aaja knew she should tell...but... Master Democritus say he have your ear, he is trusted by Lord Castor. He say...he can have Eloriel taken from me, and cause me much misery and pain and Lord Castor would never even know...I so sorry, my Lord, I should not have believed him. He frightened me. He still does a little bit." Aaja explained tearfully. "I don't want Democritus to hurt Eloriel, or to hurt you, my Lord. I take pain so nobody else have to." she said, explaining her motives. "Aaja...I...I will never lie to my Lord again." she finished, bowing to him and springing from the bed and Eloriel's protective grasp to lower herself upon the floor and kiss Castor's feet.
 
Trianna

"Trianna don't stop!"
Over and over she heard her name being groaned up into the night sky, the wind whisking it away. She continued to pleasure him as much as she was able, licking and fondling his member, trying to take him as deeply as she could with each sweeping movement of her head over his crotch.
"Don't stop don't stop don't stop!"
Trianna felt his shaft twitch almost between her lips before it tensed and she could feel bursts of warm liquid being shot into her mouth and throat. It was Marcus’ seed and signalled his climax. Unsure of what to do but his hips thrusting up and burying his shaft in her mouth let her know what he wished of her. She swallowed the thick liquid that now coated the inside of her mouth, ensuring she caught all drops upon her tongue before licking his gradually softening sex gently to clean any other traces from upon it. Once she could no longer taste his seed upon him, she carefully removed her mouth from upon him and moved to lay alongside his heavily breathing form. Resting her head upon his chest.
Did…did I please you, Master?
 
Talking wasn't something that Marcus was interested in, not at that exact moment but he was pleased. He nodded excitedly and pulled her up against him kissing her first on the forehead then again softly on her lips as he nodded. He snaked his arm around her one settling firmly on her ass and pulling her close to him.

Almost a minute later he nodded then spoke. "Yes you did very well Trianna, very very well. Are you certain that was your first time doing that?" He smiled and ran his fingers through her hair. "Only one hole left to show you how to use."
 
Trianna

Trianna rubbed her body against his as Marcus drew he up to kiss her, his hand snaking down to grasp her behind and use it to pull her closer still. She could hear his heart thundering in his chest as she lay beside him.
"Yes you did very well Trianna, very very well. Are you certain that was your first time doing that?"
"Yes, Master...I'm glad you enjoyed it so much..."
"Only one hole left to show you how to use."
Trianna's body tensed momentarily as she realised what he meant but tried to put that out of her head for now. She doubted he would be ready to try such things any time soon.
"As you wish my Master...my body is yours to use as you please..." She said softly, stroking his chest with her fingers, purring as his own slid through her hair.
 
"That idea frightens you doesn't it?" He was holding her against him of course he felt her body tense against him. "Don't worry it won't happen right now, I plan on something differnt for you immediatly. I think I'm going to take you on your back next. When we wake up I will teach you some more about being a slave, the proper greetings, ways to behave when there is company. Perhaps we'll find some time for you to show me combat techniques. My fathter taught me a lot but he is far to old to properly train . . ." He trailed off the thought of his father termporarily distracting him.
 
Mairr leaped into the air, staying as low as he could without going too near those wrought-iron spikes. Immediately the humans on the lawn behind him burst into an uproar, but Mairr could only put them out of his mind and try to get the little green dragon freed as quickly as possible before the two-leggers managed to get themselves organized and send a troop of archers after him. There was the cage-cart, stopped before the front steps of an elegant manor house. The green dragon-child was still bound as well as contained within the sturdy cage, and unfortunately probably quite stiff from having been tied up for the better part of two days. Four of the slaver's men had accompanied the cart, all armed. Liveried guardsmen, also armed, and unarmed curious servants were emerging from the house to look nervously at the cage.

They seemed not to have seen Mairr yet, but probably would in a moment or two. Only one of the non-uniformed humans from the house was approaching the cage-cart. He wore a sword at his belt and seemed to be important, the focus of several of the others' attention. Remembering his earlier thought about taking the children hostage, Mairr made a split-second decision - he would sieze this person as a hostage and demand the others set the little green dragon free. Beating his wings as hard and fast as he could Mairr climed almost straight up into the sky, sunward of the humans to confuse their eyes. Then Mairr dove down at the man, converting his altitude into speed.

The humans caught sight of him, some screaming, some ducking, a few of the more disciplined warriors starting to draw and aim their weapons, but it was too late - Mairr grabbed his target and swooped upward again. Two crossbow bolts whizzed by but missed him cleanly, and then the Captin of the guard was shouting for the others not to shoot because they might hit "Lord Aravian". Mairr grinned - if his hostage was the lord of this manor he had made a lucky choice indeed. Mairr landed on one of the manor's roofs, carefully keeping his hostage between himself and the crossbowmen. Then he shouted down to the humans, "You free little dragon, I free this human! You hurt little dragon, I hurt this human! Understand?!"
 
Sam & Rose

Sam climbed onto the bed between her spread legs and carefully positioned himself so that his manhood could slide into her sopping wet pussy without any problem then remembered that she was a virgin and he had to take his time although he wanted to push his whole length into her in one go.

He removed his fingers from her sex and slipped the first few inches of his into her waiting cunt as he moved his hands back to her nipples to tease them as he slowly fucked her. With short strokes he started to move in and out of her pussy with his cock feeling the slight obstruction on his inward strokes bur taking care not to break through too soon.

The movement of her body with her back arched and her hips moving to meet him was making it difficult until she really moved her hips onto him and he felt the full length of his cock slip into her
 
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