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[Cherubian]

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The couple was going at it at a moderate pace. The heavy naked form of the voluptuous woman rested comfortably on her back in the simple bunk, alternating between giggles, purrs and moans as the thrusts of the man settled between her spread legs sent the masses of her flesh jiggling, his wrinkly buttocks contracting with every determined thrust of his hips, his huffing and panting and groaning forming a constant acoustic background to the scene. Occasionally one of his hands, usually busy keeping his upper body propped up, found its way to one of the woman’s breasts, apparently to her full approval.

Seneria watched from close up with unconcealed interest. Intently bowed forward and studied the expressions of the two lovers – both of them slaves of her father – from close up and again and again her gaze was drawn back to the place where their bodies merged, where the man sunk his length into the woman beneath him. The two did not seem to mind her presence at all. Likely that was because they could not see her, since the young woman was not there.

Finally the scene culminated, with the man tensing and his back arching. One last stifled groan came from his lips as he pressed himself especially close to his partner, holding himself still for a few seconds before his body grew limp and he collapsed atop her. They seemed finished for now, and so Seneria chose to withdraw. Briefly her field of vision blurred, and then her senses were reunited with her body sitting crosslegged in a relaxed meditative position atop her own bed. Sating ones curiosity definitely was made a lot easier when one had the art at her disposal.

Which likely was the reason that those that did were hunted mercilessly by the Iovian clergy. To them everyone sporting the supernatural gift was an insult to their gods, to be locked up in some dreaded far away temple complex, leading a miserable existence full of prayer and penance under strict supervision.

Seneria was lucky, though. Not only was her father, Lord Derinus Septimus Grella, patrician of one of the most influential noble houses of the city, he apparently also did not share the priests view in this point, at least not when regarding a family member. And so he had made sure that the acolyte who had diagnosed her condition would not be able to relay his insight. Her secret had stayed exactly that, and to her best knowledge very few in the household had any inkling about it. Still her father had managed not only to keep her safe, but even to provide the occasional tutor from who knows where, as well as an increasing array of officially forbidden scriptures. Quite a few of the scrolls and tomes in her own private library had a content that did not actually match the label on the cover.

Speaking of which, her studies. The little detour had been entertaining – as well as good practice for her clairvoyance invocation – and it had created that sweet little tickle in her loins that had come to her occasionally over the last years, but now it was time to get some more work done before heading to sleep. She did not mind, knowledge had always intrigued her in all its forms , be it the classical canon of old languages and history every high born daughter of a noble house was supposed to know to some extent, or the arcane works she studied after her official tutors had left. And so without hesitation her slender and willowed frame rose gracefully, her massive breasts briefly heaving under the light short sleeved silken shift as she straightened herself up. Her bare feet stepped almost soundlessly over the tiles, leading her from her bedchamber to her study and library in the adjacent room. There, on the lectern in the center was the tome she was currently working on, and while her right hand brushed one blond curly strand of her hip long mane out of her forehead, the left opened the scripture at the bookmark and she continued to read.

Recently, however, she had occasionally experienced phases of lapsing concentration. Which was weird, since for most of her life she had been content with what she had, those four private rooms at the end of the top floor in the west wing of her father’s city palace, all the scrolls and books, the occasional visits to the city, attending a scarce festivity here and there even, and some nightly trips accompanied by his father’s guards to the obscure shop that seemed to deal in forbidden writings with select customers at horrendous prices. Her public exposure was rather limited for a young girl her age, even the celebrations for her eighteenth birthday two weeks ago had been rather modest with a very intimate circle of participants.

It likely had started at the time her breasts had begun to swell. Combined with a lewd remark overheard from a maid here and there, as well as the cold scientific descriptions in her works about anatomy. And the gazes of some of the men that started to look at her in strange ways, the more so the more her bosom began to stretch her garments. Slowly, piece by piece, she had puzzled together her knowledge of matters sexual, and concluded that that tingling in her loins that came to her now and then when she was thinking about these was a stage of what was commonly referred to as arousal.

Like today. The image of the two copulating slaves was still fresh in her mind, and it somehow would not want to go. Concentration on the written letters she was looking at did not come easy. Which was why her acute hearing made out the steps in the corridor. Likely just one of the old slaves.

 

[mansoldworld]

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[bjhass]

He paused half way up the stairs with a load full of fresh linens for the bed of his Master's Daughter. He had never seen Her before, very few had. It was an exciting prospect, so much so that he found his body reacting in ways it had not done for years, the stirring in his loose burlap pants prominent.

The legends surrounding why she was kept away from the public eye were many but most seemed to evolve around one of two ideas. He preferred the ones that spoke of her epic beauty to the other ones and not just because the other ones would mean that his master had broken the Iovian code. Throughout his long years of service the mystery surrounding her had been like a spell for him and he often found himself fantasizing over Her supposed beauty But despite the thrill of the possibility of catching a glimpse of Her Mysteriousness his legs simply couldn't bear to move any faster.

Slaves were not bred to be strong because a strong slave was a dangerous one. Much more so an intelligent one. Besides it didn't matter if they were too weak or stupid to get a job done because if one couldn't do it there were always more for sale down in the market. "What one couldn't do a dozen are sure to" was the motto his seller had used to pawn him and 11 others off to this family so many years ago. Many suspected that the value of a weak and dim-whited slave combined with hazardous working conditions had something to do with ensuring the slavers' job security but such was the way of life.

He was unique from other slaves for one reason and one reason only. Most slaves never made it past their 30th birthday. While no one knew exactly how old he was, even his Master's book keeper, he could remember at least the last 40 changings of the seasons, all the way back to what he assumed had been his first auction. But how old he had been then was beyond his ability of guessing. And even if he was only in his early 40's long years of labor had added miles beyond his years so that he looked, and felt, much older.

Other than that he was like just about every other slave in every other way. Not particularly strong and not particularly smart. With age he had even put on a few extra pounds so that his round belly seemed to always be in the way, not to mention adding to the weight his old legs had to carry around.

Once he had caught his breath he continued up to the landing. Forgetting to knock he simply walked into Her room. At first he didn't see Her, the pile of sheets obscuring his vision. He moved to her bedside and set the sheets down. Only then did he realize that he was not alone.

Slaves were not permitted to make eye contact, even looking at a real person for too long was disrespectful of them. But he couldn't have torn his eyes away from Hers if he wanted to. He stared through the doorway into the next room with blatant curiosity etched across his face. He didn't think he'd ever had a spell put on him but he imagined that this must be what it would have felt like. Her intelligent blue eyes seemed so deep and clear compared to his dull brown ones.

When he finally did tear his eyes away from Hers it was only so they could rove down Her body. What he could see of Her skin was soft and smooth. He didn't know if the light fabric that graced Her body was supposed to look so provocative or if Her womanly curves simply could not be contained. Either way, when his eyes finally found their way back up to Hers he realized that he had been looking at her for a full minute. His lips moved to form an apology but he again found himself drowning in Her eyes so the words never escaped his throat, his open mouth just adding to the stupidity of his expression.

 

[Cherubian]

Seneria looked up the moment she hear the door to the adjacent bedroom open up. Yet another distraction, but she was not mad. To the contrary, her concentration for the day was gone anyways. And so with curiosity she checked out who was approaching this time. Likely one of the old maids. Maybe it was pure coincidence, but fact was that she could not remember the last time a young servant had set foot into her quarters. Was this her father’s doing?

At least it was a male this time, that accounted for something. Her interest was peaked, even more so as she finally got to see his face. Yes, of course he was old as well, had she seriously expected something else. But the way he looked at her …

It was clearly imprudent, staring at her the way he did. Her education told her she should reprimand him at the very least, maybe even order a few strikes with the stick to drive the point home. However this was an interesting change to the usual rather monotonous pace of her hours up here, and she would not spoil it by being rude. Especially since the way he did look at her … it seemed he was fascinated, enraptured even, by the sight of her, and Seneria took this as a big compliment.

On the few occasions she had left the palace and came in contact with other men of station – men that were not mere trained servants – she had observed a similar reaction, although less apparent. Even then that had caused a slight tingle in her loins and a warm flushing sensation under her skin. The realization how attractive she must appear to those onlookers, what desires her sight might evoke, resulted in a small but nevertheless pleasant rush of power flooding her, and that she definitely did not mind.

It was the same here, the more so as the slave was not merely looking at her, he appeared outright paralyzed. And so she let go of the tome and turned fully to face him, allowing him a prime sight of her massive cleavage barely contained by the skimpy silk of her shift. She began to walk into his direction, a subtle sensual sway to her hips as she planted one bare foot before the other, and her delicate aristocratic face was dominated by a wide and happy grin.

“Welcome to my quarters, and please do not mind my rather scant attire.” she finally spoke in a sweet and melodious voice, the happy undertone hard to miss. “I do not think we have met before” by now she was no more than one step away from the slave “so what is your name?”

 

[bjhass]

He allowed his eyes to move back down over her body again, his eyes soaking up as much of her flesh as possible. The sway of her hips and the looseness of her attire seemed to expose new flesh with every step and he was still trying to take in what had been originally available.

Only when she was within touching distance did he realize that he had been holding his breath. His first response to he question was an audible gasp for air. Then, remembering his position, he looked down at the floor and mumbled "I am 57 Ma'am, and I am sorry for staring at you. It is just that I was overwhelmed by your beauty."

Remembering that he had a job to he quickly pulled the old sheets off her bed and began replacing them with the fresh ones. But even as he did so his eyes seemed drawn back to her. He usually caught himself as they traveled up her seemingly endless legs, but often he would not realize that he was staring at her again until after snapping out of a trance induced by her voluptuous breasts.

 

[Cherubian]

"Ah, don't worry..." with a discarding wave of her hand Senria tries to banish the slave's fear "After all, why are we women going to such great length to look gorgeous if not for men to look at us?" Although, currently there has not been that great of a length. She was washed, her hair was brusced, but that was about it. After all she hadnot expected to meet anyone important today. All the more reason for her ego to consider the unabashed stares as nice complimenting strokes.

"But 57, that is not a name but a number. That won't do." Folding her arms over her chest she leaned against the inside of the doorframe and watched the slave while he performed his task. After about a minute of silence she finally proclaimed "I will call you ... Marcellus" That name assignment was as random as they get, but to her still leagues above '57'.

With that cleared up she continued to watch him. He was neither young, nor was he pretty, but the mere fact that he was a man was causing a slight tingling in her loins, and sending her mind on rather wild and novel tracks. And so when Marcellus finally was finished, and rose to leave, she bluntly inquired. "Say, have you ever lain with a woman?"

 

[bjhass]

"You do me great honor M' Lady." He said once he realized she was bestowing a name upon him. Perhaps she wasn't a heretic as the rumors about the last Iovian priest to have visited the palace had labeled her. She didn't seem that bad to him. And besides, how could anything so beautiful be evil? He was half way to the door when her question stopped him in his tracks.

"Y ... Yes." He began haltingly. "I have M' Lady." The unexpected nature of her question caught him of guard and he was reluctant to give too much information for fear of upsetting her. And what exactly had she meant by woman? But then his slow mind realized that if she wanted information she would get it out of him one way or another, and if she hadn't wanted information she wouldn't have asked.

"All slaves who spend any significant amount of time in the markets without being sold are used for breeding purposes Ma'am. Before your father purchased me I was in the market for two and a half years." He paused a moment, as if considering whether or not he really wanted to say what was on his mind, before continuing. "But if by woman you mean a Lady, then no, I have never laid with a Lady. Much less one of your surpassing beauty."

He knew his not so subtle comments could get him into serious trouble. But he was to old to care about what punishments could be unleashed upon him, probably few that he hadn't already experienced. And besides, the truth had to be said.

 

[Cherubian]

Seneria just nodded as Marcellus revealed these details of her past, and she registered them matter of factly without feeling pity for him. She grew up in a world where slavery in all its cruel forms was commonplace, even a key element to the functioning of society, she had been raised to see this as the way things should be, and she belonged to the select circle who greatly profited from this state of affairs she never had seen any reason to question any part of this – to her – very convenient arrangement.

So the only fact she took away from the slave’s speech was that yes, indeed, he had copulated before, and knew how it was done. And that apparently he had a crush on her, as crazy and hopeless as that might be for him. “Marcellus, you are quite the daring charmer” she therefore replied with a girlish chuckle to his latest comment. For now she was in a good mood, excited by what exactly she knew not, and unwilling to even think about whether he deserved any form of punishment. The gods be blessed the slaves surrounding her were all very well behaved, and so she had little experience in disciplining.

Thusly she just stood there, looking at him while her thoughts races, briefly even chewing on her lower lip as she weighted the possibilities, all the while mustering him intently. Which left him in something of an awkward spot since neither had she given him permission to leave nor given him any order of sorts. And so the silence stretched, increasingly uncomfortable.

Finally, though, her mind was made up, and her whole body grew rigid as she straightened herself up to make her announcement. “Marcellus, show me your … thing.” To clarify the order her right hand extended, with a circulating index finger pointing into the general direction of his crotch.

 

[bjhass]

Marcellus blushed at what he took to be a compliment. But the ensuing silence unnerved him and his baleful smile shifted to a nervous look of stupor. Should he leave Her to her thoughts? She hadn't exactly excused him and Her eyes remained on him as if studying him, but what She might be looking for he had no idea.

As the minutes stretched his confusion and unease grew. Had he upset Her somehow? Then when She finally spoke he was so stunned that he had to blink twice, replay it in his mind and then carefully consider each word. But any doubt in his mind was erased by Her gesture. He was so shocked that he dropped the pile of linens he had just removed from Her bed. As the sheets fell a noticeable bulge in his rough burlap pants was exposed.

"Are you ... " he began but then stopped. Of course She is sure. he thought.

"Have you ... " he began, then stopped again. What business is it of mine to ask if She has ever seen a man before?. Meanwhile the tent in his pants only seemed to pitch higher and higher as his shaft pulsed and swelled with arousal.

He still fought to keep his eyes away from Hers, but when he finally did tear them away his gaze was drawn to the voluptuous curves of Her breasts, or the slenderness of Her waste. Her beauty ignited a fire deep inside him that gave him courage and he found himself hooking his thumbs through the belt loops in his pants and slowly pressing down. The coarse fabric was scratchy against his suddenly sensitive skin, especially his now fully erect penis which sprang to attention as it was released by his falling pants.

There he stood with his pants bundled around his ankles, his shaft bulging in front of him. It was strange but he had never felt more lust in his life. Until that moment sex had been a fun task, but a task none the less. Now here was someone who was exciting just to look at, not to mention how exciting it was that She was looking right back at him. The possibilities were endless, and he allowed his mind to run wild and free.

 

[Cherubian]

Seneria’s eyes visibly lightened up the moment the hardened manhood sprung free of the confining trousers and plopped into view, bobbing up and down a few times in an almost comical way before settling into its outstretched resting position.

Syping on two lovers was one thing, seeing such for real and close up still was something else. And so her eyes almost immediately locked onto the throbbing piece of meat, the rest of Marcellus almost forgotten. For some reason the sight evoked an unfamiliar but not unpleasant warmth in her loins, but above all sheer curiosity dominated.

Slowly she lowered herself into a crouching position, palms on her knees to better stabilize herself as she brought her head to the same level as Marcellus’ hips for a real close up inspection. Would he look down at her now the new angle would grant him an even better view of her cleavage.

With her face mere inches away from the ready phallus she began to shift around so she would get to inspect the organ from all sides and take in all the details. The long, hard shaft with a vein standing out here and there emerging from the sack holding his balls and surrounded by greying hair, and ad the very tip the flaring mushroom head in a lively pink.

“Say …” she finally began, her voice all genuine curiosity, her gaze still fixed on his genital “… your penis displays an impressive degree of stiffness. As I have learned such is the result of its owner greatly enjoying himself in a very special way. What has led to this here?”

 

[bjhass]

He stood perfectly still as She examined him. Not a muscle of his body twitched, except for the uncontrollable pulsing of his penis he might as well have been a statue. But as She shifted from side to side his head tilted, as if pulled by a string attached to Her cleavage. His eyes locked on Her breasts, drinking them in as if they were an intoxicating and exotic ocular drink.

He noted the scholarly approach to Her observations and a part of him ached inside. He wished he could give Her half the pleasure She was giving him with just Her eyes. He wished She knew that not everything was in those books that lined Her room and piled on Her desk. He wanted to shout that some things just had to be experienced. But he maintained control over his impulses and remained silent until he heard Her question.

He almost choked, he was so surprised at the unexpected nature of the question. Was She really so innocent? Had Her eyes not been locked on his cock She would have seen how deeply he blushed. As it was he simply struggled to come up with a viable excuse for a moment before deciding that there was no way to get around the truth.

"Well, Ma'am," he began, his embarrassment seeping through his blush and into his voice. "I guess I would have to say that Your beauty has brought me enjoyment like I have never experienced before."

 

[Cherubian]

"Oh..."

It was evident Seneria was taken by surprise by this admission. It was one thing to have some visiting noble utter polite pleasantries commenting on her good looks, and another to have such hard evidence that the words spoken were in fact completely and utterly genuine, and now it was her turn to have a faint crimson complexion color her cheeks.

So she stayed crouched and unmoving, now wondering how to proceed. Wasn't it a good thing that the slave considered her such. That should make it even easier to get him to do what now she realized her intentions had been from the beginning. Not just a bit of sating her curiosity and playing around, but getting the full experience. If he really was that passionate that should make it easy for him to override whatever instructions her father might have put in place.

Insecure passivity was immediately replaced by resolute action, and in one swift motion Seneria rose. Even as she did her hands had already reached for the hem of her shift, and when she got to stand her arms continued their upward movement until the flimsy silk was pulled all the way above her head and sent sailing slowly to the ground some two yards behind her, all the while she stood there in her full nude and unfettered glory. The smooth perfect lines of her slender body presented to Marcellus just like the hairless cleft between her legs and the swell of her massive breasts as they hung weightily and heavy from her chest, a jiggle running through them in the aftermath of the quick motion before they settled into position. And atop them, thick and large in the center of those big dark aureolae and seemingly pointing straight at the slave. Seneria could feel how they seemed to expand and harden at the same time as her whole body started to glow aroused from the sensation of presenting her thusly to a man for the first time.

She had not know what it would be like to stand utterly naked under a man's scrutinizing gaze. To her surprise she now found that, particularly seeing how that man looked back at her, how she could almost feel his stares on her skin, it was exhilarating. It gave her a feeling of pride in her own beauty and a sense of power in seeing how it affected others.

To get a grip of herself as well as to further proceed the matter another smile crept onto her lips, rising the corners of her mouth sweetly upwards as with strained casualty she replied "Then you should have no problem sticking that thing into me, should you?"

 

[bjhass]

Her sudden movement caught him off guard and he even stumbled back a step, partly out of surprised shock but also because the room seemed to suddenly be swimming around the two of them. He had never been dizzied by a woman's beauty before, but then again none of the women he had been with were anything like Her.

His eyes traveled across Her body, from Her quickly hardening nipples to Her cleanly shaven pussy up to her intoxicating eyes down the slenderness of her waist and the curvature of her hips and on and on. He knew he couldn't take in all of Her beauty, not in a hundred years any more than in a minute, but that wasn't going to stop him from trying.

Once he finally processed what She was ordering him to do, he opened his mouth to say how easy it would be for him but found his throat suddenly so dry as to render his voice box useless. He swallowed hard and cleared his throat before finally managing a meager "No problem Ma'am."

Reaching out for Her arm he went to guide Her back toward the bed and clean sheets he had just laid out. But as his hand passed, he couldn't resist the urge to touch Her breast. His fingers stroked Her breast from the dark nipple all the way around the curve back to where he finally found her arm and pushed her gently back toward the bed. As busy as his eyes had been only seconds ago they were now trained on Her eyes, searching for each and every reaction. Once at the bed he gently pushed Her back onto it.

 

[Cherubian]

Seneria felt … elated.

The slave had agreed to show her what pleasures she had missed so far. Any second now IT would happen, and there was only a slight bit of anxiety – the fear of the unknown present in almost every human – within the monumentally building anticipation she felt, which almost made her tremble and most definitely caused her to feel light headed.

And so Marcellus’ physical guidance was most welcome, his contact with her breast sending a warm fire through her body, and she was thankful that all she had to do was to follow his lead. And so with cautious steps she approached the bed until she could feel its soft edge press against the backside of her upper thighs, unable or at least unwilling to speak.

His push was only slight, but Seneria willingly picked up the hint and let herself drop backwards until her back, starting with her shoulder bones, plunged into the soft sheets, her outstretched arms flopping onto the covers to both sides of her, and her body bobbing up and down one more time in the aftermath of the impact, a motion that sent her massive breasts flopping before she settled into position and those two fleshy mounds consolidated atop her chest. Her blond locks surrounded her head almost like a halo.

She had observed others, and so the thought she knew what was expected. Her upper thighs spread into an inviting V, baring the hairless cleft between her legs while her lower legs still dangled down over the edge of the mattress. Looking up at the slave she watched curiously what he would do next while she absent mindedly chewed on her lower lip for a moment.