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To say that Elias of Stravos was concerned in the slightest bit about Demi of Arcana was a tragic bit of poor assumption. The paid whore was his plaything, a diversion to address the rift of time between the Stravos' isolation and the time when he'd finally have the head of the Queen. He had every intention of ending Persephone's life, and even his earlier imaginings of her were an exaggeration. If the heir to Stravos had hi way, he'd turn the younger girl, Emilia, into his bride. He'd utilize the grief of a vanished sister, assassinated and thrown unceremoniously to the bottom of the sea, as his means of seizing her heart. Bitterness and rage were left beside him as the orgasm he'd experienced gave him a greater sense of... was it clarity?
Was there clarity born from the control over Demi's body, or was it a stillness born from his pleasure? Elias of Stravos didn't know, but when at last Demi of Arcana showed the familiar signs of orgasm, with the unexpected deluge of liquid discharge. That was... unexpected. It wasn't something the Stravos had never experienced in a woman, but rare enough that certainly he noticed the pooling moisture against his pelvis and into the bed sheets as it dribbled down his impeccable flesh. A smirk carved upon his features as his pace continued within her. What also struck the Stravos was that the whore didn't stop moving in the wake of her orgasm. More and more he was finding Demi of Arcana to be a worthy sacrifice to his desire, a lamb brought to the slaughter as Elias of Stravos toiled in the solitude of his imprisonment within Archontiko Stravos. Instead, Demi urged on his impulses, her hands settling at his rear as he ravished her womb with the throbbing length of his cock.
Hands grasped at the whore's body, rising up from her hips before taking hold of her breasts. The heir to Stravos allowed a flicker of thought to exist within his brain, the impulses sent to control his body, but also the lingering idea that he could not release inside of this woman. Regardless of whether the whore took her tea contraceptive, he could not trust. To impregnate some nameless whore and sire a bastard from the province that his hated foe hailed from and ruled nonsensically drove the taste of bile in his throat. No, as his lust reached its apex, his digits encircled her throat. He pulled out of her, shifting his weight so that the pool of seed settled on the whore's stomach instead of inside of her.
A heavy breath escaped his lungs, pleasure welling deep within the Stravos' mind. His body was satisfied, if only for the moment, but the exertion had rendered his bed a sweaty mess and the both of their bodies as well. Elias tightened his grasp on the whore's throat for a brief moment before he pulled away from her and rose to his feet. He'd gesture for her to rise with him before he said,
"Clean off your stomach with the sheets, then get up and follow me," he commanded her. While Elias felt the burgeoning satisfaction overcome his physical urges, there was much time and the urges would recover with his body. He had every intention of satisfying himself more and more, and this whore would be the tapestry upon which he'd inflict his own sort of art. Once, Elias' expression had been in the field of an actor. He'd held artistry close to his soul and relished in the attention both his skill and his beauty brought with him. As time went on and his responsibilities shored in number, he abandoned the path he'd wanted to set out on, a fruitless path that was impossible for an heir to one of the great royal houses of Athenia to begin with. He didn't lament the loss, for his talents came of use under a different sort of artistic expression.
Sex and politics. Both require some amount of acting to truly be fruitful in the endeavors. My failures as a conspirator had nothing to do with that skill set, but deepening it in practice will serve to recover the reputation lost.
Elias mused silently as he led Demi of Arcana out of his bedroom, careful footsteps intent on not alerting the servants or the guards supervising his stay within Archontiko Stravos. Of course he was allowed to go as he pleased within the manor, but informing the guard of the presence of his whore was certainly not ideal. He took them down the hall and towards the isolated bathhouses of Archontiko Stravos. Here, a smirk settled upon his lips as he cocked his head in the direction of the water. The baths were not heated in the wake of the Stravos disgrace, but Elias hardly paid attention as he walked in. After all, that's what the whore was for.
"Come, Demi. Wash me. Take care of your master," he teased her, beckoning her approach a second time.
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To say that Elias of Stravos was concerned in the slightest bit about Demi of Arcana was a tragic bit of poor assumption. The paid whore was his plaything, a diversion to address the rift of time between the Stravos' isolation and the time when he'd finally have the head of the Queen. He had every intention of ending Persephone's life, and even his earlier imaginings of her were an exaggeration. If the heir to Stravos had hi way, he'd turn the younger girl, Emilia, into his bride. He'd utilize the grief of a vanished sister, assassinated and thrown unceremoniously to the bottom of the sea, as his means of seizing her heart. Bitterness and rage were left beside him as the orgasm he'd experienced gave him a greater sense of... was it clarity?
Was there clarity born from the control over Demi's body, or was it a stillness born from his pleasure? Elias of Stravos didn't know, but when at last Demi of Arcana showed the familiar signs of orgasm, with the unexpected deluge of liquid discharge. That was... unexpected. It wasn't something the Stravos had never experienced in a woman, but rare enough that certainly he noticed the pooling moisture against his pelvis and into the bed sheets as it dribbled down his impeccable flesh. A smirk carved upon his features as his pace continued within her. What also struck the Stravos was that the whore didn't stop moving in the wake of her orgasm. More and more he was finding Demi of Arcana to be a worthy sacrifice to his desire, a lamb brought to the slaughter as Elias of Stravos toiled in the solitude of his imprisonment within Archontiko Stravos. Instead, Demi urged on his impulses, her hands settling at his rear as he ravished her womb with the throbbing length of his cock.
Hands grasped at the whore's body, rising up from her hips before taking hold of her breasts. The heir to Stravos allowed a flicker of thought to exist within his brain, the impulses sent to control his body, but also the lingering idea that he could not release inside of this woman. Regardless of whether the whore took her tea contraceptive, he could not trust. To impregnate some nameless whore and sire a bastard from the province that his hated foe hailed from and ruled nonsensically drove the taste of bile in his throat. No, as his lust reached its apex, his digits encircled her throat. He pulled out of her, shifting his weight so that the pool of seed settled on the whore's stomach instead of inside of her.
A heavy breath escaped his lungs, pleasure welling deep within the Stravos' mind. His body was satisfied, if only for the moment, but the exertion had rendered his bed a sweaty mess and the both of their bodies as well. Elias tightened his grasp on the whore's throat for a brief moment before he pulled away from her and rose to his feet. He'd gesture for her to rise with him before he said,
"Clean off your stomach with the sheets, then get up and follow me," he commanded her. While Elias felt the burgeoning satisfaction overcome his physical urges, there was much time and the urges would recover with his body. He had every intention of satisfying himself more and more, and this whore would be the tapestry upon which he'd inflict his own sort of art. Once, Elias' expression had been in the field of an actor. He'd held artistry close to his soul and relished in the attention both his skill and his beauty brought with him. As time went on and his responsibilities shored in number, he abandoned the path he'd wanted to set out on, a fruitless path that was impossible for an heir to one of the great royal houses of Athenia to begin with. He didn't lament the loss, for his talents came of use under a different sort of artistic expression.
Sex and politics. Both require some amount of acting to truly be fruitful in the endeavors. My failures as a conspirator had nothing to do with that skill set, but deepening it in practice will serve to recover the reputation lost.
Elias mused silently as he led Demi of Arcana out of his bedroom, careful footsteps intent on not alerting the servants or the guards supervising his stay within Archontiko Stravos. Of course he was allowed to go as he pleased within the manor, but informing the guard of the presence of his whore was certainly not ideal. He took them down the hall and towards the isolated bathhouses of Archontiko Stravos. Here, a smirk settled upon his lips as he cocked his head in the direction of the water. The baths were not heated in the wake of the Stravos disgrace, but Elias hardly paid attention as he walked in. After all, that's what the whore was for.
"Come, Demi. Wash me. Take care of your master," he teased her, beckoning her approach a second time.
To say that Elias of Stravos was concerned in the slightest bit about Demi of Arcana was a tragic bit of poor assumption. The paid whore was his plaything, a diversion to address the rift of time between the Stravos' isolation and the time when he'd finally have the head of the Queen. He had every intention of ending Persephone's life, and even his earlier imaginings of her were an exaggeration. If the heir to Stravos had hi way, he'd turn the younger girl, Emilia, into his bride. He'd utilize the grief of a vanished sister, assassinated and thrown unceremoniously to the bottom of the sea, as his means of seizing her heart. Bitterness and rage were left beside him as the orgasm he'd experienced gave him a greater sense of... was it clarity?
Was there clarity born from the control over Demi's body, or was it a stillness born from his pleasure? Elias of Stravos didn't know, but when at last Demi of Arcana showed the familiar signs of orgasm, with the unexpected deluge of liquid discharge. That was... unexpected. It wasn't something the Stravos had never experienced in a woman, but rare enough that certainly he noticed the pooling moisture against his pelvis and into the bed sheets as it dribbled down his impeccable flesh. A smirk carved upon his features as his pace continued within her. What also struck the Stravos was that the whore didn't stop moving in the wake of her orgasm. More and more he was finding Demi of Arcana to be a worthy sacrifice to his desire, a lamb brought to the slaughter as Elias of Stravos toiled in the solitude of his imprisonment within Archontiko Stravos. Instead, Demi urged on his impulses, her hands settling at his rear as he ravished her womb with the throbbing length of his cock.
Hands grasped at the whore's body, rising up from her hips before taking hold of her breasts. The heir to Stravos allowed a flicker of thought to exist within his brain, the impulses sent to control his body, but also the lingering idea that he could not release inside of this woman. Regardless of whether the whore took her tea contraceptive, he could not trust. To impregnate some nameless whore and sire a bastard from the province that his hated foe hailed from and ruled nonsensically drove the taste of bile in his throat. No, as his lust reached its apex, his digits encircled her throat. He pulled out of her, shifting his weight so that the pool of seed settled on the whore's stomach instead of inside of her.
A heavy breath escaped his lungs, pleasure welling deep within the Stravos' mind. His body was satisfied, if only for the moment, but the exertion had rendered his bed a sweaty mess and the both of their bodies as well. Elias tightened his grasp on the whore's throat for a brief moment before he pulled away from her and rose to his feet. He'd gesture for her to rise with him before he said,
"Clean off your stomach with the sheets, then get up and follow me," he commanded her. While Elias felt the burgeoning satisfaction overcome his physical urges, there was much time and the urges would recover with his body. He had every intention of satisfying himself more and more, and this whore would be the tapestry upon which he'd inflict his own sort of art. Once, Elias' expression had been in the field of an actor. He'd held artistry close to his soul and relished in the attention both his skill and his beauty brought with him. As time went on and his responsibilities shored in number, he abandoned the path he'd wanted to set out on, a fruitless path that was impossible for an heir to one of the great royal houses of Athenia to begin with. He didn't lament the loss, for his talents came of use under a different sort of artistic expression.
Sex and politics. Both require some amount of acting to truly be fruitful in the endeavors. My failures as a conspirator had nothing to do with that skill set, but deepening it in practice will serve to recover the reputation lost.
Elias mused silently as he led Demi of Arcana out of his bedroom, careful footsteps intent on not alerting the servants or the guards supervising his stay within Archontiko Stravos. Of course he was allowed to go as he pleased within the manor, but informing the guard of the presence of his whore was certainly not ideal. He took them down the hall and towards the isolated bathhouses of Archontiko Stravos. Here, a smirk settled upon his lips as he cocked his head in the direction of the water. The baths were not heated in the wake of the Stravos disgrace, but Elias hardly paid attention as he walked in. After all, that's what the whore was for.
"Come, Demi. Wash me. Take care of your master," he teased her, beckoning her approach a second time.
A client this large and noticeable was a first for Demi, but as she came down from the throes of her orgasm, she couldn't help but wonder if just because they paid more, did that then mean that the whole experience would be different? Of course, it was nothing like what she shared with Hector, for with her lover there was that added benefit of affection and tenderness, yet in comparision with all her other clients, there was no doubt that Elias of Stravos was... different.
Following instructions, Demi wiped off the remnants of the lord's ejaculations as best as she could, ensuring she got the bits of the liquid from herself off her thighs, and then followed the Stravos's lead. That she was stark naked was nothing out of the ordinary, for her old master who owned her often had Demi gallivant around the manor naked, far more because he actually owned the place. She's also had to sneak out of windows of men who were hiding from wives, that really, this paled in comparision.
Remaining silent as she took her cues from Elias, Demi creeped behind the lord, intent on not losing her way in the sprawling Stravos manor , down the hall until they got to what Demi assumed were bathhouses, from the way it was made and what was within.
His request was no surprise, and to that Demi was quick to conceded. She twirled her brunette locks atop her head, their length making it easy for her to secure them with a simple twine she kept around her wrist. The few stray tendrils to short to be tied up were left to frame her face as she headed for the water, and then shivered with a squeal and froze when she felt the temperature of it. She liked her heated baths - it was the one luxury Demi had allowed herself ever since gaining her freedom, and the cold water was doing a number on her.
But a directive was a directive, and she was far from going against it. So the woman quickly shifted and adjusted to the temperature, before quickly making her way to Elias with a washcloth in her hand. There, she was quick to get to work, slathering the water and scrubbing his back as she settled by his side, working down his shoulders and down to his thighs, before peering up at Elias. "Does this work, my lord?"
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A client this large and noticeable was a first for Demi, but as she came down from the throes of her orgasm, she couldn't help but wonder if just because they paid more, did that then mean that the whole experience would be different? Of course, it was nothing like what she shared with Hector, for with her lover there was that added benefit of affection and tenderness, yet in comparision with all her other clients, there was no doubt that Elias of Stravos was... different.
Following instructions, Demi wiped off the remnants of the lord's ejaculations as best as she could, ensuring she got the bits of the liquid from herself off her thighs, and then followed the Stravos's lead. That she was stark naked was nothing out of the ordinary, for her old master who owned her often had Demi gallivant around the manor naked, far more because he actually owned the place. She's also had to sneak out of windows of men who were hiding from wives, that really, this paled in comparision.
Remaining silent as she took her cues from Elias, Demi creeped behind the lord, intent on not losing her way in the sprawling Stravos manor , down the hall until they got to what Demi assumed were bathhouses, from the way it was made and what was within.
His request was no surprise, and to that Demi was quick to conceded. She twirled her brunette locks atop her head, their length making it easy for her to secure them with a simple twine she kept around her wrist. The few stray tendrils to short to be tied up were left to frame her face as she headed for the water, and then shivered with a squeal and froze when she felt the temperature of it. She liked her heated baths - it was the one luxury Demi had allowed herself ever since gaining her freedom, and the cold water was doing a number on her.
But a directive was a directive, and she was far from going against it. So the woman quickly shifted and adjusted to the temperature, before quickly making her way to Elias with a washcloth in her hand. There, she was quick to get to work, slathering the water and scrubbing his back as she settled by his side, working down his shoulders and down to his thighs, before peering up at Elias. "Does this work, my lord?"
A client this large and noticeable was a first for Demi, but as she came down from the throes of her orgasm, she couldn't help but wonder if just because they paid more, did that then mean that the whole experience would be different? Of course, it was nothing like what she shared with Hector, for with her lover there was that added benefit of affection and tenderness, yet in comparision with all her other clients, there was no doubt that Elias of Stravos was... different.
Following instructions, Demi wiped off the remnants of the lord's ejaculations as best as she could, ensuring she got the bits of the liquid from herself off her thighs, and then followed the Stravos's lead. That she was stark naked was nothing out of the ordinary, for her old master who owned her often had Demi gallivant around the manor naked, far more because he actually owned the place. She's also had to sneak out of windows of men who were hiding from wives, that really, this paled in comparision.
Remaining silent as she took her cues from Elias, Demi creeped behind the lord, intent on not losing her way in the sprawling Stravos manor , down the hall until they got to what Demi assumed were bathhouses, from the way it was made and what was within.
His request was no surprise, and to that Demi was quick to conceded. She twirled her brunette locks atop her head, their length making it easy for her to secure them with a simple twine she kept around her wrist. The few stray tendrils to short to be tied up were left to frame her face as she headed for the water, and then shivered with a squeal and froze when she felt the temperature of it. She liked her heated baths - it was the one luxury Demi had allowed herself ever since gaining her freedom, and the cold water was doing a number on her.
But a directive was a directive, and she was far from going against it. So the woman quickly shifted and adjusted to the temperature, before quickly making her way to Elias with a washcloth in her hand. There, she was quick to get to work, slathering the water and scrubbing his back as she settled by his side, working down his shoulders and down to his thighs, before peering up at Elias. "Does this work, my lord?"
Following their several indulgences into pleasure, Elias' bedroom was stifling, the heat of proximity paired with the the poor insulation of the stone making it quite undesirable to be in there any further. No, he'd take the whore away and call to the house servant to clean up the mess of it all. They'd replenish his room with fresh sheets and further bedding for when the master and his whore sought to return to retire for the evening. Of course, the Headlord of Stravos hadn't bothered to dress, either, and there was the soft giggles of distant servants to accompany the pair of them moving with nothing to cover themselves.
Elias paid it no mind, quite used to the peasantry fawning over his beauty and pining for his company. Elias of Stravos wasn't so base as to take their desires and satisfy them. No, the disgraced lord was far more selective with his conquests, and though he was known from time to time to pull peasants (like the whore he had follow him like a dog) into his embrace it was a testament to their beauty and utility to him that he did so.
"Does that work, my lord?" she asked as her hands ran a wash cloth along the length of his body. Elias felt the pleasure of being washed and tended to, quite pleased by the attention Demi paid to his every curve. The chill of the water worked wonderfully to counteract the heat of before, and while Demi lamented it, Elias reveled in it, all too pleased to continue as he pulled the woman closer. He'd press her breasts into his chest as he whispered in her ear,
"My back, next. From your current position."
~Elias of Stravos and Demi of Arcana wash in the baths, only to return to the Headlord's bedroom as the hour grew later and later. As if suspicious of her willingness to stay, Elias bound Demi to his bed, pinning her arms together and enshrouding them in a chain tied to the headboard. The night passed and when Elias woke, the darkness of night still clung to the horizon with the breaking of dawn bringing an array of color through the hatched window of his bedroom. ~
Elias looked down upon his bound plaything, a smirk caught upon his lips as his fingertips brushed along the soft flesh of her throat. Of course, his touch did not linger there for long, traversing along her neck, to play along her clavicle before he laid claim to her breast. Carefully, he played his digits along her nipple, applying slow pressure as he twisted his body to bring himself to a sitting up position. His other hand freed from the opposite site of the bed, it moved to her abdomen, dipping lower and lower until he caught the whore between her thighs.
Fingers coaxed the lips of her sex apart, his thumb working at the nub above as the other two digits sought to coax moisture from her depths. After some time, satisfied that his ministrations were working, he impaled the helpless whore with his digits, leaning forward to breathe a good morning to the whore regardless of her state of waking. The Stravos had quite some time with her yet, and utilizing every moment to hear her heady moans of pleasure and ravage her body to his heart's content was exactly his plan up until the machinations he'd woven for the Queen were in effect and he could make his escape from Archontiko Stravos.
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Following their several indulgences into pleasure, Elias' bedroom was stifling, the heat of proximity paired with the the poor insulation of the stone making it quite undesirable to be in there any further. No, he'd take the whore away and call to the house servant to clean up the mess of it all. They'd replenish his room with fresh sheets and further bedding for when the master and his whore sought to return to retire for the evening. Of course, the Headlord of Stravos hadn't bothered to dress, either, and there was the soft giggles of distant servants to accompany the pair of them moving with nothing to cover themselves.
Elias paid it no mind, quite used to the peasantry fawning over his beauty and pining for his company. Elias of Stravos wasn't so base as to take their desires and satisfy them. No, the disgraced lord was far more selective with his conquests, and though he was known from time to time to pull peasants (like the whore he had follow him like a dog) into his embrace it was a testament to their beauty and utility to him that he did so.
"Does that work, my lord?" she asked as her hands ran a wash cloth along the length of his body. Elias felt the pleasure of being washed and tended to, quite pleased by the attention Demi paid to his every curve. The chill of the water worked wonderfully to counteract the heat of before, and while Demi lamented it, Elias reveled in it, all too pleased to continue as he pulled the woman closer. He'd press her breasts into his chest as he whispered in her ear,
"My back, next. From your current position."
~Elias of Stravos and Demi of Arcana wash in the baths, only to return to the Headlord's bedroom as the hour grew later and later. As if suspicious of her willingness to stay, Elias bound Demi to his bed, pinning her arms together and enshrouding them in a chain tied to the headboard. The night passed and when Elias woke, the darkness of night still clung to the horizon with the breaking of dawn bringing an array of color through the hatched window of his bedroom. ~
Elias looked down upon his bound plaything, a smirk caught upon his lips as his fingertips brushed along the soft flesh of her throat. Of course, his touch did not linger there for long, traversing along her neck, to play along her clavicle before he laid claim to her breast. Carefully, he played his digits along her nipple, applying slow pressure as he twisted his body to bring himself to a sitting up position. His other hand freed from the opposite site of the bed, it moved to her abdomen, dipping lower and lower until he caught the whore between her thighs.
Fingers coaxed the lips of her sex apart, his thumb working at the nub above as the other two digits sought to coax moisture from her depths. After some time, satisfied that his ministrations were working, he impaled the helpless whore with his digits, leaning forward to breathe a good morning to the whore regardless of her state of waking. The Stravos had quite some time with her yet, and utilizing every moment to hear her heady moans of pleasure and ravage her body to his heart's content was exactly his plan up until the machinations he'd woven for the Queen were in effect and he could make his escape from Archontiko Stravos.
Following their several indulgences into pleasure, Elias' bedroom was stifling, the heat of proximity paired with the the poor insulation of the stone making it quite undesirable to be in there any further. No, he'd take the whore away and call to the house servant to clean up the mess of it all. They'd replenish his room with fresh sheets and further bedding for when the master and his whore sought to return to retire for the evening. Of course, the Headlord of Stravos hadn't bothered to dress, either, and there was the soft giggles of distant servants to accompany the pair of them moving with nothing to cover themselves.
Elias paid it no mind, quite used to the peasantry fawning over his beauty and pining for his company. Elias of Stravos wasn't so base as to take their desires and satisfy them. No, the disgraced lord was far more selective with his conquests, and though he was known from time to time to pull peasants (like the whore he had follow him like a dog) into his embrace it was a testament to their beauty and utility to him that he did so.
"Does that work, my lord?" she asked as her hands ran a wash cloth along the length of his body. Elias felt the pleasure of being washed and tended to, quite pleased by the attention Demi paid to his every curve. The chill of the water worked wonderfully to counteract the heat of before, and while Demi lamented it, Elias reveled in it, all too pleased to continue as he pulled the woman closer. He'd press her breasts into his chest as he whispered in her ear,
"My back, next. From your current position."
~Elias of Stravos and Demi of Arcana wash in the baths, only to return to the Headlord's bedroom as the hour grew later and later. As if suspicious of her willingness to stay, Elias bound Demi to his bed, pinning her arms together and enshrouding them in a chain tied to the headboard. The night passed and when Elias woke, the darkness of night still clung to the horizon with the breaking of dawn bringing an array of color through the hatched window of his bedroom. ~
Elias looked down upon his bound plaything, a smirk caught upon his lips as his fingertips brushed along the soft flesh of her throat. Of course, his touch did not linger there for long, traversing along her neck, to play along her clavicle before he laid claim to her breast. Carefully, he played his digits along her nipple, applying slow pressure as he twisted his body to bring himself to a sitting up position. His other hand freed from the opposite site of the bed, it moved to her abdomen, dipping lower and lower until he caught the whore between her thighs.
Fingers coaxed the lips of her sex apart, his thumb working at the nub above as the other two digits sought to coax moisture from her depths. After some time, satisfied that his ministrations were working, he impaled the helpless whore with his digits, leaning forward to breathe a good morning to the whore regardless of her state of waking. The Stravos had quite some time with her yet, and utilizing every moment to hear her heady moans of pleasure and ravage her body to his heart's content was exactly his plan up until the machinations he'd woven for the Queen were in effect and he could make his escape from Archontiko Stravos.
Doing as she was told, it surprised Demi that the young lord would bring her back to his bedroom to sleep, but the paid-whore would not question little favors. She had travelled a long way, and the tiredness was beginning to sink in after the warm bath and excessive orgasms the Stravos lord had brought her to, Demi soon drifted off to sleep with no effort at all.
Haunted by dreams of Hector's dissapointed face, on top of weird amalgamations of creatures and animals that Dmei never seemed to remember when she woke up, the weariness she felt meant the brunette got only shallow, restless sleep. Curled up on her side like a foetus despite the arms being tied up, Demi was used to sleeping in that position as a child, for the lack of money meant curling up would preserve the most body heat, and save her from being frozen to death as a child. Now in the awkward position, the brunette could only bring her legs to her chest as she slept, until his touch woke her up.
The fingers ghosting along the skin of her neck and breast did not affect her, and her body just reacted as and when to the man's touch, used to it as it were. In her mind, Demi imagined it to be Hector's brush of finger against her skin, that her legs fell apart at the coaxing. Her sex leaked with pleasure as shivers went up her back, but it wasn't till the fingers delved past her sex, did her eyes fall open with a gasp - and only then did Demi realize and remember where she was, and who she was with.
Quickly schooling her features to hide the momentary surprise, the brunette moaned against Elias's good morning when she felt the fingers moved within her already slick passage, still tender from a few hours earlier. Straining her shoulders against the chains from the headboard, her body twisted, moving to try and get closer to the lord to seek more of the pleasure he offered, low moans keening from the back of her throat all the while, to display his effect on her.
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Doing as she was told, it surprised Demi that the young lord would bring her back to his bedroom to sleep, but the paid-whore would not question little favors. She had travelled a long way, and the tiredness was beginning to sink in after the warm bath and excessive orgasms the Stravos lord had brought her to, Demi soon drifted off to sleep with no effort at all.
Haunted by dreams of Hector's dissapointed face, on top of weird amalgamations of creatures and animals that Dmei never seemed to remember when she woke up, the weariness she felt meant the brunette got only shallow, restless sleep. Curled up on her side like a foetus despite the arms being tied up, Demi was used to sleeping in that position as a child, for the lack of money meant curling up would preserve the most body heat, and save her from being frozen to death as a child. Now in the awkward position, the brunette could only bring her legs to her chest as she slept, until his touch woke her up.
The fingers ghosting along the skin of her neck and breast did not affect her, and her body just reacted as and when to the man's touch, used to it as it were. In her mind, Demi imagined it to be Hector's brush of finger against her skin, that her legs fell apart at the coaxing. Her sex leaked with pleasure as shivers went up her back, but it wasn't till the fingers delved past her sex, did her eyes fall open with a gasp - and only then did Demi realize and remember where she was, and who she was with.
Quickly schooling her features to hide the momentary surprise, the brunette moaned against Elias's good morning when she felt the fingers moved within her already slick passage, still tender from a few hours earlier. Straining her shoulders against the chains from the headboard, her body twisted, moving to try and get closer to the lord to seek more of the pleasure he offered, low moans keening from the back of her throat all the while, to display his effect on her.
Doing as she was told, it surprised Demi that the young lord would bring her back to his bedroom to sleep, but the paid-whore would not question little favors. She had travelled a long way, and the tiredness was beginning to sink in after the warm bath and excessive orgasms the Stravos lord had brought her to, Demi soon drifted off to sleep with no effort at all.
Haunted by dreams of Hector's dissapointed face, on top of weird amalgamations of creatures and animals that Dmei never seemed to remember when she woke up, the weariness she felt meant the brunette got only shallow, restless sleep. Curled up on her side like a foetus despite the arms being tied up, Demi was used to sleeping in that position as a child, for the lack of money meant curling up would preserve the most body heat, and save her from being frozen to death as a child. Now in the awkward position, the brunette could only bring her legs to her chest as she slept, until his touch woke her up.
The fingers ghosting along the skin of her neck and breast did not affect her, and her body just reacted as and when to the man's touch, used to it as it were. In her mind, Demi imagined it to be Hector's brush of finger against her skin, that her legs fell apart at the coaxing. Her sex leaked with pleasure as shivers went up her back, but it wasn't till the fingers delved past her sex, did her eyes fall open with a gasp - and only then did Demi realize and remember where she was, and who she was with.
Quickly schooling her features to hide the momentary surprise, the brunette moaned against Elias's good morning when she felt the fingers moved within her already slick passage, still tender from a few hours earlier. Straining her shoulders against the chains from the headboard, her body twisted, moving to try and get closer to the lord to seek more of the pleasure he offered, low moans keening from the back of her throat all the while, to display his effect on her.
Elias didn't know or care where Demi imagined herself to be. He'd seen her close her eyes in the day prior, placing herself in the embrace of another, but it was more than clear by this point that she was plaything to no other being than him at this moment. She'd submitted herself to his ministrations, called him master over and over again, and he relished in the utterances to escape her anew. The time for Elias of Stravos to rise to his station was nigh, for in this night, the Headlord of Stravos held for his machinations to ensue. But, it worked in his favour to have the harlot plaything to pass the hours with, to revitalize his mind and body with.
Tonight, the world will know a time without its wretched queen. But, before any of that, the future king of Athenia will bide his time.
How he relished in the conquest of his kingdom, in the thought of rule to the extent that his desire for the tied up whore grew. Elias felt the slickness of Demi's sex against his shifting digits, the pace of those digits inside of her increasing further still as he shifted his body so that his lips pressed first to the woman's throat. Every motion was a game to him, every push of pleasure he forced within Demi intended to be reciprocated over and over again by the whore's body being used in service to his every need. His lips painted a path along her flesh, encapsulating each of her nipples until he lowered them to her navel, his tongue drawn out just before he stopped at her pelvis. Of course, such a gesture was above Elias. At least, for this whore. He chuckled against her flesh before he shifted his posture.
Elias encircled Demi's thighs, capturing them with his arms before sliding the clutch to just above her knees. He spread her legs far apart, his touch feather light along her bare flesh before one hand lifted from her flesh to manipulate the length of his rigid member. Aroused by keening moans and every moment he had her bound up like a gift to the godly presence that was himself, there was no question to whether Elias would have her. The Stravos pressed the head of his swollen length to her sex, then a single thrust plunged him deep within her. Once he'd taken her and began to impale her again and again, the Stravos deigned it appropriate to release the woman from her bondage. Fingers unfurled the ropes that held to the girl's wrists overnight before he caught both of her hands. He'd have her touch him, to reciprocate his motions just as he lowered his body.
The friction of his chest pressed to hers was intent to stimulate both himself and Demi as his every motion sought to elicit their pleasure. Heated breath pressed against her neck as his lips cast along the cool flesh. It was apparent that the woman had suffered a night of cold sleep, and while Elias felt no sympathy for that, it was apparent in the fervor of his motions that such a chill wouldn't last for long. As Elias ravaged his plaything-for-the-day, the sun began to rise, kissing his bronzed flesh as the sound of his hips meeting hers was palpable in the relative silence of Archontiko Stravos. There was no need for additional greeting or ceremony. The whore was there for the taking, and he was eager to partake.
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Elias didn't know or care where Demi imagined herself to be. He'd seen her close her eyes in the day prior, placing herself in the embrace of another, but it was more than clear by this point that she was plaything to no other being than him at this moment. She'd submitted herself to his ministrations, called him master over and over again, and he relished in the utterances to escape her anew. The time for Elias of Stravos to rise to his station was nigh, for in this night, the Headlord of Stravos held for his machinations to ensue. But, it worked in his favour to have the harlot plaything to pass the hours with, to revitalize his mind and body with.
Tonight, the world will know a time without its wretched queen. But, before any of that, the future king of Athenia will bide his time.
How he relished in the conquest of his kingdom, in the thought of rule to the extent that his desire for the tied up whore grew. Elias felt the slickness of Demi's sex against his shifting digits, the pace of those digits inside of her increasing further still as he shifted his body so that his lips pressed first to the woman's throat. Every motion was a game to him, every push of pleasure he forced within Demi intended to be reciprocated over and over again by the whore's body being used in service to his every need. His lips painted a path along her flesh, encapsulating each of her nipples until he lowered them to her navel, his tongue drawn out just before he stopped at her pelvis. Of course, such a gesture was above Elias. At least, for this whore. He chuckled against her flesh before he shifted his posture.
Elias encircled Demi's thighs, capturing them with his arms before sliding the clutch to just above her knees. He spread her legs far apart, his touch feather light along her bare flesh before one hand lifted from her flesh to manipulate the length of his rigid member. Aroused by keening moans and every moment he had her bound up like a gift to the godly presence that was himself, there was no question to whether Elias would have her. The Stravos pressed the head of his swollen length to her sex, then a single thrust plunged him deep within her. Once he'd taken her and began to impale her again and again, the Stravos deigned it appropriate to release the woman from her bondage. Fingers unfurled the ropes that held to the girl's wrists overnight before he caught both of her hands. He'd have her touch him, to reciprocate his motions just as he lowered his body.
The friction of his chest pressed to hers was intent to stimulate both himself and Demi as his every motion sought to elicit their pleasure. Heated breath pressed against her neck as his lips cast along the cool flesh. It was apparent that the woman had suffered a night of cold sleep, and while Elias felt no sympathy for that, it was apparent in the fervor of his motions that such a chill wouldn't last for long. As Elias ravaged his plaything-for-the-day, the sun began to rise, kissing his bronzed flesh as the sound of his hips meeting hers was palpable in the relative silence of Archontiko Stravos. There was no need for additional greeting or ceremony. The whore was there for the taking, and he was eager to partake.
Elias didn't know or care where Demi imagined herself to be. He'd seen her close her eyes in the day prior, placing herself in the embrace of another, but it was more than clear by this point that she was plaything to no other being than him at this moment. She'd submitted herself to his ministrations, called him master over and over again, and he relished in the utterances to escape her anew. The time for Elias of Stravos to rise to his station was nigh, for in this night, the Headlord of Stravos held for his machinations to ensue. But, it worked in his favour to have the harlot plaything to pass the hours with, to revitalize his mind and body with.
Tonight, the world will know a time without its wretched queen. But, before any of that, the future king of Athenia will bide his time.
How he relished in the conquest of his kingdom, in the thought of rule to the extent that his desire for the tied up whore grew. Elias felt the slickness of Demi's sex against his shifting digits, the pace of those digits inside of her increasing further still as he shifted his body so that his lips pressed first to the woman's throat. Every motion was a game to him, every push of pleasure he forced within Demi intended to be reciprocated over and over again by the whore's body being used in service to his every need. His lips painted a path along her flesh, encapsulating each of her nipples until he lowered them to her navel, his tongue drawn out just before he stopped at her pelvis. Of course, such a gesture was above Elias. At least, for this whore. He chuckled against her flesh before he shifted his posture.
Elias encircled Demi's thighs, capturing them with his arms before sliding the clutch to just above her knees. He spread her legs far apart, his touch feather light along her bare flesh before one hand lifted from her flesh to manipulate the length of his rigid member. Aroused by keening moans and every moment he had her bound up like a gift to the godly presence that was himself, there was no question to whether Elias would have her. The Stravos pressed the head of his swollen length to her sex, then a single thrust plunged him deep within her. Once he'd taken her and began to impale her again and again, the Stravos deigned it appropriate to release the woman from her bondage. Fingers unfurled the ropes that held to the girl's wrists overnight before he caught both of her hands. He'd have her touch him, to reciprocate his motions just as he lowered his body.
The friction of his chest pressed to hers was intent to stimulate both himself and Demi as his every motion sought to elicit their pleasure. Heated breath pressed against her neck as his lips cast along the cool flesh. It was apparent that the woman had suffered a night of cold sleep, and while Elias felt no sympathy for that, it was apparent in the fervor of his motions that such a chill wouldn't last for long. As Elias ravaged his plaything-for-the-day, the sun began to rise, kissing his bronzed flesh as the sound of his hips meeting hers was palpable in the relative silence of Archontiko Stravos. There was no need for additional greeting or ceremony. The whore was there for the taking, and he was eager to partake.
To feel but not be able to move in accordance with her body's instinct and feeling was perhaps one of the most arduous tortures Demi could imagine. She's been through whips, and chains on her wrists, the smack of skin on skin and the bite of teeth on flesh, but nothing surpassed the agony she felt when pleasure shot through her and fingers glided across her skin, but her own hands were bound and she could do naught. Like being unable to scratch an itch that came from the deepest pits of her.
She gasped when his lips trailed lower down her flesh, a momentary surprise crossing her mind. Did he think to service her as she did to him? It was unheard of for clients of whores to do such a thing, for they paid good coin to be serviced.
Demi's suspicions proved true when a moment later, the young Stravos lord stopped just at her pelvis, and then she felt herself being moved to a position that best suited her client. The woman's hips arched against Elias when his rigid member thrusted into her with no warning, and a cry was pulled from the base of her throat at the feeling of being so suddenly filled by the lord. With her hands bounded, she could only writhe her hips to meet his movements until he deigned to untie her hands.
Even then, she kept them abovehead, clutching at the headboard which she was pushed against with every thrust, her moans entwining with each movement and sound of skin against skin. Eventually, her hands found themselves against Elias's back, his chest brushing against her own sensitive nipples causing even more tendrils of pleasure. Reverently touching and brushing against the lord's skin, her fingers eventually clutched against his bottom, her legs wrapped around his waist as she moaned out his name again and again. "Yes, my lord." Demi keened out in between her moans, still ensuring she used the proper words to ensure her client was satisfied. "I'm yours to tak-take in whichever way you want."
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To feel but not be able to move in accordance with her body's instinct and feeling was perhaps one of the most arduous tortures Demi could imagine. She's been through whips, and chains on her wrists, the smack of skin on skin and the bite of teeth on flesh, but nothing surpassed the agony she felt when pleasure shot through her and fingers glided across her skin, but her own hands were bound and she could do naught. Like being unable to scratch an itch that came from the deepest pits of her.
She gasped when his lips trailed lower down her flesh, a momentary surprise crossing her mind. Did he think to service her as she did to him? It was unheard of for clients of whores to do such a thing, for they paid good coin to be serviced.
Demi's suspicions proved true when a moment later, the young Stravos lord stopped just at her pelvis, and then she felt herself being moved to a position that best suited her client. The woman's hips arched against Elias when his rigid member thrusted into her with no warning, and a cry was pulled from the base of her throat at the feeling of being so suddenly filled by the lord. With her hands bounded, she could only writhe her hips to meet his movements until he deigned to untie her hands.
Even then, she kept them abovehead, clutching at the headboard which she was pushed against with every thrust, her moans entwining with each movement and sound of skin against skin. Eventually, her hands found themselves against Elias's back, his chest brushing against her own sensitive nipples causing even more tendrils of pleasure. Reverently touching and brushing against the lord's skin, her fingers eventually clutched against his bottom, her legs wrapped around his waist as she moaned out his name again and again. "Yes, my lord." Demi keened out in between her moans, still ensuring she used the proper words to ensure her client was satisfied. "I'm yours to tak-take in whichever way you want."
To feel but not be able to move in accordance with her body's instinct and feeling was perhaps one of the most arduous tortures Demi could imagine. She's been through whips, and chains on her wrists, the smack of skin on skin and the bite of teeth on flesh, but nothing surpassed the agony she felt when pleasure shot through her and fingers glided across her skin, but her own hands were bound and she could do naught. Like being unable to scratch an itch that came from the deepest pits of her.
She gasped when his lips trailed lower down her flesh, a momentary surprise crossing her mind. Did he think to service her as she did to him? It was unheard of for clients of whores to do such a thing, for they paid good coin to be serviced.
Demi's suspicions proved true when a moment later, the young Stravos lord stopped just at her pelvis, and then she felt herself being moved to a position that best suited her client. The woman's hips arched against Elias when his rigid member thrusted into her with no warning, and a cry was pulled from the base of her throat at the feeling of being so suddenly filled by the lord. With her hands bounded, she could only writhe her hips to meet his movements until he deigned to untie her hands.
Even then, she kept them abovehead, clutching at the headboard which she was pushed against with every thrust, her moans entwining with each movement and sound of skin against skin. Eventually, her hands found themselves against Elias's back, his chest brushing against her own sensitive nipples causing even more tendrils of pleasure. Reverently touching and brushing against the lord's skin, her fingers eventually clutched against his bottom, her legs wrapped around his waist as she moaned out his name again and again. "Yes, my lord." Demi keened out in between her moans, still ensuring she used the proper words to ensure her client was satisfied. "I'm yours to tak-take in whichever way you want."
Elias did not need to torment the body with injuries that left scars. He did not need to waste the effort in marring everything he touched. There were other people who could do those tasks for him, from the maiming and death of his enemies to the surveillance of those somewhere in between associate and foe. For those who were exempt from his ire, like Demi of Arcana, their fate was for him to decide. It was his prerogative to wither away Demi's sense of self, to deprive her of everything but the pleasure he could offer her and in turn, gain for his own. Everything that Elias did was for his ultimate gain, from the ecstasy he derived from her body to the moans that keened from her throat that so tickled his intrigue.
The Headlord of Stravos licked his lips as the gasp escaped her lips, the thought of being serviced by the exquisite royal certainly crossing her mind. However, it was for naught. There was only a select few worthy of such treatment, and it seemed the woman drew what she needed from his impalement of her, instead, his thrust coaxing her movement against him. When he untied her hands, she continued to clutch at his headboard, and the Stravos' pace grew more and more fervent, her moans palpable and only drawing him deeper into the lull of her desire.
Then, the moans devolved to the utterance of his name again and again, her digits grasping at his rear, reverence in her every motion despite the obvious fact that she'd been intent on hiding such pleasure from his scrutiny. Had she given up on resisting the sensation? Was Elias in control of the whore? The idea of having this woman in his palm, of manipulating her every sensation and being the epitome of thought in the moment... Well, it was the perfect worship that was his divine right as the rightful king of Athenia. Moreso, it was his divine ordinance, a gift given from the Gods themselves to look to Elias with such reverence, to reap in the pleasure he offered with such enthusiasm. Every moan drawn from her lips served to further and further stroke his already immense ego as he used the tightly clenched sex wrapped about his cock to stroke it to completion.
Whether or not it was the truth, the idea of it was exactly what the whore elicited. Hands moved along the woman's arms, sliding along her body before he grasped at her rear, his nails digging into her flesh just as his engorged length ravaged the depths of her sex. He moved faster and faster, the bed beneath them rocking under the ministrations as he whispered in her ear,
"Of course you are. Everything that you are is in service to me. Every moan from your lips, every roll of your eyes... Every twitch of your body and every orgasm that is coaxed from your body is the product of my design," he told her. Just as he spoke, the Headlord of Stravos covered the whore's mouth. Surely, the servants would wake soon, and though Elias made sure to close the door, there was no longer a lock on it given the nature of his house arrest.
He took his other hand off from her hip as well, shifting his grasp to reach for a segment of rope that was left from the unraveling of her hands. He placed it in the woman's mouth with the intent of muffling the sound of her voice, for her had no intention of letting up on her. Revitalized by his night of sleep, there was no satisfaction for the rightful king of Athenia as he parted her legs all the further apart, his nails raking along the flesh of her thighs as his throbbing length pierced her over and over again. As he reaped his satisfaction from her body, his left hand played along her thigh until the digits settled between their pelvises, his digits flicking and rubbing at the nub of her sex in his effort to drive her deeper into his snare.
"For the rest of your days, you'll remember your time with Elias of Stravos, Demi of Arcana."
Even his use of her name was a manipulation, the sadistic lord of Stravos intent on winding the whore tighter and tighter around his finger in eager abuse.
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Elias did not need to torment the body with injuries that left scars. He did not need to waste the effort in marring everything he touched. There were other people who could do those tasks for him, from the maiming and death of his enemies to the surveillance of those somewhere in between associate and foe. For those who were exempt from his ire, like Demi of Arcana, their fate was for him to decide. It was his prerogative to wither away Demi's sense of self, to deprive her of everything but the pleasure he could offer her and in turn, gain for his own. Everything that Elias did was for his ultimate gain, from the ecstasy he derived from her body to the moans that keened from her throat that so tickled his intrigue.
The Headlord of Stravos licked his lips as the gasp escaped her lips, the thought of being serviced by the exquisite royal certainly crossing her mind. However, it was for naught. There was only a select few worthy of such treatment, and it seemed the woman drew what she needed from his impalement of her, instead, his thrust coaxing her movement against him. When he untied her hands, she continued to clutch at his headboard, and the Stravos' pace grew more and more fervent, her moans palpable and only drawing him deeper into the lull of her desire.
Then, the moans devolved to the utterance of his name again and again, her digits grasping at his rear, reverence in her every motion despite the obvious fact that she'd been intent on hiding such pleasure from his scrutiny. Had she given up on resisting the sensation? Was Elias in control of the whore? The idea of having this woman in his palm, of manipulating her every sensation and being the epitome of thought in the moment... Well, it was the perfect worship that was his divine right as the rightful king of Athenia. Moreso, it was his divine ordinance, a gift given from the Gods themselves to look to Elias with such reverence, to reap in the pleasure he offered with such enthusiasm. Every moan drawn from her lips served to further and further stroke his already immense ego as he used the tightly clenched sex wrapped about his cock to stroke it to completion.
Whether or not it was the truth, the idea of it was exactly what the whore elicited. Hands moved along the woman's arms, sliding along her body before he grasped at her rear, his nails digging into her flesh just as his engorged length ravaged the depths of her sex. He moved faster and faster, the bed beneath them rocking under the ministrations as he whispered in her ear,
"Of course you are. Everything that you are is in service to me. Every moan from your lips, every roll of your eyes... Every twitch of your body and every orgasm that is coaxed from your body is the product of my design," he told her. Just as he spoke, the Headlord of Stravos covered the whore's mouth. Surely, the servants would wake soon, and though Elias made sure to close the door, there was no longer a lock on it given the nature of his house arrest.
He took his other hand off from her hip as well, shifting his grasp to reach for a segment of rope that was left from the unraveling of her hands. He placed it in the woman's mouth with the intent of muffling the sound of her voice, for her had no intention of letting up on her. Revitalized by his night of sleep, there was no satisfaction for the rightful king of Athenia as he parted her legs all the further apart, his nails raking along the flesh of her thighs as his throbbing length pierced her over and over again. As he reaped his satisfaction from her body, his left hand played along her thigh until the digits settled between their pelvises, his digits flicking and rubbing at the nub of her sex in his effort to drive her deeper into his snare.
"For the rest of your days, you'll remember your time with Elias of Stravos, Demi of Arcana."
Even his use of her name was a manipulation, the sadistic lord of Stravos intent on winding the whore tighter and tighter around his finger in eager abuse.
Elias did not need to torment the body with injuries that left scars. He did not need to waste the effort in marring everything he touched. There were other people who could do those tasks for him, from the maiming and death of his enemies to the surveillance of those somewhere in between associate and foe. For those who were exempt from his ire, like Demi of Arcana, their fate was for him to decide. It was his prerogative to wither away Demi's sense of self, to deprive her of everything but the pleasure he could offer her and in turn, gain for his own. Everything that Elias did was for his ultimate gain, from the ecstasy he derived from her body to the moans that keened from her throat that so tickled his intrigue.
The Headlord of Stravos licked his lips as the gasp escaped her lips, the thought of being serviced by the exquisite royal certainly crossing her mind. However, it was for naught. There was only a select few worthy of such treatment, and it seemed the woman drew what she needed from his impalement of her, instead, his thrust coaxing her movement against him. When he untied her hands, she continued to clutch at his headboard, and the Stravos' pace grew more and more fervent, her moans palpable and only drawing him deeper into the lull of her desire.
Then, the moans devolved to the utterance of his name again and again, her digits grasping at his rear, reverence in her every motion despite the obvious fact that she'd been intent on hiding such pleasure from his scrutiny. Had she given up on resisting the sensation? Was Elias in control of the whore? The idea of having this woman in his palm, of manipulating her every sensation and being the epitome of thought in the moment... Well, it was the perfect worship that was his divine right as the rightful king of Athenia. Moreso, it was his divine ordinance, a gift given from the Gods themselves to look to Elias with such reverence, to reap in the pleasure he offered with such enthusiasm. Every moan drawn from her lips served to further and further stroke his already immense ego as he used the tightly clenched sex wrapped about his cock to stroke it to completion.
Whether or not it was the truth, the idea of it was exactly what the whore elicited. Hands moved along the woman's arms, sliding along her body before he grasped at her rear, his nails digging into her flesh just as his engorged length ravaged the depths of her sex. He moved faster and faster, the bed beneath them rocking under the ministrations as he whispered in her ear,
"Of course you are. Everything that you are is in service to me. Every moan from your lips, every roll of your eyes... Every twitch of your body and every orgasm that is coaxed from your body is the product of my design," he told her. Just as he spoke, the Headlord of Stravos covered the whore's mouth. Surely, the servants would wake soon, and though Elias made sure to close the door, there was no longer a lock on it given the nature of his house arrest.
He took his other hand off from her hip as well, shifting his grasp to reach for a segment of rope that was left from the unraveling of her hands. He placed it in the woman's mouth with the intent of muffling the sound of her voice, for her had no intention of letting up on her. Revitalized by his night of sleep, there was no satisfaction for the rightful king of Athenia as he parted her legs all the further apart, his nails raking along the flesh of her thighs as his throbbing length pierced her over and over again. As he reaped his satisfaction from her body, his left hand played along her thigh until the digits settled between their pelvises, his digits flicking and rubbing at the nub of her sex in his effort to drive her deeper into his snare.
"For the rest of your days, you'll remember your time with Elias of Stravos, Demi of Arcana."
Even his use of her name was a manipulation, the sadistic lord of Stravos intent on winding the whore tighter and tighter around his finger in eager abuse.
While she was a pleasure worker, Demi was adept at feigning pleasure. With the Stravos lord however, it was a little mixture of faking it and actually feeling it. Afterall, a woman's body did not differ much one from the other, and it was hard to resist when one's nerves were toyed in the exact same way as one would during sexual intercourse. She could not fake the dampness that slicked Elias's passage for his manhood, neither could she fake the way her body shuddered in response to his every brush, his every touch.
What she did feign however, was the way in which she moaned the young lord's name, the way her digits dug into his skin as she sought for more. For surely if he brought her to completion the day before, she would achieve it again today, would she not? If she was to be his plaything for the next few days, Demi could at least get pleasure out of it now. Elias seemed to enjoy worship, so worship Demi would give in every form, worth his coin.
The speeding up of his moves meant Demi moaned in time with his movements, the squeaking of the bed rocking beneath them drowned out as he whispered to her. Sure enough, he was pleased by her deference to him, he craved power, and Demi would allow him that. He did buy it afterall.
The appearance of a rope in her mouth surprised her as it replaced his lips, but aside from a surprised gasp, Demi otherwise allowed such a gag. It would scrape the sides of her lips where the skin was most tender, but now her moans and gasps and cries were even more noticeable when she could no longer bite down on her lips as he coaxed them out of her. His fingers flicking at the bundle of nerves sent Demi's hips desperately seeking Elias's own as her strained moans came even despite the rope in between her own lips, as she did her best to grind her hips against his.
Her legs willingly fell apart to provide more space for the Stravos lord to pound himself further, faster within her, as Demi's fingers dug into his hips, almost as if she was driving the lord's movements within her. She could feel the pleasure building within her until a sharp, strained cry burst forth when her orgasm built and released the dam within her, liquid gushing forth to cover Elias with it entirely, as she shuddered violently beneath the lord in her throes of pleasure.
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While she was a pleasure worker, Demi was adept at feigning pleasure. With the Stravos lord however, it was a little mixture of faking it and actually feeling it. Afterall, a woman's body did not differ much one from the other, and it was hard to resist when one's nerves were toyed in the exact same way as one would during sexual intercourse. She could not fake the dampness that slicked Elias's passage for his manhood, neither could she fake the way her body shuddered in response to his every brush, his every touch.
What she did feign however, was the way in which she moaned the young lord's name, the way her digits dug into his skin as she sought for more. For surely if he brought her to completion the day before, she would achieve it again today, would she not? If she was to be his plaything for the next few days, Demi could at least get pleasure out of it now. Elias seemed to enjoy worship, so worship Demi would give in every form, worth his coin.
The speeding up of his moves meant Demi moaned in time with his movements, the squeaking of the bed rocking beneath them drowned out as he whispered to her. Sure enough, he was pleased by her deference to him, he craved power, and Demi would allow him that. He did buy it afterall.
The appearance of a rope in her mouth surprised her as it replaced his lips, but aside from a surprised gasp, Demi otherwise allowed such a gag. It would scrape the sides of her lips where the skin was most tender, but now her moans and gasps and cries were even more noticeable when she could no longer bite down on her lips as he coaxed them out of her. His fingers flicking at the bundle of nerves sent Demi's hips desperately seeking Elias's own as her strained moans came even despite the rope in between her own lips, as she did her best to grind her hips against his.
Her legs willingly fell apart to provide more space for the Stravos lord to pound himself further, faster within her, as Demi's fingers dug into his hips, almost as if she was driving the lord's movements within her. She could feel the pleasure building within her until a sharp, strained cry burst forth when her orgasm built and released the dam within her, liquid gushing forth to cover Elias with it entirely, as she shuddered violently beneath the lord in her throes of pleasure.
While she was a pleasure worker, Demi was adept at feigning pleasure. With the Stravos lord however, it was a little mixture of faking it and actually feeling it. Afterall, a woman's body did not differ much one from the other, and it was hard to resist when one's nerves were toyed in the exact same way as one would during sexual intercourse. She could not fake the dampness that slicked Elias's passage for his manhood, neither could she fake the way her body shuddered in response to his every brush, his every touch.
What she did feign however, was the way in which she moaned the young lord's name, the way her digits dug into his skin as she sought for more. For surely if he brought her to completion the day before, she would achieve it again today, would she not? If she was to be his plaything for the next few days, Demi could at least get pleasure out of it now. Elias seemed to enjoy worship, so worship Demi would give in every form, worth his coin.
The speeding up of his moves meant Demi moaned in time with his movements, the squeaking of the bed rocking beneath them drowned out as he whispered to her. Sure enough, he was pleased by her deference to him, he craved power, and Demi would allow him that. He did buy it afterall.
The appearance of a rope in her mouth surprised her as it replaced his lips, but aside from a surprised gasp, Demi otherwise allowed such a gag. It would scrape the sides of her lips where the skin was most tender, but now her moans and gasps and cries were even more noticeable when she could no longer bite down on her lips as he coaxed them out of her. His fingers flicking at the bundle of nerves sent Demi's hips desperately seeking Elias's own as her strained moans came even despite the rope in between her own lips, as she did her best to grind her hips against his.
Her legs willingly fell apart to provide more space for the Stravos lord to pound himself further, faster within her, as Demi's fingers dug into his hips, almost as if she was driving the lord's movements within her. She could feel the pleasure building within her until a sharp, strained cry burst forth when her orgasm built and released the dam within her, liquid gushing forth to cover Elias with it entirely, as she shuddered violently beneath the lord in her throes of pleasure.
It took a skilled actor in order to identify the same in another. But, it wouldn't take much for the Headlord of Stravos to consider the moaning of his name, so taken to in its use instead of the monikers they'd adopted the night before. Demi of Arcana was, rightfully so, putting on a show for him. She was an entertainer who used her body as the canvas upon which to draw men to the throes of exhilaration. To say that Elias was anything of an exception would be an illusion. But, Elias of Stravos was not attached to the whore beneath him. Nor, in different circumstances, would he have called for her to begin with.
Ordinarily, there were enough women who brought themselves to Elias of their own accord, or were otherwise swayed to lay with him through guile or whatever sensations it was that compelled a woman to sleep with a man of impeccable beauty. The Stravos did not think so lowly of himself that he required Demi's validation in order to think himself tall. No, he craved it because she was the one around to satisfy the desire several weeks in the making. He brought her to pass the time and sharpen his mind for the trying times ahead of him.
And, he brought her because there was that deep anger and overwhelming need to show force as he'd done the night before... It'd be disrespectful to send for someone he cared even the slightest bit about. No he'd relish in the worship she bestowed upon him, the fortuitous skill it required to take him so easily, and then, the feel of her clenched about the length of him in the midst of his orgasm. He paid it little mind as she covered his thighs over with the violent outburst. He rather enjoyed it, all things considered. How many men could say they'd done the same to this woman multiple times over?
Elias smirked at the thought before he pulled himself off from the whore. He lay on his bed next to her, but he was by no means done with her. Desire was akin to gluttony, and the morning had just arrived suffusing Elias with the vitality of the day's beginning. He'd have her again, but not before the cruel smirk wove upon his features. Fingers slithered into Demi's hair, and he jerked her backwards, intent upon showing the woman the mess she'd made along his bed. He guided her towards him as he lay with one side of his head against his pillows. He brought her to his mouth, twisting her head so that her ear was level with his lips.
"Look down, whore, at just what sort of mess you've made. It is admirable, to find pleasure in your work, but look at the mess you've made."
Elias gestured to his thighs and the still rigid length of him. Her pleasure had, again, come before his own. And while he wasn't irritated, he'd use every edge he had to punish her with the reality of the situation. Of course, the Stravos needed no legitimacy to his accusations, but it was all in the fun of his ministrations. The cruelty exhibited was marginal compared to the lives he'd taken, but nonetheless, he drew a twisted high from the disgraced lord.
"I'd ask you to prostrate yourself to me. To beg for forgiveness. But, your mouth can be put to a much better use. Rather than praise and beg, I'll have you choke," he mused aloud. The smirk caught upon his features when at last, with a push, the Stravos released the woman's head to allow her to proceed with his instructions.
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It took a skilled actor in order to identify the same in another. But, it wouldn't take much for the Headlord of Stravos to consider the moaning of his name, so taken to in its use instead of the monikers they'd adopted the night before. Demi of Arcana was, rightfully so, putting on a show for him. She was an entertainer who used her body as the canvas upon which to draw men to the throes of exhilaration. To say that Elias was anything of an exception would be an illusion. But, Elias of Stravos was not attached to the whore beneath him. Nor, in different circumstances, would he have called for her to begin with.
Ordinarily, there were enough women who brought themselves to Elias of their own accord, or were otherwise swayed to lay with him through guile or whatever sensations it was that compelled a woman to sleep with a man of impeccable beauty. The Stravos did not think so lowly of himself that he required Demi's validation in order to think himself tall. No, he craved it because she was the one around to satisfy the desire several weeks in the making. He brought her to pass the time and sharpen his mind for the trying times ahead of him.
And, he brought her because there was that deep anger and overwhelming need to show force as he'd done the night before... It'd be disrespectful to send for someone he cared even the slightest bit about. No he'd relish in the worship she bestowed upon him, the fortuitous skill it required to take him so easily, and then, the feel of her clenched about the length of him in the midst of his orgasm. He paid it little mind as she covered his thighs over with the violent outburst. He rather enjoyed it, all things considered. How many men could say they'd done the same to this woman multiple times over?
Elias smirked at the thought before he pulled himself off from the whore. He lay on his bed next to her, but he was by no means done with her. Desire was akin to gluttony, and the morning had just arrived suffusing Elias with the vitality of the day's beginning. He'd have her again, but not before the cruel smirk wove upon his features. Fingers slithered into Demi's hair, and he jerked her backwards, intent upon showing the woman the mess she'd made along his bed. He guided her towards him as he lay with one side of his head against his pillows. He brought her to his mouth, twisting her head so that her ear was level with his lips.
"Look down, whore, at just what sort of mess you've made. It is admirable, to find pleasure in your work, but look at the mess you've made."
Elias gestured to his thighs and the still rigid length of him. Her pleasure had, again, come before his own. And while he wasn't irritated, he'd use every edge he had to punish her with the reality of the situation. Of course, the Stravos needed no legitimacy to his accusations, but it was all in the fun of his ministrations. The cruelty exhibited was marginal compared to the lives he'd taken, but nonetheless, he drew a twisted high from the disgraced lord.
"I'd ask you to prostrate yourself to me. To beg for forgiveness. But, your mouth can be put to a much better use. Rather than praise and beg, I'll have you choke," he mused aloud. The smirk caught upon his features when at last, with a push, the Stravos released the woman's head to allow her to proceed with his instructions.
It took a skilled actor in order to identify the same in another. But, it wouldn't take much for the Headlord of Stravos to consider the moaning of his name, so taken to in its use instead of the monikers they'd adopted the night before. Demi of Arcana was, rightfully so, putting on a show for him. She was an entertainer who used her body as the canvas upon which to draw men to the throes of exhilaration. To say that Elias was anything of an exception would be an illusion. But, Elias of Stravos was not attached to the whore beneath him. Nor, in different circumstances, would he have called for her to begin with.
Ordinarily, there were enough women who brought themselves to Elias of their own accord, or were otherwise swayed to lay with him through guile or whatever sensations it was that compelled a woman to sleep with a man of impeccable beauty. The Stravos did not think so lowly of himself that he required Demi's validation in order to think himself tall. No, he craved it because she was the one around to satisfy the desire several weeks in the making. He brought her to pass the time and sharpen his mind for the trying times ahead of him.
And, he brought her because there was that deep anger and overwhelming need to show force as he'd done the night before... It'd be disrespectful to send for someone he cared even the slightest bit about. No he'd relish in the worship she bestowed upon him, the fortuitous skill it required to take him so easily, and then, the feel of her clenched about the length of him in the midst of his orgasm. He paid it little mind as she covered his thighs over with the violent outburst. He rather enjoyed it, all things considered. How many men could say they'd done the same to this woman multiple times over?
Elias smirked at the thought before he pulled himself off from the whore. He lay on his bed next to her, but he was by no means done with her. Desire was akin to gluttony, and the morning had just arrived suffusing Elias with the vitality of the day's beginning. He'd have her again, but not before the cruel smirk wove upon his features. Fingers slithered into Demi's hair, and he jerked her backwards, intent upon showing the woman the mess she'd made along his bed. He guided her towards him as he lay with one side of his head against his pillows. He brought her to his mouth, twisting her head so that her ear was level with his lips.
"Look down, whore, at just what sort of mess you've made. It is admirable, to find pleasure in your work, but look at the mess you've made."
Elias gestured to his thighs and the still rigid length of him. Her pleasure had, again, come before his own. And while he wasn't irritated, he'd use every edge he had to punish her with the reality of the situation. Of course, the Stravos needed no legitimacy to his accusations, but it was all in the fun of his ministrations. The cruelty exhibited was marginal compared to the lives he'd taken, but nonetheless, he drew a twisted high from the disgraced lord.
"I'd ask you to prostrate yourself to me. To beg for forgiveness. But, your mouth can be put to a much better use. Rather than praise and beg, I'll have you choke," he mused aloud. The smirk caught upon his features when at last, with a push, the Stravos released the woman's head to allow her to proceed with his instructions.
Had that not been what he wanted? It would appear not however, for despite havinng reached her climax, the young Stravos lord still sought for more, if Demi were to judge by his reactions. She looked where he jerked her, her scalp stinging from where he yanked, but the woman made no sound, merely obliging him and doing as was told. It was her job afterall. Demi did not let herself wince even as the lord led her around by the strands of her hair, but it did not take a genius to figure out what he wanted.
The woman complied with no argument, and the moment Elias released her hair, she quickly slid her way down his body, and soon her lips had closed around his rigid length, careful to ensure her tongue covered every inch of his manhood as she began slow movements of pumping him in and out of her, providing him service with her lips.
It wasn't an uncommon act. Many men, especially those married ones, would hire Demi specifically for such service, purely because Demi would perform acts for them their wives never would, servicing them with their mouth being one of the most highly sought after one. It was one deemed as demeaning to woman, and many did not dare even ask for fear of repercussion. But Demi was a paid whore, who was she to complain? To Hector, she did it because she liked to see his enjoyment, took joy in it herself. To clients, it was merely a necessity.
Ensuring to keep it properly lubricated as she increased her speed by gauging the lord's reactions, she was careful to ensure that her teeth only grazed the edges of the lord's sensitive length every so often, just enough sensation to put him on edge, but not enough to case pain. Bracing herself by placing one hand on each of Elias's thighs, she drew soft circles on the inner thigh with her fingers, looking to further his pleasure as her lips and tongue did their duty on his manhood.
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Had that not been what he wanted? It would appear not however, for despite havinng reached her climax, the young Stravos lord still sought for more, if Demi were to judge by his reactions. She looked where he jerked her, her scalp stinging from where he yanked, but the woman made no sound, merely obliging him and doing as was told. It was her job afterall. Demi did not let herself wince even as the lord led her around by the strands of her hair, but it did not take a genius to figure out what he wanted.
The woman complied with no argument, and the moment Elias released her hair, she quickly slid her way down his body, and soon her lips had closed around his rigid length, careful to ensure her tongue covered every inch of his manhood as she began slow movements of pumping him in and out of her, providing him service with her lips.
It wasn't an uncommon act. Many men, especially those married ones, would hire Demi specifically for such service, purely because Demi would perform acts for them their wives never would, servicing them with their mouth being one of the most highly sought after one. It was one deemed as demeaning to woman, and many did not dare even ask for fear of repercussion. But Demi was a paid whore, who was she to complain? To Hector, she did it because she liked to see his enjoyment, took joy in it herself. To clients, it was merely a necessity.
Ensuring to keep it properly lubricated as she increased her speed by gauging the lord's reactions, she was careful to ensure that her teeth only grazed the edges of the lord's sensitive length every so often, just enough sensation to put him on edge, but not enough to case pain. Bracing herself by placing one hand on each of Elias's thighs, she drew soft circles on the inner thigh with her fingers, looking to further his pleasure as her lips and tongue did their duty on his manhood.
Had that not been what he wanted? It would appear not however, for despite havinng reached her climax, the young Stravos lord still sought for more, if Demi were to judge by his reactions. She looked where he jerked her, her scalp stinging from where he yanked, but the woman made no sound, merely obliging him and doing as was told. It was her job afterall. Demi did not let herself wince even as the lord led her around by the strands of her hair, but it did not take a genius to figure out what he wanted.
The woman complied with no argument, and the moment Elias released her hair, she quickly slid her way down his body, and soon her lips had closed around his rigid length, careful to ensure her tongue covered every inch of his manhood as she began slow movements of pumping him in and out of her, providing him service with her lips.
It wasn't an uncommon act. Many men, especially those married ones, would hire Demi specifically for such service, purely because Demi would perform acts for them their wives never would, servicing them with their mouth being one of the most highly sought after one. It was one deemed as demeaning to woman, and many did not dare even ask for fear of repercussion. But Demi was a paid whore, who was she to complain? To Hector, she did it because she liked to see his enjoyment, took joy in it herself. To clients, it was merely a necessity.
Ensuring to keep it properly lubricated as she increased her speed by gauging the lord's reactions, she was careful to ensure that her teeth only grazed the edges of the lord's sensitive length every so often, just enough sensation to put him on edge, but not enough to case pain. Bracing herself by placing one hand on each of Elias's thighs, she drew soft circles on the inner thigh with her fingers, looking to further his pleasure as her lips and tongue did their duty on his manhood.
The time for gentleness was long past.
Demi of Arcana would leave his service carrying a bulk of coin with a likely enough limp. Avarice was in all of the things Elias did, and when given to the opportunity to ravage and indulge as he truly craved, there was no sparing her by any means. Certainly, she was accustomed to the treatment, but ever since Elias his isolation prevented him from his escapades... There was, suffice it to say, an abundance of energy to burn off and ample rage for him to let free. Demi of Arcana complied, a doll to be twisted and played with to his heart's content and she did the job exceedingly well. Elias of Stravos felt his length throb within her maw, his fingers threading into her hair.
Nails raked at the whore's scalp as she provided unto him a service he'd had many times before, but wouldn't humiliate royals with. Or, at least, not immediately upon entrancing them. Nobles were different, the daughter waifs of families that held no royal blood in their veins. They were playthings to be discarded, never courted and given the time of day. This whore was beneath even that, a plaything to be squeezed of all of her utility until the time came for him to leave her. He knew the time drew neither. Sooner or later, there would be an intrusion and he had no intention of having himself down her throat when the men sought entry to give him the details that might allow him to make the decision that would turn the course of his destiny.
Abandoned to disgrace, given to the isolation of his home. He hated it more than anything else, and the Stravos heir put that hatred to use. His hand slid behind Demi's head, driving his length until his pelvis threatened to crush her nose against him. His other hand was no gentler, grazing along her shoulders, carving red lines with his fingernails until he felt the threat of climax cull throughout his body. He tipped his head back, a groan of satisfaction coursing throughout the bedroom. Loud enough it was that the Stravos did not hear the very knocking he dreaded the sound of. A moment passed before the knock grew louder.
"Lord Elias?" he heard a familiar voice call, his eyes narrowed in distaste even as the flow of seed coaxed along the worn flesh of Demi's mouth. He pulled himself out of her before he stepped away from her. He sought out a rag, cleaning her saliva from the length of his cock. "Do not open the door. I'll be outside in just a moment to meet you," he assured them. His voice erupted as a bellow, irritation clear in his tone before he took the same rag and threw it at the whore's shoulder.
"Get up and put yourself together. Do not leave this room for five minutes once I leave it. Your fee is underneath the bed. Collect it at your leisure and take your leave," he told her.
Infuriated at the interruption, he had to find the calm in the midst of the storm. Fortunately, he'd been satisfied well enough. The whore did her job well, and though the servants would have to change the sheets and clean the room for hours yet, he didn't much care. The few that were left (which hardly mattered, the restoration of his lands would bring slaves from other parts of Stravos rule) were slow and feeble, unable to find proper accommodations elsewhere. He did not care much for their appearance or for their leisure. If they needed clean after his mess, which they did, then they'd do it with a smile or find themselves abandoned to a fate marked by disgrace just as he was.
The disgraced Headlord of Stravos, once properly cleansed of her saliva and his own seed, motioned for Demi to assist him in dressing. Then, once he was done, he let one hand traverse along the length of her naked body, grasping at her breast once more before he turned away from her at the clasp of his fibulae. Once presentable enough (for in his opinion, these meager clothes and to his standards unkempt appearance lent nothing to presentation) for the souls he sought to direct, he left the room without another glance or word to the whore. He had a facade to create and a monarchy to bring to a bloody end.
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The time for gentleness was long past.
Demi of Arcana would leave his service carrying a bulk of coin with a likely enough limp. Avarice was in all of the things Elias did, and when given to the opportunity to ravage and indulge as he truly craved, there was no sparing her by any means. Certainly, she was accustomed to the treatment, but ever since Elias his isolation prevented him from his escapades... There was, suffice it to say, an abundance of energy to burn off and ample rage for him to let free. Demi of Arcana complied, a doll to be twisted and played with to his heart's content and she did the job exceedingly well. Elias of Stravos felt his length throb within her maw, his fingers threading into her hair.
Nails raked at the whore's scalp as she provided unto him a service he'd had many times before, but wouldn't humiliate royals with. Or, at least, not immediately upon entrancing them. Nobles were different, the daughter waifs of families that held no royal blood in their veins. They were playthings to be discarded, never courted and given the time of day. This whore was beneath even that, a plaything to be squeezed of all of her utility until the time came for him to leave her. He knew the time drew neither. Sooner or later, there would be an intrusion and he had no intention of having himself down her throat when the men sought entry to give him the details that might allow him to make the decision that would turn the course of his destiny.
Abandoned to disgrace, given to the isolation of his home. He hated it more than anything else, and the Stravos heir put that hatred to use. His hand slid behind Demi's head, driving his length until his pelvis threatened to crush her nose against him. His other hand was no gentler, grazing along her shoulders, carving red lines with his fingernails until he felt the threat of climax cull throughout his body. He tipped his head back, a groan of satisfaction coursing throughout the bedroom. Loud enough it was that the Stravos did not hear the very knocking he dreaded the sound of. A moment passed before the knock grew louder.
"Lord Elias?" he heard a familiar voice call, his eyes narrowed in distaste even as the flow of seed coaxed along the worn flesh of Demi's mouth. He pulled himself out of her before he stepped away from her. He sought out a rag, cleaning her saliva from the length of his cock. "Do not open the door. I'll be outside in just a moment to meet you," he assured them. His voice erupted as a bellow, irritation clear in his tone before he took the same rag and threw it at the whore's shoulder.
"Get up and put yourself together. Do not leave this room for five minutes once I leave it. Your fee is underneath the bed. Collect it at your leisure and take your leave," he told her.
Infuriated at the interruption, he had to find the calm in the midst of the storm. Fortunately, he'd been satisfied well enough. The whore did her job well, and though the servants would have to change the sheets and clean the room for hours yet, he didn't much care. The few that were left (which hardly mattered, the restoration of his lands would bring slaves from other parts of Stravos rule) were slow and feeble, unable to find proper accommodations elsewhere. He did not care much for their appearance or for their leisure. If they needed clean after his mess, which they did, then they'd do it with a smile or find themselves abandoned to a fate marked by disgrace just as he was.
The disgraced Headlord of Stravos, once properly cleansed of her saliva and his own seed, motioned for Demi to assist him in dressing. Then, once he was done, he let one hand traverse along the length of her naked body, grasping at her breast once more before he turned away from her at the clasp of his fibulae. Once presentable enough (for in his opinion, these meager clothes and to his standards unkempt appearance lent nothing to presentation) for the souls he sought to direct, he left the room without another glance or word to the whore. He had a facade to create and a monarchy to bring to a bloody end.
The time for gentleness was long past.
Demi of Arcana would leave his service carrying a bulk of coin with a likely enough limp. Avarice was in all of the things Elias did, and when given to the opportunity to ravage and indulge as he truly craved, there was no sparing her by any means. Certainly, she was accustomed to the treatment, but ever since Elias his isolation prevented him from his escapades... There was, suffice it to say, an abundance of energy to burn off and ample rage for him to let free. Demi of Arcana complied, a doll to be twisted and played with to his heart's content and she did the job exceedingly well. Elias of Stravos felt his length throb within her maw, his fingers threading into her hair.
Nails raked at the whore's scalp as she provided unto him a service he'd had many times before, but wouldn't humiliate royals with. Or, at least, not immediately upon entrancing them. Nobles were different, the daughter waifs of families that held no royal blood in their veins. They were playthings to be discarded, never courted and given the time of day. This whore was beneath even that, a plaything to be squeezed of all of her utility until the time came for him to leave her. He knew the time drew neither. Sooner or later, there would be an intrusion and he had no intention of having himself down her throat when the men sought entry to give him the details that might allow him to make the decision that would turn the course of his destiny.
Abandoned to disgrace, given to the isolation of his home. He hated it more than anything else, and the Stravos heir put that hatred to use. His hand slid behind Demi's head, driving his length until his pelvis threatened to crush her nose against him. His other hand was no gentler, grazing along her shoulders, carving red lines with his fingernails until he felt the threat of climax cull throughout his body. He tipped his head back, a groan of satisfaction coursing throughout the bedroom. Loud enough it was that the Stravos did not hear the very knocking he dreaded the sound of. A moment passed before the knock grew louder.
"Lord Elias?" he heard a familiar voice call, his eyes narrowed in distaste even as the flow of seed coaxed along the worn flesh of Demi's mouth. He pulled himself out of her before he stepped away from her. He sought out a rag, cleaning her saliva from the length of his cock. "Do not open the door. I'll be outside in just a moment to meet you," he assured them. His voice erupted as a bellow, irritation clear in his tone before he took the same rag and threw it at the whore's shoulder.
"Get up and put yourself together. Do not leave this room for five minutes once I leave it. Your fee is underneath the bed. Collect it at your leisure and take your leave," he told her.
Infuriated at the interruption, he had to find the calm in the midst of the storm. Fortunately, he'd been satisfied well enough. The whore did her job well, and though the servants would have to change the sheets and clean the room for hours yet, he didn't much care. The few that were left (which hardly mattered, the restoration of his lands would bring slaves from other parts of Stravos rule) were slow and feeble, unable to find proper accommodations elsewhere. He did not care much for their appearance or for their leisure. If they needed clean after his mess, which they did, then they'd do it with a smile or find themselves abandoned to a fate marked by disgrace just as he was.
The disgraced Headlord of Stravos, once properly cleansed of her saliva and his own seed, motioned for Demi to assist him in dressing. Then, once he was done, he let one hand traverse along the length of her naked body, grasping at her breast once more before he turned away from her at the clasp of his fibulae. Once presentable enough (for in his opinion, these meager clothes and to his standards unkempt appearance lent nothing to presentation) for the souls he sought to direct, he left the room without another glance or word to the whore. He had a facade to create and a monarchy to bring to a bloody end.