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Yana and Marcus Share A Drink
DIR By: Marcus Lycus
Date: April 14, 2026, 9:04 pm
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04/14/26 04:20:44 pm)
...Merchant of Love...
For a sense of sensuality Or an opulance thereof, Patronize the
house of Marcus Lycus,
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Great Hall
-=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
YanaProperty of the Hous: It had been two days since Marcus had
taken Yana to get her slave wine and physical. He'd been
occupied with much since then, Preparation for the trial and his
role in it. Inquiring about the ship that was carrying the rest
of his possessions to Freeport now that the Thassa was thawed.
And then there was some matter with Lady Ivenia that had them in
conference late into the night. Little enough time for him to
check up on all the newly acquired slaves from Sardar Fair much
less the one he promised not to sell. Then again, he trusted he
did not have to worry about taking care of such things.
Still, it was with some relief that he came to the Great Hall
and all but collapsed into his chair. He glanced about to the
alcoves where there were meant to be slaves ready to tend to any
guests in the Hall or members of the House come to hold court or
greeting visitors. he had been so busy today he hadn't pondered
the duty schedule.....
(04/14/26 04:29:57 pm)
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Great Hall
-=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
...Merchant of Love...: The day had been a busy one. After her
earlier encounter with Sinnabun, Yana had ended up spending
several ahn scrubbing the floor of the Great Hall of the House
naked and on her hands and knees, being 'encouraged' by the
second girl to display herself this way or that way, to imagine
that eyes were on her, those of Men, amongst them Kostas, the
former General of Ar that had once been her bodyguard in
Cardonicus.
Eventually though Sinnabun had told Yana to stop, she perhaps
having grown weary of her entertainment, at which point Yana had
found herself commanded to an alcove, where she could serve any
that came into the Hall, while at the same time serving as an
advertisement for the wares of the House of Lycus should any
potential buyers enter, even although she herself had been
assured that she was not for sale.
And so she was still in the alcove when she saw a figure enter,
recognising instantly who it was, she then swift to move, rising
from the alcove, bare feet skittering across the floor that she
had so recently cleaned, closing the distance between you and
she until she could sink to her knees before you, thighs parted
wide for the Mistress Zyra was not present this night, so the
naked blonde knelt, displayed herself, fully, her voice a soft
caress of your ears as she spoke "Greetings, Master. May Yana be
of use to you this night?"
Bare breasts rose and fell with each breath taken as she knelt
before you, the words themselves holding more than one meaning,
for after all, she had now had her slave wine. the way her body
trembled as she knelt making it evident that she knew exactly
what she was saying..
04/14/26 04:39:54 pm)
...Merchant of Love...
For a sense of sensuality Or an opulance thereof, Patronize the
house of Marcus Lycus,
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Great Hall
-=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
YanaProperty of the Hous: He looked down on the girl and smiled
warmly. Her need was apparent. It had been apparent before she
had the slave wine. And now that she was safe and fair game for
any man yet forbidden to be touched by any not of the House...
well, that only left two candidates and Cernus was out on the
hunt.
Still, Marcus was not one to fur a girl casually even if the
mood took him. Partly to test the girls' own endurance. Partly
because he liked the frenzy he saw in a new slave's eyes as they
learned to curb their own lusts after repressing them completely
for so long.
Mostly though... he was a bit tired for such sport after the day
he'd had. But that did not mean he could not enjoy Yana's
company and see to her training.
"I think there are many ways you might be of use this night, my
beauty. But for the moment, I require a glass of wine. Run down
to the kitchen and fetch me one. And a bowl of slave wine for
yourself. Not the medicine - the actual wine meant for slave
girls." That clarification was unnecessary, for the kitchen
staff had no such thing. But he was in little mood to set up a
farce based around the fact that the drug that made slave women
infertile was the same as the spiced wine meant to make them
more pliable and heated and ready for their duties. Not that
Yana seemed to need it, he thought as he saw the glisten upon
the petals of her flower, but he did not like to drink alone.
(04/14/26 04:49:54 pm)
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Great Hall
-=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
...Merchant of Love...: "Yes, Master." She almost quivered as
she spoke, she hearing the way that word, 'Master', fell from
her lips that no longer casually spoke the names of Men with
whom she had once been acquainted, for now every one of those
men would be called 'Master', but still, it held extra weight
when it was spoken to you, for while all men were to be
addressed as Master, it was you who was her Master, you who had
collared her, you who had branded her.
You that her blue eyes now dared to quickly steal a glance as
she rose to bare feet with a ripple of naked female flesh,
standing before you just long enough to afford you full view of
that which you owned should it please you to look upon her, just
long enough to take in the sensual swells and curves of lithe
body before she turned, gave flick of mane, one that she had
been practicing, with Felicia's help, the redhead now offering
more...hands on...training....
And then she was walking away, her back to you, the ridges of
her spine like miniature Sardar peaks, her hips swaying from
side to side, every step taken as though your eyes were boring
into her, those steel grey orbs that she had once looked at
across a kaissa board, again at the Fair as she lad lay next to
you in an alcove....her back to you so you could not see the
smile on her face, the blush to her cheeks, for you had called
her your beauty....this pleased her greatly, that and the fact
that she was to be allowed wine, actual wine, albeit that meant
for slaves....this would be the first time that wine had touched
lips that had hitherto frequently tasted it since the end of the
kaissa match....and so she smiled to herself as she slipped from
your sight, made her way to the kitchen.
(04/14/26 05:01:56 pm)
...Merchant of Love...
For a sense of sensuality Or an opulance thereof, Patronize the
house of Marcus Lycus,
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Great Hall
-=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
YanaProperty of the Hous: Marcus noted the girl's smile and how
she beamed at being called beauty. It was a small thing to him
but meant the world to her. But it was no base flattery. She was
a beauty. And become more beautiful by the day in his
estimation. Not that the Lady Ydril had been ugly. Far from it.
But there were a difference between how a Free Woman secure in
her position walked and how a slave walked. And there was no
real comparison between the two. Even ignoring the dark thrill
of conquest... know that he had won her through his own cunning
at the Kaissa board. Knowing she had chosen to be his slave even
when offered an out. That would count for much on a personal
level even without his vow to protect her, one way or the other.
That was why he was pondering the expense of having her scars
removed. For even if most of the bounty hunters seeking her
would likely be looking for a Free Woman wearing the full Robes
of Concealment and many veils, it didn't do to leave it to
chance. Besides, as it was now, she was attractive. And there
were Northmen who liked the sight of a woman who had clearly
seen combat and survived. Which would count for much in Freeport
if he did intend to sell her but, alas for the coin to be made,
he could not.
So he settled in to wait on his wine and the splendid display he
was sure was to come with it.
04/14/26 05:06:02 pm)
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Kitchens
-=Somewhere within the kitchens of the House of Lycus, cooking,
cleaning, or preparing food.=-
...Merchant of Love...: She moved swiftly then - you had, after
all, said run - and she was, after all, eager to be back in your
presence, so not an ihn was wasted as she moved through
corridors that were now becoming familiar to her, those of the
House of Lycus, her home, perhaps the first your home that she
had ever had, for the docks of Kasra had not been home, the
pampered luxury of Asperiche, the other places that she had
travelled to, Tharna, Cardonicus, elsewhere....she had always
just been passing through each, never called them home.
The House of Lycus was her home.
She was in the kitchen now, saw that it was not the Kitchen
Mistress who was known to enjoy whacking kajirae across the
backs of her thighs with her wooden spoon if they displeased
her, so Yana was sure to ask permission before she moved to the
wine racks, who raised quizzical eyebrow at the request.
"Please, Mistress," the blonde said "I know wine." There was a
pause, during which the Mistress lightly tapped her wooden spoon
against her own palm while she considered the request before
nodding her assent. Yana approached the racks then, her blue
eyes then roaming the various bottles, the labels of some
familair to her. There was an absence of any Cosian vintages,
and no others that were particularly extravagant, though she
recalled the night she had been enslaved that there had been a
discussion about the wine and that of Torcadino had been amongst
the finest available at the time, on account of supply
difficulties she thought she remembered her Master saying.
Her eyes ran quickly over the bottles, wine being something that
she knew something about after all, selected a vintage from that
she was familair with, it less well known than some peeled but
fresh and a little fruity on the palate. She swiftly poured a
gobletful for her Master, then filled a wooden bowl with the
wine that was kept for slaves, for she would not drink from a
fine cup of goblet, may not even be permitted to use her hands
when she drunk if that was her Master's wish....goblet then held
in right hand and bowl in left she began to retrace steps back
towards the Hall...
#Post#: 747--------------------------------------------------
Re: Yana and Marcus Share A Drink
DIR By: Marcus Lycus
Date: April 14, 2026, 9:07 pm
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04/14/26 05:13:21 pm)
...Merchant of Love...
For a sense of sensuality Or an opulance thereof, Patronize the
house of Marcus Lycus,
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Great Hall
-=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
YanaProperty of the Hous: Marcus was somewhat more relaxed and
was turned to watch the passage from the kitchen. He was pleased
but not surprised to note that the speed Yana had used in
getting to the kitchen was not pushing her to haste in her
return, though he noted she seemed to flush and smile a bit
wider when she saw him watching for her. She was being careful
to sashay, not only to display her body but to prevent the wine
from spilling.
He nodded approval to her and turned around toward the fire,
signaling she was to kneel before him there to deliver his
drink. He had not specified a Northern or Southern serve so he
moved to indicate the Southern serve. Though he was sure it
would delight the newly heated slave to sit upon his knee and be
his cup maiden for the night.
It would please him too, but his testing her resolve was also a
test for himself and his own sense of poised control. After all,
if he were to stop to lay every attractive woman in his House,
he would never get anything done!
(04/14/26 05:17:50 pm)
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Great Hall
-=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
...Merchant of Love...: The sound of bare feet on tiles heralded
Yana's return to the Great Hall, she now not running but moving
swiftly towards you, approaching, nude, the front of her body
now fully displayed, a body that you owned, that you had
won....in a wager...something that some might find to be truly
Gorean....to win a slave in a wager...notwithstanding that it
had been she who had made herself the stake...risked her
freedom, but then some would say that Ydril ze Omun had never
been one to back down...and so the wager had been made....and
the prize that you had claimed now approached you, more slowly
as she drew nearer, each foot placed carefully in front of the
other that she might approach you not as clumsy free woman
attempting to walk as slave but as a slave, for that was what
she was.
Her head was up, her eyes shining, bare breasts crowned with
taut nipples heaving with each breath taken, every bit of your
property revealed to you, beneath those magnificent tits that
would fill a Man's hands, her taut belly, defined by that scar,
her navel, that which Goreans called the slave belly exposed,
and below that the waxed vee at the base of that belly, the
delights that lay between her thighs, all of thatw as now
displayed, all of that belonged to you as you indicated that you
desired to be served in the manner of the South, she hoping that
she masked disappointment as she placed the bowl of slave wine
to one side that she might focus on you.....
The slave was kneeling before you then, thighs again parted wide
as she lowered her eyes to the floor, arms oustretched, the
goblet held in both hands, where you might pluck it from her
fingers. "Your wine, Master. Yana prays that it is to your
liking." She tried to stifle the tremble in her voice, the
quivering in her body as thighs found extra hort or so to
spread, muscles straining as she knelt before you.
(04/14/26 05:24:36 pm)
...Merchant of Love...
For a sense of sensuality Or an opulance thereof, Patronize the
house of Marcus Lycus,
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Great Hall
-=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
YanaProperty of the Hous: He paused only a moment to admire the
display as she strained to make herself even more open to him -
an admirable goal but all but impossible without an hour's
stretching. Still, he once again nodded approval as he reached
down and took the goblet from her. He then leaned back in his
chair, taking a slow sip of the liquor. He noted the fruity
taste - not something he usually chose for himself. A wine
better suited to a lady's palette, which he supposed it made
sense Yana, as the former Lady Ydril, would choose. It was still
a good wine, however, and did much to calm the nerves and chill
a hot-blooded Slaver after a long day.
"It does please me," he said finally. "As does your display. But
turn around to enjoy your drink. You have shown me nearly every
part of you I own. But Nadu does make it hard to see a girl's
backside. And you do have a fine one."
(04/14/26 05:34:24 pm)
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Great Hall
-=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
...Merchant of Love...: You took sip of the wine, silence then
following afterwards, during which her hands lowered to her
spread thighs while she waited breathlessly to see if the wine
that she had chosen would meet with your approval, she almost
siding with relief when you indicated that both wine and serve
had been pleased.
"Yes, Master, thank you Master..." her cheeks colored again,
briefly, when you commented on her backside, she then shifting
on her knees, gathering up the bowl that she had brought for
herself, so that she could turn, her back now to you as she
placed it back on the floor, your words confirming to her that
she would not use her hands, instead lowering her head to the
bowl, backside rising at same time, almost like symmetry, one
rising as other lowered, the curves of that ass that you had
just described as fine revealed to you, her legs parting
instincively so that you could look on her fuckholes as she
started to lap at the wine, it pleasant enough to the taste even
if it was bleaker no vintage from Ar or Cos, the spices added to
it giving it a distinctive flavor as the slave lapped at it.
04/14/26 05:45:19 pm)
...Merchant of Love...
For a sense of sensuality Or an opulance thereof, Patronize the
house of Marcus Lycus,
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Great Hall
-=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
YanaProperty of the Hous: It was said by some that the spices of
the slave wine contained some aphrodisiac property that
increased the burn of the fire within a slave's belly. Marcus
doubted that. Such a thing would be controlled by the
Physicians, like the other slave wine, if it were so. And he had
no doubt some Free Women would try the brew out of curiosity...
to see if one sip might truly turn them into a slut.
No, it was the idea of the forbidden, he reflected. Doing that
which was forbidden or frowned upon. Like women laying with
women. Or allowing every hole of your body to be used by a man.
Or offering yourself up to be viewed as you ate and drank like a
beast. Such things drove home a girl's fate to them as much as
the collar, the brand or their clothing and lack there of. This
too was as much a part of the training to turn Yana into what
she was meant to be as her dance lessons.
Still, Marcus sipped his wine as he admired the eagerly offered
fuckholes his property offered up to entice him. The silence
between them was broken then by a question.
"You wonder, perhaps, why I have not used you since you took the
slave wine from the Physician?"
(04/14/26 05:57:40 pm)
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Great Hall
-=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
...Merchant of Love...: The slave lapped at her wine as a
silence descended upon the Hall, she feeling exposed,
vulnerable....perhaps also humiliated....she had, after all,
seen slaves eat and drink like the beasts that they were, had
even commanded it on more than one occasion, but now she was
experiencing it, and the contrast between what she had been and
what she now was could not have been stronger. The last time you
and she had drunk wine together you had sat opposite each other,
could ring from fine goblets, as civilized people did, conversed
as the pieces had slowly disappeared from the red and yellow
checked board. You have even offered a toast before the final
moves, perhaps to prolong the tension of the moment, the nerves,
as the endgame approached, the prize at that point within grasp
of either player but both knowing there could be no tie, only
one could emerge victorious.
And that had, of course, been you. Gor was, after all, a world
ruled by Men. Perhaps Ydril ze Omun had been foolish to ever
have thought that she could make her own way in that world.
Perhaps. But it was of consequence now. For there was no Ydril,
there was only Yana, a naked slave that lapped at her wine like
a beast as you shattered the silence, posed question that was no
less profound than that asked the other night in the presence of
the Lady Zyra.
Was she supposed to wonder such things? Curiosity, after all,
was not becoming in a kajira. But then we both knew that this
particular kajira was likely to be curious about many things.
Was that not at least partly why we had spoken of what we spoke
of at the edge of the circle? And so after a moment her voice
drifted back to you, though it was her bare backside that
remained in your view.
"The thought had crossed my mind, Master..."
She did not, after all, wish ti be whipped for lying to you.
(04/14/26 06:09:40 pm)
...Merchant of Love...
For a sense of sensuality Or an opulance thereof, Patronize the
house of Marcus Lycus,
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Great Hall
-=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
YanaProperty of the Hous: He laughed earnestly at that. A good,
rich baritone sound which echoed on the chamber walls and if any
of the other alcove girls were jealous at the attention the
Master was paying you they held their tongues and stayed out of
sight for the moment.
"I thought as much. For the question is clearly written upon
your body as well. And though you have learned well how to
display yourself with pride, the past two days you have been
even bolder and more needful. That is good, for a pleasure slave
should always be ready for he who collared her. I suspect the
urge is stronger for how I claimed you. And branded you as
well."
He smiled softly as he took another sip of the wine and admired
the view once more before speaking. Her lower lips still
glistened and did he imagine her arse seeming to "wink" at him
as if suddenly contracting and relaxing?
"There are several reasons," he said finally. "I will tell you
two which are relevant to your training and your position here
in the House of Lycus. The first is that I do not
indiscriminately bed every slut who comes to wear my collar.
Even the ones I intended to keep. I would hardly have time to do
anything else if I did," he said his tone light. "The other
reason that concerns you is that I did not wish you to think it
was not because you are not attractive or pleasing. You are
quite attractive. And you have pleased me well since coming into
my service. I could put you on any auction block and get silver
tarsk bits for you on looks alone. Perhaps whole silver tarns if
I were to have you dance or had you and Felicia perform as you
did in your kennel the other night." Yes, he knew what happened.
Of course he did. What occurred in the House that he did not
hear about or know personally?
"But I want you to sell for gold, if I were to sell you. Which I
am not. So I will hold that prize over your head. To encourage
you further. To drive you on. To make you prove yourself the
best dancer, the best server and yes... the best lover any man
could hope to buy. And some night.... some night I will summon
you to my chambers. And you will prove your worth to me."
(04/14/26 06:40:05 pm)
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Great Hall
-=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
...Merchant of Love...: She heard the sound of your laughter,
did not think that you were laughing at her, but rather that
what she had said had amused you, which was not an altogether
unwelcome. That at least was how she viewed it as she listened
to what then followed the laughter, almost as though you and she
were once again conversing across the kaissa table, only of
course we were not, we were not even looking at each other, for
she was looking at the floor and you....well, you were looking
at her arse and cunt, the latter clearly glistening, sin and
need oozing from her body, manifesting itself on those velvet
folds, that arousal suddenly and unexpectedly fuelled as you
spoke of how you collared her, branded her.
The branding in particular had affected the slave deeply. She
had seen others collared but then not branded for hands, even
months. She had submitted to you, the cost of losing the wager,
had not sought to negotiate terms, such as her freedom should
she complete the tasks you would in time set her. But as long as
her thigh had remained smooths one glimmer of hope might linger
that there was a way out of the collar. That notion had bent
extinguished within a mater of ahn as the iron had marked her,
that iron wielded by your hand.
She had submitted to you. You had collared her, you had branded
her. Each of these things alone carried much weight but the
three together....was it any wonder that she juiced like a larma
in your presence....thought of you at night in her kennel? Your
world and her world had collided, a collision that she herself
had engineered, one that would carry consequence for the rest of
her life, for her world now was your world. And she wished it no
other way. There were other men, she knew, who had desired her,
would have gladly seen her in steel, heard scream as the iron
kissed her.
But they were not you. And you were not like other men.
She listened, then, as you continued to speak, explained your
reasons for not using her, she smiling when ou told her that she
was quite attractive, she being now a vain slut. When you spoke
of her value at auction she found herself slightly conflicted,
for it again appealed to her vanity to think that her value had
already increased, she recalling that she had been spoken of in
terms of coppers at one point, and might increase further,
though that carried with it the implication that she could, of
course, be sold at any time, be tor away from the House of
Lycus.
Away from you.
That you knew of Felicia's visit to her kennel caused her to
blush, though of course slaves had no modesty, no privacy, and
it would have been naive to think that word would not reach your
ears.
But then you speak of her price being measured in gold. And for
a heartbeat there is the fear that she will be sold, before you
state that is not to be. But you are a man who had doubtless
sold many slaves. So you would know when her value reaches that
level. To fetch a price measured in gold....she exhales then,
aware of what that would mean....and also knowing that we had
discussed this before, that Yana and Ydril shared various
traits, not just curiosity but also the fear of failure, the
desire to be the best at what they did....so she would be the
best server, the best dancer....
The best lover....
"Yes, Master." Yana spoke softly but clearly, your words
resonating within her, within her soul, within her belly. When
you called for her she would give you every finer of her body,
her mind....her very soul...."I will prove to you how good a
slave I can be Master....I swear it...." Determination now bound
her words together....she would not disappoint you....would not
let you down, would show you that one day you might close your
fist on gold tarns of Ar if she ascended the block, would be
worth that price, worth gold.
(04/14/26 06:51:57 pm)
...Merchant of Love...
For a sense of sensuality Or an opulance thereof, Patronize the
house of Marcus Lycus,
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Great Hall
-=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
YanaProperty of the Hous: He nodded, though she could not see
the gesture as she was starring at the floor she had scrubbed
clean earlier in the day. He did not laugh at the heartfelt
declaration, for he knew it was such. And that while he had
touched her flesh he had also touched her soul. That she who was
Ydril, whatever feeling she had for Marcus Lycus when she first
came here, was now wholly devoted to him.
As a good slave should be.
"You are already having a fine start of it," he allowed. "But do
not shirk or shy away from whatever duties the more experienced
girls give you. You may be training to be a dancer, but you are
a slave first. And all my slaves are work slaves who help to
maintain the house." He paused and drained his goblet. "I must
retire to my study. I have a few more letters to write regarding
the whereabouts of Lady Signe to my contacts. You may finish
your drink then return the bowl and goblet to the kitchens
before you return to your kennel. And should Felicia decide to
visit you, do keep the noise down this time. The other girls
need their sleep."
With that he stood and took the goblet, coming to place it on
the floor beside her. And as he kneeled there, briefly, his hand
moved across her uplifted ass and slowly stroked the soft flesh.
"Good night, beautiful kajira," he said before removing his hand
and turning around to make his way to his chambers.
(04/14/26 06:59:05 pm)
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Great Hall
-=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
...Merchant of Love...: "Yes Master" She breathed the words in
reply to you, teeth gnawing a little on lip as she realised that
this conversation - for was that not what it had been? - was
over, you had matters to attend to, important matters, matters
that she might some day serve you with regard to them, as had
been discussed on the edge of the circle. But that was only one
way that she might serve you, there were others, many others,
and she would serve you in whatever way you wished.
For you were Master.
And she was slave.
She heard your footsteps behind her then, felt that sudden touch
of bare ass, moan spilling helplessly from her lips as your
fingers wandered over that which you owned. And then you were on
your way, leaving her with your commands to obey....
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