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Marcus Lycus discusses a trip to the Market with Sundrop
DIR By: Yana{HoL}
Date: June 21, 2026, 10:42 am
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...Merchant of Love...
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
-- House of Lycus - Marcus's Office
-=A very private office set up as part of the quarters belonging
to Marcus Lycus where He manages His House and its inventory.=-
ALL: Marcus looked at the scroll and reread it for what must
have been the fifth or sixth time. It seemed surreal given how
much of the past year he had spent wondering as to the Lady
Signe's welfare. He had spent an exorbitant amount paying a
tarnsman for a ride to Minus after he'd gotten that prophecy and
made an assumption on who "the woman that was his shield" might
be. And despite his being turned away at the gate by servants
who assured him that she was fine but not taking visitors, he'd
still made a point of looking for her at the two fairs since
then... and making sure he didn't see a familiar woman with with
blue eyes and hair so pale as to be near white among the
specialty slaves at various gatherings.
He had found his first love by dumb luck in a market stall. Why
not have it happen again? Even though he knew, logically, that
if the Lady Signe were "disappeared" by their enemies as often
happened with inconvenient women there would be some official
notice of her committing an act of treachery to justify it to
the Guild. Such things were not uncommon in Caste politics, as
he knew all too well. And after his meeting with Martin Longbow,
he knew such treachery was not limited to his own caste, despite
the general reputation of Slavers.
Marcus looked up as he heard footfalls approaching and smiled as
he saw Sundrop, clad in a new blue kirtle that left little to
the imagination but was technically decent.
"Very nice. It would appear the collar has not dulled Nawar's
talents for crafting silks, though she is denied them herself
for now. Is it comfortable as well as attractive?"
.:|His Delicious Blonde|:.
Sundrop
Property of Marcus Lycus
.:RESTRICTED:.
Second Girl
.: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.=-
...Merchant of Love...: It had been some time since Sundrop had
worn clothing, for after all, in a Slaver's House it was common
for slaves to be kept nude and, barring the last Fair, where she
had worn a white silk's tunic as a disguise as much as for any
other reason, to conceal something that was no longer there and
so no longer needed to be concealed, but other than she had
become accustomed to being nude, to having eyes upon her, her
Master's, her sister's, the other slaves, those who visited the
House. And so it felt somewhat....strange....to no longer be
naked. At least for the moment.
"It is, Master..." the blonde beast that you owned grinned, gave
you a quick twirl to show off the kirtle, the hem rising up as
she did so, affording briefest of glimpses of ass and cunt
before she came to halt before you and gravity saw to it that
material fell back to proper place. "Nawar does have skill with
needle and thread."
Sunny looked at you then, the scroll that you held clearly
commanding much attention, for your eyes had hardly lifted from
it in the time that it had taken her to traverse the Hall. "Is
there news from elsewhere, Master?" Some might have thought the
question unbecoming of a kajira. Some might even have a slave
whipped for asking it. But your property was chosen not only for
beauty and skill in the furs - though both Lily and Sundrop
possessed such things in abundance, even if she did say so
herself - but also for intelligence, wit, sharpness of thought.
And perhaps curiosity, though it was important to know when to
exercise that trait and when not. And now felt like one of the
times for the former....
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
-- House of Lycus - Marcus's Office
-=A very private office set up as part of the quarters belonging
to Marcus Lycus where He manages His House and its inventory.=-
ALL: Marcus smiled. He could see that the blonde girl he
recruited for his personal harem was uncomfortable with clothes
now, which was as he liked it. Still, there were parts of the
fair where it would be best if she were modestly attired for a
given value of modesty. Particularly for the tasks he might
require of her . Tasks which had not concerned him much during
the past three moons as he sought to make a bold Lady Merchant
into a bold slutty Kajira. But tasks that did come into the
reasons for why he originally collared her beyond an honest
attraction.
"Indeed. This is a message from Lady Signe, whom we've spoken of
before. It seems that she wishes to meet with me at the
Caravanserai before the next Sardar Fair starts. To that end,
I'm officially putting Cernus in charge of overseeing the last
preparations and getting us on the road. Unofficially, Lily will
be doing much of the actual management. And you will be coming
with me, for it would look suspicious if I did not have at least
one slave with me on a business trip." He smiled at this. "You
may recall how we discussed you putting your talents for
learning things and watching things to work? That time has come,
I fear. Somewhat faster than I'd hoped... but the good news is
Signe is free and at liberty despite my fears to the contrary."
Sundrop
Property of Marcus Lycus
.:RESTRICTED:.
Second Girl
.: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.=-
...Merchant of Love...: In truth, certain matters had receded
from mind, their place taken by others. The conversation that
you and she had shared on the edge of the bond circle for
example, in the ehn before Ydril had stepped into that circle to
emerge as Yana, both names now consigned to past, no more than
fleeting memories. Aye, that conversation, which had seemed to
be of much importance at the time had, of late, been superseded
by other matters, matters such as the art of slave dance, and of
pleasure, both giving and receiving, such things causing the
beast to spend less time thinking of the sort of schemes and
plots that had once been second nature to her. The Fair was
looming however, wagons were already being packed, ready to
travel to the Sarda, and therefore it seemed that such things
had now found their way back to the top of the agenda.
"Yes, Master." Sunny spoke softly. We had indeed discussed the
Lady Signe, amongst other things pertaining to certain skills
and talents that the slave possessed, those skills and talents
not being related to ho well she squirmed in your furs, instead
being of an altogether different nature, one that caused Sundrop
to smile wryly, for the scar had only just been removed from her
belly.
"I recall that conversation...." It had all been part of that
night, that one wild night....Sundrop's eyes flicked
instinctively towards the kaissa table, the pieces now back in
their places, the conversation taking place afterwards, as the
wind had blown about both of them. "It is good that she is free,
Master, and able to meet you." The blonde beast looked at you
then. She stood, not knelt, her arms folded under blue clad
breasts, her expression thoughtful. "You have considered that
this missive may be a trap, Master, one intended to lure you
away from the House, to the Caravanserai? That the Mistress may
have been coerced into writing it?" The Market itself was
guraded, of course. But it could prove stepping stone to
somewhere else.
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
-- House of Lycus - Marcus's Office
-=A very private office set up as part of the quarters belonging
to Marcus Lycus where He manages His House and its inventory.=-
.:|His Delicious Blonde|: Marcus chuckled with approval and
nodded. Three months as a beast had done nothing to remove the
base cunning of a merchant from a house of spies from she that
was now Sundrop. He had suspected as much, for while there were
some women who lost themselves completely to the collar and had
their wits dulled at the prospect of a life of giving pleasure
and being pleasured such was not the case with his blonde.
"I had indeed. Which is why you will be going dressed as you are
and I will be going in garb without my caste colors. I am well
known in the Caravanserai for my colorful manner and usually
traveling with a naked redhead. Anyone laying a trap for Marcus
Lycus won't be looking for a merchant with a blonde slave."
He held up the scroll. "Even if this were made under duress,
they'd have a hard time setting a trap where the meeting is set
- within the Slaver Caste House itself. The enemy we fight may
seek control of the Guild, but they do not have it yet... I
think. Besides, I recognize her signature and can smell her
perfume upon the scroll. Those are details they'd be hard
pressed to fake, even under duress. Besides which, we came up
with a code phrase to include in our missives, agreed upon in
advance and known only to us, should one of us become
compromised."
He smiled and patted his lap as he scooted back from his desk.
"I am pleased to see that something of the woman you were
remains beyond a pretty face and bright eyes," he said.
Sundrop
Property of Marcus Lycus
.:RESTRICTED:.
Second Girl
.: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.=-
...Merchant of Love...: She nodded then, listened as you spoke,
the woman that now stood before you perhaps the sum of several,
the cunning and guile of who she once had been not gone, rather
simply..transformed, into something else, something that had
cast aside certain parts of who she had been but retained
others, although those skills and talents were no longer in the
employ of a Merchant House on a faraway island, now they served
a Man, one unlike others, one who was her Master.
You had, its times, considered the risks attached, taken steps
to avoid them. She was particularly glad to hear you speak of a
duress code, a phrase that might appear innocuous to those who
did not know its meaning but would warn the recipient of the
missive that all was not as it seemed.
Seeing you pat your lap she smiled then, bare feet carrying her
around your desk, that she might slither into that lap,
breathing deeply, inhaling your scent, feeling the heat of your
body against hers as she wriggled her hips, her head now against
yours. "Some parts of her longer Master...." whispered softly,
her hand caressing yours thigh now. It was true. She loved you.
And you had set her free from those parts of her past that she
would see consigned to memory. But some parts would always
remain...perhaps the parts drawn to danger... "When do we
leave?"
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
-- House of Lycus - Marcus's Office
-=A very private office set up as part of the quarters belonging
to Marcus Lycus where He manages His House and its inventory.=-
.:|His Delicious Blonde|: He smiled and slid a hand around her
waist, holding her close and letting her lean her head upon his
shoulder as he took in her own scent but made no effort to slide
his hand under the silks to trace the brand that was now there
but hidden.
"Upon the morning tide. I've already made arrangements with
Captain Myron of the Physician's Knife. We'll be a few days
ahead of our team and can easily catch up with them along the
Pilgrim's road later. Then I'll be leading a wagon in through
the gates of Sardar Fair with you on my left side and Lily on my
right with none the wiser." He grinned at this, clearly excited
despite the danger of this enterprise. She could feel it. Though
perhaps it was ego on her part to think that some of that
excitement had something to do with the busty blonde slut on his
lap.
Sundrop
Property of Marcus Lycus
.:RESTRICTED:.
Second Girl
.: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.=-
...Merchant of Love...: Sundrop nodded. Your excitement was
tangible, hanging heavy in the air. And also contagious. The
only time that she had previously left the House had been to
attend the last Fair, the collar then still fresh around her
throat, the edges of the brand burned into her thigh still an
angry red, she at that point still....anxious....anxious as to
what might happen if she encountered those that had known her
before, anxious about attending familair event in entirely
unfamiliar circumstances. Now she would leave the House again,
but path to be trodden carried danger....this excited you and,
she realised, excited her as well. And thatw as before she
considered the fact that she would be spending time alone with
you.
And afterwards perhaps you might be reunited with the Lady
Signe. Did that mean a new Mistress in the House, a new Lady
Slaver? Or would the Lady find herself embarking on the same
journey as other Free Women that had come to the House of Lycus?
Your plans in that regard Sundrop did not ask, for just as she
had reflected that other times to be curious, so, too, there
were times to not be curious...
"Yes, Master...upon morning tide...one more night in the House
then, before we depart..." whispered softly as her hips slowly
moved against you....
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