Over the next few days, Janis was in the tower mostly to check on things. Kaarthen knew her to be making another move in the drawn out game of favor and dominance the Goddess’ Priestess and Champion played. Marcos seemed to be especially busy in the Citadel briefing and reporting changes with Sellis and arranging for new statuses, diplomatic officers, emissaries, and trade terms.

While Kaarthen was treated for the most part as another woman of the tower since she resided there with them, Janis seemed to be the grand matron for the tower’s attention seeking women. When Marcos came into the women’s room, he noticed the different shades of yellow the woman all wore. Coming upstairs to the roof, Marcos was astounded to see Janis teaching magic to several women as they sat around mimicking her closely.

Dinner was especially strained when the Priestess was visiting but eventually Janis left to return to Pessilberg, and the Warrioresses left to find their adventure west.

Kaarthen spent her winter days in the tower slowly growing larger though not yet showing her pregnancy. Her large frame did much to hold in the growing life within her.

Being cooped up in the Tower was mind numbing after a while, and she ran out of distractions. She turned to anything she could to find some stimulation. She even started going to meetings in the Citadel with Marcos, but it was like being in a bird cage, and it also resulted in unsavory attentions from the nobles being cast on her.

Walking with Marcos back from another strategy meeting in the map room a flushed maid rushed up to them.

“Milady? Lady…Panthi?” She blurted in a rush.

Kaarthen grinned at the name. Amazon’s didn’t have last names, nor did most Sisters except those born outside the culture’s ways. She could use the name of her enclave but she never had a need for a surname.

Kaarthen turned to the panting girl. “Sister Kaarthen is fine.”

“An audience with Milady Sepremset is requested for this evening.”

Marcos turned at the name. “Oh? What is her audience for?”

“Milady wishes to meet the fellow wife of our esteemed high advisor.” The maid said giving a deep curtsy.

Marcos seemed to think it over then turned to her wordlessly. Kaarthen knew that he wasn’t concerned anymore with what people thought of them. Other women in the tower had as much if not more time with him, but Kaarthen had time on her side. Titles were unimportant compared to that, and though most women coveted being a wife or a companion to a man so powerful, right now she would rather be out in the forest.

“I have time now.” Kaarthen sighed.

Winding around to through the halls into the apartments of the Citadel’s long term guests, Kaarthen was brought to the suites of Lady Sepremset. Kaarthen was allowed to wait in a shadowed parlor area next to the long narrow windows that looked over a balcony. The room was stifling with a small fireplace roaring with a crackling fire.

Kaarthen found the Noblewoman to be a tall dark haired woman of sultry beauty. Her slender frame was cloaked in a long dark robe drawn tight. She silently moved around the room and fixed tea for them before sitting.

“It is a pleasure to meet you.” She said sitting after placing a cup before Kaarthen. “I am disappointed we haven’t met earlier.”

Kaarthen nodded silently wondering what she wanted.

“Hmmm.” The dark-eyed Noble regarded her closer and grinned trying to appear friendly. “How is the tea? Are you not familiar with our customs?”

Feeling anxious, and trapped for some reason Kaarthen looked around but the goddess stopped her fidgeting and kept her from touching the cup. Looking up she read the woman before her. Her mind was methodical and straightforward in its desire to find a weakness in the savage she though Kaarthen to be. Simply put she was a conniving bitch who wanted to blackmail or subjugate her. Kaarthen’s cup was drugged and even the sugar was laced. If she had leverage by getting something out of Kaarthen or holding something over her, she figured she would have control over Marcos as well.

Hearing enough of her thoughts to understand no good could come out of talking, Kaarthen shot the conversation. “This is disgusting tea.” Kaarthen said without even touching it. “It would have been better if you had let a servant prepare a cup.” She stood and moved out to the door.

“Wait! You can’t just!” Lady Sepremset reached out and snatched at a hand but only scratched her.

Kaarthen spun and regarded her closer. “Do not touch me.”

“I’m not done with you!” Lady Sepremset shouted at the towering Amazon. “And that’s ‘Milady’ to you! Don’t act as if you are even close to my title. Walking around like you’re a titled Noble…Disgusting… You would be nothing if you weren’t by that man’s golden hand.”

Kaarthen spun on a heel to the door. “Now get out and whore yourself for meal!” The irate Noblewoman called to her retreating back.

Kaarthen’s trip back to the Tower was a blur. Seeking a quiet place, she found an area in the library to pull herself together before something bad happened. Something Apocalyptic happened anyway, Mara’s mind had gone quiet. Somewhere she was focused on something.

Dulia walked in from the maproom holding a stack of research papers. “Was that you slamming doors?”

“Yes,” Kaarthen muttered.

“Be at ease.” She said stopping in front of Kaarthen as she sulked. “Has your audience spiked a nerve? Since you are unaffiliated with all but this tower nothing untoward with the Lady Sepremset should have happened.”

“How do you…” Kaarthen regarded her closer. “That bitch insulted me.”

They spoke for a moment together and Kaarthen understood that unprepared, she was sucked into the Noblewoman’s prepared territory with no plan.

“So when you left you did the simple thing, and the right thing. But, that was the last thing she wanted to happen. Since you weren’t formal, you got to see what she was like informally also.” Dulia rolled her shoulders.

“How can I get back at her?” Kaarthen said nodding.

“Well she is a widow of a general honored by all, so we don’t move directly against her. However…” Dulia set down her stack of papers on a table nearby and came to stand infront of her. “She was his second wife and is childless. Her title is really only half-noble. A half title just means it won’t be passed to children if she had any, or be kept if she married again. The children from the first wife kept the General’s title, I believe, but they left the woman here when they came of age. It was a sad piece of drama a few years ago.”

Kaarthen nodded. “So…”

“So, if you got a full title you could do what you wanted to her, unless you found some kind of leverage over her.”

“That’s what she was trying to do to me.” Kaarthen spat.

“That’s why Master hates stagnate nobles, their behavior devolves until they’re all just trying to blackmail each other in an endless cycle.”

“Well I just want to get to her.” Kaarthen said looking up.

“Well you could kill her but Master would not be pleased with the questions. You could confront her privately, or you could get a title so she had to always respect you.”

“What’s best?” Kaarthen asked already feeling better.

“You could buy a title, but it is necessarily expensive. You would need to have a trade to make yourself legitimate, and appear independent of what our Master does. As a Noble, they will assign responsibilities to you from time to time, and you get a few privileges. You will have to pay for it with an annual title tax so most nobles have property, or a business to pay for it. Several Sisters have products they’d love to sell here. If you were a reliable partner you could get your title in no time.”

@@@ ONE WEEK LATER

Lady Sepremset tried to get some sleep on the carpet hoping she couldn’t be found in the small but well furnished parlor. It was hard knowing that once the sun went down the nightmare would start all over again.

Trying to calm herself she repeated what they told her, “I’m just a girl, just doing what I’m told so everything will be fine.”

Several days ago, perhaps a week or so, everything had been fine. It seemed so long ago, and it started with her chambermaid suddenly freaking out.

@@@ ONE WEEK EARLIER

“Take this back.” Sepremset said noting the untouched tea. “I’ll have some regular tea for now Dulcianne, and have our supper prepared for after Sir Binley’s arrival.”

The clatter of a dropped tray made her look up from her reading and sit up in her couch.

“Dulcianne, are you—“ She spun in time to catch sight of her maid charging. “Let me go what are you doing? Dulcianne—“

Tumbling down on the floor, they wrestled between the coffee table and the comfortable couch she had been reading in. Unsure of what was happening she struggled to get the crazed maid off her. Instead, she was tangled in her own dress struggling uselessly against her servant as she straddled her.

Once she pinned down her arms, the middle aged maid Dulcianne parted her thick lips and grinned down evilly as she pulled up the hem of her own dress.

“Oh no you don’t! Get off! You are fired, do you hear me? You are—“

Dulcianne her maid of eleven good years sat up and dropped her hairy cunt right on her face. For a moment, she could only twist her head in protest, then the thick thighs of the domestic clamped down on her head pinning her face in the swamp.

Dulcianne dropped her skirts over the kicking Noble and began to grind herself on her nose, lips, and chin. Several times the wriggling Noble screamed curses into her pussy as her face was painted in the maid’s cum.

After the shuddering stopped, Dulcianne rose up and leaned back so she could pull up her skirts and see the face of her chair slave.

Not wasting a moment Sepremset launched into her attempts at chastening her and taking control. “You have gone much too far. This is improper and I will have you out of this castle before you can even– How dare you laugh at me! If you don’t move this instant it will only get much worse for you.”

Dulcianne just relaxed and raised her hips even higher, and tilted her pelvis taking aim at the babbling Noble. The urge arrived and maid freely let herself just relax and release.

With a loud birdlike squawk, Sepremset foolishly opened her mouth in the stream of hot shame. Once it got in her mouth, she went into frantic seizures both trying to get the taste out, and to get herself out the line of fire. Dulcianne watched all this with thinly veiled amusement as she turned her hips to follow the wriggling nobles head with her yellow stream.

Greatly satiated, Dulcianne hauled herself up and stood over the noble with her feet on the slender woman’s wrists. Weak from the struggle and greatly demoralized from feeling of smelly wetness splattering her face the Noble seemed withdrawn.

Silently the maid pulled her dress up and off and stood in her small clothes looking at Sepremset with a gleam in her eye. The domestic only wore stockings for the cold and a camisole under her wool and linen dress. Looking down at her benefactor, her blue eyes were filled with mirth.

Bending down, Dulcianne got off the prone woman and started roughly stripping her. Turning her body this way and that to get her expensive dress off of her, Sepremset tried to kick her ravisher away only to get beaten with hard slaps and several well aimed punches.

“Why are you doing this to me? Why?” The Noblewoman whined.

The strong woman bent and picked up the slender brunette. Holding her like she weighed nothing, Dulcianne lifted Sepremset high into the air making the noble blush as she curled up to cover her nudity. She chuckled at he impotent woman and brought her over to a chair. Using strips of her own ruined dress, the maid tied her up.

“What are you going to do to me?” Sepremset asked tiredly.

Hoisted to sit backwards on the chair she was tied down by her legs with her arms behind her back. With her naked ass out and exposed, she felt herself moisten.

“Oh please what are you doing?” She begged with her eyes clenched hearing Dulcianne moving about the room.

A knock at the door shocked her. “Sir Binley is here,” She muttered as her mind came around to understanding. “SIR BINLEY IN HERE! I’m in here!”

After a moments pause she heard talking in the apartment’s entryway. “Binley!” She screamed over and over.

Pausing again to listen for her rescuer, she was puzzled by the silence. “Nooo…” She whimpered losing hope.

The sound of shuffling steps roused her and she turned to see. After a moment, the average looking light brown haired man stepped out into the room. He was usually a boring man but now he had a look in his blue eyes and seemed off kilter.

“Well, look at you,” He said walking forward lazily.

“Let me out it’s the maid, she’s gone crazy!” Sepremset urged. Suddenly the slender brunette noticed his clothes were rumpled and disheveled. “What happened to you Binley?”

She watched him move over to her and circle her appraisingly.

“A girl has a nice body for me I see.” He said menacingly.

“What?” Lady Sepremset sputtered. “Let me free! It was the maid, Dulcianne, she—“

“Shut up!” He snapped.

He walked around to face her and pulled out his cock in one move. Seizing her by the back of the neck, he moved forward with obvious intent.

“Wait, Binley wai—“She whimpered as he shoved his cock up into her mouth and gagged her.

At his angle, he couldn’t use her throat but he still lunged his impressive cock into her mouth nonetheless. Holding her chair, he rocked her back and forth. He only paused when his cock fell out despite her muffled squeals.

Finally he crammed into her yet again and held tight to unload into her mouth. His cum and her drool dripped out the corners of her mouth as he stayed locked onto her head. Unable to do anything more she swallowed and gasped the sweet air when he fell back.

“Always wanted to do that.” He muttered.

“You’ll let me go now?” She whispered.

“What are you stupid?” He shouted at her. “You’re mine now. Your ass is mine!” He walked behind her and toppled the chair so she landed hard on her face in the carpet.

With her ass in the air, he rained down blows on her naked rear. “Are you wet for it?” He inquired making her tighten on his dry thumb as it seemed to burn its way into her pussy.

“That’s no good.” He gave her naked sex a harsh slap that made her see stars. Her pussy pulsed from the pain.

He speared her pussy again with his thumb and came up dry. “Still no good?”

He repeated his slaps and probes as the distraught noble woman sobbed into the floor. Her body gave him what he wanted but he continued until she was very wet and seemed aroused.

He tossed off his pants. “What now hmm?” He said moving over the chair legs to squat over her.

“Please.” She sobbed on the floor. “Please let me go. Just… I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re mine.” He stood over her ass and squatted bring their parts together. “All of you.” He said as he sank into her slowly reveling in his power over her.

Her pulled her face off the floor and rocked the chair on two legs as he fucked her from behind. Lady Sepremset could only wheeze, sob, and sniffle quietly as he used her. Holding the chair back, he rocked her and kept her cringing in fear of being dropped as he fucked her. As his cock began to swell with a pending eruption, he stood up the chair and came around to use her mouth.

“Suck it good,” He breathed as he ruthlessly jammed the fat purple head of his cock into her mouth. “Or you’ll be more then just the sorest whore in the Palace come sunup.”

She complied crying anew and used her mouth as best as she could with her limited experience. The smell of their mixed sweat made her want to avoid touching his cock with her tongue but he wised up quickly.

“What are you doing whore?” He asked as he pulled his cock out from her mouth. “I said suck it!”

“Please, I’m not a whore.” She pleaded. “Binley, please don’t treat me like this.”

His expression got stony his blue eyes looked at her with no warmth or emotion. Weren’t his eyes darker? Perhaps brown? “Suck it, girl.”

“Please Binley don’t make me—“

Quickly he slapped her with a hand of steel that would have sent her sprawling. Tied to the chair, her head could only spin so far and her eyes bounced around in their sockets.

As she was reeling from his blow, he pulled her off the chair overpowering the shredded strips and pulling her through them. The ties burned her and chaffed as he tugged her free. Pulling her to her feet, he took care to make sure she was coming around before he gave her another swat that crumpled her across a nearby coffee table.

“You are no one now! Just ‘a girl’.” He shouted as she fought to stay awake. “SAY IT!”

Too rattled to follow his command Sepremset tried to acquiesce. “I… Mercy?” She sputtered quizzically. It was obvious she would say anything to end this even though they had just begun.

“Stupid girl! Say it!”

“I’m not a–“ In a flash Binley dropped and gave her a punch that took her breath away.

“Oh I can’t—“ Binley rocked her face with another slap.

“If you can talk, you can breath! Now say your name girl.”

Sepremset’s eyes widened as she heard him. “You can’t–” Another harsh slap rocked the already rattled brunette and rolled her to the ground.

“I’m no slave!” She shouted curling up as best she could.

Binley dropped pretenses and pummeled her as she scratched and clawed. Choking her, he banged her head against the floor as they struggled, and she passed out.

Hours later, after the fire had gone out in the room, Sepremset opened her eyes in the darkened parlor. Still nude, she looked for clothing as her slender frame shivered. In the darkened room, she was unaware of a thing moving in the dark with her.

Strong heavy hands grabbed her from behind and heaved her down on to the floor. The person put most of their weight on her head and pinned her with her hips in the air. Again, she was glad for the plush rugs of the Palace, as she smelled the smoky rug. The weight behind her seemed to enclose her whole body as the person crouched behind her.

The weight pulled back and suddenly she was left cold. A heavy hand returned to her back while another roughly groped her pussy. The warm touch became softer as it felt her out. Sliding between her lips, it kept from penetrating her as it slide achingly slowly along her bud. Her breathe caught and before long she was gasping and simpering wantonly from the mystery lover’s touch.

Writhing under the molestation, her body burned even as she shivered in the cold dark room. Her moaning turned to strained grunts and mewling as the hands expertly worked her over.

For a moment as she was going up for her second climax the hands pushed down on her elbows on either side of her body trapping her body onto the ground. Mindless of what came next she wagged her ass in the air wanting more.

Her lover muscled her across the couch onto the cushions so that her hips were high in the air as she laid on her shoulders. It must have been a sex monster. Its tongue slipped deep into her with a succubus’ carnal awareness. Like a beast, its whole mouth fell over her pussy and bit her bud, instantly it made her scream in release.

Sepremset was made to climax again and again. After the first five intense set of orgasms she was drained and huffed as she was held up for more. After the next five, she couldn’t take anymore, and pleaded release. Five more saw her struggling like a weak kitten desperate for escape. Another five and she only cried as it continued, she would never want sex again. Another five and her grasp of how long she had been punished, and by how many people, was a confused notion to her. Another five and she was no longer using her brain for higher reasoning. Like a lost animal she was yearning to leave the thing that gripped her and held her upside down as her body burned and her pussy throbbed.

“Good girl.” The voice whispered as her lover stopped.

The dark haired noble woman was unaware her slender body was no longer restrained as she was made to climax. She heard it stand over her. Flopping over, she tried to crawl away off the couch into a dark corner on the floor. Some part of her mind noted in panic that she was still being followed by the shadowy figure.

Before she could tuck herself away underneath a table, she was snatched up again by a strong hand. Hoisted by the neck and held high so her feet couldn’t touch the floor she was unsure of what held her. It seemed as dark as the room’s deep shadows.

“You are my girl aren’t you?” It whispered. “Just a good girl for me?”

The noble woman panicked unsure. Sepremset ventured a guess. “Yes?”

A thick cock came up against her sex as she dangled. She moaned with the warmth that burned her already oversensitive sex.

“No…” She whined.

The hands dropped her to stand on the ground and shifted to hold her from behind by the elbows.

Its cock again met her hole and slid in between her lips slowly. As the head slid along her bud and nuzzled her hole, Sepremset was shocked by the feel of it tingling within her. Her pulsing pussy lit up as the cock made contact and her mind was focused on where their bodies met. She could feel herself swelling and opening for the inevitable.

“A girl wants this?” A voice no more than a whisper asked from behind her.

“Yess..” The noble woman whimpered cringing.

“Take this girl.” It hissed from just behind her ear as it reared back.

The cock came back and speared her bottom picking her up slightly from the impact.

“Aahh!” The surprised brunette squeaked. Under the assault, the slender brunette fell back onto her rapist as the cock continued to push deep into her.

A comforting gentle warmth fell on Sepremset as she was penetrated and fucked. The gentle softness she lay back on felt like breasts but she didn’t think too much on it as she strived to get off.

Like before, she climaxed continuously as the she was spit. As it met the end of her tube and battered into her womb, its massive girth swelled within her. Finally, their hips met after an impossible amount of stretching

The lover suddenly paused as she held it weighty cock within her and arced up to burrow into her still deeper. An intense warmth issued forth from the giant hose and like a wild snake it seemed to wobble within her as it spewed spurts in a continuous stream into her body filling her with a sweat inducing warmth. For hours, she was held close as the gushing cock loaded her up until her belly swelled. Once done, it kissed her cheek and pulled away leaving her again shivering on the ground looking bewildered.

“Just a cold girl on the floor aren’t you?”

Too stunned to move, she could only roll towards the warmth giving voice. “Yess?”

“My girl.” It seemed amused by her and reached a hand up to stop her as she moved closer. “You are my girl.” It patted her with a heavy hand. “Sleep girl.”

For what felt like only a few minutes she did.

“WAKE!”

Sepremset shot her eyes open to find Dulcianne over her. Her pale blue eyes hardened with hate. She noticed the smell of cooked breakfast meats next as she blinked in tired confusion.

Dulcianne’s face broke into a sneer. “Hungry girl?”

Sepremset flinched at the title.

“Well are you?” Screeched Dulcianne, as she grabbed her former Mistress’s chin with a coarse hand. Oddly, the feeling of roughness seemed to find its way to the slender brunette’s loins. “Must be cold too, aren’t you, girl?”

Sepremset tried to slap away the hand but couldn’t break her grip.

“Calm down slut.” The maid snickered standing over the ruined woman hiking up her dress. “You’ll have to be nicer than that to get your food. In fact you gotta work extra hard to get any of it now.” Dulcianne bent her over the couch again so her face was up on the cushioned seat and squatted over her face. “Here, let’s see how hungry a little bitch like you is.”

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“Where’s Mara?” Marcos wondered aloud looking over the practice room.

“She’s with her girls.” Ein replied quietly from behind him. “She’s helping the Mistress.”

“What about your mistress?” Marcos asked, “Will she come out of the library and share the day?”

Ein lifted a brow. “Mistress is busy, she is pleased with your concern nonetheless and send you her compliments.” Ein added and walked off to practice with a bow.

Marcos wondered what all that meant but was distracted as usual by his harem.

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Dulcianne sat smiling warmly at the wet noble woman at her feet.

“Can I eat now?” The naked brunette pleaded from the floor.

After licking her former chamber maid to a loud climax twice, she had been doused in piss for taking too long to do it. Now her food was cold, but she didn’t care she needed to eat.

“A girl wants to eat?” Dulcianne asked coyly opening her legs again.

“Please…” Sepremset pleaded looking away ashamed at what she had been made to do.

“Please?” Dulcianne almost laughed. Her blue eye twinkled as she grinned. “What does a girl want?”

“Please… I want to–” Dulcianne jumped forward and slapped her.

“How do you know what I want girl?” She snarled, then sat back. “A girl should just say what she wants.”

Holding her cheek, Sepremset looked at her wide-eyed. “You want me to–?”

“Say ‘This girl wants food ma’am’ and maybe a girl will get fed.” Dulcianne urged.

“T-t-this girl wants food.” Sepremset stuttered slowly.

“Good, good. Know your place and you’ll get treated better.” Dulcianne cooed. “Eat well, I believe Sir Binley will be arriving shortly.” She stood and walked into the front area of the apartment leaving Sepremset to eat like an animal on the floor.

Walking past the body of the maid, Mara came to the pile of Binley’s clothes and redressed before going back out in his form. It had been her plan to stay silent in Dulcianne’s form, but, Sepremset was making progress that need to be continually reinforced.

“Hello girl, did you miss me?” He boomed walking into the room.

Sepremset looked up at him in shock as she sat eating with her hands from the plate on the floor.

“Don’t stop on my account girl. You look absolutely famished.” He said walking over to the sofa.

Waiting for her to finish, Binley called her to him. “Today a girl will show me her body to get me excited. Start by spreading your cheeks and rubbing your bud. I want you to enjoy this too.”

Slowly she complied. Standing with her legs in a wide stance, she faced away from him and reached back to dig between her cheeks. Rubbing herself from behind was surprised at how easy it was to at least appear aroused.

“Good, good. Now I don’t want you getting loud. I believe Dulcianne is resting.” He stood and came up behind her. “Let’s see what we can get up to while you stay quiet.”

He reached up and grabbed a breast roughly. “I don’t care what the other people in the Palace say about their small size, I like this girl’s pitiful breasts sometimes.”

Sepremset blushed and fought a moan as he tugged her breast. He brought his other hand behind her to her ass as she played with her pussy.

Digging his thumb into her asshole as he spoke to her, “The girl is going to have to open up this last hole here. Don’t look at me like that whore.” He snarled.

Stepping back with a sneer he barked at her. “Bend over girl. Give me your ass.” He growled, but Sepremset balked. “Bend. Over.” He repeated menacingly.

Slowly she moved. “The girl should also grab her ankles and bend her knees.”

Moving to comply she watched helplessly from between her own legs as he dropped his pants. His hard cock seemed huge and over shadowed his balls. The bulbous head peeked out from its foreskin and wept pre-cum that dripped in long globs.

“Don’t move girl and don’t make a sound. You’ll like this, maybe not at first though.” With that he pushed in his cock.

Sepremset flushed as he pushed into her. His cock slid in remarkably easily though it was quite painful. Once he had it in, Binley thrust into her brutally with hard strokes that went in deep. For a long time the only pleasure she got was the infrequent slaps of his balls.

Once the noble woman got into it, her first anal encounter was still a nightmare. Binley got her body to climax once as he rubbed her bud, and came with her the second time as her ass clenched on his burning cock. After shooting a heavy load into her bowels, that seemed to burn her even more, he backed away and let her enjoy the fading warmth and curl up in a ball as her ass dripped blood and cum.

“Quite enjoyable girl.” Binley remarked moving back to the couch. “Come clean my cock. I don’t want girl shit on it.”

Sepremset hesitantly moved over to him. She could only crawl since the pain was blocking out her lower body. Still sobbing she held herself over his cock, but at the moment of truth, she backed away.

“Girl, what is wrong? My cock that pleased a girl will be used again.” Binley noted. “Since this girl enjoyed it, why not clean it and put it away?”

Sepremset looked up at him pleading. “Please don’t… This…girl doesn’t want…”

“I see.” Binley stood making her shiver despite herself. “I will do it for the girl since she can’t.” He said nodding to her.

“I will mercifully push it around in her mouth so the girl can just close her eyes and relax.” He added nodding faster. “The girl doesn’t need to do anything this way.”

“I want to help the girl…” Sepremset froze as he grabbed her head and brought her up to his cock.

The wide purple head of his cock met her lips and pushed in as she looked up him wide eyed. “…I’ll do all the work for the girl…” Her face was a perfect picture of helpless submission as he slid into her mouth and angled down deep into her throat.

@@@@@@ONE WEEK LATER

Marcos looked over the new company charter Kaarthen seemed so proud of. “So you own a winery, a vineyard, and have a ship now? Are you sure people will want your wine, or those grapes for that matter?”

Kaarthen smiled. “That’s the risk I’m willing to take as an ‘entrepreneur’. The chartering office wasn’t so skeptical of the plan. They barely asked a question, I was surprised to get everything done in a day.”

“We’ll they’ll be getting paid regardless,” Marcos shrugged. “Besides, they usually deal with couriers, or the bulk from satellite offices.”

“Can I ask why you did this?”

“Certainly. I wanted to do something my self.” Kaarthen mused taking back her charter and looking at it again. “To be honest the grapes are very healthy. When I made them, I was able to pack them with lots of extra things to make them so good you could eat them by themselves. They’re good for pregnant women, and will cure several fertility issues…”

Kaarthen said building up steam. “I wouldn’t be surprised if every ship bought the raisins to serve to keep the crew healthy. Already a few restaurants have asked for a reserved section of the vineyard for my wine, and next season I’ll be getting the wine and a few grapes on every plate in Mavvus, then Menthino, then the world!”

“Interesting.” Marcos grinned and popped a grape in his mouth. The taste wasn’t at all what one could expect. As Rinis leaned over him to grab one her tiny hand accidentally on purpose went onto his cock. It reminded him of something… “By the way, have you seen Mara?”

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