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The retainer crawled onto the bed, his face still a picture of pure fear. He rubbed more of the lubricant about his manhood, then tipped what remained of the vial into and around his lord's anal passage as best he could. With unwilling hands, he clasped Malus' waist, and poked his half flaccid cock into the breach. He let out a slight moan. Malus was tighter than any human he'd had before, let alone a Druchii. Locked in his own mind, Malus looked askance at the daemon, his desires having turned to horror. This couldn't be real. This was worse than any nightmare he could possibly have. Oh, it's all real, said T'zarkan, the words coming in slithery rasps through Malus' ears, over the sound of Hauclir's noisy breathing and the sound of his balls slapping about with each thrust. You were a amateur fool, Malus, T'zarkan continued, to think you could drown me out with your alcohol or your Druchii concoctions. The daemon savoured every second of Malus' physical pain and mental screams. I am your master, the Drinker of Worlds intoned, and you will not forget that. You felt the true power I offered, the daemon pulled on the veins that ran through the highborn's cock to illustrate his point, the action giving a twinge of discomforting pleasure, but now you will receive an impossibly small taste of the punishments that await all those who fail me! Outside the chamber japanese lurked another figure, though this shadow was nothing at all like the one which had slipped into the highborn's room. This shadow was blacker than black, practically invisible to any who might chance upon it. Whereas Hauclir had cut a bumbling figure, this one was skilled to a deathly level. A true master of stealth. A true assassin. The flesh house's owner prided herself on affording her patrons rarely-paralleled discretion and safety, but this intruder had slipped in completely undetected, and would slip out in much the same manner. In fact, this person had travelled all the way from Hag Graef, and such was their ability to remain hidden, that they were still believed to be right there, asleep, at this very second. Arleth Vann left nothing to chance when it came to Malus, the Druchii they believed to be the prophesied Scourge. Malus had, as usual, proved troublesome to his plans and decided to stay away from the Hag for now, and so Arleth was practically obliged to make the distance and quietly steal upon his lord, if only to check up on the man and make sure that the future Lord of Ruin had come to no ill fortune. He had been pleased to see the highborn safe and sound, asleep on silk sheets and enjoying some rest. He couldn't say the same of Hauclir, but he bore the latest addition to the household's force no ill will. He had been about to leave, after making arrangements with some of the local asian cultists to make his lord's stay in this place just a little more secure, when he'd heard... well, the night's frivolities. The two men in the chamber yonder were still at it; Arleth could hear it all: their cries, their moans, the creaking of the bed, the smacking sound of skin on skin, the slippery noise of lubricated penetration. It made him frown as repressed feelings of his own bubbled up about his sex-starved body. There had been no time for loveplay in Hairy the Temple, and since he'd left to join up the true faith, only combat and the joy of killing had been on his mind. But this... if the Lord of Ruin could indulge in such acts, with the likes of Hauclir no less, than perhaps his own pleasure was not something forbidden... As Malus was ridden hard by Hauclir inside, outside the room Arleth began to play with himself for the first time. He reached down into his flowing robes and tugged at his waking cock. The little fleshy stump began to grow hard at his touch. He tried to remember how he'd seen the whores and slaves pleasure each other. Before long, he was pumping and jerking away, letting out little moans of his own to accompany those of his beloved high servant of Khaine. Malus lay broken on the fetish bed, the stench of sex heavy about his lithe body, and the bodily fluids of Hauclir splashed all about the sheets. His own cock had gone off multiple times, adding to the damage. The flesh house owner would be expecting a generous fee for the cleaning that her slaves would be required to perform the following morning. When we saw a couple of women walking around wearing only bikini bottoms, Debbie decided to take her top off. Extremely frustrated, I needed more to drink. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a complexion best described by the words peaches Hairy and cream. Josh smiled, only because he really didn’t want having sex in front of a bunch of total strangers, amateur and he also did not mind Barb coming. I took a £20 note japanese from my purse and waved it in the air. This night as she slipped quietly from my bed I knew she would be fucking bill instead. I felt my balls tightening 'Yes, asian it was a long long time ago,' she repeated his words emphasizing them. She grabbed my arms and pulled me back which allowed Jason to slide underneath me. She held me there until he had successful lined his erect cock up with my pussy and had pushed himself in with ease as I grit my teeth and scrunched up my face. "Emma, you have been such a great helper . . . She had no responsibilities except to obey and please her mistress. According to my briefing the men were expected to instigate the courting. “Don't you? "Try and pull away from touching me," He grunted. I lean back and our lips meet. My cunt writhed around his cock. “Yes, yes, yes!” Mrs. Alberts purred, turning into her driveway. "So you're Henry," smiled Doctor Meadows, "Jessica has told me a lot about you." Certainly, this wasn’t what every day would be like … could it? What the fuck?" If my sister found out, I’d be dead to the family. I wore my green shorts and fetish largish T-shirt.