The Elf Slave Trade

[2014/08/17] Veilcov had set himself to the large slave bazaar that his brother had told him about long before his passing. The Cervya name had much pull in the slave trade just a few years ago as when his brother ruled Cemia was the highest supplier of labor slaves throughout the southern seas. This was a different environment though, one that had a much darker tone to it. The slaves here, though they varied in their qualities and their numbers, were not only used for working labor as he was used to. This new experience was exciting, to be amongst those who traded sex slaves instead of dealing with the ones he had broken all day. He did travel along with his man-servant though, the large man that towered in his golden armor and carried around his two handed axe, an absolutely lumbering form that protected the king. The two stood amongst the bazaar's center, where there were slaves constantly being put upon display. He had yet to see any that caught his eye though. They had brought though many attractive women, but none that seemed to have the spirit to them that he searched for in his slaves. Many of them appearing to know how to take and serve, but not many knowing truly how to please. He was almost bored of these women he deemed merely examples, contemplating his return home.

[2014/08/17] Daeris the Slave was going about her usual day. Wake up, be doused with water, huddle with the other slaves for warmth, then called out one-by-one for various things. Luckily for her, she had not been called yet this day. So she was just huddled in her stall, a flimsy wooden thing with a thin straw mat for a mattress under her. The various other elves around her were not her friends, but they were her family. One big family locked and chained together for the rest of their foreseeable lives, which would be quite much longer then the humans that partook of them. They were all available for sale, though at such exuberant prices that none dared pay them, not even the king himself. She was sitting, huddled in the back of her stall when her name was called, breaking the relative quiet if the room.

"Daeris! Market duty!" She blanched, the color draining from her face. Market duty.... One of the worst things she could do, yet maybe one of the easier of their duties. She swallowed and nodded, standing up, the chains running from her collar to the cuffs around her wrists clinked quietly as she made her way towards the one door in. The elf in the stall next to her, a drow of near her same age, chuckled at her as she left.

"Farewell Daeris! Just look at how eager you are to please your 'masters.'" She called. That drow, while her hated enemy, was the closest person she had to a friend in the world. She just glared at her before her own voice was called, someone rent her for the day. She got up and head for the door as well, though when they both past the frame they split. Daeris head for the front room, where she was given a pair of stockings, a lacy thing to wear around her waist and hair band. She quickly dressed before she was unlocked, the chains connecting her wrists to her collar fell free. She sighed at the familiar weight of them being replaced with the lighter weight of a sign that read 'Receptionist' and new cuffs, connecting her wrists. She closed her eyes for a moment, stepping out into the sun, her pale skin gleaming as she opened her eyes, a false smile on her face.

"Come one, come all. The Elven Market is open for business, see the fresh new elves from lands afar, partake of the wares before you buy!" She called happily. As she started speaking eyes turned to her. Hunger in the eyes of the men that let them trail over her body, shapely and well maintained, a beauty even, as she put herself on display for them.

[2014/08/17] Veilcov sat bored in the main square, having not taken an interest as of yet to the elven stalls, only preoccupied with the human traders for the time being. It was only when he felt a tap on his shoulder that he had his attention brought away from the humans. He glanced up to see his man-servant Hiven simply pointing out to the side of the bazaar. This brought his attention to the elven stall, a raised eyebrow donning his face before making his way towards it. “You don't take me for some indulger do you Hiven? If we're are already practicing prostitution I would find it better that we did not cross over into bestiality either.” He said with a slight smile on his face, allowing a fit of laughter to pass under his breath. Top him elves were of course animals, simply ones that were more intelligent than that of the simple dog or of cattle, but not worthy of more rights than other animals carried.

He melded well amongst the men that had already gathered, many finding it better to avoid the man trailed by the much larger, much more intimidating creature following behind him. His eye was caught by the calling elf, turning to see her with the look of interest on his face. He saw it then, a bit of background to that one, a little more of a person fit in that slave than expected of all these broken aand naturally born slaves. She looked as to have a history, and even more so, looked to have it hidden so well under that forced happiness.

He had taken his position in front of the gathering crowd and simply stared up at the 'receptionist' silently, his hands held behind his back. Hiven had seen his king's reaction to the elf before them and had started to collect their funds, entrusted with the bank notes he could be seen already drawing them from his pack and counting them out. “So you must be the display model. Are you even a slave, or simply one they pay to look pretty before all the men and bring in a pretty coin?” He asked, well aware of the common practices that the slavers shared. He would not be surprised if she was simply a high quality model put to show off lower quality slaves.

“You seem to be quite well kept, you must be either the luxury experience, or those you're an example for truly are not worth the coin. I can only assume that you are for sell as well, correct?”

[2014/08/17] Daeris the Slave turned to view the men before her. One, quite large and the other more her size. She smiled brightly, a false smile none-the-less but a quite well given one, "Ah, yes good sir. All the elves here are for sale." She gestured inside and as she did so, a man walked out, another elf behind him with a short leash connected to her collar. She was much younger then the elf before him, "We take pride in our breeding and capture, as all the new slaves we offer for sale here are certified virgins." She said, bowing her head slightly at the elf that was leaving, "Enjoy your new home, sister." She said, giving her first heart-felt smile to the other elf. She had tears streaming from her eyes but gave a weak smile in return before she was dragged away.

"Yes, I am a slave, sir." She said, lifting her 'receptionist' badge and showcasing the number she had printed on her collar. '112' a very old slave by the look of it, as the one that was just led past was '3563,' "No sir, all the slaves here rotate between the various duties." As she spoke a man walked up right past Veilcov and his large manservant and groped her, squeezing her breasts hard, painfully so. She cringed but managed to keep the smile on her face. The man shook his head and muttered under his breath about no milk, "Thank you, sir." She said, waving at the man who had just groped her and left.

"Would you like a tour, sir? Perhaps a sample." She said, smiling that oh-so-skilled false smile at him once more, "I'm afraid I cannot let you sample the new wares, but perhaps one of the more experienced girls?" She asked, gesturing inside and waiting for him. She knew how to handle the ones with money, get them in and get them happy then get them out, with a slave or two. If she managed to get 4 sold today she would be given a fresh blanket to sleep with, a luxury for her.

[2014/08/17] Veilcov was not surprised at the presence of the man. He did not mean to stop business of course, sometimes it was simply detoured by his wall that followed behind him. "Well, if you would be ever so kind, I would love a display, possibly a sample following. I do hope you're fine with me looking at the wares before I decide that I want to... Get near any of them." He said, though his facade of regal calmness was kept well, there was always a denouncing tone to it, one that spoke down to the elf before him. After all, h had never even asked her name more so for the fact that she was a product, and their named did not matter.

"You seem to have them well kept, I've rarely seen a group that can keep a slave group smiling even in the obvious presence of sadness. I'm sure even you feel resentment for this sale of your sisters, correct? Of course you do, nobody ever truly accepts their position in the world, everyone wants to be more than what they are... Isn't that right slave?" He asked, well aware that she could only respond to him politely. He found amusement in the emotionally trained, they were so fun to mess with.

He followed into the stall with her, Hiven had already placed the collection of bank notes in one hand and drug his axe along in the other, refusing to leave his king alone as he entered the stall. Though he held the money, he was oddly unfocused on what was going on around him, as it seemed he was rather uninterested in the girls unlike his king.

[2014/08/17] Daeris the Slave nodded at him, "Of course, Mr...." She asked, "Or would you prefer a title?" She led him into the dark shop, the exterior one of slight disrepair but the inside was immaculate, the large stone building seeming to lie about what it contained inside. The building was richly appointed, velvet lined the walls and floor, candles burned and cast their soft light on the walls, orange and flickering. Men moved about, elves with them. Some laughed, some talked, there was even a post in the middle of the room where 4 elven women were chained, their legs spread, various fluids leaking from their abused holes, pooling around them. They all had drunken smiles on their face, "The free trials, sir." She said gesturing to them, "Partake if you wish." She gave him the offer, but expected him to refuse. These were the broken elves, the beaten ones. They were pumped full of drugs and hung out to dry... or steep as it were.

She pointedly ignored his second question as she led him around, pretending to have forgotten it in the tour she was giving, "And here," She said, opening a door and stepping back, letting him look inside, "Is our private rooms. You may rent our time if you wish, all the girls here are for rent, aside from the new wares of course." She said, nodding at him as well. The bedroom was lavish, an obvious attempt to just show wealth and power, let those that use it feel like they meant something, that their shitty lives were that much better cause they fucked a slave in a velvet bed.

She stepped back and gestured, a pair of curtains opened and elves were standing there, tiered from cheapest, the old the infirm, the broken... to the most expensive, the new, the fresh and the ones that last that long. She was a top tier slave, one that had found some hidden fount of power and latched onto that, "Please, let me know if there is anything I may assist you with." She said, giving him her practiced smile.

[2014/08/17] Veilcov was rather impressed with the inside, he was not familiar with this company, nor this kind of luxury practice. As he had thought most of the time slave trades were but messy affairs that bred much disease within their wake. Sex slavers was obviously a much different story. He looked upon the trials with a bit of distaste, though he supposed many tried them. If he was not the rich man he was, there was no doubt that he would try one of them. Their state left him uninterested though, as he was not one for the all too broken. "Ah yes, I am Veilcov, Veilcov Cervya of house Cervya, last member of house Cervya and owner of the throne to nation Cemia. I come from the islands in the southern seas all the way here to partake in the wares. I had intended to take human slaves, but it seems that elves are moch more... Luxurious." He said as they entered the renting rooms.

I see that you run this place like a well off business. It is quite the place, and I would be proud to own something that was well organized such as this. I for one would hate to sample the provided wares on the public post like a man of poor descent. I would much rather have a rental given out. A higher quality one, a good business needs an image that it can maintain past the broken and the old eh? I would like to have one brought before me, and I would also like to hear about your policy on breeding. If one of your elves happened to become impregnated from my experience, what exactly would be done with her, and the child?"

He had taken a seat on the bed, leaning back and propping himself up with his arms. Hiven stood by the doorway, staring out at his king. Veil had his eyes still set on the elf that had accompanied them, though he found an attraction to her it was quite odd to see her display them all in such a way, as if she was higher than the other slaves even though she seemed to be one herself. He would have to see about renting her soon. She seemed to be quite high quality just by her appearance.

[2014/08/17] Daeris the Slave nodded at him, "Very well, Mr. Cervya." She said, smiling that wonderful fake smile of hers, "I assumed that, sir." She said, before she nodded at him, "Of course." She clapped her hands and around a corner walked her long-time enemy, her only friend, the drow. [i.imgur.com] Her skin was of a much different variety, a pale blue, "We offer all kinds here, sir." She said, gesturing at the other elf, who just flashed him a smile as well, hers was just as practiced and skilled, the number on her collar read '115.' She moved to stand next to the drow, each had their hands clasped just above their sexes, but he could clearly see they were both clean shaven.

"I apologize sir, if you wish to sample the tier 1 wares, they run a price. You will have to pay 1 half the current rental price." She said, nodding at him, gesturing at the drow and herself, "We are tier 1." She gestured at the ones chained up in the middle, "They are tier 4. Tier 3's do not have a price and Tier 2's are 1 third." She said, nodding again, the drow mimicking her movements.

"Ah, of course. Breeding is strictly disallowed, on penalty of death, regardless of rank." She said, "It is a policy that is supported by the king, and even you, sir, fall under it while visiting here." She said, "I apologize once more. All our breeding takes place in a different facility, we breed only pure-blood elves here, no half-elves are allowed through those doors." She said, pointing at the entrance, "You may ask Dathel if you wish to learn more about our breeding policies, she just returned from there with a daughter, she will be going up to market tomorrow if you are interested." The drow just bowed her head once more, "What would you like, sir?"

[2014/08/24] Veilcov rubbed his chin, letting a moment of thought pass through his head. "Well, I will have to ask her about it then, if for nothing else but to sat a curiosity." He neglected to point out that he was new to the sex slave trade, as he only feared being torn apart in the trade with secret dealings or contracts. "Hiven, gather the deposit and allow it to this our friend." With that Hiven counted a roll of bank notes and shoved them at Daeris.

"I find it amusing that you're touching my weakness for drow so soon, regardless I want her." He announced, a finger pointing out to the friend of Daeris. "Though I would greatly appreciate it if you would stop telling me what I am subject to my dear. The speak of law is something that I don't wish to hear about how I'm under it whenever I'm in a sex trader's bazaar. I am well aware that I fall under the laws of this land, but I am a king, I am lawful, I fear no breaking of the law for I would never bring myself to act unjustly towards it... I am but a foreigner after all, I would be safer following whatever this land tells me to. Though the real issue is that it kills my arousal. I am sure you women are quire versed in bringing it back, but it's a sad day when a customer is lost for the simple utterance of words that didn't belong." He allowed a huff to escape him as he sat back on the bed.

[2014/08/24] Daeris the Slave nodded at him, accepting the bills that were given to her. She just flashed her smile, that oh so sweet smile, at him. She held the bills to her stomach, waiting for a handler to come collect them from her, count them, then nod before disappearing. The elf just stood there then, waiting. The drow just inclined her head, nodding at Veilcov.
"Very well, Mr. Cervya. Glad that you enjoy the company of the true elves." She said, eyes flashing at Daeris, who didn't seem to react, "I apologize for my friend, Sir. But you must understand the clientele we serve." She said, gesturing at the chained elves in the middle of the room, "And we have been instructed to explain it." She said, nodding at him again. Daeris moved to close the door and stand just inside the room, back against the wall with her hands held before her lap, eyes downcast.

The Drow moved up to stand before the bed, already nude she just stood before him, exposed and open, her collar around her neck and her pale blue skin soft and supple, "How do you want me, Sir?" She asked him.

[2014/08/24] Veilcov followed Daeris with his eyes, her place at the door not quite disturbing him, though he had a feeling that this was some sort of precaution to keep him from going wild with the merchandise. His attention turned back to the drow, causing him to slide to the bed's edge and utter a small, satisfied laugh. "Oh such a proud soul you have, I'm quite sure that the drow are the greatest of the elves, it's only a sadness that the highest of elves is still under the lowest of humans, isn't that right?" He asked, taking a hand to the rim of his trousers and pulling forth from them the currently flaccid cock that hung lazily. He propped himself back against the bed with his arms and nodded at the drow, gesturing her to his rod.

"Now, you shall prepare me for a proper session, harden me, and when its like a rock, you shall take yourself to the bed and lay back for me. I'll be sure to take it from there, you just have to sit there and remember your place in the world." He allowed a smirk to grow on his face, having already paid off the rent he felt a higher position to the elf in front of him. At last he would be able to simply remind her that she is a lesser being in every way, just as all elves are meant to lean in time. That's why they're all chained and fucked f course. "Now, come over and get to it knife ears."

[2014/08/24] Daeris the Slave just smiled at his words, nodding as he spoke them. She didn't respond to his words more then that. Her practiced smile never wavered and as she stepped forward she swayed her hips, left and right. Her body moved fluidly, like water, her stride seeming to glide over the wood they walked upon. She lowered herself to her knees before him, and reached out and plant her hands on his thighs, idly stroking the sensitive skin with her thumbs, "Mmmm.... Not the largest," She said with a wink, "But easily one of the best, Sir." She said leaning forward as she spoke. She teased his shaft, her lips inches from it, the warm breath from her lips tickling his skin as she spoke, before she slid her hands up along his thighs, stroking him softly up and down, "My place in this world is wherever you want me, Sir." She said again before she leaned in fully, lightly licking his testes, flicking each one with the tip of her tongue before she just opened her mouth and sucked one into it, swirling her tongue over it before she popped it back out. She stared up at him the whole time, red eyes almost seeming to glow, but were strange... almost like glass. They showed nothing of what went on inside her head, only the outward appearances, and quite well practiced at that.

She licked up the length of his shaft, following the underside of it with the tip of her tongue as she did so, her hands replacing her lips on his balls, one rolling them between her fingers, the other hand moving to his shaft, holding it in place while she took the tip into her mouth. Her eyes never left his, staring unerringly up at him as she swirled her tongue over the sensitive tip, poked his urethra lightly with her tongue before she moved a little deeper onto it, constantly moving her tongue over the length, expertly attending to his every need, hands stroking and tongue tasting.

[2014/08/24] Veilcov put his hand on her head running his fingers through the drow's hair as she tended to his needs. The marking that donned his testicles was that of an upside down black cross that gave the lightest of red tints to the air around it, literally glowing with arousal and sexual energy. "I bet you say that to all your customers, don't you knife ears?" He asked playfully, feeling the slow rise of his cock as it started to fill with its growing lust. New life was breathed into its length that caused it to stand at first in only a warm semi-erected state, but it quickly grew hot and throbbing withing the constant stimulation of her mouth. His rod loved the licking, the tongue shooting sudden waves of pleasure through his spine at the lightest of touches, let alone the torrent of taste that ran along the twitching length. It gave the lightest trace of a salty flavor from its tip, the slit being the source of this little experience. The presence of a tongue against his urethra made him squirm in delight, suck a simple teasing throwing the king into writhing against his seat for the odd sensation it gave.

"Oh you must have been doing this for ages, or the myths are true. Elves really are born to do nothing but suck cock and take it from superior beings." He brought her head back for her face to point up to his as she pleasured him, snapping his fingers and directing her attention to his eyes, wanting her to have eye contact while she preformed. "Here, stare up at your superiors and know that you're under them in each way you could imagine. Being caught by them and forced to pleasure others for the simple prospect of money. Yo must have been such an important woman to all your little elves. My lord how you have fallen into nothing but your most basic uses, that of an elven whore."

[2014/08/24] Daeris the Slave just continued to work up and down on his shaft. Her tongue swirled constantly over the tip, poking and proding at his urethra as she noticed that he enjoyed that. She focused herself there, bobbing up and down slowly, her lips latched tight around his shaft while her tongue was forced to move and tease along the bottom of it. She pushed herself down on his shaft, taking the full length if it into her mouth, breaking eye contact as she was forced to take the rest of his shaft. She held there for a moment, before she slowly pulled herself back from his shaft, tongue returning to licking and poking against his urethra.

Her hands never ceased, rubbing his testes with one while the other stroked the base of his shaft, moving to his stomach, fingers dragging against his skin hard as she did so, leaving red marks on the, otherwise unblemished, skin of his stomach. She wanted to watch him squirm, be that through pleasure or pain. She was an expert at what she did and she did it expertly, treating his cock to all the pleasures her mouth could provide, the tongue a marvelous thing as it moved against his skin, poking and proding, brushing and tasting as it teased and pleasured him. Her eyes never left his, though the longer he stared at them the more they just seemed... off.... Almost like staring through a clear window and expecting a bright blue sky but instead seeing a wall but just behind the window, blocking its view.

[2014/08/24] Veilcov shook in place, the constant teasing of his urethra shooting the odd feelings of both pleasure and irritation through his body. He could be seen almost breaking down in the hold of her mouth, the pleasure causing him to weaken into a state of growing numbness to all but the pleasure of her mouth. He kept in eye contact with her, grinning at the emptiness, the false form of the eyes with that hidden world behind them. He assumed she hated being a slave, but had either done it for so long or had been broken so much, that she simply allowed herself to be taken by her new position.

The hand on her head took an aggressive turn, standing up from his sitting position and wringing her around to rest her head back against the bed. He held the back of her head against the bed as he started to thrust away into her mouth. He took what pleasure he wanted now, the slave tried to make him squirm and writhe, but he felt this was much better of an order, a better and more proper way to be. He made deep thrusts that worked more for reaching as far down into her throat as he could, wanting to feel the constriction of the tight passage around him and let her little round of control fall away. If anything he though it hard to act in control when you had something bulging against your throat so predominantly.

[2014/08/24] Daeris the Slave stared at him, her eyes devoid of any emotion at all, only she knew what she was thinking... and maybe a few others who had been through what they had been through. She didn't seem to mind though, just attending to his every need, his every pleasure. Focusing on the sensitive tip when she was able in her bobbing up and down atop his shaft. Her hands worked constantly, scratching his skin, leaving more then a few raised red trails from her well cared for nails. Her other hand continued its ministrations of his testes, rolling and massaging them with her deft fingers.

She didn't bat an eyelash as he rolled her over and forced her down onto the bed, she merely seemed to relax. She still moved her head, as much as she was able, while her tongue moved against his shaft. Those glass-like eyes watching his own, staring into the depths of his soul as she was fucked. She held no qualms about what this was, he was right where she wanted him. She squeezed and swallowed, the sensation odd but enjoyable on the tip each time it thrust into her throat, bulging it out slightly but otherwise she hardly seemed phased. Her hands still worked one more-or-less braced against his stomach now, while her other still attended to his testes, though she squeezed them a bit harder, rolled them a bit faster and massaged them more fervently, only adding to his pleasure, multiplying it exponentially as he continually thrust her head into the bed she was resting against.

[2014/08/24] Veilcov moved his hands to the side of her head, keeping their eye contact as the quickly rising feeling inside of him started to betray itself with the immediate shaking of his hips that made his thrust start to become more primal and furious, the sensation from his testicles started to rush him, making his need to cum grow more and more with every thrust, his body starting to demand that he let himself release inside of this drow immediately. He felt anger in the fact that he couldn't cum faster than he was already working at. This caused him to grind against her face in an indulging rut, his cock trying to steal as much pleasure as it could from her throat.

"You're gonna make me cum if you keep it up like this!" He announced, feeling the warmth that was growing in his skin as his body started to ache and beg for its release, only slowed by its own hate of having to go flaccid simply for finishing in this drow's throat. He made a quick decision, making the rocking motion of his hips like small circles that dropped don to bounce off of her face and repeat the cycle, pressing her nose into his groin every time. "I'm going to feed you a load right into your stomach, I doubt you'll even have to swallow." He said after one deep reaching thrust that pressed the base of his cock firmly to her lips.

[2014/08/24] Daeris the Slave just relaxed there. For an average day this was quite mild for her. She kept their eyes locked, staring at him with her distant, glassy stare. She could feel the change, first in how he changed his thrusting hips. Before there was some semblance of time, a rhythm that he kept to, but now... now it was gone. She just sat under him, egging him on with her tongue, her throat squeezing and constricting the tip, massaging the shaft as he thrust. Her hands on his testes massaged them constantly, rolling those heavy orbs in her fingers, teasing and adding to his pleasure.

She blinked at him as he spoke to her, not reacting outwardly. She could feel his growing warmth, the twitching of his testes and the throbbing of his shaft. She twist her head slightly on his shaft, her tight throat holding the tip inside her, squeezing it tight and adding more and more pleasure to the already pleasurable experience. She felt each of those thrusts acutely, but didn't mind. She waited for that last, that final thrust into her mouth and when it came she just squeezed his testes, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to aid in his orgasm, while her throat constricted around his shaft, keeping it in place as she waited for him now.

[2014/08/24] Veilcov felt the final push of his orgasm as she squeezed onto his testes, causing one last shake to travel up his spine like a hard chill. The cock trapped within the hold of her throat swelled with one hard lurch and started to shoot heavy glob after glob into the waiting drow throat. He held his hips against her face as the heavy load let lose in the hot ropes of white, that let lose in rhythm with the illumination of the black mark on his testicles, glowing brighter and brighter with every shot that let into her. He kept his cock buried inside of her with the light laugh escaping his lips, petting down her head almost affectionately if it wasn't for the look of cruel satisfaction that placed itself on his face.

"Don't choke now, we can't have you passing out right in the middle of all of the fun." He said, letting rotating his hips slightly, bobbing the head of his cock around in the heated throat, the slowly deflating length leaking out all the excess before it reached to its limped state within her lips. "Suxh a good elf... They trained you to serve your superiors quite well." With that he slid his cock out from her slowly.

[2014/08/24] Daeris the Slave held herself against him, lips pressed to the base of his shaft while her hand squeezed his testes firmly, tightly holding and massaging them, squeezing every last drop from them. His seed spilled straight down her throat into her stomach, and she was saved the taste of most of it. This position didn't bother her, she was adapt at holding her breath and so she kept her pale blue skin a normal flushed color as he stroked her head. Her glassy eyes never left his, watching and locked in place as she was.

She felt his shaft quickly losing its size, shrinking down in her mouth before she pulled herself free. She knelt there, resting back against the bed and just stared up at him, closing her mouth and cleaning the taste from her tongue and lips, quickly washing it away with saliva. She wait there, under him, and just watched while Daeris stepped forward, her smiling face had never left the wall.

"How was she Mr. Cervya?" She asked him, holding her hands just above her stomach, still showcasing every part of her body as she Drow was, though kneeling.

[2014/08/24] Veilcov looked upon Daeris with his still prominent smile. Breaking that length of eye contact with the drow that they had held for so long. "I enjoyed her very much so, she is quite well at what she does. It's hard to find ones that are as well trained as you two are, though training and breaking are two separate things entirely, I assure you." He said, looking over Daeris for a moment. "Well then my dear. I shall rest for a moment, then we will discuss more business, I'm not quite sated yet, but as always the body cannot take so much pleasure in quick succession to each other, it will make the experiences lesser for their quantity."

He lay himself back against the bed, laying his head upon the pillows and patting the free space next to him on either side of the bed. "Join me, and we will discuss having the next round, since the drow went through last time, that must mean that you are next, correct?" He asked, neglecting to place a name to its end for he had no recollection of her name, not that of the drow's or Daeris. He supposed they were simple slave elves all the while, so it's not as if their names truly mattered to him anyway. A name couldn't be used for pleasure.

[2014/08/24] Daeris the Slave just returned that smile, while Dathel just cast her eyes down, staring down and hiding what she was doing from him. "They most certainly are, Sir." She said, nodding at him, "Of course, of course. Do take your time, are you in need of a refreshment? Something to parch your thirst, Sir?" She asked him, hands still held before her stomach as she waited for a moment.

Dathel stood up as he moved and lay across the bed, sharing a look with Daeris, before she turned around, facing him once more. Her pale blue skin was on full display and Daeris moved to stand next to her, pale white skin displayed as well, "You are welcome to choose, Sir." She said with a nod and that wonderful, fake, smile of hers. Both elves climbed up onto the bed, Dathel on his right Daeris on his left. They crawled towards him, before they settled down, one head on each shoulder, hands resting on his stomach as their large breasts pressed against his chest, oh but he was wrong.... Elven names held power, Elven names held pleasure....

[2014/08/24] Veilcov shook his head, wrapping an arm around the two elves before him. "No dear, I shall be fine, I simply need to rest and all will be grand in a moment." He leaned his face over to kiss Daeris upon the forehead. "No, no, I cannot be unfair to you both. I have had my fun with her, now I will have my fun with you. You cannot truly expect one elf to take so much over an over again can you?" He asked, though expected an answer from obligation to her agreement rather than the truth. He had expected that these elves had been through far worse in their time, and had been through far more t one time than what he was offering.

He turned his head to Dathel and placed a kiss on her forehead as well, running his fingers through her hair. "And besides, you would like for her to be put under wouldn't you? I can see it in you, in your skin. Drow are treacherous little things that love messing with others, I know this to be true. Tell me, for you can be truthful now. Do you want her to be taken instead of you, watching her as you escape with little more than a taken mouth and she has to be used in much rougher ways? Answer me honestly dear."

[16:53] Daeris the Slave just stared up at him, nodding along with his words with rote precision. She wore her smile, squirming a bit with practiced, but fake, happiness at the kiss, "Of course not, Sir." She said, her hand moving up to caress his chest, staring down, breaking eye constant as he turned to look over at the Drow on his right. She idly traced circles with one finger over his skin, along his nipple and collar bone, just making idle motions. She was writing words out on his skin, and Dathel, who was able to see them out of the corner of her eye, was following along.

Dathel, much as her sister-slave on his left, squirmed with practiced, but fake, happiness at his kiss, smiling up at him brightly, "You are letting me decide, Sir?" She asked him, peering down at Daeris for a moment, watching her while she brought her hand up as well, tracing words on his chest, teasing him with her light touch as she did so, "<I wish for neither of us to be taken, I wish for our lives to end and our troubles be washed away.>" She said in the Elven language, turning back up to look into his eyes. Her own were still glassy and hidden, but her smile was real for once. Daeris just stared at her, her expression still, face unmoving with her fake smile locked in place.

[17:04] Veilcov felt a grin growing on his face, cupping the drow's face in his hands. "It's quite an odd thing when you spend such a long time amongst the nobles of the land, you find that there are so many elves that still claim themselves to be more than just slaves and lesser races... Though you will find how easy it is to convince the bastards to see things your way when you know their tongue." He said through the tone that portrayed him stating more of a fact with the undertone of mocking growing underneath it.

"You're a truthful one, quite the little devil. It sickens me that your kind can hold that passive smugness when inside you're falling apart." He took himself over the drow, placing his hands to either side of her and placing his hips to nestle firmly between her legs. His cock had grown back into the semi-erected state it took before using her just moments before. His hand traced up to her arms, taking her wrists to the bed and holding them down against the pillow above her head. He let his rod lower itself to press against the dark folds, prodding the tightness of the elven pussy, allowing the head to press itself within her to stretch the ring of her enhance wide around the tip that started to throb in its quickening stiffness.

[17:14] Daeris the Slave just watched, blinking and her smile dying on her face as Veilcov rolled over atop Dathel. She moved to sit up, watching, for the moment, and thinking what she could do to help, to ease the Drow's time ahead. She knelt there, hands on her knees as she thought for a moment. Finally, she moved behind Veilcov and Dathel, positioning herself so she could crawl over and place her large breasts atop his back, her soft nipples pressing and rubbing into his back as her hands wrapped around to just stroke his stomach and chest, kissing his neck and shoulder. Her positioning was perfect, she placed herself so that he couldn't pull himself back far enough to really fuck her as hard as he could, so he couldn't have a full range of motion.

Dathel just stared at him, her eyes still glassy but her smile remaining, "<Others, harder then you, have tried to break me before. None have succeeded to date.>" She said in Elven, it seemed that she had quite the mouth on her when it was open. Her sex was only slightly wet, but it stretched around the tip of his shaft easily enough. She squeezed just then, her strong Drow muscles clenching around the sensitive shaft of his as she just wait under him, arms held up above her. She just stared up at him, "<I have not cum since I was taken, think your... human....>" She said with derision, "<Cock and please an Elf?>" She just stared at him, eyes glassy and unreadable, but her smile real as she just wait for what she knew was coming.

[17:28] Veilcov never let his own grin fade, even as he allowed a stifled groan to escape him, the experienced muscles stroking the sensitive head. "Yes... But I have a much different need. I don't care to break you, I don't care to make you beg for me. You are a tool of pleasure, and nothing more. You should know this, you of all people should know your position in the world underneath a human." He sent his hips thrusting down upon the drow, the sudden slap of their hips sounding out around them before he reared back to find the elven body restraining him. It did not register that she was trying to help, simply that she was in the way of his thrusts. He allowed her to stay on him, taking in the caress against his body, feeling the heat rise through him in the tingling arousal of having such loving touches mixed with lustful acts.

A hand reached back to Daeris's head, pulling it forward to set next to his, her body sliding up on his as he pressed their lips together tightly. He pressed his tongue into the slave's mouth, enveloping her tongue with his in the fit of exploration and heated passion he took when kissing the lighter elf. His lower half told a much different story though, taking what space it had to ravage the dark skinned elf. His cock had grown rock hard within her depths, invading deep into the cunt with little remorse, the limited range he was allowed making his thrusts more as a hard rutting against her than it was a proper fucking.

[17:36] Daeris the Slave followed Veilcov's urging hand and slip up along his body. When their lips met she just closed her eyes, taking herself somewhere far away. Her tongue moved over his, her mouth tasted heavily of mint and slightly of vanilla. Her hands never ceased, just idly dragging her fingers all over his skin, caressing and teasing him. Her hips ground against his own, when he pulled back, she pushed forward, reducing his movements further, though pulling back when he moved in, not wanting to add her own strength to the action. She shivered a bit, memories coming to her from the kiss she imagined was someone else, some place far away.

Dathel just stared up at him, smirking as Veilcov went to kiss Daeris. She watched the pair, her hands still above her, holding onto the pillow, held there by him. Her folds just gripped his engorged member harder, squeezing it. When he pulled back her folds seemed to coax him back in, pulling his length into her folds. She was wet now, her body trained to respond in a way that would help it, so she wouldn't get hurt by the crude rutting of the human, "<So this is your response, then?>" She asked him, teased him as she remained under him. She had recently given birth, but her sex was fine, wonderful around his length. It squeezed him, held him tightly and was tighter then most humans. She started to slightly twist her hips under him, just wanting this to be over, seeking to add more pleasure faster.

[17:48] Veilcov felt a bout of frustration seep into his mind as he was teased by the drow, his hand reaching up and taking Daeris, bucking her away from him. "Hiven, get this beast off of me!" He called, to which his large man servant took to pulling the elf from his back. Veil found himself freed with the weight pulled from his back, leaving him to the full thrusts that he had oh so intended for the drow. His thrusts pulled themselves back in long, swaying thrusts that pulled back to the point of threatening to pull the head back from the squeezing folds, only to shove its way back in and fill her passage once more.

"You haven't even seen what a human is capable of when mad, you're but a pointed eared slave, how could you ever know that you're less than nothing. You're built to take human cock, you're built to take my cock." He spoke in a deep, droning voice that was in a tone more so of command than it was threatening, one that demanded respect even as it seemed none was returned in his favor. He allowed their hips to collide together in hard slaps that grew haphazardly against the smaller body, wildly exploring every inch of those folds with such little care for what he slammed the head of his rod against to land it into the tightness of her walls.

[17:57] Daeris the Slave just smiled as Hiven pulled her from atop Veilcov, moving to stand there, hands held over her stomach and just watch, that wonderfully fake smile returning as she watched, unable to assist, or hinder, any more. She peered around once again and just resigned herself to watch, for now.

Dathel was doing much better. She stared up at Veilcov with a knowing smile. When that first thrust slammed into her she just watched him, listening to his words. She brought her legs up and around his waist, holding onto his and curling her hips, giving him more room to work with. Her slippery folds encased his shaft, holding it tightly, squeezing it more fully then, near any other, he had tried. It was perfect, amazing around his shaft. Her hips continued to squirm, gyrate under him, causing the sensitive tip of his shaft to touch every part of her, caressing her inner walls over and over and over....

"<You think you more 'mad' then the human whose wife just left him for another? Come to take his 'rage' out on an Elf?>" She asked him, roughly bucking her hips into one of this thrusts, squeezing his shaft so tightly it was almost painful, "<You, who considers us less then nothing, bothered to learn our language so you could understand, speak, with 'garbage.'>" She said, violently bucking back into his hips again, almost knocking him back, her form was small and voluptuous, but it held a hidden strength, "<I know exactly what I am, Human. Do you?>" She asked him, starting to constantly buck her hips, pulling herself against his thrusts, their skin slapping together loudly, wetly, and filling the air around them. Her eyes never left his, glassy and unreadable, but her smile.... She just smiled the whole time, knowing and whimsical.

[18:12] Veilcov seemed to slow his movements only slightly as he took in her words, his grin vanishing before her eyes as he leaned his head down to press their foreheads together. "Yes... Yes I think I am more 'mad' than the man who comes to take you in anger, I come to take you in but the deepened hate of your kind..." He has stopped his thrusting entirely, his cock sitting within those clenching folds, buried down to the hilt inside of her. "What's more is I'm the king, on top of the death wish drow, the one who's name I dare not learn for its lack of meaning, for you do not deserve a name. I am the cursed one, a man of fertility and demonic energy that forms for lust, and lust alone... Now I'm going to take you, and fill you to the brim, and you will be just as full of yourself as the moment I walked in."

There was a steel hardness growing from the swelling cock buried inside her. It grew in girth as it swelled in preparation to start unloading inside of her. His hips made the angered thrusts of a wild man now, shoving as deep as he could, the head of his cock landing squarely to punch against the ring of her cervix, ramming away at it relentlessly, ignoring the shocked pain that traveled up his spine, telling him that he was even being too rough with himself, but the quickening need to cum inside of him and the rage that was growing ever more prominent in his mind pressed such feelings away. The cursed lust inside him felled his mind with nothing but the need to breed and ravage instinctively.

[18:21] Daeris the Slave just smiled at him still, listening to his words as he spoke. Her folds never ceased squeezing his length, "<Then you know nothing, human. A name is everything. It is you, it is your essence. But I would never expect a human to understand what they choose to be blind too.>" She cared not for his other words, they mattered little to her. He was a human and he was here.

Dathel moved when he did, her folds never relented, even as he seemed to grow. Her hips bucked back to meet his, slapping against them powerfully, adding her own strength to the motions. Her eyes remained glassy and unreadable, though her smile just grew wider still, "<Yes, human, do what you do best. Waste your essence, expend a part of yourself.>" She leaned up towards him, "<Give yourself to me....>" She said, starting to laugh as she moved, slapping her hips against him, squeezing his shaft so tightly that it was painful to move inside her, the sensitive tip dragging along her folds constantly, holding it inside as he almost pulled it out with each thrust, "<Cum for an Elf, human!>" She screamed out, loud enough that her words echoed inside the walls, rebounding back on them.

[18:37] Veilcov made a final few thrusts into her, the hard slaps of their hips meeting as the wetting sound of skin on skin was heard around them. The final thrust slammed itself hard against the end of her walls, placing the head right against her cervix, one hard press forced the swelled head to part the tight ring, letting the tip slide within the door of her womb to entrap it inside, held firmly in place by the elastic hold. The glowing light that donned his testicles started to flash once more as it seemed rage turned to seed, spilling forth the hot white straight into the drow's womb. Load after load came shooting out in torrents that he had only felt in the best of lays. It was as if the energy was pulled from him when his balls drained themselves, the pull of the dark pussy edging on his body to release everything he had.

The ring of muscle entrapping his head acted as the only plug that held the welling, warm seed inside her. His cock slowly started to soften in the elven caress, his body tiredly leaning against the dark skinned body, wrapping her in his arms tightly into a form of hug. "There... All finished using you like the little slave you are." He said through a taunting voice, letting his head up to hers and bringing her into a light kiss, pressing their lips together and letting his tongue maneuver itself into her mouth, such a lovely taste from the other elf, he hurried himself with tasting the drow for the first time.

[18:50] Daeris the Slave continued to watch him, laughing like a mad woman before she felt him pull back and knew what was... cumming. She bucked her hips back against him, shoving the tip of his shaft into her womb. She just started giggling then, her hips gyrating slightly, folds squeezing his shaft firmly, holding it locked inside her as he filled her womb, and then some. She had a slight bulge from the cum inside her womb as he collapsed atop her.

Dathel lightly wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly and digging her nails into his back, hard enough to draw blood, eight tiny pricks of blood welling slowly, "<The mighty human came inside the lowly elf, and loved it.>" She said, taunting him even as she kissed him. Her eyes closed and she just let his tongue explore her mouth, her own just teasing his own, caressing along it slowly before pulling back. Where Daeris taste of mint and vanilla, hers was more earthy, natural with the bite of an unknown herb to him, something that was hard for humans to find but a staple of Drow diets. She could feel his shaft slowly receding and she just removed her legs from around his waist, letting him move freely again, though her nails were still digging into his skin as they kissed.

[19:05] Veilcov felt a pang of shame run through him as she spoke, his pride falling victim to the taunt, finding it hard to deny something that had been true the whole time. "I find... Nothing wrong with that." He said, turning his eyes away from the drow, face becoming reddened in the mix of frustration and embarrassment over the fact that he should be seeking out much more proper slaves to take in. It was the sad truth though that his weakness was the presence of elves, even more so if they were like the one below him, darkened in the skin.

"You find such pleasure in trying to degrade me, even when you know that you're but a lower being. There is no hope for you to ever rise to mu level, nor to bring yourself any joy for taunting me... So why do you take it so personally, why do you love it so much?" He asked, removing himself from her depths with the light sound of a pop against those squeezing walls. "Unless you truly do love it when a human fills you! Yes, that's it, you have the undying love for humanity and servicing them, don't you? You love to have yourself pumped with half breed bastards and be thrown back out only to serve those better than you." He had seemed to form his own smirk as he had fully removed himself from the drow.

[19:14] Daeris the Slave bit Veilcov's lip as he pulled away from their kiss, just smiling at him as her nails removed themselves from his skin, her arms dropping down to rest at her sides. She took a deep breath and sighed as he spoke, just watching his reddening face, "<I never said there was. Merely that the human, who stands oh so far above one such as me, loved fucking me.>" She said, her eyes kept their glassy, unreadable facade as she spoke, but her smile was knowing, teasing even. He could clearly see from that smile that she knew.

"<Because here I am, under you. What else do I have to take pleasure in?>" She asked him, just staring at him with a smirk. Her sex released him easily enough, followed soon after by a slow gush of his seed, leaking from her folds, dripping down onto the bed, "<Unfortunately for you, Half-Breeds are strictly prohibited. The only 'breeding' I love doing, is with a true Elven stud.>" She let out a soft sigh, her hands sliding up her form, caressing her sides, cupping her breasts, and he could slightly see beads of milk forming on her nipples, a side effect of her most recent pregnancy, "<Now an Elven stud.... Mmmmmmm....>" She said, sighed out, her body squirming under him, taunting him, tantalizing him in how she slid atop the covers, her body supple under him as he hung above her.

Daeris moved forward then, "Sir, will that be all that you require today?" She asked him, her practiced, fake smile falling into place as she stood beside the bed, hands held over her stomach, her full form on display for him as she wait for his answer, Dathel was still squirming and caressing her skin under him.

[19:28] Veilcov lay himself against the squirming Dathel, eyes glancing up to Daeris with a small nod. "I am in no need for anything of the sexual sorts today." He said, leading his head down to allow his lips access to the dark breast beneath him, latching onto the tip of it and making a slow suckling, drinking forth off the elven milk. "Your friend does scare me though, she caresses herself at the thought of the odd elf men... How sad it is to take pleasure in something so terribly useless. I had thought all drow matriarchs in their own right, damned enslavement of the males to please them. Such a terrible way to live, don't you agree?" He asked Daeris, not fully expecting an answer from her.

It was only after he spoke that he noticed the trickle of blood forming against his back, dripping onto the bed below them. He allowed a small sigh to escape him, turning his head back down to the breast. "Though, it's become obvious that your drow has injured me. I expect this is not part of your normal duty? I certainly hope not. Clean me free of my woulds." He said, waving a hand to coax Daeris over to him. "With your tongue that is." He added, placing his lips back to the lactating nipple, suckling once more from it.
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[19:36] Daeris the Slave just smiled at Veilcov as he latched onto Dathel's nipple. The drow let out a soft squeak, one hand moving to lightly stroke his head. The milk soon started to flow from that breast and she just smile with pleasure. It tasted overly sweet and was quite thick. She nod at his words while Dathel just squirmed under him, holding her breast, presenting it. Clearly she enjoyed the suckling of her milk, the one thing that a mother can do that others cannot. She stared down at him and just watched him suckle from her leaking nipple, freely flowing now, "<How cute, the human suckling like a babe from his mothers teet. I thought humans were weaned at a younger age?>" She said, smirking at him, the corners of her mouth picked up in pleasure.

Daeris stepped closed as Veilcov gestured for her, nodding at his words, "Very well, Sir." She said as she climbed onto the bed. She moved to kneel at a tangent, one hand on the small of his back, the other holding herself up as she leaned in. She plant a kiss over each of his wounds, before she stuck out her tongue and carefully ran it up the small trails of his blood, spitting them out, quietly, onto the bed around them. When he was clean of blood she kissed the wounds again, licking them which stymied most of the flow, allowing the blood to congeal faster. She then just leaned back and caressed Veilcov's shoulders softly, "Sir, I must tell you that our time is running short. I would hate for the guards to barge in and see you so, ah...." She paused there, unsure how to finish her sentence before Dathel chimed in.

"<Vulnerable. Like a child.>"

[19:49] Veilcov could not deny Dathel as she spoke, being the very image of vulnerability. His mind had fallen into a dreamy state, held against the dark elf, suckling her like a babe. It made him revert into a quiet calmness that shut out the world before him. He drank heavily, only coming back to reality as he was told that their time was running short, and even then it took a quick jolt of realization for him to come back, showing in the form of a light twitch of surprise as the hands pressed to his shoulders. "But I don't want to leave my mo-" He stopped, face deepening in its redness as he shook his had to void himself of the intoxicating feeling he was under. "I... I think you may be right."

He leaned himself up hesitantly from the drow, rubbing his face and looking out to his man servant that stood at the door. The servant gave a small nod and Veil turned his head back to Daeris. "I do trust that... That you will not tell anyone about this moment, correct? Such things as... Feeding from an elf is such a dishonorable thing to behold. I don't think that I would forgive myself for letting such rumors spread around." His eyes turned to glare down upon the dark elf, pointing to her accusingly. "You're the one I'm worried about."

[19:55] Daeris the Slave just stroked his shoulders as Veilcov came back. Dathel didn't say anything, she didn't need to. Her eyes remained glassy and unreadable but her smile.... Her smile said everything. She heard those words and just took them in, still caressing his head. Daeris nodded as he flushed, not saying anything, her fake smile disappearing for a moment, replaced with a softer thing, before the fake smile dropped right back into place.

Dathel just lounged there, caressing rubbing her breasts softly, her flow stymied slowly, though it remained on her skin for the moment, tracts of thick, white milk on her dark skin. Daeris stepped back as well, removing herself from the bed. She nodded at his words, but Dathel didn't move, just smiled her knowing smile at him. Daeris stepped forward and nodded at him once again, squirming a bit as she stood there, "Ah, of course Sir. Your secret is safe." She peered at Dathel, sharing something with the Drow that lay there, staring into eachothers eyes, "If.... There is a way to make sure she is silent about it, Sir." She said, turning to regard Vailcov, staring at him, watching him for a moment, "You could... buy us." She said slowly, apprehensively. She, more then the other elves of this place, wanted out of here. She wanted to leave and this was probably her best shot, he had the money to pay for two tier 1 Elves, he could afford them. A small flame of hope lit in her chest as she stared at him, though her eyes were glassy and unreadable and her smile forced.

[20:10] Veilcov thought for a moment over the terms of owning them, he was on edge about purchasing, though he had come here to do so, he had thought that he would leave the market with humans instead. On top of that at one time he had thought this place rent only, but truly never inquired about that policy. He seemed to open his mouth to speak, but was cut off by the sound of bank notes being flicked out from Hiven's bag. Veil's eyes darted to his man servant and waved an arm out to him to get his attention, as he seemed to be busy counting out from the large stack of bank notes. "Hivens, I'm not quite sure th-" Yet again he was cut off, but this time it was by something far more powerful. From the deep darkness of Hiven's gold helmet sounded the rumbling voice, sounding other worldly in its execution, scratchy in tone. He said simply, "You need Dathel, and you want Daeris." never turning his hidden face up from the counting bank notes.

Veilcov was a little set back, he had even remembered their names, where Veil himself had all and forgotten what they were called. He trusted his man servant to be the guide of his needs though, there was none other that knew the king better than Hiven, not even Veil himself. "Fine then... I suppose I will purchase you. You both seem well off as slaves, but trust in me that you're liberated by no means. You are still slaves... But at the least you are not slaves to the public." He said with the hint of sympathy dropping into his speech.

[20:18] Daeris the Slave just blinked a few times. She kept her composure, but she was shivering slightly. Dathel just stared at him blankly, watching, curiously though her eyes were still glassy. Daeris bowed over, closing her eyes and hiding her tears, quickly forcing them away, "Th-thank you, Sir. If you will follow me, I will take you to the front counter." She said, quickly straightening up and turning around. She strode out and away from the room, moving quickly. Dathel lithely slipped off the bed, moving past Veilcov, reaching out and caressing his chin with one hand, "<Now the human takes orders from another under him?>" She said, giving him a wink as she moved past, her hips swaying left and right, ass bouncing as she moved. She moved a bit faster to stand along side Daeris and converse in hushed whispers with her, what was said was lost of Veilcov.

They went towards a counter with a weaselly little man sitting behind them. He looked up as Daeris and Dathel strode forward, Veilcov no doubt soon behind them. They stepped aside and Daeris gestured to the man, "Sir, this is Mr. White. He runs this lovely establishment." The words were obviously forced, but practiced, "Mr. White. Mr. Cervya here wishes to purchase Dathel and myself." She said with a nod, staring down at the counter. Mr. White stood up and frowned, he looked between the two elves and then to Veilcov, "What?! You want to purchase two... Tier 1 slaves?" He asked, a bit shocked. He pursed his lips, counting the money in his head before he blinked, as if remembering something. He turned to Dathel, who just kept her eyes downcast, and point at her, "Unfortunately I cannot sell that one." He said, smirking, "She recently gave birth and her child is still here, I cannot separate elves mothers from their children so early." His eyes twinkled, perhaps he could make a little extra here, "Unless.... You wished to buy her daughter as well?" He asked, inclining his head a bit, "She is young... untarnished...." He rubbed his fingers together, "Expensive...." He said with a smile, this may just be his best day trading yet.

[20:33] Veilcov hesitated, the sweat of his brow slowly becoming visible as he he was thrown into deep contemplation. "You love the young." Piped up Hiven, taking from his bad the secondary funding, that of which was made of golden coin to be used when exchanges were getting far too high. The large man placed the whole stack of notes onto the counter and then started to count from the coinage. "I need not remind you of the time you held with the young orc my king... And the young cat-king... And the elf girl probably as young as presented." His voice never broke that deep tone of morally shaking reverberations, like the golden helmet on his head was hollow.

"I've never seen Hiven speak this much... He must be very set on this. Apparently I'm in need of these two, and the treasury of Cemia will hate me for it. Regardless, bring forth the young one, I will take her along as well." He said, slowly glance over to Dathel with his arms crossed. He had the feeling of a right to be the gloating one now, to be the one that holds another over her head and makes fun of her for the acts that he gives... But deep down inside her truly only wanted one thing from the drow. "<I don't expect you to beg for your child, nor hold yourself to me simply because I take her along... But... I truly want you to thank me at the least.>" He said in the elvish tongue, thick with accent, but understandable. He spoke mainly for the fact that he wished not to share such things with the salesman. He feared that he would try and take more money from him if he felt any sort of emotional connection between the king and the slave.


[20:42] Daeris the Slave just watched the exchange, her hands held over her stomach. She shared a look with Dathel, who just stood stock still. Even this little bit was everything to her, to get her daughter away from here, even if it was with him, away from these men and their ilk. She just watched passively as she money was counted. Daeris nodded and stepped back as Veilcov spoke, disappearing from view quickly. Dathel stared at the money, then turned to look at Veilcov as he spoke. Her eyes on him. They seemed to focus, staring directly at Veilcov and she nod her head at him, trying to contain herself, "<Thank you, Veilcov Cervya.>" She said, her voice quiet, even. She was struggling hard with herself, taking all her focus just to stand still.

Mr. White spoke up then, watching the exchange with interest, "Well then, Mr. Cervya." He reached under the counter and produced three keys for three locks, along with 3 new collars and three locks, "What would you like us to print on their tags. He gestured at Dathel to lift her chin, her tag read '115,' "Or would you rather they keep their numbers?" He asked, waving his hand about. as he wait for his response. Daeris came back just then, leading a smaller Drow by the shoulders, pushing her along in front of her. The younger Drow drew the eyes of the various customers, but they returned to their work. She turned to look at her mother, a bit scared, but trying her best to keep her composure. She moved from Daeris to stand in front of Dathel, who placed a hand on her shoulder, just caressing her skin, keeping her calm, "Other then that, everything is in order." Mr. White said as Daeris returned to her spot, next to Dathel, "And here are their titles." He said, slipping three pieces of paper onto the table and taking the large stacks of money from Hiven, counting it out and then placing the change on the table, there was very little, possibly enough for a round of drinks.

[20:55] Veilcov smiled to Mr. White, nodding to him respectfully. "Kindly put the Cervya name on all of them if you will, I prefer if any were to escape that all know just who to send them back to." He said, eyes wandering to set upon the young elf that had joined them. He leaned himself down to her level, reaching out and taking her hand in his, gently rubbing it in his palm to keep her calmed. "<Hello there little one, it's very nice to meet you. I'm Veilcov, Veilcov Cervya. I'm a king of a whole nation over the sea, and I'm going to take you away from these bad men because...>" He met a moment of silence from himself, hesitating to go on with his little speech. "<I'll be taking you away because I'm your new daddy... So, what's your name?>"

While Veil spoke to his newest slave, the small amount of money was gathered and shoved into the bag along with the sack that once held the small mountain of gold. "We will tell the court that you bought ships..." Uttered Hiven as he had taken to collecting the titles lain out before him, carefully placing them within his bag. He had adopted his silent form once more as he reached out and shook Mr. White's hand, reaching out his other hand in waiting for the keys and collars to be handed out to him.

[21:06] Daeris the Slave watched over the whole thing, just standing silent. She was quivering slightly though, finally... she had gotten her escape from this, this... place.... Mr. White nodded at Veilcov's words, taking the tags from the collars and stepping behind the counter. He returned moments later with the name 'CERVYA' embossed onto the places. He quickly fit them onto the collars, riveting them into place before he pushed the collars forward, "You may change them at your leisure." He said, "It has been a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Cervya." He said, bowing his head.

Dathel squeezed her daughters shoulder tighter as Veilcov leaned down, watching him like... like a mother watches over her child.Her eyes went wide at his words, rage flashing as he told her to call him 'Daddy' but she said nothing, and moments later the glassiness came back. Her daughter, Uialdes just stood there. She stared down as he picked up her palm, her ears perking a bit as he spoke, bouncing slightly before she turned to look at him. She was scared, though she was keeping herself together, she had, had little training. She just nod at his words, too scared to speak at the moment. She just backed herself against her mothers leg and peered down again. Dathel spoke up after a moment, "<Uialdes. Her name is Uialdes.>" She said softly, still holding her daughters shoulder tight.

[14:13] Veilcov had left the bazaar almost immediately after his purchase, he had no business being there with the rest of his funds spent away on the elven trio that followed in behind him. Hiven guided the elves with his golden staff, bringing them to the docks in which was ported the large ship decorated in the colors of House Cervya in its deep red and purple striped sails and the many ornate decorations that adorned the ship's side. “This is the King's Racks, best royal transport in all the western seas. You three get the pleasure of riding upon it.” He said, ascending upon the walk that had been set out before them.

Many of the men on board had set themselves to looking at the new slaves the king brought along, but they were aware of how the lord's slaver business was handled. Many of them remained silent, save for the few whisperings that went around at the young age of the smallest one. One or two of them seemed appalled, but the rest seemed used to it by now, something better to shrug off rather than think about. Veil lead them into the lower reaches of the deck, where the slave stables where there were at times were chained the multitude of slaves that the king transported. The room had five single beds within it, each one holding a chain nailed to the wall above it. “This is where you shall be sleeping. Are any of you prone to sea sickness?”

[14:18] Daeris the Slave followed along behind the pair, eyes downcast and hands held over their stomach, fully exposing themselves. They had been given no clothing, though Daeris and Dathel didn't seem to mind. Uialdes was pressed up close to Dathel, both for warmth and for reassurance. She was the most nervous of the trio, having never experienced anything like this before. She shivered a bit in the cool air, unused to being outside for any extended period of time. The trio looked up at the ship and just nodded, following along behind, onto the ship.

They paid the men no heed, they were used to eyes being on them, the hungry looks of men staring at them, devouring them with their eyes. They followed him down, down into the bowels of the ship. When he spoke Daeris and Dathel just shook their heads, but Uialdes looked around. She seemed slightly fearful, having never been on a ship before. "<Uialdes has never been on the sea before.>" Dathel said, slipping her arms around her daughter and pulling her in close, sitting down onto one of the beds. She just held her daughter, staring down at her, that guarded, glossy gaze never changing, though she had a happy smile on her face with their prospects, much as they were.

[14:31] Veilcov stared at the mother and daughter for a moment. He felt a pang of feeling go through him that he had thought so foreign now. It almost made himself sadden at the sight, but he shook his head to ward such thoughts. "It must be very grand to have a daughter of your own..." He took a glance away, to his servant who he waved away with a gesture of his hand. "Go on, get them the little one a bucket, and get the other two the sleeping agent. Little Uialdes will have to bare through her first time with grit teeth and an empty stomach, I'm very sorry, but the young must be brought through sea-sickness with little help if they are to ever be used to the motions."

He glanced back as Hiven brought the bucket in one hand and the two thick pink liquids on a tray in the other. He stepped forward and set the bucket down onto the ground, offering the glasses to the larger elves. "Do not worry though, we will be sure to let her remain untouched along our journey. Hiven will be protecting her, and he couldn't hurt a fly... Or fuck a woman for that matter. He doesn't really even have genitalia... So be known that you have nothing to worry about."

[14:36] Daeris the Slave just stood off to the side, peering around her new 'home.' Even if it was just for the trip. She smiled brightly, it was new. It was different. It wasn't the market. Dathel just held her daughter close, stroking her back. She turned to look at Veilcov, her eyes glassy and hidden from him, hiding her inner thoughts, "<You have no idea.>" She said, nodding slowly at him. She just nodded at him, she knew how things worked on a ship.

The two exchanged glances, speaking through eye contact alone, their thoughts hidden, shielded and protected as best they could. They nod again, together, and took the glasses and stared at them for a moment. Dathel listened closely and nodded again, "<Thank you.>" She said before she poured the glass, taking it down in a single gulp. Daeris did the same soon after, settling herself down on the bed next to Dathel, staring at the glass. This was to be her new life, her new home... her new master.

[14:48] Veilcov looked between the two for a passing moment from the doorway of the slave hold. He watched Hiven clamp the two wall chains around the elves' necks, and nodded in approval. As he was stepping away, Hiven took the young drow up in his arms, the darkness of the inside of his helmet staring down at the girl in his arms. He was ungodly cold, the gold armor on him holding no warmth of body underneath. "Hello little one..." Droned out in a near-echo from his helmet, starting to walk out from the hold.

Veil had retired to the captain's quarters, the luxurious slice of kingly decor that he brought with him as the room was more like a master bedroom with the wooden walls of a ship's interior rather than a proper quarters. He had been setting at his desk for some time as Hiven brought the girl up to the room. Upon entering he set the girl down upon the white curtained, plush bed that Veil was faced away from. After a moment of silence in the room, save for the scratching of pen against paper from Veil's desk, a sudden, "Do you think she's ready?" Sounded up from Veil, glancing back to Hiven, who then nodded, patting Uialdes head. "You may want to start easy though..."

[14:55] Daeris the Slave just shivered at the chains around her neck. Their weight was strange, different. She looked to Dathel as the only source of familiarity she had. Dathel just watched, her hands falling to her lap as Uialdea was pulled away from her. She sighed and just lay back on her bed, Daeris laying down next to her, the two of them closing their eyes and just enjoying the companionship of one another for now. Uialdes, on the other hand, squeaked a bit as she was lift and taken away, shivering in Hiven's arms. She turned away from him, not wanting to stare into that dark helmet.

She just settled onto the bed, drawing her legs up to her chest and wrapping her arms around herself. She wasn't dirty but she wasn't that clean either. Her baths had always been more a bucket of water dumped on her and the others. She was no doubt ruining these plush sheets. She swallowed and just peered around, eyes darting between the two men. She squirmed a bit as her head was pat and just stared down, swallowing and thinking the worst was going to happen to her.

[15:09] Veilcov stood from his desk, collecting his things and setting them away within his files. "I'm sure that she's just as resilient as her mother, if not it would be only for the reason that she's so young." He said, wandering his way over to the bed's side. "Oh what a cute little thing you are! Such a perfect little example of what youth can hold, aren't you?" He reached his hands out and placed them to her cheeks, kissing her forehead.

"Now, my dearest little girl, I'm going to ask you one or two things to see if you need to be properly taught or not, okay? I already assume that your mother has taught you all about what you're here for, and why you have to spend your time naked, even if you're so young. I am glad your eyes are not so glassy and emotionless though... The question though, is simply, who is your daddy?" He asked, letting his hands fall back down to his knees as he stood leaned over in front of her, his face level with hers. A hand shot back up to take her chin had she moved her eyes or head back away to try and avert their eyes from meeting.

[15:14] Daeris the Slave just blinked a few times, listening to their words. She turned to look up at him as he spoke to her, still shivering a bit. She wasn't used to being outside and was still feeling that short trip. Her nipples were erect, though from the cold, and her small, supple body was covered in goosebumps. She just nod at him, jumping a bit as he cupped her cheeks and kissed her forehead.

She nodded at him "<Yes.>" She said, that she knew why she was there. Her eyes were fearful, she was unknown about this. Though no doubt her mother would attempt to teach her to hide herself, hide her emotions and lock them away. She blinked at him, squirming a bit. Her mother had told her extensively of who her father was, but to Veilcov it seemed that he desired to be treat as such. She nodded at him again, "<An Elf, although Mr. Cervya would like to be called as such.>" She said, she had picked up his name from the one time she had heard it, an intuitive little thing. She just sat there, back straight as he held her, staring into his eyes.

[15:30] Veilcov fell silent for a moment more, staring down at the little elf that in the passing words seemed far too smart for her own good. "That is incorrect my dear. I am your daddy. I do not simply wish to be called as such, but I am, and always will be your father. Whatever your mother has told you is a lie beyond the port of the Bazaar." He stated as if a matter of fact. His hand pressed to the chest of the diminutive elf, pressing her back against the bed with his own body laying on top of her.

He let his own ministrations against her skin go on as he felt down the soft skin of the young form, a hand resting to her breast and massaging the fleshy mound against his palm, squeezing it against her body with the perked nipple placed between his fingers, squeezing it gently and rolling it back and forth in the tight pinch. "I do not blame you for this, you are but a child that has been raised with nothing but that drow to tell you otherwise. You are better off in my care, I shall teach you correctly." He brought his hips up to hers, sliding it between her legs to press his clothed crotch up against her bare loins, grinding slowly against it, the warm hardened bulge of his pants pressing against her nethers. "Just lay back, and I will teach you all that you need to know, little one."

[15:35] Daeris the Slave stared at him. She knew that he was wrong, but seemed that he wished to be treat as such. She merely nod at his words, attempting to hide that thought, stuff it far down and away, "<Very well... Daddy.>" She said. The word felt strange on her tongue, a lie. She gasped as she felt his hand on her chest, pressing her back. She just lay back, staring up at him, her chest heavily as he breathing quickened, eyes wide as she stared around, fearful.

She squirmed under him, squeezing her thighs together, "<But... but yo-Daddy said....>" She whined out, hands held just below her breasts, only seeming to lift and present them to him. Her nipple was erect and throbbing slightly as her blood pumped, coursed through her body. She started to chew her lip, stifling herself from crying out. She just nod at his words, not trusting herself to speak. She attempt to keep her legs tightly shut, baring him entrance between them, but he was much larger then her. She gasped as she felt that bulge against her tight, virginal sex. She was clean, bare of any hair at all. She bit her lip again, squirming under him and just closed her eyes, fearful.

[15:59] Veilcov let his free hand travel down to his trousers, pulling from them the royal mast and laying it down against the young pussy presented to it. He let the shaft press just between the lips of the dark lips, dragging it up and down between them as the semi-erected cock slowly took form of steel hardness, swelling to its full size at the tempting feeling of the virgin hole it rubbed so tenderly against. "Now, daddy is going to take your first time. Be a good little girl and take it all for him, okay?" He asked, nuzzling his face into her hair.

He brought his hips back, letting the girthy head of his cock press firmly against the tight entrance, prodding it to feel for the resistance the little hole could provide. Two fingers pressed into the inexperienced cunt, spreading the hole wide enough for the cold air around them to invade within her and touch deep against the passage. Streaching this wide he could press the head of the rod against it, stretching just a bit further to suck in the rest of the blood engorged, bulbours head of the cock that rested just within her now.

[16:04] Daeris the Slave gasped as she felt his cock rubbing against her. She squirmed under him, her hands still held between her breasts. Her virgin sex was tight, her folds opening only slightly for him. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, knowing she had no choice but to obey. She just forced herself to lay there, panting and squirming. Her chest was heavily, her fear evident in the way she was breathing, her body shivering under him.

As he pulled his hips back, she could feel that thick head pressing against her and, after a moment, into her. She screamed out then, tears spilling from her eyes. She gasped, shuddering as his finger slipped inside her virginal sex. She sobbed as he just cock head was pressed into her. She tore then, her hymen tearing apart, stretched wide, around that thick cock of his. She was tight around his tip, almost painfully tight, around that thick cock of his. She squirmed under him, crying freely, sobbing, as she just shut her eyes, shut herself off to the world and lay there. She shook her head, trying to just hide, escape, from the pain of her first time, the unwanted pain, "<It... it hurts!>" She cried out. He hadn't even started moving yet.

[16:17] Veilcov held her by the shoulders tightly, keeping her pressed firmly against the bed. He held her entrance open wide around his rod, letting her accommodate to the size of the invading head. After a moment, it became obvious that the tightness was not subsiding, rather that she squeezed so tightly from simply owning such a tiny pussy. His hips readied themselves, making the small gyrations, being careful to not let the head pop out of her, after going through so much to fit inside. I a sudden thrust he started to shove the length deep into her.

One hard thrust shot the length halfway into her, followed by a rearing back and yet another thrust shoved itself deep into her, only reaching about three fourths of the way inside of her before it collided with the tight ring of her cervix, unable to hilt all the way into the tiny drow. "There, daddy is the first one to touch you all the way in there. He has your purity, and loves you so much for it!" He said, though his hips seemed to tell a different story as they started to thrust and pull against her relentlessly, ravaging the tightness with little apparent care for the irritation and pain of the young body beneath him.

[16:24] Daeris the Slave cried there, her silent sobs a testament to her training, or the start of it. As he moved she whimpered, tears spilling down her cheeks. She shook her head, just cringing there, face alight with pain. She cried out as he started to move, her blood leaking around his cock, dripping down onto the bed under them. She knew what was coming, but dread it none the less. She cried out in pain as he started to move, her tight, virginal sex squeezing, clamping down against his cock, trying to push it out, but only giving him more pleasure as he pushed himself deeper into her.

It was only halfway, but that half that was inside he was held tight, squeezed as if in a vice. Her tears never stopped, flowing down her cheeks, from her eyes freely. She whimpered as he pulled out, a part of her hoping that he was done, but another knowing it was nowhere near done. When he thrust into her she just cried out, though when he collided with her cervix her screams died in her throat. Her body froze, locked up in pain. She lay there, mouth open in a silent scream as she stared up, but not seeing. She didn't hear his words, not a one as he spoke to her. She had barely recovered from that first hit before he started to move. Each thrust that hit her cervix just caused her to pull more and more into herself, the pain forcing her mind away, blanking it and leaving her a husk. Soon she just lay there, under him, limp. She had passed out from the pain, her eyes open and unfocused, drool dripping from her open, silent mouth. Tears continued to leak from her eyes, dripping down onto the bed under them and soaking in as her blood flowed freely from between her legs, wetting the sheets as well.

[16:43] Veilcov took the limp form in his arms tightly, hugging her against his chest as the thrusting continued into the punished hole. The blood stained cock freely used the torn cunt with her protests now silenced. The ramming formed harder and harder against her, the thick outline of his rod forming along the small form of her stomach, the bulge of it pressing against her underaged uterus appearing again and again on the dark skin. The was a hard welling in his hips, a tingling that shot through him as a deep need. He had seen the empty eyes of the girl and stopped locking stares, instead letting his hands press to her hips and bringing her back and forth against him.

He stabilized her hard against the bed, keeping her down as he railed against the tiny cervix. Each thrust seemed to not yield and further to the ramming head of his rod. He brought one hard slam against her, fitting perfectly hard against the muscular ring and bringing her hips back against him at the same time. Like a forbidden indulgence taken all too soon, his head penetrated the small cervix, the painful squeeze of the ring worth it as he could see the head of his cock plainly press out against the wall of her womb, forming a large bump on her abdomen. His testicles clung tightly against him as they readied to pump themselves into the tiny girl, generous streams of pre-cum already leaking out into the little room of the drow child's womb.

[16:48] Daeris the Slave just lay there, her body limp in his arms as he continued to take his pleasure from her. She rocked back and fourth, and were it not for the bed, she would just be bent over.

She had no recollection of this as it were, no feeling, which could be a blessing for her. She just lay there, open eyes glossy and blanked over, lost to him. Even the pain of her cervix being so mercilessly battered and finally slammed into, were not enough to bring her back. She lay in his arms, her body an empty vessel ready to receive his seed....

[17:00] Veilcov could finally hilt inside of her, the forcing length colliding into the back of her uterus with every hard thrust that filled her. In a sudden jolt of pleasure that shot up his spine, the illumination of his cursed testicles shined about and let the floodgates free. Load after load of heavy seed drained directly inside her womb, filling the small space it provided with ease as he kept her plugged impossibly tight. He held inside of her, letting the hot liquid swell inside without relief from the assaulting flood.

He let her lay back against the blood and tear soaked bed, panting heavily as he held onto the broken girl underneath him. "There.. Daddy has made you all his, all full of his seed like a good girl." He kissed her head, pulling out from her with the sound of a sudden pop as he spread the red stained folds of the uneraged pussy wide, letting the pink mix of sperm and blood welled up and leaked out from her torn and abused slit.

[17:04] Daeris the Slave just lay there still, she was gone it seemed. She might be lost to him forever, broken before he had taken more then just one time of fun with her. As he came in her, she remained still, her stomach bulging slightly with the amount he shot inside her womb.

She lay there as he pulled out, her bleeding sex leaking blood mixed with semen, a pinkish mist down onto the sheets under her, but still she lay there. Eyes unfocused and staring, lost in pain. Were it not for the slow rise and fall of her chest, one might think she dead.

[17:18] Veilcov stood from the girl, patting her head as he glanced over to Hiven, who had been standing in the room's corner. "Come and take her, get her to the ship's doctor and get her fixed up. I want her alive and well, I doubt she's been damaged in the womb. If I'm mocked with breeding at the Bazaar, I shall just have to keep with her daughter until we can force a pregnancy in her... See if we can get her on fertility drugs to speed up that biological clock of hers." He said as Hiven took the broken girl up in his arms, seeming to take no mind to the juices getting on his armor.

"I will be sleeping in the mean time, wake me tomorrow when we reach the shores of Cemia." He then took to removing the ruined sheets from the bed, collection a new arrangement of sheets and placing them on instead. "Oh! And don't show her to her mother, even if she begs for her." He told Hiven as he left the room. With that, Veil retired into sleep.

[17:21] Daeris the Slave was dead weight in Hiven's arms, but no doubt that didn't bother him at all. She flopped in his arms, her legs and arms hanging limp. She continued to ooze blood and cum from her torn sex, still hurting, but she was lost to the pain. Pregnancy was going to be a hard one for one such as her, even if she was on drugs. Humans used different drugs to induce fertility then Elves, and to find the proper drug Veilcov would have to speak with Daeris and Dathel about that.