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[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."