Conclave Of ConspiracyChapter 21
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Gronnus stepped away from the gazebo. He had to pause a moment halfway down the path to catch his breath and stop his heart from hammering in his chest.
He glanced over towards the west. The afternoon sun had disappeared behind a storm blowing in from the ocean. The breeze had stirred, bringing with it a promise of rain. Until it delivered, the air was still muggy and oppressive. He turned again down the path, Overlord Freya far ahead of him. She disappeared into her quarters just as Gronnus got to the bottom of the path.
He felt a little sorry for Amanda. He, too, knew of Freya's propensities, perhaps better than any other Overlord, having visited her Manor on so many occasions when he had been courting her vote.
At this point, he was glad to be rid of her. The alliance, such that it was, had likely been ill-fated from the beginning. Having her as an ally now would have made matters worse. She would likely see Roquan's assassination as a means for herself to gain.
Just as Gronnus passed by Freya's quarters, the female Overlord burst out, yanking the door shut behind her. She stood in Gronnus' way.
"All right. Just what in hellfire was that all about?"
Gronnus blinked in surprise at the anger in Freya's eyes. "I am sure I don't know what you're talking about, Freya," he said with forced patience. "Now if you will excuse me, I..."
Gronnus tried to sidestep her. She blocked his way again.
"You accused me of playing games once," said Freya. "Now who's playing games?"
Gronnus sighed. "I do not have time for this..."
"Make the time. I want to know what's going on in your head, scary as that is."
"And just why is this important to you?"
"Why? Simple. I have what I want. I want to get out of here with it."
Gronnus sneered. "What are you afraid of? That Roquan will find out how you're treating the poor girl?"
"Don't get sanctimonious on me!" Freya spat. "I could care less what he finds out."
"Why do I have trouble believing that?"
"Then believe what you wish. The fact of the matter is, Gronnus, that I want out of this infernal Manor as quickly as possible. Why do you think I gave Roquan my vote?"
Gronnus gaped at her. "What?? You gave... you gave Roquan your vote just to end the Conclave faster?! Then why didn't you..."
"Side with you?" she asked with a smirk. "Because you would have been evenly matched. The debate would gave gone on and on, and I didn't want to deal with that."
"You astound me... no, wait, that's not correct. You do not astound me anymore. You disgust me."
"Well, then we're even. So what is it with..."
Gronnus glowered at her. "I am under no obligation to discuss the matter with the likes of you."
Freya stepped up to him. "I'm warning you, Gronnus. Don't cross me. You have no idea how dangerous I can be. Don't push me. I'll push back. Hard."
Gronnus swallowed. He wished he would not feel so intimidated around this woman! It was not natural! He finally sighed in resignation. "I cannot tell you what is happening, Freya. But it will last no more than a day. I fully intend to resolve this with Roquan tomorrow morning."
Freya paused for a moment, then nodded slowly. "So are you trying to copy what I did? Sorry, but you're not Roquan's type."
Gronnus blanched at this, which delighted Freya. He simply glowered at her again and hastened off towards his quarters.
"Roquan, I don't like this!" Doran bellowed. "Gronnus is up to something, I can feel it!"
"What could he possibly do?" Rennis said in a pleading voice. Doran had been ranting the whole walk back to Roquan's quarters. "You said yourself he hardly has any support at all anymore, and Roquan managed to top his deals, so what does that leave him with?"
Doran remained mercifully silent for a moment, the first time he had since leaving the bluff. He was red-faced, partially from his anger and bluster, and partially from the heat and humidity. In the far distance there was a low, rumbling wave of thunder.
"I can understand where Doran is coming from," Roquan said in a soft voice as he procured some cold water for them from the large jug in the sanitary. He handed goblets to Doran and Rennis before obtaining one last one for himself. "I do not understand his motivation either for bringing up such a trivial point."
"Well, in a way, it's not trivial," Rennis commented carefully. "He's questioning the integrity of a witness to a crime, essentially."
"Oh, now don't you start!" said Doran. "That would be well and good were this a trial in an Imperial court. But this is an Overlord Conclave. The rules are different here."
"And the other Overlords thought it trivial, Rennis," Roquan pointed out. "At least from the reactions I saw in their faces. They are as confused about this as we are."
"I can only see it as an attempt to delay the Conclave! Nothing more! It's as you said, he's buying time!"
"But for what?" Rennis asked. "He can't make any more deals. He certainly is not going to sway anyone after nearly making a fool out of himself..."
"Nearly?" Doran snorted. "By that way, that reminds me, Roquan, you handled yourself superbly at the Conclave! You did exactly what you should have done, you turned around his arguments right back at him."
"A lot of good it did though. We're still stuck with the Point of Order."
"As I said, Gronnus is up to something. And you'll likely find out tomorrow morning what that is. This was just an ill-conceived plan to make some sort of deal with you."
Roquan frowned. "Deal? Does he seriously think I will throw the Conclave in his favor for some deal?"
"Well, it's all I can think of!"
"Then he has wasted his time. I shall not deal away the Conclave."
"And I don't expect you to! The idea is preposterous."
"Unless he feels he has something he can hold over you," Rennis said darkly.
Roquan met Rennis' gaze sharply, then softened when he saw that Rennis only had concern in his eyes. "We will simply hope that it does not come down to that," he said quietly.
Doran glanced between the two of them. He was more certain than ever that there was a shared secret between them, but it was not his place to ask. "He has nothing," he declared, downing the rest of his water in one go. "Nothing at all. Perhaps he wants some small trinket for giving his vote to you and removing his further opposition. It is the only thing that makes sense now."
"A face-saving gesture?" Rennis asked.
Doran nodded. "Yes. In which case, Roquan should be gracious and accept it."
"I do not need to give him anything," Roquan said stonily.
Doran rolled his eyes and sighed. "Roquan, you will have to deal with him again. With all the Overlords. You do not want to burn your bridges just as you have built them!"
Roquan sighed in exasperation. "Fine. I will deal with him in that regard. Graciously."
"Good." Doran wiped his forehead. "Great gods, does it ever cool off here?"
Another long rumble sounded, louder this time, causing the poles to vibrate. "A storm is arriving," Roquan said. "It generally cools off behind that."
"You and me both, Doran," Rennis said with a small grin. "Here, let's head back to our respective quarters. We should be getting a good breeze from the ocean by now."
This time, Jollis waited until the Portal had closed completely before emerging from behind the unused slave quarters. In one hand, a blue pearl lay balanced in his palm. He closed this hand and tucked away the pearl on his person. In his other was a large, corked jug. A faintly pinkish fluid sloshed inside of it.
He believed he knew what was about to happen. From what he knew of Herdon, and what he had seen between him and Gronnus, and what he knew of the Oceanus Emperor, he was sure he was right. His master had concurred, and had provided him the tools that he now needed to deal with it.
Or rather, to help others to deal with it, for his hand would not interfere directly.
As he emerged from behind the buildings, the ground shook with a long peal of thunder. Overhead, gray-black clouds rolled over the island. In the distance towards the sea, flickers of lightning danced under the approaching storm.
The air was tinged with electricity, and the first faint droplets began to patter down, hurrying Jollis' gait. By the time he had reached his destination, the ground was damp, and to the west, a dark wall of heavy rain was fast approaching.
Jollis knocked lightly on the door frame. There was a long pause, and then a muffled "Enter!" in a strained voice.
The merchant allowed himself in, and bowed. "I humbly beg your pardon for this intrusion, Overlord," he said. He lifted the jug and held it out from him with both hands, the typical gesture for offering a gift. "But I felt compelled to help."
Gronnus raised his head and blinked wearily at the merchant. The Overlord was not looking well. The combination of the stifling heat and his anxiety over what was to come made him look pale. "Help? Help with what?" he said a bit crossly.
"You mentioned yesterday to me that the heat was affecting you. I bring something that will help."
Gronnus looked at him oddly. "Just who are you?"
"I am the merchant you met the day before, near Roquan's quarters."
"Huh? Oh! Uh, yes. I don't think I caught your name... ?"
"Jollis, your Lordship."
"Your Clan?"
"None, Overlord. I am just Jollis."
There was a loud crack of thunder that jolted Gronnus in his seat. He glanced nervously towards the window and quickly gestured for Jollis to enter.
The merchant smiled pleasantly and closed the door behind him. He quickly fetched a goblet and uncorked the jug. A slightly sweet, citrus scent filled the room. "This is a fruit juice blend from my native lands," said Jollis as he poured out the concoction. "Many of my people that live in the hotter climes drink this every day. Please." He handed the Overlord the goblet.
Gronnus stared into the goblet for a moment, then tentatively gave it a sip. He raised an eyebrow as he found it to his liking and took a larger drink. He looked up at the merchant. "And what do I owe you for this, Jollis?"
"Ah, but did I not make the correct gesture as I entered that this was a gift?" Jollis said with no recrimination whatsoever in his voice.
"Yes, you did. My apologies, I... my mind is elsewhere at the moment."
"Understandable. I am sure there are important decisions to make with regards to the Conclave."
Gronnus consumed about half of what was in the goblet before he looked up again. His gaze was a sobering one. "You have no idea," he said in a low, despondent voice.
"But perhaps I do."
Gronnus lowered the cup and stared.
"I have been faced recently with the need to perform a most distasteful act, your Lordship. So I know how such things can weigh heavily on the mind."
The Overlord paused a long moment. "And is this what you assume I am up to?"
Jollis bowed his head briefly. "I am but a humble merchant, your Lordship. I presume nothing. I simply wish to express sympathy for you in what decisions you must deal with."
Gronnus sighed and leaned back in his chair, downing much of what was left in his goblet. He was not feeling quite as ill as he had. "Sometimes, Jollis, decisions are taken out of our hands," he declared somberly. He looked into his goblet, swirling around what little of the juice remained.
"The rest is yours, Overlord," Jollis said, lifting the jug into view again briefly before laying it at Gronnus' feet. "And if I may be so bold, I would like to leave you with this: whenever I see that a decision has been taken from me, it often means I am not looking at the problem from the right perspective."
Gronnus had picked up the jug and was about to refill his goblet when he paused and looked back up at the merchant, a small frown on his face. "And what would you know of this? What would you know of what that decision was? Or the circumstances around it?"
Jollis knew a great deal indeed. Far too much to reveal to the Overlord. For one thing, he knew that Herdon was at this moment keeping watch over Roquan's quarters. Then there had been the threatening confrontation between Herdon and the Overlord the day before, when it appeared that Gronnus was on his way to see Roquan. From this, Jollis could assume that Herdon wished to keep Gronnus from contacting Roquan.
He also knew of the Point of Order by this time, and that Gronnus and Roquan were to meet privately. Thus, Jollis had concluded, Herdon was manipulating events to get them together at a specific time and place. The only real question was Herdon's background. Jollis' master had not been able to provide anything more than what was already known, that he had been trained as a soldier in the Emperor's guard. Yet where the Emperor was about to strike, this meant that Herdon could very well be serving as the Emperor's hand.
"You are, perhaps, correct in this," Jollis said carefully. "Yet, it is in my nature to help."
Gronnus nodded slowly. "It is not unappreciated," the Overlord said simply as he drank the second goblet-full of juice.
Jollis smiled. "Ah, but this is good to hear. May I be so bold again as to offer one more bit of advice?"
Gronnus paused, then nodded wordlessly.
"Sometimes what prevents us from seeing the solution to a problem is that we are... locked... into thinking that we have to provide it."
Gronnus gave the merchant a nonplussed look.
"I wish to leave you with a second gift." Jollis reached into his tunic and extracted the blue pearl.
The Overlord peered at it with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. When it was offered to him, he hesitated before tentatively taking it from the merchant. "But what does this... ?"
A soft, diffuse noise from all around them grew steadily louder as the rains began to pour down outside.
"Perhaps you should approach your problem as a puzzle. Sometimes all it takes is the one hint to unlock the secret of the solution." Jollis smiled. "Or... it may be your key to finding someone who can."
Jollis turned away from the perplexed Overlord and opened the door. Ran came down in sheets, splattering water on his legs. He turned to the Overlord and gave a respectful bow of his head. "Good day to you, Overlord Gronnus."
Without waiting for a reply, he stepped out into the drenching rains and was gone.
The rains continued off-and-on into the evening.
Amanda tried to focus her attention on it. The sound was always soothing to her back in Sirinna's quarters. It helped lull her to sleep on nights she was too nervous about one thing or another. Now she wanted it simply as a distraction.
It was hard. Her pussy strained and ached very badly. Her hips writhed despite her attempts to stop, as if acting on their own in some vain hope it would make her crest. She could not stop trembling.
Yet she managed it. It distracted her from her sensual torture enough to minister to her mistress. Amanda gently suckled at one of Freya's nipples while lightly stroking Freya's very wet pussy with her fingers.
"Mmm, that's it..." Freya cooed softly. "Slowly... I wish to enjoy this... I wish to enjoy your squirming..."
Amanda simply let her mind be carried further way by the patter of the rain. It had taken less than a day for her to realize that the worst of this nightmare was not the prison on her sex, or the lack of dignity, but the taunts. At least when the other slaves did it to her, she knew it was part of the training, that it was more a game to them than anything else. From this Overlord, it was simply hurtful.
Freya lifted a hand to Amanda's side, sliding down slowly to the girl's hip. She could feel the girl quivering, and the hips swaying back and forth uncontrollably. "You came close to speaking out of turn earlier, Amanda."
Amanda did not pause. Until Freya ordered her otherwise, she kept doing what she was last told to do. She pressed her lips to the areola and sucked the nipple between her lips. Her fingers teasingly probed Freya's tunnel.
Freya briefly closed her eyes and let a small breathy moan escape her parted lips. "Mmm... perhaps I should keep you like this a little longer... do you think you could sleep with your pussy being stroked all the time?"
A shudder passed through Amanda, but she stopped herself from reacting any further.
Freya chuckled. "I won't do that. But shall you get a reward tonight or not?"
Amanda squeezed Freya's breast in her fingers and took the nipple deeper into her mouth.
Freya tilted her head back, panting lightly. "Not bad... not bad at all..." she breathed. "Now my pussy... deeper... mmm, yes..."
Amanda slipped her fingers into Freya, the Overlord's cunt squeezing tightly as they penetrated. Slowly she sank them deeper into Freya, pressing her thumb against Freya's nub, massaging it with firm, slow circular strokes.
Freya closed her eyes again, her pleasure mounting. Her hand caressed Amanda's hip, then one of her ass cheeks before motioning up Amanda's back and playing with her hair. She lay her hand against the back of Amanda's head and pressed the girl's face more firmly into her breast.
Amanda felt her face fill with soft flesh. She had to tilt her head slightly to be able to breathe. She sucked harder, bringing a small gasp and then a deep moan from her mistress. She thrust her fingers in more deeply into Freya's depths and then began to slide them in and out. She tilted them forward, making sure to properly stroke Freya's womanhood each time.
Freya's breath grew short. Outside, the rain was letting up. Amanda let out a small whimper as it got harder to ignore the sensations from her pussy. She tried not to let it affect her actions. As anxious as she was to finish off Freya in the vain hope that the Overlord would see her way clear to granting Amanda relief, she did not want to take the chance of displeasing her.
Dutifully, Amanda drove the Overlord higher and higher, steadily but not too quickly. Finally, Freya arched her back and her cunt convulsed around Amanda's fingers. The Overlord moaned loudly, her body shuddering as she throbbed. Carefully, Amanda drew out the orgasm, easing off slowly, keeping it pleasurable but backing off before it became too much. By the time Freya's body relaxed, one final "Mmmmm..." uttered from her as the last of her climax faded, Amanda had lifted her mouth and and fingers from the Overlord's body.
Freya looked up and smiled. "You have some skills after all."
"Thank you, mistress," Amanda said, her voice strained and breathless. She was panting. The strain in her pussy was incredible. She could not ignore it anymore, and her body shook with the desperate need for release.
"Do you want to cum, Amanda?" Freya asked sweetly.
"It's whatever you wish of me, mistress," she said breathlessly.
"You learn fast. I suppose that is a plus. You will remain where you are."
"Y-yes, mistress."
Amanda remained on all fours as Freya slipped out from under her. Amanda hung her head, breathing hard. A few moments later she felt a hand between her thighs from behind and then a touch to her pussy.
At first, she thought Freya was just going to turn it off again and leave her frustrated once more. She was sure she would cry if that happened. In fact, the tears had already begun to fill her eyes when she felt the fingers press harder into her.
She soared and crested. The throbbing was intense, so much so that she made not a sound, her hips jerking violently. Finally she found her voice and moaned, her orgasm wracking her body. The thing over her mound drew it out, almost to the excruciating proportions of that phallic-shaped device that had been used on her days before. Finally the climax did abate, and it left Amanda shaking.
However, she did not dare collapse. She remained on all fours, even as badly as her limbs trembled, until she was told otherwise.
"Is that all better now, slave?" Freya said in a mocking tone of voice.
"Yes, mistress," Amanda breathed. "Thank you, mistress."
Freya chuckled. She caressed one of Amanda's thighs, and for a frightening moment Amanda thought that the Overlord was going to activate it again. Instead, she slapped Amanda lightly on the ass and withdrew her hand. She picked up the end of the chain and gave it a snap.
"Stand up."
Amanda could not resist uttering a small groan as she struggled to her feet. Her legs trembled but held. There was a residual ache in her pussy from the force of her orgasm. She stood before her mistress and lowered her eyes, folding her hands before her.
Freya considered her young slave for a moment. She placed her fingers under Amanda's chin and lifted the girl's gaze to hers. "Hmm... better. Not yet there, but better. Hopefully it will not be long before I have you back in my Manor and I can train you properly."
Amanda just looked at Freya, trying not to outwardly react to this. Leaving the Manor was the worst thing that could happen to her. Now she was actually grateful for what that other Overlord had done. If it had delayed the Conclave by at least another day, it was another chance for Roquan to find a way to get her back.
At the same time, a little knowledge was a dangerous thing. She now knew enough about the system to realize that the hope she had for this was faint at best.
"You may rest now, Amanda," Freya said, gesturing towards the furs in the corner of the room. "I will likely have no further use for you tonight."
"Yes, mistress."
Amanda curled up on the furs, a small sigh coming from her as Freya secured the other end to one of the bedposts. She tried very hard not to let despair and depression overwhelm her.
She suddenly wished she had contact with Jollis again. For some reason, she felt like he would know what to do.
The rain had slackened by the time Jollis made his way from the merchant camp back into the Manor. Only a very light rain fell around him now, the air misty and moist and finally cool. Towards the west, some breaks in the clouds appeared, allowing hints of the deep purple of fading dusk to appear.
He made very sure to head straight for Sirinna's quarters, and to appear unconcerned with anything else. He avoided going near Roquan's quarters. He knew that Herdon was standing vigil over it, hidden somewhere in the trees off to the side between it and the path that wound down towards the outlying building where the Overlord's Portal lay.
Roquan politely but firmly turned away both Rennis and Doran when they came to his quarters early in the morning. He did not offer them any excuse whatsoever despite their puzzled looks. This was his Manor. It was time he began to assert some more control over it. He had no need to justify his actions. He had Amanda summoned to him, as he had the previous two mornings. For the first time in his memory, he actually felt anxious about meeting with one of his slaves. Amanda arrived, escorted...
Vanlo uttered a long sigh. He cast his tired eyes down at his patient. The bolt was out. The wound was closed and starting to knit. He applied more of the salve to it now that she could stand it, now that there was no longer raw muscle and tendon exposed, and it would start to knit a little faster. But the girl's skin was still deathly pale. The bolt had gone deep and nicked the major artery. Before they got her to Vanlo, she had bled profusely. Her breathing had been very shallow. She was...
"I am quite pleased you are here again, Rennis. I had not expected to see you again in person until the Conclave gathered." Overlord Rennis D'glounaas was rather pleased himself as he accepted the proffered goblet of wine from his host. It was good to see Roquan acting so warmly towards him again. Despite the fact that he knew the animosity between them was water under the bridge in the wake of the Emperor's treachery, it was one thing to see it over Farview and quite another to see it...
The merchants arrived at the Manor at dawn to little fanfare. To them, this was business as usual. Yes, there was the anticipation of additional riches from the affluent Overlords that would arrive the next day, and the usual excitement that accompanied the prospect of female companionship, as it did at any Manor they visited. The merchants dutifully set up their tents and their wares alongside the wide road just outside the gates of the Manor. Only once the sun had risen did the Overlord...
Doran was not to be deterred. He did not care what Roquan said to him. He did not care what Roquan was doing at the moment, even if he were in bed with one of his slaves. There was too much to talk about and too much to be done. He would not be turned away. He dutifully gave Roquan until the sun had risen fully above the eastern horizon. That would certainly give him enough time to have his morning meal and do whatever urgent Manor business needed his attention. He knew that there had been...
Overlord Weton D'honna was a dapper young man, the youngest of the Overlords present save for Freya. Supposedly this man already leaned in Roquan's direction, but Roquan was not sure what this was buying them. Where the other Overlords tended to be prejudicial in terms of Clan longevity, Roquan was in a similar way with age. He did not see this man, having been an Overlord for only five years, as very credible for his cause. Yet a vote was a vote, and beggars could not be choosers. Weton...
Roquan arrived in the Healer's office shortly after sunrise. He was greeted with a welcome sight: Amanda was on her own two feet and looking as if nothing had happened to her, save for one slash of faint pinkish-red on the side of one calf. Amanda actually smiled when she saw the Overlord approach. To even his own surprise, Roquan smiled back. Healer Vanlo, however, was not at all shy about his good humor. For the first time in a long while, he could say he had a good night's sleep. He...
Gronnus tried to reach Overlord Weton early in the morning just at dawn, but he overslept. In his worries over the very deal he was trying to save, he tossed and turned for a good part of the night. When he finally did fall into slumber, he was exhausted, and thus it was not until the sun had just risen above the horizon that he roused himself out of bed. By the time he reached Weton's quarters, the Overlord was already up and about, and no sooner had Gronnus left the area when he saw the...
Roquan had had a bad night. This was rare for him. Even in the middle of the crisis precipitated by the Imperial agent Yanna, he had never had serious trouble sleeping. Yet last night had been different. Everything that he had done and said in the course of the Conclave was coming back to haunt him. He had started to wonder if perhaps he indeed had Oceanus' best interests in mind from the start. Already irritated from lack of sleep, he was in no mood to hear what his Healer was telling...
The three Overlords -- Roquan, Rennis, and Doran -- emerged onto a low bluff at the northwest corner of the mansion, overlooking a wide expanse of beach through the trees. Rising up from the center was a wide, circular structure. It was built similar in design to living quarters. Solid wood poles were spaced evenly about the circumference of the structure, buttresses holding up a pointed, sloped roof. The thatch-and-wood walls, however, rose only to waist-height, and one was missing entirely...
Gronnus watched with smug satisfaction as he saw Overlord Berin D'flaar leaving Trennan's quarters. Seeing that helped offset the indignation he had felt against Freya for what she had pulled on him that morning. The gall of that woman! She was trying to take over the whole show. She had no idea what greater interests were being served here. Though he realized that if he had told her, she would more likely than not try turn it around to her advantage and his detriment. He had a short while...
At the same time Roquan contemplated the problem of his troublesome slave, on an island just to the northeast of the one upon which the D'ronstaq Manor sat, a man walked alone on a road through the dense tropical forest. He was known as the Wanderer. Indeed, his given name meant "Wandering Spirit" in his native lands, from a language few could speak fluently anymore in modern times. A terrible loss, he always felt, though he kept this to himself. His purpose was not to examine the past...
"I fear I may need to tender my resignation, your Lordship." Roquan looked up from the accounting parchment he was perusing and stared in confusion at his Healer. "Is this a joke, Vanlo?" Vanlo straightened and clasped his hands behind his back. "I wish it were. However, I feel that events of late have convinced me that I am aging past the point of usefulness to this Manor. If you wish, I can suggest a few colleagues from the Healer Guild that would serve as a...
Amanda patiently waited for her turn to eat breakfast as she lay stretched out on her stomach on her mistress' bed, her head propped up on her elbows. Her backside was still sore and pink from her paddling the day before, though it was tolerable if she did not put too much weight on it. Sirinna had again offered to take her to the Healer, but she had again refused. It wasn't all that bad now, and she felt it better to tough it out, if only to prove to herself that she could do it. Besides,...
"I am quite pleased you made it to the Manor early, Doran. I am feeling increasingly out of my element on the eve of the Conclave." Overlord Doran D'jorus breathed a windy sigh as he shook his head. He nodded his thanks as he accepted the goblet from his host. He took a long pull at it before speaking. "Not that we have all that much more time to prepare, Roquan!" He waved a beefy hand towards the door, which had been left open to admit the cooling evening breeze. "What we have now is...
Rennis dashed up the path to Roquan's quarters, smoothing down his hair as best he could. He cursed himself for oversleeping again. He was loathe to admit that this constant shuttling back and forth between his own Manor and Roquan's was starting to take its toll on him. It was a full day by boat and another half day over land to get from the D'glounaas Manor to the D'ronstaq Manor. He sorely wished Roquan's father had founded the Manor closer to the island's only port. When he burst...
Emperor Z'haas was not a patient man by any stretch of the imagination in less eventful times, and even less so once he received word that the Conclave had started. He had given Gronnus a quarter moon, yet he found himself anxious for word of progress after only the second day. He summoned the Overlord over Farview late that morning. There was a long pause before it was answered, Z'haas having to restrain himself from passing his hand over the pearl again and again. "Your timing is very...
The Wanderer stood at the threshold to his bedchamber, gazing through a small gap between the curtain and the edge of the frame. He peered at the still form of Sirinna as she lay on her bed, her sides rising and falling slowly and steadily. He had already checked on Amanda moments before and found her fast asleep as well. Carefully, the merchant slipped past the curtain, crouching as he made his way as silently as possible towards the exit. He was not concerned with Sirinna waking and seeing...
The Wanderer lived up to his name. Or at least inasmuch as it would seem to someone watching him. In reality, Jollis had his path well thought out. He knew Roquan would be quite busy that day with the opening of the Conclave. However, he wished to insure that he could catch the Overlord at some point before the man retired for the evening. It was very important for him to meet with the man, to establish a rapport with the Overlord. In effect, to build the man's trust. This would be...
"My dear Gronnus, just what was that all about?" Gronnus returned Freya's cool look with a level one of his own as the two of them stood on the path just outside the gazebo. "Why, whatever do you mean, Freya?" "Do not play coy with me," she said, a warning tone edging into her voice. "You practically challenged Roquan to a final debate and vote right then and there." "The other Overlords might have taken me up on it had not that windbag Doran droned on about tradition. What would...
The Wanderer was a man of instincts. His training had taught him how to search for that inner guide that could offer him the quickest path to enlightenment. When done properly, he could summon up the same answer that his analytical mind would have spent twice as long in determining. Those instincts now told him he should be ready for a major change. He could see the growing exhaustion on the Overlord's face as the two of them spoke shortly after the evening meal. As the conversation...
In truth, had Amanda not been as nervous about the deflowering, she might not have flown off the handle like that. She already felt guilty about it by the time they turned down the path to Roquan's quarters. She quickly ceased to dwell on such matters, however, as the Overlord's residence loomed ahead of her. Despite the fact that she remained in full sun all the way to the door, she felt it casting a shadow over her nonetheless. Chain or no chain, she had to resist the urge to bolt. It...
Hi ISS readers. I am a male from Hyderabad. This is my first one so please don’t mind about spell mistakes. When I was studying intermediate there was chemistry teacher named Vani. She dint look curvy when I saw her first time. One day while she was explaining a problem to my adj bench students she bent a little to write something. That was the 1st time I saw the real shape of woman’s boob. It was shining like anything with a tight green blouse. I wasn’t able to turn my head from that view....
Man, sometimes I wonder what the deal is with them Black women in the Confederation of Canada. As a Black man, they mystify me. The name is Stanley Mondesir. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I’m originally from the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I moved to boring little Ottawa because my parents had no money for my schooling. My father, Etienne Mondesir is a police officer in Boston and my mother Astrid Xavier Mondesir is a...
>,>, Inspired once more by the art of DeTomasso … This time, bouncing off from the fact he and others have done some many different versions of the character. 1. It was never established as an official thing, and it hadn’t ended on very good terms, but for a few months Margie Bannon had been a sort of apprentice of Lara Croft, assisting her on a couple of expeditions. And during that period she had got very good at mimicking Lara’s style. At first it was just a silly joke between them. A...
"Ray rang for you. He said could you ring him back before four," Mum told me as I entered the room. I was still dazed from Abi's admission only a few seconds earlier and barely registered Mum spread out on the couch scribbling over some paperwork, let alone compute what she said. I jerked my head towards her when I noticed her presence and she clapped her hands together to get my attention. "Ray rang for you. He said could you ring him back before four," she repeated, her eyes bearing...
It is an ancient custom at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for the new intake of pupils, upon arrival at the school, to first line up in front of the Sorting Hat to begin the process that in some ways will determine their experiences for the rest of their school days, and perhaps their lives. Professor McGonagall tapped a spoon upon a glass. Although faint, the clink of the glass, like the ringing of a bell, could clearly be heard, commanding instant silence. "First of all, let...
*** Author’s note. This intro to this chapter is mostly story building. This is so that the powers Raell and future character have makes sense. I am limiting the background information, but if you want more information, message me. Thanks!*** Drake stayed curled up, sobbing softly, for a few more minutes. He was filled with self-pity, wishing to have his old life back, wishing to not have to eat and drink like an animal, wishing he could just wear some clothes. He’d never thought he would miss...
(Author’s Note: This is a ‘what if’ side story for The Perfect Pussy series. I never felt that I really had a chance to let Waylon talk about his feelings for Keni and think over what drove him over the edge. A lot of you have suggested that for his crimes he be locked up or sent to a mental hospital, maybe he will agree with you, but let him speak for himself and then decide from there okay, after all this is still America and the process of being innocent until proven guilty is still a part...
so I did I though her parents would be home and they were not.. i was playing on the computer and she needed to check her email so she said can i use it for a sec i said sure and before i could stand up she set on my lap, at 1st i did not think any thing of it. then she would move around and before u know it i was getting a boner I said srry about that she said do not worry about it, and asked me why its hard and explained it to her. she said I m a virgin and want to have sex one day but I m...
I would need more than luck if I were late for breakfast with my mother. She insisted on two things, that we start and finish the day together. I had to have breakfast with her and I had to stop by her room each night for a goodnight kiss. Most nights, that was only the start. She was a very affectionate mother. I slipped on the silk Japanese robe she had given me and padded out barefoot past the Olympic sized swimming pool in the bright California sunshine. My parents were both very...
I tried to clear my head with an extra vigorous workout but it didn't work. Being self employed provided the time to take really good care of myself. I was proud of being 32 but not looking it. I am 5'6" toned body, olive skin and long dark brown hair that framed my thin face that was complimented with high cheek bones. Although right now it was Eva's body that was clouding my every thought. A few days ago I ran into her mom and was happy to find out that she was planning a trip back...
Getting Gangbanged By BBC Sorry for the english it's not my native. This happened during Tourist season in my local area. Where im from we use Mini Van's for public transportation mostly a bit older version. At the end of a working day i was waiting for some transport going home, and mostly the mini van's are overloaded with people so i tend to wait till one passes that isnt that full. And after a few mins i was lucky to be jumo into one that was empty. So i went sitting in the back wich i...
It was just one of those days. I didn’t hear my alarm clock, couldn’t find matching socks, missed my bus and was thirty-four minutes late for work. Exactly. I know because my boss told me about sixteen times when I walked through the door. Everybody has one of those days every once in a while, but lately it seemed like every second day it was my turn to have one of those days. Everything was catching up on me and I was beginning to feel like I would never outrun any of my problems. When I got...
It was October of 1978. It had been over a month since I had seen Kelly. She had started college in Milwaukee. She’d let me know that there had been a house party that had turned pretty wild and that there was much more to tell. I was still living with my folks and with our only telephone hanging in the kitchen, and two sisters hanging around, Kelly never got into juicy details over the phone.The house party had worked. The ice had been broken and Wayne and Artie, along with John, Brian and...
College Sex?Fun on the River? PrologueThe Right Hon Mrs Grace de Vere Cobblehaugh sighed deeply. Mrs Cobblehaugh (pronounced ?cobbler?) was not happy. Yet why should this be? The heiress to the vast de Vere estate had every right to be content with her lot. After all, she was a beautiful, intelligent woman with a handsome, dashing husband. It was a glorious summer day in 1895, and the lawn outside her holiday cottage stretched down to a pretty little river. She was wealthy; she was healthy; she...
It was sudden. It was unexpected. It was overpowering. It happened in the canned meat, canned fish, condiments, and cooking-oil aisle at ASDA. I was dutifully following behind my wife, pushing the trolley, when over the Public Address system came the sweet, smooth, soulful sound of the late, very late, great Jim Reeves singing “He’ll have to Go.“ Put your sweet lips a little closer to the phone let’s pretend that we’re together all alone I’ll tell the guy to turn the jukebox way down...
I don't even know why I am posting this here but I don't know what else to do with it. This happened to me in the summer of 2009. Me and my friend (let's call him Mike) were hanging out at my house watching TV, playing video games, etc. It was about as ordinary of a summer day as possible, around 2 pm. One of my chores was cutting the grass and for whatever reason my mom was adamant that I finished before my dad got home from work that day. So I went outside, cut the grass like any other time...
In three weeks they would be headed to Hawaii. Tim was excited. He was in love with his wife, Jane. Who wouldn't be? She was the kind of woman to die for. Dark auburn hair, long lashes, deep blue eyes that you could swim in. Her body was amazing. Although she was slim and fit, she had plump full breasts. They were heavy and full of milk. Ready for their c***dren, he thought. If pregnant, she could easily breast feed a small village. And her ass was round, firm, forming a perfect "W" from...
“So, tell me, what do you think of her,” Janice whispered to Matt. Matt and Janice were sat near the rear of the lecture theatre. The room was only half full, with about thirty or so students occupying it, but for some reason they always chose seats towards the back. Matt had hoped that one day Janice would unexpectedly slip down and suck his cock for him while he took notes. They weren’t even on kissing terms yet, but Matt hoped that they would be, one day soon. He was actually looking forward...
College SexUnknown to the other men, Dave and Carl had arrived and walked up behind them, listening to what THEY were saying. They were in the right position to see all of the participants, still naked bodies. They just listened until they heard the one man tell Chloe that SHE would have to give EVERYBODY a shot of pussy. Chloe had resigned herself to getting fucked many times, whether she liked it or not. Falina was beginning to wonder if SHE would be told SHE had to give them pussy, as well.Both were...
Hypatia shuddered in the drawing room, overcome by the note. Fear, Anger, Anxiety, Lust, a dozen emotions swept through her. She felt faint, sinking quietly onto the chaise lounge, reading for the tenth time the stinging words it displayed. Dearest Hypatia – A lie, in the salutation, no less! It is with great sorrow that I break off our engagement. I have been a bounder and a cad, constantly endangering your reputation with society – As if I minded! I was in love! My behavior has been quite...
2 sisters na apna bahai ko chod dala. Mara paros main aik family rehtee hai, jis main 4 log hayin. 2 sisters name anjali or juile age 18 & 20 very sexy having slim body, figure 34d 26 32 & 36b 26 36, aik bahai name ramish age 18, un ka pita ka dhayan ho chuka hai mom aik private firm main kam karte hayin. Aeya aga ki story anjali sa sunta hayin. Hello readers how r u apna comments sunny ko zaroor send karna, we will reply accordingly. Hamara chota bahai ramish jis sa mom bohat pyar karte hai jo...
Meet Officer Lee. He’s a cop. He’s not a bad cop…but sometimes he “bends the rules”, so to speak. Today’s a great example. On his way to work, he’s decided to drop off his wife at her work. Her name is McKenzie Lee, and she’s a stripper. This, of course, is a violation of police procedure. And when his car konks out while he’s giving his stripper wife a ride to her club, well…he can’t just take his car to The Yard to have it...
xmoviesforyouKaty heard the door slam and knew that her brother was home from football practice. ‘Katy! Where are you,’ James called, ‘I was wondering if you could make us dinner?’ Us? Katy wondered. She walked downstairs in her pajamas, a tight black low cut tank top and some short purple shorts that showed off her long tan legs and the curve of her ass, unaware they had company. ‘Um, sure, what do you….’ She cut off at the sight of Jett, her brother’s long time best friend and her long time crush. ...
Apache Torture By Shabbadew2002 Contact me at [email protected] CHAPTER 1: CAPTURE It was a cold fall in 1876. The Arizona desert and nighttime was falling. Abigail Hart sat in a rocking chair by the fire and listened to the coyotes as the day’s shadows lengthened. She pulled her shawl tighter around her shoulders. Her husband had left four days prior to round up strays. He should have been back, but hadn’t returned and she was worried. The high desert was a lonely and sometimes...
Aria Banks calls her friend Jessica Marie to tell her that she’s been made captain of the cheerleading squad and since her stepdad Filthy Rich is the coach, she can come over to try out for the team. Jessica says she’s grounded, but her stepdad Nicky Rebel agrees to let her go if he comes with her. Once the stepdads meet each other, Filthy explains how intimate the try out process can be, and sends Aria with Nicky upstairs while he tests Jessica’s flexibility. Aria keeps Nicky busy in the most...
xmoviesforyouI have always wanted to see my wife with another man. Even when we were newlyweds, I use to love to rent pornos where the wife would sleep with men while the husband watched. As we got older I began to tell her about my fantasies. At first she was shocked and little by little she would get turned on. My wife still has her shape, D cups and an ass to die for. She always get stares, especially when she wears tight pants or a tight shirt. We have been married for 15 years, so I am very secure in...
As I follow Connor to his house I have time to think about everything that has happened thus far tonight. I cant believe some of what has happened already. I had never done anything like what I did at the restaurant. I almost wonder if it really happened. I gave Connor a blow job and the waiter watched. I know it happened though because I can still taste his cum in my mouth. Connor said he was going to punish me when we get back to his house. The thought terrifies me. It also turn me on so...
“Daddy, can Selina stay the night?” Clarissa asks bouncing into the living room in a pair of jean shorts and a white form fitting tank top. “Of course she can.” I tell her. “Thank you.” She chirps giving me a quick kiss on the cheek before skipping out of the room, no doubt going to get Selina. The day is unbearably hot so I make a pitcher of fresh lemonade filled with ice and then I change into a pair of shorts and head out to the pool with the pitcher and a glass. I’m relaxing in the pool...
Stephanie answered the door in a strapless black dress that came just below her twat. It was a "fuck me" kind of elastic garment, showing off her slim curves. She had no bra on, and felt sexy as hell. Jack's prick jumped at her gorgeous appearance. "Good evening, Jack. We met last year in the shop." "You didn't look like this" he replied. She smiled broadly. "The boss' wife is supposed to be reserved, but his ex wife acts for herself." She stepped back and he entered. "Matty has...
We have seen how quietly Mademoiselle Danglars and Mademoiselle d'Armilly accomplished their transformation and flight; the fact being that every one was too much occupied in his or her own affairs to think of theirs. We will leave the banker contemplating the enormous magnitude of his debt before the phantom of bankruptcy, and follow the baroness, who after being momentarily crushed under the weight of the blow which had struck her, had gone to seek her usual adviser, Lucien Debray. The...
I was in a shanghai karaoke and met a young hostess Ms Su (age 21). she was quite a demure young girl who shouldnt be working in such places. my business associates had flirtatious hostess who encouraged physical flirting in the private room. As I was only there to entertained them, I was fortunate to be matched with Ms Su. We spent most time chatting and I respectfully treated her like a friend. she tried to do her job by hugging me and holding my hands whenver her "mummy" entered the room. by...
EroticIntroduction: Mom welcomes her son home from a war. I joined the Army out of high school, was going to make a career of it. Two tours in Iraq, herding civilians, wondering whether I should shoot the sonabitch walking up to me with a smile put an end to that. Re-up was a few months away. I wrote my Mother and asked her to find out if I would be pulled back in if I took a discharge. She had worked for lawyers and knew how to get info. She sent back a copy of a letter from a politician saying I...
Beautiful brunette with big juicy tits Ella Knox loves to look at herself in the mirror. She’s in her room playing with her massive breasts and checking herself out when Dylan walks in. He asks her what she’s doing. She simply says that she’s checking her body out and wonders what she would look like with a cock in her mouth. Nothing more needs to be said for Dylan to propose she suck his dick and watch herself while doing it. The buxom babe starts swallowing his thick shaft...
xmoviesforyouChapter XXXVI: JB Is a Boy When we got home Mama made me carry some bags into my room, and then I started playing with my dolls but, before I even got started, Mommy called me into the den. She wanted to see my new clothes and, after I had shown her the dress I had on I had to go back and get all the bags and try on everything! All over again! That was getting my clothes changed about four hundred times today. Then Mommy showed me what she had bought today while I was...
Mark Resumes the Narrative: The teams that were to quarantine the southern ports led by Gwyn and Sererena were the last to return. The rest of us had been very anxious about their tardiness, and Ken had suggested that it might be necessary to send some people to check on them if they didn't return soon. They all trooped into the main house at Hickory Hill shortly after that. We were all amazed to see that they had two extra men with them. Men who appeared to be very thin and quite tired,...
Chapter 9: Return of a Soldier Coming back from the Lake I was ready for the next case. Thomas was smiling again around the office. ‘Abigail I just heard from our next case. It’s going to be quite interesting down right mesmerizing case. There is a little more pre information on this one.’ He said with a nod in his head. Having this much pre information just never happened. I took the chart wanting to get right on it. ‘Thank you I will get right to it.’ I said already looking through the...