haughty

Author’s note: This episode, unusually, focuses on the villains of the story, and is therefore somewhat darker than my usual style. These characters are not, after all, meant to be very sympathetic or likeable! I don’t know whether that’s a good thing, or a bad one, but either way, Sarlene’s Touch will be back to its more typical self from episode 40.









“…and with that,” Yelvann was saying, “the temple of Pardror will be crippled until it is far too late for them to interfere with our plans. By the time any of them are able to look around, the ceremony will already have been completed, and the Presence will reign supreme.”



The skinny necromancer stepped back, into the ring of hooded conspirators, the Presence’s chosen disciples and future rulers of Haredil. Eristacia found her suggestion, involving as it did a horde of undead, rather distasteful, but it was all a means to an end. The most important end of all, the Presence was whispering in her mind, worth whatever it takes. The Presence did not speak to her directly, not in words, the way it apparently did to Lady Amloth, but she could feel its urgings, expressed in emotions and concepts, always at the back of her mind, pushing her forward. Right now, it was telling her that everything was assured, that its triumph – and hers – were close at hand.



Eristacia turned to face the drow, standing not far from her in the ring, her jet black face and keen amber eyes peering out from the hood of her long cloak. As always at these meetings, she wore the same black hooded robes over her regular clothing as did all the other conspirators, although she added a silver chain around her shoulders, and, somehow, her robes always seemed more figure-hugging than anyone else’s.



“Thank you, Yelvann,” said Lady Amloth. “Now that that is in place, we are fully prepared. In two days time, my agent will deliver the censer from its safe-keeping, and Domand,” she nodded in the direction of the priest, “will deliver the sacrifice. The night after tomorrow, we will all gather in the agreed upon place, except for Yelvann, of course, who will be directing the attack.”



“Won’t that be a problem?” It was Tenik who was speaking, a captain in the city guard, “Don’t we all need to be there to perform the ceremony? I mean, I know we can all take part in the actual sacrifice through the mental link… but before that, don’t we all need to…?” He left the words dangling, the meaning obvious.



“To gang rape the sweet little novice nun?” asked Amloth, with a flash of white teeth against her black lips, “I think you misunderstand that part of the ceremony. The ceremony demands that the sacrifice be the victim of a terrible betrayal. That Domand, her priest and mentor, a respected follower of her god, is going to deflower her and then hand her over to the rest of us as a plaything. That is how we satisfy the condition of betrayal, but no more. The betrayal does not have to be sexual in nature, I simply chose that method because it will be fun. There is no need for us all to be involved; a trusted guardian and role model letting you be sexually tortured by eleven people, besides himself, is hardly less of a betrayal than if it were twelve.”



She waved her hand dismissively, “Yelvann is needed elsewhere, and that is all there is to it. The ceremony works just as well if she is not physically present with the rest of us. I trust there are no further questions?” There was silence from the assembled conspirators. “Everybody knows what they have to do?” They all nodded.



“Then,” the drow said, smiling again, “we are all agreed. This will be our last meeting before the ceremony. In just three sunrises’ time, we will be ruling Haredil in the Presence’s name. Demons shall walk the streets at our command, and the full power of the Presence will be unleashed. We shall be lords and ladies of unparalleled power, and have vengeance over all those who have wronged us. All of our hearts’ desires shall be ours. All praise the Presence!”



“All praise the Presence!” echoed twelve voices, Eristacia’s among them.



“Go now, and prepare yourselves.”



The meeting was at an end, and the assembled conspirators began to file out of the hidden underground chamber. Eristacia stood for a moment, her heart beating rapidly with the excitement. They were so close! Her family, who had so unfairly cut her from her inheritance, who had kept her marginalised and out of power, would soon suffer terrible ignominy for their betrayal. She, Eristacia, would govern the new court, and they would be nothing, her prisoners to play with as she wished. Most of them would have to die, of course, begging for mercy that would never come, but she would like to keep some alive, just as toys for her amusement.



She realised that Amloth had approached her as she was thinking. Domand was with her, a tall and imposing presence, long dark hair brushed back beneath his cowl. “Eristacia,” said the drow, her voice purring, “would you like to join us for a drink and a little night time entertainment? There are still a couple of days to go, and no reason that we cannot get ourselves in the mood a little. And I realise that you and I have not had the pleasure…” she paused, suggestively, before concluding, “…of each other’s company. As one noble to another, I think it is time we rectified that, don’t you?”



The human woman hesitated. Lady Amloth was a drow, which was effectively the same thing as an elf, and she had made it quite clear before that she drew no distinction between men and women when it came to her bedchamber. Yet Eristacia herself just could not see the attraction in coupling with another woman… which it seemed was what the leader of the conspiracy was suggesting. She was human; no matter what the drow thought should be the case, she just didn’t find other women attractive. It was why she had tried to insist that the sacrifice should be a man, albeit to no avail.



“I am sure Domand here will also be stimulating company,” said Amloth, apparently seeing the source of her reservation.



That changed things. Domand was a handsome man, only a few years older than herself, with a broad chest and strong shoulders. She had never particularly thought about it before, but if he was going to be involved… well that was an entirely different matter.



“I accept, of course,” she said graciously, “as one noble to another, as you say.”



She glanced at Domand, eyeing him up. Oh, yes, this might well be enjoyable.



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Eristacia was somewhat disappointed to discover that she and Domand were not the only ones that her ladyship had invited back to her home. Tenik’s attendance did not particularly concern her much; as a guardsman he was athletic and fit, a younger man who felt that he had been passed over for promotion. He was fairly good looking, with a short haircut and an erect bearing that she found quite attractive. If, by some chance, Amloth was to choose Domand as her partner for the night, Tenik would make an acceptable consolation prize.



The other guest was a different matter. Scaggs was somebody high up in the Thieves’ Guild, an institution consisting entirely of the lower sort of person. His hair was lank and a little balding on top, but more to the point he was unshaven, cheaply dressed and had the sort of appalling diction and ignorance of proper grammar that seemed so common among the lower classes. She understood that his connections and even his skills were useful to the conspiracy, but that did not mean she wanted to socialise with the distasteful little oik.



But here they were, the five of them, sitting in plush velvet-lined chairs in a meeting room decorated with a most… indecorous tapestry. Some of the acts depicted on it were quite shocking, although she supposed she might as well get used to the idea, considering what she would be taking part in in just a few days’ time. In fact, she reflected, they could give her some ideas for what she might do to a few of her inconsiderate relatives when she had them at her mercy.



Her younger sister, for example, had always been her father’s favourite, showered with gifts, despite her giggly, rather vapid, personality. Eristacia might enjoy watching… no, better yet, she would enjoy making her father watch while his sweet daughter was stripped naked and then fucked by a well-endowed demon in front of a jeering crowd. The thought, she had to admit, made her rather excited.



The conversation so far had largely been about the wine, which was certainly good. She supposed that such quality would still be available after they had turned Haredil into a demon-haunted city, with themselves as the rulers. After all, surely they could import what they wanted to live their lives of luxury? The Presence would reward its most loyal servants, that was the whole point.



They had discarded their hooded cloaks, and both Domand and Tenik turned out to be well dressed under theirs, with the priest wearing informal, but smart, clerical robes, and the guardsman’s dark jacket bearing the badge of his office. The less said about Scaggs the better, but Amloth… well, she was wearing clothes that were quite daring.



The drow’s skirt, if you could call it that, consisted of two long strips of indigo material hanging from a belt, a narrow strap of black cloth the only fabric over her rounded hips, and that all but invisible against the similar colour of her skin. Her upper garment rose from the belt as two strips of soft purple cloth, running over her breasts, where two triangular wings were held together across her cleavage by a sapphire and gold clasp, to pull over her shoulders and meet somewhere behind the nape of her neck. Apart from that, a number of silver bangles, and a pair of knee-high black leather boots, the drow wasn’t wearing anything at all.



The clothing, unsuitable though it was for most purposes, undoubtedly suited the dark elf, showing off her curvaceous body, flat belly and slender arms. The skirt, which decorated more than it concealed, allowed Amloth to show off her thighs, and jewellery offset the rest of her clothes perfectly. Eristacia supposed that she too, would have to worry nothing about convention once the Presence had triumphed. But even so, such clothing would not be for her; if nothing else, she preferred to entice men by what she concealed, rather than with what she showed off.



The drow’s hair was down tonight, falling in pure white waves over her shoulders, complementing and enhancing the deep black of her skin. That skin was darker than that of any Jalibian, or of any other human she had ever heard of. Even the darkest of Jalibians had a hint of brown in their skin, but here there was no trace of that at all, as if Amloth were painted all over with a pure black ink.



“I find it strange,” said the drow at one point, out of the blue, “that humans limit themselves so much in their desires. Even my light elven kin do not act in such a way, as if procreation were the sole purpose of sexuality. How strange it must be to look upon another person of the same sex, understanding intellectually that they are attractive, yet feeling no personal desire for them.” She looked pointedly at Eristacia as she spoke, and the human felt herself blushing slightly.



“Not all humans are like that,” pointed out Tenik, “I even know a few in the guard. They just keep quiet about it.”



“Oh, true, but even so, it does not seem to be the norm among your kind. Why, I would imagine that our little sacrifice will be doubly shocked to discover that women will be taking part in her torment.”



Domand nodded, “the novice I have chosen is, I believe, both innocent and naïve. I doubt she would even have conceived of such a thing. Gods,” he added with a grin, “I am really going to enjoy parting those sweet little thighs of hers.”



“Hmm…” said Amloth thoughtfully, taking a sip of wine and running her pink tongue around her lips. “I am curious, though, exactly what it is you intend to do to her, Eristacia. We all know that you would have preferred a man.”



“Well, quite,” she said, trying to keep the pique out of her voice, and not quite succeeding, “although I dare say there will be enough time for such things afterwards.”



“So?” prompted the drow, her voice more curious than anything else, “for myself I have a particularly large strap-on that I have not yet had the chance to try out, but what of you? You must have something in mind.”



Eristacia shifted slightly in her chair, the conversation making her feel a little uncomfortable. “Well, yes, of course, I have an idea,” she snipped, glancing about at the men. Domand and Tenik looked intrigued, while Scaggs was just leering. At Amloth’s silent urging, she went on, “if you must know, I had a suitably sized implement carved from ivory, and engraved with an image of the Sun God. I shall make her fornicate with a representation of her own deity.”



Both Domand and Amloth laughed at that. “You see,” said the drow, “I told you she was inventive! What a delightful idea. But now,” she said, downing the last of her drink, and placing the goblet on the floor, “I do believe it is time for some entertainment. Eristacia, my dear, as a first time visitor here, why don’t you begin?”



The noblewoman raised an eyebrow, looking at the other four, all of whom were smiling with anticipation. “Very well,” she said, “what… well, how does this work?”



“Oh, I think you can begin, my dear,” said Amloth, “with a striptease. I am sure we would all enjoy watching that? Everyone?” she glanced around, as if seeking confirmation. All three men nodded eagerly, which Eristacia supposed was hardly a surprise.



The noblewoman opened her mouth and then closed it again, unable to think of anything to say. She was being asked to strip in front of the others, like some sort of dancing girl? She had never done such a thing in her life, and certainly not with an audience. She would not mind, perhaps, doing so for Domand, or even Tenik, but, of course, she had assumed that the night of passion she had been led to expect would involve a private room.



Thinking back, she should have realised that was unlikely. They were, all of them, planning to take part in a mass orgy in a few days time; something that Amloth had recently admitted was simply her idea of fun. As soon as she discovered that the drow had invited three men over, in addition to herself, she should have known that a smaller scale version of the same event – albeit without an unwilling victim – was what she had had in mind. She might well want to spend a night with Domand, for instance, but in just two days time she was going to be standing there watching him have his way with another woman. You could hardly call that romantic.



She was surprised to find, though, that she was beginning to find that, despite her initial reaction, the thought of stripping off in front of the other four was a little exciting. Perhaps it was the Presence, at the back of her mind, urging her on, overriding her natural inhibitions. But she had already agreed to do much worse, so what did this matter? Or was that the Presence speaking too?



It didn’t matter; she wasn’t going to back down. Eristacia stood, and began to undo her belt.



“Put some movement into it,” that was Scaggs, “let’s see yer dance, darlin’.”



She cast him an icy look. She was not going to be ordered about by the likes of him! He flinched slightly in response, although his leering grin only faltered a little as he did so. Eristacia tossed her hair and turned her back on him, the other three moving their chairs slightly to get a better look. Well, at least they were interested, and more polite than the scruffy ruffian now sitting behind her – and seemingly too chastised to change his position now.



Or perhaps the thief liked looking at women’s rears. If so, that was none of her concern, at least she wouldn’t have to watch him feasting his eyes on her, even if she was well aware that was probably what he was doing. Lady Amloth’s evident interest was a little disturbing, to be sure, but she could still focus her attention on the other two men.



She ran her hands down her flanks, smoothing the dress, no longer gathered up by the belt. It was expensive, of course, although by no means the most valuable she owned. She was still reasonably slender, although not so young as she once had been, and it gave her a little thrill to see how intent on her Tenik and Domand were. She could make men desire her, and that was good.



She raised her hand to her pearl necklace, but Amloth shook her head. “Oh no, my dear, leave that on. It’s so you.”



She smiled slightly, at what she took to be a complement, and let go of the jewellery. Instead, she reached down to pull off her shoes. It was a little awkward, doing so standing there, and she doubted there was anything much sexual in her movement. But then, what did they expect? She was a daughter of an influential noble house, not a common dancer who had been trained to do such things.



Nonetheless, she raised the hem of her skirt slowly, giving a slightly wiggle of her hips as she did so; she could at least try, after all. Domand licked his lips, although she could not help noticing that it was Lady Amloth who looked most appreciative. How that was going to turn out she didn’t know, and rather than thinking about it, she continued to move her dress upwards, pulling it over her head with a little difficulty, bearing in mind the necklace she still wore.



She dropped the garment to the floor, standing there before the three of them, bare arms wrapped around herself, thighs held together and calves slightly apart. As was the current fashion among the wealthy, she wore a corset over her shift, which was itself decorated with rather expensive white lace. One by one, she began to pull at the ties of the corset – it did up at the front, which was fortunate – and tried to ignore the fact that Tenik had pushed his hands down the front of his trews. He, Amloth, and Domand all looked enrapt as she continued to remove the heavy item, eventually taking it off and resting it beside her dress.



“So, what do you think?” she said, raising her arms above her head, and moving in what she hoped was a sinuous motion. The Presence continued to whisper in her mind, tempting her to go further, and she was already beginning to feel a flush of warmth in her loins, anticipation burning from what was, for her, quite daring behaviour.



“Looks lovely, darlin’. Yer got a great arse.” It was Scaggs’ voice, suddenly standing right behind her, spoiling her mood. Before she could say anything, he had wrapped his arms around her, grabbing and squeezing her breasts through the thin fabric of her shift. “Smashin’ knockers, an’ all,” added the thief.



She gasped in shock, and pulled away from him, whirling round to glare at the obnoxious ruffian. The indecency of his leer was, if anything, even more irritating than before. “I must ask you to keep your hands under control, my good man!” she said, in her most imperious tone.



“My ‘ands is perfectly under my control,” he said with a grin, “and that ain’t the last place they’ll be goin’, neither.”



“Well, really! I think you should learn some manners, Mr. Scaggs.”



“Come on, yer know what we’re going to do.”



“Don’t think you’ll be so lucky. You are not the only man here, you know, and you are most certainly not the top of my list.”



“I’ll have yer screamin’ out my name in passion before we’re done, darlin’.”



“I really do not think so!”



“Is that a bet?”



“I beg your pardon?”



“Oh yes,” said Amloth, leaning forward, “I like the sound of that. I’ll bet ten gold coins that Mr. Scaggs here is correct.”



“He most certainly is not!”



“Then we are agreed on the wager,” said the drow.



“What?” Eristacia’s mind was whirling… had she actually just agreed to something? “No, I didn’t…”

“Mr. Scaggs will make the same wager, of course, as he initiated the gamble. You and he will entertain the rest of us, and if he cannot make you scream out – and it must be in passion, as he said, then both he and I lose the wager.”



“No, wait…” said Eristacia, looking plaintively in Domand’s direction, “that wasn’t what I…”



“You want more than a financial wager? I suppose that is reasonable enough. I tell you what: if you win, well, you will get to choose either of these fine men to do with as you wish. On the other hand, if he and I win, then Mr. Scaggs will have had his enjoyment, but I…” she paused for a moment, considering, before snapping her fingers. “Of course, how obvious. If I win, then, despite this so called ‘heterosexuality’ thing of yours, I will get to fuck you as well. How does that sound?”



The noblewoman looked at Amloth in shock, her mind whirling as she tried to take in the turn of events. Scaggs was most certainly not her preferred partner, but another woman was even further down the list, and at least if she won it ensured some rather more enjoyable sex with Domand afterward. The Presence was egging her on, twisting her own thoughts and clouding her judgement, as she found herself saying “I agree,” without ever having consciously decided to speak.



At least it shouldn’t be hard to win the bet.



“All right!” said Scaggs, undoing his belt, as she turned round to see that he had already removed his shirt. He was a reasonably muscular man, albeit with a few small scars on his hairy torso, and a couple of tattoos that, to her mind, only made him look more plebeian. “I will be makin’ yer scream, darlin’. Easiest bet I ever won. Most fuckin’ fun, an’ all!”



“We will see about that,” she informed him, although that only served to encourage him to continue pulling off his trews.



“On yer knees, darlin’,” he said, and, without thinking, she followed his instruction.



She found herself face to face with his under-shorts, which were made of a really cheap looking cloth and – oh, how gross – were a little stained. The tenting bulge behind them was unmistakable, though. She glanced over at the other three, to see Domand and Tenik standing, beginning to undress as Amloth leaned back in her chair, eyes constantly flicking between the others.



Scaggs removed the loathsome item of clothing, to reveal his swelling erection. “Bet you never done it with no one like me before,” he said, accurately enough, “all silk sheets and pampered boys for your sort, ain’t it? You’re gonna find out what it’s like to be with a real man tonight, darlin’. Bet them posh kids is dickless, ain’t seen nothing like this before, have yer?”



He stroked his cock, rising from a nest of scraggly pubes and, then, to her shock, slapped it twice against her face. “Massive, innit? Now wrap your laughing tackle round it, darlin’, and get suckin’.”



“I would ask you not to speak to me in that tone of voice, Mr. Scaggs,” she told him, witheringly. “The terms of the wager do not entitle you to berate me, you uncouth ruffian.”



Quite frankly, she didn’t see what he had to boast about, either. There didn’t seem to be anything exceptional about his cock at all, beyond the fact that it was currently almost shoved in her face. She turned round to glance at Domand, just in time to see him pulling down his own under-shorts, exposing his own, rapidly stiffening, erection. She almost sighed with regret; it was much larger than Scaggs’s meagre member and yet it was Amloth who was now stroking her hand along its length. But the only way to get that inside her tonight was to go through with what she was already doing.



“Yeah, speak to me like that again, darlin’,” said the thief, his voice husky, “nah, on second thoughts, don’t, ‘cos I’m waitin’.”



He waved his cock towards her mouth again. It was not something she had done before, considering it beneath her dignity as a person of distinction. Yet now she was going to have to do it, and, moreover, with an audience. Although, glancing round, neither of the other men were looking in her direction any more, instead admiring the drow as she stroked both of them. Unfortunately for Eristacia, Amloth’s own amber eyes showed that she was more interested in the spectacle before her than in the men standing on either side.



Gingerly, she took hold of Scaggs’s cock with one hand and pulled it into her mouth. The thief let out a sigh of contentment as she began to run her tongue along his shaft. He tasted rather sweaty, and it didn’t help that his groin was almost pressed against her nose. He probably needed to wash more often, although she supposed that it could have been worse.



“Oh, yeah, darlin’… suck on that…” groaned her partner, his hips beginning to move involuntarily, as he looked down to watch himself sliding in and out of her mouth. “Oh, fuck, that’s good…” He grabbed her hair, pulling her into him so that the tip of his cock thrust up against the back of her throat, making her snort as she tried to breathe. Scaggs pumped his hips harder against her face, his balls slapping against her chin until she forcefully pulled herself away, spitting and wiping away the dribble from her mouth.



“Yer ain’t done yet,” he told her, and she took him back into her mouth again, sucking on him harder this time, to his evident enjoyment. She wasn’t sure how she wanted this to end. She didn’t want to end up with a mouth full of… well, that… but, on the other hand, at least it would mean she had won the bet.



However, it was he that made the decision for her, perhaps having had the same thought she had, pulling his slippery cock from her mouth, taking a few deep breaths to regain his composure, then kneeling down beside her, reaching for the hem of her shift.



She batted his hands away, worried he might damage the fabric, and pulled it up herself. It caught on her necklace as she pulled it over her head, and she struggled for a moment, trying to free it. As she did so, she felt Scaggs’s calloused hands grab each of her exposed breasts, kneading them enthusiastically.



“Phwoar,” he said, “yer knockers are as good as I reckoned. Lovely pair.”



She managed to free herself, throwing the shift away with irritation, and giving him another withering glare. Unfortunately, he didn’t notice, his gaze being nowhere near her face. She looked over at the other three, to discover that they had moved on since the last time she had been able to see much other than Scaggs’s groin.



Both men were completely naked now, and damn, but Domand’s cock was impressive, even if Tenik’s was rather less so. Amloth herself was topless, the purple fabric of her upper garment lying pooled in her lap. Her breasts were impressively firm, while Eristacia knew her own sagged a little, no matter what Scaggs’s impression of them. The drow’s nipples were hard, the aureoles invisible because of the sheer blackness of her skin, which had exactly the same tone over all the parts of her body so far visible.



The priest was rubbing one of those smooth mounds as the drow’s hand moved along the hard length of his cock. Amloth’s attention however, was currently focussed on Tenik, sucking his balls and then moving up to slide his erection into her mouth, with far more grace and experience than Eristacia thought she had managed. A moment later though, she slid him out again, turning her head to watch the noblewoman, her eyes wide with excitement.



Scaggs twisted one of Eristacia’s nipples, making her yelp and glare at him again, and earning a grin of approval from the drow. Then with a wink, Amloth turned to Domand, opening her mouth to take his girth inside as it became Tenik’s turn to make do with the ministrations of her hand alone.



“Heh, I knew it, darlin’!” said Scaggs with a triumphant tone in his voice, “yer getting’ hot as hell, ain’t yer?”



“I don’t know what you mean,” she replied. Yet she felt a warmth in her loins that would not be denied, a tight feeling of anticipation in her stomach as the Presence yammered in the back of her mind, pushing her on to go further.



“Yer panties are soakin’!” She looked down, and realised with embarrassment that it was true; there was a very visible wet patch in the crotch of her lace underwear. “Look at this, the rest of yer,” called out Scaggs, “told yer I’m gonna win that bet. The rich bitch is fuckin’ gaggin’ fer it!”



The others all turned to look, making Eristacia actually blush for the first time. Lady Amloth whistled in appreciation as the human woman failed to prevent Scaggs from pulling down her last shred of clothing, and pulling her legs apart, so they could all see her swollen state.



“Fuck, yeah!” said the thief stroking his cock and leaning forward, over her.



“Wait a moment!” she said, stridently, for once succeeding in pushing the Presence back, and taking command of her own thoughts. “Mr, Scaggs, I have ‘fellated’ you, an action I stress that I do not perform lightly.” Her tone was commanding, all of the aristocratic bearing she could manage pushed into it. “I will have you know that in return, I would expect a certain degree of quid pro quo.”



“Yer what?” asked the thief, apparently genuinely puzzled.



“Well, that does seem fair,” said Amloth, her voice as silky as ever, “for once, I have to agree with our lady friend.”



“Yeah, but what the fuck does it mean?”



Eristacia rolled her eyes, but Lady Amloth replied before she could. “She wants your tongue in her pussy. I really think you should oblige her.”



“I don’t go doin’ that to birds. It ain’t my tongue that belongs down there – how the fuck am I s’posed to enjoy that?”



“And your penis in my mouth is different, how?” asked Eristacia, archly.



“Do it,” said Amloth, in a voice that brooked no disagreement.



Scaggs made an expression so resentful that Eristacia almost laughed – although she stopped herself just in time – and bent his head to the noblewoman’s groin. He fumbled uncertainly, kissing her pussy lips and then pausing, as if unsure what to do next. “Stick your tongue in, man!” she told him, “do it properly.”



Grunting with annoyance, the thief stuck out his tongue and began lapping at her, probing between her moist folds. Almost immediately, he pulled his head back.



“Yer taste of…” he began.



“I distinctly did not ask for a commentary,” she informed him, before carefully enunciating her next words: “now… lick… my… fucking… cunt, you ill-mannered ruffian, or I will grab your balls and squeeze them until you scream. Do I make myself clear?”



Scaggs ducked down, chastened for once, pushing his tongue in deeper this time, sliding around inside her. Eristacia let out a little grunt of satisfaction, rubbing one of her breasts, more gently than he had done, and leaning back her head as she let out little moans of satisfaction. This wasn’t too bad, now that he was at least trying to do it properly, although his lack of experience was still somewhat evident.



“Suck my clit…” she moaned, her hips beginning to grind against the floor, her legs spreading wider to let him in.



Scaggs pulled out, frowning, and spitting a hair from his mouth, “what makes you think I know where that is?” he asked, actually sounding put out.



“Oh, for goodness sake!” she snapped, plunging her own hand down between her legs, “don’t you know anything?”



“Yeah, all right, no need to get bloody snarky. Ain’t no proper man knows any of this girly shit.”



With some further fumbling, he finally found what she was trying to show him, and Eristacia actually let out her first real moan of pleasure, although careful that no one could interpret it as a ‘scream’. The moan seemed to spur him on, perhaps thinking he was about to win his bet, but she just let the sensations wash over her, at last truly beginning to enjoy the experience.



It was all too brief, though, for soon he pushed himself up onto his knees again. His expression indicated that the performance was not something he wanted to repeat, and frankly, she had to agree that she’d had better.



They both glanced over as Lady Amloth’s skirt landed on the floor beside them, kicked away by one of her long legs. She was clad now only in her boots and a pair of dark purple panties, besides the bangles on her arms. With a deft movement, the drow slid her underwear off and flicked that over to follow the skirt. Her bush was as pure white as the rest of her hair, a neatly trimmed triangle strikingly bright against the blackness of her skin.



“Domand,” she whispered, “perhaps you could show our friend Mr. Scaggs how it is supposed to be done?”



The priest grinned, and moved over in front of the chair as Amloth spread her legs wide, resting them over his arms as he bent towards his prize. For a moment, Eristacia caught sight of a flash of pink between the sheer black of the drow’s damp pussy lips, but then her view was obscured by Domand’s head, as Amloth arched her back, thrusting her ample breasts forward, and let out a deep moan of pleasure.



The drow continued to pant and gasp in delight as Domand attended to her needs, her legs writhing against his arms and back as she did so. A moment later, she turned to Tenik, taking his cock back into her mouth, sucking on the guardsman even as the priest’s tongue darted deep between her legs.



“Right,” said Scaggs, turning away from watching the leader of the conspiracy enjoying herself with two of his fellows, to gaze back at Eristacia’s naked body again, “time to stop messin’ about.” He grabbed her waist, roughly flipping her over onto her front, and hoisting her hips up. “None of that nancy posh boy crap,” he told her, “I’m goin’ to give yer a good hard fuckin’ like yer never ‘ad before. Get ready for a proper man’s cock between yer thighs, darlin’, ‘cos ‘ere I fuckin’ come!”



Before she could even say anything, he had thrust into her from behind, ramming his cock home. Now that he was inside her, he didn’t feel so small any more, although Eristacia knew she’d had bigger. What really made the difference, though, was the vigour with which he began taking her, pumping in and out hard, flesh slapping against hers over and over. Despite herself, she let out a deep moan that only spurred him on. She tried to stifle her cries, but to no avail, gasping repeatedly as he continued to pound into her.



Perhaps it was the Presence in her mind, but if so, she frankly didn’t care. No matter what he had been like earlier, Eristacia was really beginning to enjoy things, kneading a breast with one hand, while trying to hold herself in a doggy position with the other. Scaggs was grunting, occasionally muttering either encouragement or profanity. Through it all, though, the noblewoman was managing to avoid any genuine scream. No matter how much she enjoyed herself, no matter how much she now felt turned on just by the thought of fucking such an uncouth man, she was not going to lose the bet, or give him the satisfaction of being proved right.



“Oh, yeah…” he was saying, “yer fuckin’ rich bitch, how do yer like the feel of my cock in yer cunt? Yer fuckin’ love it, don’t yer?” He grabbed one of her buttocks, fingers digging hard into the flesh as he kept up the rhythm, “fuckin’ rich bitch, gonna make yer cum like yer never fuckin’ ‘ave before. Gonna make yer scream like a fuckin’ banshee!”



Eristacia surrendered to the sensation, forgetting for the moment even that the other three were doubtless watching them. Her arm was weak, her legs shaking, and she partly collapsed onto the floor, just her hips in the air where he was gripping them. Desperately, she thrust her fist into her mouth, using it to muffle her cries as the thief’s powerful thrusts finally drove her over the edge.



She removed the fist, struggling to regain her composure as she gasped for breath, coming down from dizzying heights of ecstasy that she would never, ever, tell Scaggs she had just experienced. But the thief had not stopped, still grinding himself inside her, deeper than ever before.



“Scream my fuckin’ name, you bloody cunt!” hissed the thief, “do it so I can pull out and shoot my load all over yer gods-damn arrogant rich-bitch face!”



“Mr. Scaggs,” she informed him, managing to put the customary supercilious icy tone back into her voice, “you will do absolutely no such thing, you ignorant, boorish, insufferable little…”



“Oh, fuck!” shouted the thief, ejaculating inside her before she could finish speaking, then releasing her to fall onto the floor, panting and sweating. “I fuckin’ love it when yer talk like that.”



“That is as may be,” she replied, “but I should remind you that you have just lost the bet.”



“Huh? Oh, bollocks!” he banged the floor with his fist, then lay back, exhausted and apparently uncaring.



So, thought Eristacia to herself, I get to try out Domand as well. That would, she suspected, be even more enjoyable, not least because the more handsome looking man was rather better endowed than the thief. He probably smelled better, too. Of course, she would have to wait a while, since his time with Lady Amloth was likely to tire him out more than a little. She sat up, pulling some of her hair back into place, as she settled down to watch how the other three were enjoying themselves.



The drow had at last left her seat, squatting in all fours on the floor, legs spread. She used one of her hands to pull her pussy lips apart, and Eristacia saw, as she had suspected from before, that the jet black went only as far as the lips themselves. Inside, Lady Amloth was as pink as any human woman, the colour an almost shocking contrast to her skin.



She wasn’t the only one staring at the drow lady’s proffered cunt. Domand was kneeling behind her, reaching out to fondle her buttocks, with, Eristicia noted, a more caressing motion than Scaggs had her own. The tall man’s cock – she estimated it at eight inches, with a noticeably more than average girth – was throbbing as he first pressed it against a jet-coloured thigh, and then eased it slowly inside.



He began to move slowly, again, not at all like Scaggs, maximising his partner’s enjoyment, his hands running over her flanks, down to her taut belly and then, as he leant forward over her back, up to her hanging breasts. Lady Amloth moaned, her eyelids fluttering as the priest continued his rhythmic motions inside her. She beckoned to Tenik, who was currently stroking his own cock as he joined Eristacia in watching them both. The guardsmen grinned, moving to kneel in front of Amloth’s slowly bucking body.



The next time the drow gave out a particularly loud moan, he popped himself into her open mouth, muffling the sound. His buttocks began to move, in time with Domand’s as Amloth began to suck him, taking the two men from each end. Amloth glanced up at the tapestry, noting a similar act being performed there, albeit, in that case, on an apparently unwilling human woman. She was beginning to appreciate the depth of the drow’s sexual appetite, and she actually found the thought a little exciting.



Watching Domand and Tenik in action, Eristacia was already beginning to anticipate her own turn. She wanted Domand, of course, but might she be brave enough to take both of them? It would show the drow something, if nothing else. She dipped a hand down between her thighs, stroking herself lightly as she considered the option, bringing herself up short as a finger slipped in Scagg’s semen, which she had forgotten was still there.



Tenik pulled himself out, earning himself a frown from Amloth as he did so. For a moment, Eristacia thought that he was walking over to her, but in fact he simply stepped to one side of the other two, running a hand along the drow’s hairless back. He moved it along slowly, getting lower, sliding up onto her buttocks, inches away from the thrusting cock that Eristacia dearly wished was inside her, not the drow woman.

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