chained rose
11-26-2006, 10:22 PM
Chapter 1
Tali'esa DeVertdulaic entered the foyer like a victorious toreador, cape and skirts swirling around her long slender legs, stamping the cold from her feet. The bitter chill winds had whipped her coppery tresses into tangled snarls down her back; windburn smeared her pale cheeks with red. She looked quite like any other maiden returning from a ride on a blustery day -- as long as her eyes were closed. When opened, the malevolent magic flowing from those yellow eyes was an almost palpable entity. She could cloak the evil when she chose; she could even channel it , when Vincent directed her. She felt no such inclinations here, in her own home.
Nani, Tali'eas's personal maid, bustled down the stairs. Nani had been a gift to Tali'esa for her 12th birthday; the tiny blonde wisp of a girl was the only servant in the villa who was not frankly terrified by the yellow-eyed half-sister of Sir Vincent Cravenmoor.
Nani sketched a brief curtsy, "Ma'am, your bath awaits along with your customary mulled wine."
Tali'esa cupped the blonde's chin in unnaturally long fingers, "Such a sweet girl, my little Nani. A pity that you don't belong to someone kinder." The long-nailed hand that raked across the tops of Nani's breasts was a blur. Four thin red lines popped up on the olive skin. The sight of miniscule drops oozing from the lines gave Tali'esa a sense of relaxation, "Thank you, Nani. I will have my bath now."
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Tali'esa luxuriated, eyes closed, in the scented steaming water; a gust of cool air from the hall disturbed the surface of the bath. Tali'esa merely murmured, "What took you so long, Brother dear? I thought you would have been here sooner to get all the gory, sexy details."
Vincent leaned over the tub and grasped the slender throat firmly in one hand., "Bitch, report, now."
"I was successful," Tali'esa gasped, and the iron fingers released a bit on her throat. "The Prime Minister has vowed that the Queen's diamond and jade necklace will be on my bosom before a fortnight has passed. All that is needed now, is the right word to the right people that someone of high station has gambling debts and they are willing to resort to thievery. He will be caught and summarily executed. The leadership of your opposition in the councils will be gone. The icing on the cake is that, unless someone outbids you, even the man's wife and children can be yours on the slave block. All this I bring to you and I don't even get a 'good girl.' If I weren't such happy bitch, I would have to pout."
Vincent scowled, "How do you know the old fool will follow through?"
Tali'esa looked shocked and cupped her full lush breasts in her hands. "Flesh, brother dear, young flesh. Give men of a certain age just a taste of it and it is worse than the poppy juice. They would line up in the market and buy it by the pound if they could. My magic enhances the effect, of course, but the foundation is the lust for youth-- young, tender flesh. Then, there is the guilt. He whispers his daughter's name when he spends inside me. He asks that I call him Father. Oh, he has confided his most shameful fantasies with me, he will not break his promise. Has my enchantment ever let you down before, darling brother?"
Vincent's fingers cupped her chin in a bruising grasp, "Just remember, little whore, who is immune to your enchantments. Don't be late for the reception this evening." Vincent rose and exited the bathchamber.
The instant the door closed, the water began to ripple and churn. The massive orgasm that Tali'esa had been holding back since Vincent's hand closed on her throat now tore through her body and mind. She shuddered and moaned mindlessly, drifting for a moment. Waiting for her maid Tali'esa picked up the gloves that Vincent had left behind. She inhaled the intoxicating aroma of Vincent and fine leather. She opened the wide cuff of the glove, Yes! there they were -- several hairs from his arm. Using a solid silver pair of tweezers she plucked them from the leather, and placed them in a small silver compact. The contents of the compact were almost complete, she pondered. Aloud she chuckled and whispered, "Enjoy your immunity now, no man is invulnerable."
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Vincent watched from hooded eyes as his half-sister worked the room. She was invaluable as a hostess for his entertainments. Even without the use of her magic, she had a knack for making a man feel as if he were the only one in the world, let alone the room. Tali'esa could garner more useful information during the course of one party than his entire network of agents did in a month of skulking. Occasionally, her flashing golden eyes would meet his as she stroked the scarf that hid his fingermarks on her throat.
"She continues to underestimate me," Vincent mused. He knew all about her secret orgasms after his brutality. He knew all about the shining compact where she gathered the items she thought would give her power over him. That attempted enchantment would be turned against her, but for now it amused him to give her enough rope to hang herself. Vincent felt a stirring in his breeches as he thought of other things the seeing fire revealed.
Only last night, as he watched, Tali'esa had summoned Nani to her private sitting room. In the fire he saw his half-sister force the tiny blonde to her knees. The thickly quilted brocade wall hangings absorbed Tali'esa's soft moans and Nani's sharp cry. Long fingers sunk into pale blonde curls and bruised the scalp as the girl's face was shoved firmly into his sister's hungry, grinding cunt. The maid must have a talented tongue, for her Mistress climaxed quickly in a series of shuddering jerks accompanied by feral snarls. Tali'esa dismissed the girl with a wave of her hand, and continued writing in her diary.
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From the diary of Tali'esa DeVertdulaic
Is there anything more tiresome than a besotted old gentleman? The tender caresses, the utterly banal protestations of undying adoration. The unendurable sweetness of it makes my teeth hurt. At least that young upstart of a knight who was impudent to Vincent at last year's tourney had some fire to him. And he wasn't so very hard on the eyes either. Pity that most of Vincent's enemies are older gentlemen. I wonder how the young knight fares in his exile on the frontier. Perhaps the crystals at the Pavilion will tell me.
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Vincent shook his head and returned his thoughts to the juxtaposition of the gaily dressed crowd of people in his great hall and the howling storm outside the window. He felt a swell of pride, that on a night such as this he was able to have bare-shouldered women and tropical flowers in his house. His innate sense of superiority told him that, if not for him, many of these people would be left at the mercy of nature on some similar storm-lashed plain. "Not bad for an unacknowledged bastard, eh?", he thought in tones of self-congratulation.
He always thought it a marvelous joke. How these oh-so-respectable guests would recoil in horror if they knew the sources of his wealth. His brothels in the outlying provinces catered to every fantasy and fetish, no matter how deviant. His network of fences, allowed him to furnish his villa with priceless antiques and treasures for a mere pittance. If so ordered, his smugglers' boats could move a herd of trumpeting elephants through a full regatta of the harbor guard. With a contented sigh, he left the bay window to mingle with his guests.
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Vincent sat in his study sipping brandy and listening to the bustle of servants clearing up after the reception. A light tap on the door preceded Tali'esa's entrance, "May I sit, Brother?" He gave his assent with a curt nod. She gracefully sank to the thick carpet at his feet; he held the snifter to her lips and allowed her a small sip of brandy. She smiled her gratitude and rolled her head and shoulders, physically and mentally sloughing off the "Young Lady of the Manor" persona she donned for these events. Vincent enjoyed the light of the fire playing in her gleaming hair, "Anything of interest to report?"
Tali'esa stretched and sighed, "A small cloud on the horizon. The Earl, Lord DuPres, is uncertain on the writs you want, regarding the dragon-people. You need his support, there are several who follow his lead in council. Sadly, my sources report, that I am not only several years too old to attract him, but I also have the wrong plumbing. At any rate, it explains why he goes through stable boys at such a clip. Perhaps it even gives credence to the rumor that the heir to the Earldom is more properly the heir to the butler's pantry."
Vincent chuckled and shook his head, "I never bought that story about the lad being the image of his alleged great-grandfather." He marveled at her ability for collecting bits of information, but he did not doubt her -- she had been right too many times.
Tali'esa leaned her head lightly on Vincent's knee, "Since my charms won't do the trick, some other method of persuasion will have to be found."
Vincent twirled one silky tress of coppery hair around a finger, "Leave it to me, Tali. You have done well and you still have your plate full with the Prime Minister."
The amber eyes rolled back, "And how glad I will be when that obstacle is out of the way. Only for you, darling Brother, would I endure such a prattling fool. How on earth he was ever thought wise enough to be an advisor to the crown is far beyond me." Long, red- lacquered nails tickled his muscular inner thigh; a pale light glowed from the eyes that looked at Vincent. She edged her body closer and nuzzled into his groin, softly murmuring, "Perhaps the tedium of his attentions has earned me a reward?" The tip of her tongue flickered rapidly over her crimson lips.
Vincent did not reply; he grasped a handful of her hair and jerked her head back. The quickening of her breath and flush in the cheeks would have signaled fear in most females. Tali'esa was not most females. The harshness and pain made her juices flow as nothing else did. A mewling whimper slipped from her throat, as Vincent's free hand went to the laces of his breeches. He saw the hungry fire leap into her eyes when his manhood sprang free from the soft deerskin, "Is this what my little cock-whore wants?" he taunted.
Tali'esa, swallowed and stammered, "Yes, oh yes Sir. Please, please take your pleasure from my mouth. It has been days and days since I tasted your hot seed and felt it slipping down my throat. I have needed it, craved it, ached for it."
Cruelty glinted in Vincent's lapis lazuli colored eyes, "Very well, then. Take it!" As he spoke, he grasped another handful of hair and forced her hungry mouth onto the throbbing shaft. He took up a hard pace and began to thrust, bruising her throat with his hardness. Low moans and growls sent vibrations through his shaft. His fingers tore at her scalp as he forced her head up and down. Tears flowed freely on her cheeks; each time he withdrew, she noisily sucked in as much air as she could for the next breath-stopping assault. Her eyes never left his, drinking in the pleasure in his face as he possessed her warm, willing mouth. Waves of a climax suddenly rippled through her slender body, but the hands firmly in her hair never let her mouth and throat slow. Her scream was muffled by his thick shaft down her throat. Juices gushed from her spasming core; her body shuddered as she surrendered to the sensations. She felt the shaft in her mouth began to throb and swell even more; she heard Vincent's groan. His hands ground her face into his body, shaft filling her throat as his seed exploded again and again down into her belly. He quickly withdrew to let the last burst splash on her face. She bent her head to him once more to suckle him clean and gather the last drops on her tongue. Using her fingers she scooped his seed from her face and licked them clean. His hands relaxed in her hair; they now caressed tenderly. She used a long thick lock of hair to dry him, "Thank you, Sir."
"Such a sweet little cock-whore." he rumbled, "To bed with you, Tali. I have plans to make for Lord DuPres."
She nodded and rose to leave. When she reached the door his voice stopped her, "One more thing, Tali. Have Nani clean the juices from your cunt before you sleep."
Tali nodded her head, "As you wish." She blushed as she left the room. She wondered how Vincent knew the things he did.
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Nani leapt from her pallet in the corner of Tali'esa's dressing room when her Mistress entered. Tali'esa pulled her knee-length over her shoulder so the maid could unhook her gown. While Nani was releasing the tiny hooks, Tali took a small pair of scissors and clipped a lock of hair that had Vincent's seed on it. The wavy lock was wound and put into the silver compact. She snapped the gleaming case shut and locked it with a small key that dangled amidst the many charms on her bracelet. Her dress fell forward, slipping to puddle on the floor at her feet, revealing skin that gleamed like polished ivory. Tali stepped out of the circle of saffron-colored brocade.
Nani bent to pick up the gown while Tali's long huntress' stride carried her to the wide chaise in the corner. The low musical pitch of her voice resonated in the room, "Leave that, my sweet Nani, and come to me." Nani stepped toward the chaise; Tali's hand flew up, "That gown is unnecessary," referring to Nani's night dress, "take it off."
A soft blush crept over Nani's tawny complexion; she slipped the nightdress over her head. The shiny scarring of her slave brand, just above her right breast, stood out in the firelight. It was a circle enclosing the letters "TDV", in the formal script. Nani was proud to bear a personal brand, rather that the generic "s" in the common alphabet. She often adjusted her bodice to allow it to show -- especially when she was working around the lesser servants. In her eight years of service to the young witch, Nani had grown to love her mistress deeply. Nani's greatest fear was that one day she would displease Miss Tali'esa and be banished forever from the spell the enchantress wove. Death would be a lesser punishment.
From the chaise Tali'esa extended a graceful hand and beckoned, "Come, sweet little Nani, come lay with me."
Nani approached the chaise, careful not to show the eagerness in her light step or her clear gray eyes. She lay down on the chaise beside her Mistress, inwardly trembling with anticipation. Nani knew from subtle voice undertones that this was a night when she would lie with her Mistress not as a servant, but as a lover. Nani lived for these rare nights.
What Nani called love for her Mistress was more accurately a mixture of loyalty and addiction. Tali'esa was still a young witch, in only her twentieth year. Her mother had died before Tali had come fully into her powers, so she had little guidance in the use and control of the craft that bubbled in her blood. With all the time Nani spent with Tali and her possessions, it was only natural for the tiny blonde to become dependent of the field of magic that crackled in the proximity of the not fully trained witch.
Every inch of Nani's skin tingled when Tali began to lightly drag her long nails over the tiny, pert breasts. Tali's soft lips nuzzled on Nani's neck; the witch's hot breath on her skin made Nani's nipples harden and begin to ache. Nani loosed a sharp cry when a soft warm tongue tip began to trace the brand on her breast. Her female parts felt as if they were on fire; her hips involuntarily thrust upward. The long nails trailed down Nani's torso toward the throbbing, dripping core. At the exact instant when Tali's flesh touched the throbbing pearl nestled in the soft tufts of blonde hair and puffy lips, the witch's almost pointed white teeth sunk into the soft underside of the olive-skinned breast. Nani's body convulsed with the explosions of pain and ecstasy that catapulted her over the edge of a mind shattering climax. Tali'esa raised her head to gaze intently at Nani's face. Tali had learned only recently that she could feed off the sexual release of other women at the moment of orgasm; she felt the electric blue energy flow into her mind, sending power surging into her limbs.
While Nani was still quivering with the aftershocks of her release, Tali moved quickly to kneel over the sweetly gasping mouth. Bending forward, she lapped and suckled gently on the labia that were still trickling moisture. Nani reached her arms around Tali's buttocks and pulled the neatly trimmed mound into her lips. The maid's tongue moved nimbly from hole to slit to burning pearl, in the dance she knew would bring her mistress' sweet nectar gushing into her mouth.
Tali's body stiffened and shuddered; juices sprayed from her cunt. Nani was rewarded with the snarling howls that shook the delicate crystal bottles of scent on the vanity; Her face and hair were soaked with the juices that burst from her mistress. A purely female electricity quivered in the air. Tali'esa rolled off Nani and moved to lay beside her once more. Tali's hands stroked into the damp mop of blonde curls and pulled the soaking face to her own breast. Nani suckled quietly, basking in the glow of the pleasure she had given her mistress. Tali's breathing slowed; when Nani was sure that her mistress was quite asleep, the maid tenderly covered the enchantress with a silver fox throw. After placing a tender kiss on the pale ivory cheek, Nani curled at Tali's feet and drifted into sleep.
Tali'esa DeVertdulaic entered the foyer like a victorious toreador, cape and skirts swirling around her long slender legs, stamping the cold from her feet. The bitter chill winds had whipped her coppery tresses into tangled snarls down her back; windburn smeared her pale cheeks with red. She looked quite like any other maiden returning from a ride on a blustery day -- as long as her eyes were closed. When opened, the malevolent magic flowing from those yellow eyes was an almost palpable entity. She could cloak the evil when she chose; she could even channel it , when Vincent directed her. She felt no such inclinations here, in her own home.
Nani, Tali'eas's personal maid, bustled down the stairs. Nani had been a gift to Tali'esa for her 12th birthday; the tiny blonde wisp of a girl was the only servant in the villa who was not frankly terrified by the yellow-eyed half-sister of Sir Vincent Cravenmoor.
Nani sketched a brief curtsy, "Ma'am, your bath awaits along with your customary mulled wine."
Tali'esa cupped the blonde's chin in unnaturally long fingers, "Such a sweet girl, my little Nani. A pity that you don't belong to someone kinder." The long-nailed hand that raked across the tops of Nani's breasts was a blur. Four thin red lines popped up on the olive skin. The sight of miniscule drops oozing from the lines gave Tali'esa a sense of relaxation, "Thank you, Nani. I will have my bath now."
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Tali'esa luxuriated, eyes closed, in the scented steaming water; a gust of cool air from the hall disturbed the surface of the bath. Tali'esa merely murmured, "What took you so long, Brother dear? I thought you would have been here sooner to get all the gory, sexy details."
Vincent leaned over the tub and grasped the slender throat firmly in one hand., "Bitch, report, now."
"I was successful," Tali'esa gasped, and the iron fingers released a bit on her throat. "The Prime Minister has vowed that the Queen's diamond and jade necklace will be on my bosom before a fortnight has passed. All that is needed now, is the right word to the right people that someone of high station has gambling debts and they are willing to resort to thievery. He will be caught and summarily executed. The leadership of your opposition in the councils will be gone. The icing on the cake is that, unless someone outbids you, even the man's wife and children can be yours on the slave block. All this I bring to you and I don't even get a 'good girl.' If I weren't such happy bitch, I would have to pout."
Vincent scowled, "How do you know the old fool will follow through?"
Tali'esa looked shocked and cupped her full lush breasts in her hands. "Flesh, brother dear, young flesh. Give men of a certain age just a taste of it and it is worse than the poppy juice. They would line up in the market and buy it by the pound if they could. My magic enhances the effect, of course, but the foundation is the lust for youth-- young, tender flesh. Then, there is the guilt. He whispers his daughter's name when he spends inside me. He asks that I call him Father. Oh, he has confided his most shameful fantasies with me, he will not break his promise. Has my enchantment ever let you down before, darling brother?"
Vincent's fingers cupped her chin in a bruising grasp, "Just remember, little whore, who is immune to your enchantments. Don't be late for the reception this evening." Vincent rose and exited the bathchamber.
The instant the door closed, the water began to ripple and churn. The massive orgasm that Tali'esa had been holding back since Vincent's hand closed on her throat now tore through her body and mind. She shuddered and moaned mindlessly, drifting for a moment. Waiting for her maid Tali'esa picked up the gloves that Vincent had left behind. She inhaled the intoxicating aroma of Vincent and fine leather. She opened the wide cuff of the glove, Yes! there they were -- several hairs from his arm. Using a solid silver pair of tweezers she plucked them from the leather, and placed them in a small silver compact. The contents of the compact were almost complete, she pondered. Aloud she chuckled and whispered, "Enjoy your immunity now, no man is invulnerable."
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Vincent watched from hooded eyes as his half-sister worked the room. She was invaluable as a hostess for his entertainments. Even without the use of her magic, she had a knack for making a man feel as if he were the only one in the world, let alone the room. Tali'esa could garner more useful information during the course of one party than his entire network of agents did in a month of skulking. Occasionally, her flashing golden eyes would meet his as she stroked the scarf that hid his fingermarks on her throat.
"She continues to underestimate me," Vincent mused. He knew all about her secret orgasms after his brutality. He knew all about the shining compact where she gathered the items she thought would give her power over him. That attempted enchantment would be turned against her, but for now it amused him to give her enough rope to hang herself. Vincent felt a stirring in his breeches as he thought of other things the seeing fire revealed.
Only last night, as he watched, Tali'esa had summoned Nani to her private sitting room. In the fire he saw his half-sister force the tiny blonde to her knees. The thickly quilted brocade wall hangings absorbed Tali'esa's soft moans and Nani's sharp cry. Long fingers sunk into pale blonde curls and bruised the scalp as the girl's face was shoved firmly into his sister's hungry, grinding cunt. The maid must have a talented tongue, for her Mistress climaxed quickly in a series of shuddering jerks accompanied by feral snarls. Tali'esa dismissed the girl with a wave of her hand, and continued writing in her diary.
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From the diary of Tali'esa DeVertdulaic
Is there anything more tiresome than a besotted old gentleman? The tender caresses, the utterly banal protestations of undying adoration. The unendurable sweetness of it makes my teeth hurt. At least that young upstart of a knight who was impudent to Vincent at last year's tourney had some fire to him. And he wasn't so very hard on the eyes either. Pity that most of Vincent's enemies are older gentlemen. I wonder how the young knight fares in his exile on the frontier. Perhaps the crystals at the Pavilion will tell me.
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Vincent shook his head and returned his thoughts to the juxtaposition of the gaily dressed crowd of people in his great hall and the howling storm outside the window. He felt a swell of pride, that on a night such as this he was able to have bare-shouldered women and tropical flowers in his house. His innate sense of superiority told him that, if not for him, many of these people would be left at the mercy of nature on some similar storm-lashed plain. "Not bad for an unacknowledged bastard, eh?", he thought in tones of self-congratulation.
He always thought it a marvelous joke. How these oh-so-respectable guests would recoil in horror if they knew the sources of his wealth. His brothels in the outlying provinces catered to every fantasy and fetish, no matter how deviant. His network of fences, allowed him to furnish his villa with priceless antiques and treasures for a mere pittance. If so ordered, his smugglers' boats could move a herd of trumpeting elephants through a full regatta of the harbor guard. With a contented sigh, he left the bay window to mingle with his guests.
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Vincent sat in his study sipping brandy and listening to the bustle of servants clearing up after the reception. A light tap on the door preceded Tali'esa's entrance, "May I sit, Brother?" He gave his assent with a curt nod. She gracefully sank to the thick carpet at his feet; he held the snifter to her lips and allowed her a small sip of brandy. She smiled her gratitude and rolled her head and shoulders, physically and mentally sloughing off the "Young Lady of the Manor" persona she donned for these events. Vincent enjoyed the light of the fire playing in her gleaming hair, "Anything of interest to report?"
Tali'esa stretched and sighed, "A small cloud on the horizon. The Earl, Lord DuPres, is uncertain on the writs you want, regarding the dragon-people. You need his support, there are several who follow his lead in council. Sadly, my sources report, that I am not only several years too old to attract him, but I also have the wrong plumbing. At any rate, it explains why he goes through stable boys at such a clip. Perhaps it even gives credence to the rumor that the heir to the Earldom is more properly the heir to the butler's pantry."
Vincent chuckled and shook his head, "I never bought that story about the lad being the image of his alleged great-grandfather." He marveled at her ability for collecting bits of information, but he did not doubt her -- she had been right too many times.
Tali'esa leaned her head lightly on Vincent's knee, "Since my charms won't do the trick, some other method of persuasion will have to be found."
Vincent twirled one silky tress of coppery hair around a finger, "Leave it to me, Tali. You have done well and you still have your plate full with the Prime Minister."
The amber eyes rolled back, "And how glad I will be when that obstacle is out of the way. Only for you, darling Brother, would I endure such a prattling fool. How on earth he was ever thought wise enough to be an advisor to the crown is far beyond me." Long, red- lacquered nails tickled his muscular inner thigh; a pale light glowed from the eyes that looked at Vincent. She edged her body closer and nuzzled into his groin, softly murmuring, "Perhaps the tedium of his attentions has earned me a reward?" The tip of her tongue flickered rapidly over her crimson lips.
Vincent did not reply; he grasped a handful of her hair and jerked her head back. The quickening of her breath and flush in the cheeks would have signaled fear in most females. Tali'esa was not most females. The harshness and pain made her juices flow as nothing else did. A mewling whimper slipped from her throat, as Vincent's free hand went to the laces of his breeches. He saw the hungry fire leap into her eyes when his manhood sprang free from the soft deerskin, "Is this what my little cock-whore wants?" he taunted.
Tali'esa, swallowed and stammered, "Yes, oh yes Sir. Please, please take your pleasure from my mouth. It has been days and days since I tasted your hot seed and felt it slipping down my throat. I have needed it, craved it, ached for it."
Cruelty glinted in Vincent's lapis lazuli colored eyes, "Very well, then. Take it!" As he spoke, he grasped another handful of hair and forced her hungry mouth onto the throbbing shaft. He took up a hard pace and began to thrust, bruising her throat with his hardness. Low moans and growls sent vibrations through his shaft. His fingers tore at her scalp as he forced her head up and down. Tears flowed freely on her cheeks; each time he withdrew, she noisily sucked in as much air as she could for the next breath-stopping assault. Her eyes never left his, drinking in the pleasure in his face as he possessed her warm, willing mouth. Waves of a climax suddenly rippled through her slender body, but the hands firmly in her hair never let her mouth and throat slow. Her scream was muffled by his thick shaft down her throat. Juices gushed from her spasming core; her body shuddered as she surrendered to the sensations. She felt the shaft in her mouth began to throb and swell even more; she heard Vincent's groan. His hands ground her face into his body, shaft filling her throat as his seed exploded again and again down into her belly. He quickly withdrew to let the last burst splash on her face. She bent her head to him once more to suckle him clean and gather the last drops on her tongue. Using her fingers she scooped his seed from her face and licked them clean. His hands relaxed in her hair; they now caressed tenderly. She used a long thick lock of hair to dry him, "Thank you, Sir."
"Such a sweet little cock-whore." he rumbled, "To bed with you, Tali. I have plans to make for Lord DuPres."
She nodded and rose to leave. When she reached the door his voice stopped her, "One more thing, Tali. Have Nani clean the juices from your cunt before you sleep."
Tali nodded her head, "As you wish." She blushed as she left the room. She wondered how Vincent knew the things he did.
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Nani leapt from her pallet in the corner of Tali'esa's dressing room when her Mistress entered. Tali'esa pulled her knee-length over her shoulder so the maid could unhook her gown. While Nani was releasing the tiny hooks, Tali took a small pair of scissors and clipped a lock of hair that had Vincent's seed on it. The wavy lock was wound and put into the silver compact. She snapped the gleaming case shut and locked it with a small key that dangled amidst the many charms on her bracelet. Her dress fell forward, slipping to puddle on the floor at her feet, revealing skin that gleamed like polished ivory. Tali stepped out of the circle of saffron-colored brocade.
Nani bent to pick up the gown while Tali's long huntress' stride carried her to the wide chaise in the corner. The low musical pitch of her voice resonated in the room, "Leave that, my sweet Nani, and come to me." Nani stepped toward the chaise; Tali's hand flew up, "That gown is unnecessary," referring to Nani's night dress, "take it off."
A soft blush crept over Nani's tawny complexion; she slipped the nightdress over her head. The shiny scarring of her slave brand, just above her right breast, stood out in the firelight. It was a circle enclosing the letters "TDV", in the formal script. Nani was proud to bear a personal brand, rather that the generic "s" in the common alphabet. She often adjusted her bodice to allow it to show -- especially when she was working around the lesser servants. In her eight years of service to the young witch, Nani had grown to love her mistress deeply. Nani's greatest fear was that one day she would displease Miss Tali'esa and be banished forever from the spell the enchantress wove. Death would be a lesser punishment.
From the chaise Tali'esa extended a graceful hand and beckoned, "Come, sweet little Nani, come lay with me."
Nani approached the chaise, careful not to show the eagerness in her light step or her clear gray eyes. She lay down on the chaise beside her Mistress, inwardly trembling with anticipation. Nani knew from subtle voice undertones that this was a night when she would lie with her Mistress not as a servant, but as a lover. Nani lived for these rare nights.
What Nani called love for her Mistress was more accurately a mixture of loyalty and addiction. Tali'esa was still a young witch, in only her twentieth year. Her mother had died before Tali had come fully into her powers, so she had little guidance in the use and control of the craft that bubbled in her blood. With all the time Nani spent with Tali and her possessions, it was only natural for the tiny blonde to become dependent of the field of magic that crackled in the proximity of the not fully trained witch.
Every inch of Nani's skin tingled when Tali began to lightly drag her long nails over the tiny, pert breasts. Tali's soft lips nuzzled on Nani's neck; the witch's hot breath on her skin made Nani's nipples harden and begin to ache. Nani loosed a sharp cry when a soft warm tongue tip began to trace the brand on her breast. Her female parts felt as if they were on fire; her hips involuntarily thrust upward. The long nails trailed down Nani's torso toward the throbbing, dripping core. At the exact instant when Tali's flesh touched the throbbing pearl nestled in the soft tufts of blonde hair and puffy lips, the witch's almost pointed white teeth sunk into the soft underside of the olive-skinned breast. Nani's body convulsed with the explosions of pain and ecstasy that catapulted her over the edge of a mind shattering climax. Tali'esa raised her head to gaze intently at Nani's face. Tali had learned only recently that she could feed off the sexual release of other women at the moment of orgasm; she felt the electric blue energy flow into her mind, sending power surging into her limbs.
While Nani was still quivering with the aftershocks of her release, Tali moved quickly to kneel over the sweetly gasping mouth. Bending forward, she lapped and suckled gently on the labia that were still trickling moisture. Nani reached her arms around Tali's buttocks and pulled the neatly trimmed mound into her lips. The maid's tongue moved nimbly from hole to slit to burning pearl, in the dance she knew would bring her mistress' sweet nectar gushing into her mouth.
Tali's body stiffened and shuddered; juices sprayed from her cunt. Nani was rewarded with the snarling howls that shook the delicate crystal bottles of scent on the vanity; Her face and hair were soaked with the juices that burst from her mistress. A purely female electricity quivered in the air. Tali'esa rolled off Nani and moved to lay beside her once more. Tali's hands stroked into the damp mop of blonde curls and pulled the soaking face to her own breast. Nani suckled quietly, basking in the glow of the pleasure she had given her mistress. Tali's breathing slowed; when Nani was sure that her mistress was quite asleep, the maid tenderly covered the enchantress with a silver fox throw. After placing a tender kiss on the pale ivory cheek, Nani curled at Tali's feet and drifted into sleep.