Serpent's Tooth

Ma'ant caressed at her snakes with no small glee, shining into his pupil-less greenish eyes. He was outstanded with how deep the gorgon was actually taking him. The illithid could actually feel his erection bending at her throat as he intruded it and started to snake down her esophagus. Her unmatched experience and technique about how she took his member was breath-taking.

"My sweet... sweet... Phyliss... it shall not be long now."
 
Phyliss didn't give an answer, how could she, with his cock so deep inside her. Instead she kept sucking him, keeping her hands crossed behind her neck, like a hostage. Everything seemed tinted green to her. A green dress, green eyes, greenish-black snakes and finally green cum....
 
Laying both of his gloved hands, his long fingers interwining with the gorgon's snakes, Ma'ant gurgled in delight as he felt it reaching him again. By Ilsensine, Phyliss was unearthly in her caresses, a goddess in her handling. That was too much.

Once again, he trembled. His legs shivered as he delved deep into her throat, diving into her exquisitive eyes as he held her locked in place as he gushed his load into her. Directly spreaying a number of it far beyond her tongue, having her swallow it by the mere force of his jet of seed. And he held her tight, no allowing her to ruin her gorgeous dress - and Ma'ant was in heaven.
 
Phyliss felt his flood hitting her mouth. He held her tight by her snakes, not allowing her to dodge or taking his cock out of her mouth, so she was forced to swallow. It was amazing how fast he could recreate such an amount of cum - it was to much to keep it in the mouth to spit it out. She just had to swallow it down, having the strange green liquid running down her throat.
 
As a creature made of a much, much higher percentage of water than most of his cohorts, Ma'ant had indeed matched almost three-fourths of his previous, massive load into Phyliss. By the gods. She was indeed a complete and compliant slut for his every, wicked and lustful whims.

"Please, now, my lover...", the illithid said, his gurgling voice overtaken with the shiverings of bliss, "Cloth me up... it... it's time to meet your... friend."
 
Phyliss allowed his cock to glide out of her mouth. Stiil, some of his cum squirted out of her mouth, but she managed not to spill any on her new dress. She got onto her feet and started to redress her lover, after wiping his cock clean. She had forgotten of her friend while she was busy, but she din't worry for her; she probably had found some entertainment herself. Although some bugbears were rather vulgar instead of a... well, however Ma'ant's species would be called.
 
Slowly, Ma'ant raised himself from the chair - careful not to stumble since the latest release had made his legs shiver with the loosened bliss. He approached at the compliant Phyliss, his consort and lover, and touched at her face with his tentacles. He was both slow and caring into his touch, knowing that every touch meant a knew kiss at her.

Sliding one hand around her luscious body, the illithid laid his grip fiercely over her ass. One ass that he would bang into submission every night, from now on.

"Come, let's go and meet her."
 
Phyliss felt a sensation on her skin as his tentacles touched her, this was almost better then a kiss. Not just almost, it was even better. And she couldn't surpress a little hissing moan as he grabbed her bottom hard and demanding. She wiggled at his touch, wiggling against him and rubbing her ass at his hand in a quick turning motion, just the way a male hand would rub over it, only doing it the other way around. She submitted herself into his grip and guidance.
"Let us see her."
 
Sated for the time being, once more did Ma'ant thanked the Fates for bringing him the gorgon that even now offered herself to his desired and whims. Already did he knew that she was only a step away from being completely broken. However, was that the Phyliss he wanted? Wasn't it enough for her in her own accord to offer herself as a sacrifice to an unbending presence greater than hers?

Both slowly and longing did the illithid started to lead Phyliss down the hallowed halls of his manor, going down a long stairwell as he took hist time to slowly probe into the gorgon's mind. Oblivious even to himselft, however, was Ghor, ceaselessly punding into Verialyn's womanhood.
 
Phyliss walked slowly and gracefully at Ma'ants side. She wasn't really ready to think straightward what would be, at the moment she just acceptet that she had found a new lover again and that she had finally discovered and accepted her secret submissive side after all that years. SOme stupid "when", "ifs" and "nows" would just disturb her euphoric mood.
 
Ma'ant walked slowly into the hall, well aware of his impressive and somehow intimidating appearance. Phyliss was at his side, clinging to his arm, a dreamy smile on her face. There was no doubt about their relationship to the other, and he felt very proud leading her into the room, although there weren't the guests to really estimate the show. He aproached Verialyn and Ghor, who were still busy. Creatures on a lower level, in his opinion.
"I hope my servants have cared for you well, while I spoke to your lovely associate."
 
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Verialyn at the moment was receiving the continuous attention of Ghor, lying on her back, her body shaking every time the bugbear perched above her drove into her with primal force. As she continued to receive his attention she became vaguely aware of two other presences in the room, and turned her head to face them.

It was not until Ma'ant spoke that Ghor also noticed someone else was in the room. At the sound of the voice, however, he instantly froze, reflexively hilting himslef into the woman beneath her one more time and staying in there for the time being, as his neck also turned and he looked at his superior. He knew that this was not by the master's orders, and he was unsure how to proceed, a weak "Uh, hi boss" escaping his lips, as the vampire below him for now just smiled at the three, amused by the spectacle and gyrating her hips a bit to tease him, and especially the long har dpiece of manmeat ... or rather bugbearmeat ... still inside her.
 
"I see." said Ma'ant. "That will be all, Ghor, thank you."
It was impossible to read the facial expression of the Ilthid. Phyliss kept smiling, but said nothing. So her friend was enjoying herself, too, very good. Although a bugbear was rather vulgar compared to her new lover. Or should she say master?
 
"Errr ... sure, sure .... master..."

For a moment longer Ghor was just locked in his intimate position, his brain obviously doing its best to process the current order and sync it up with the sensations coming from his loins. Finally though, the little cogwheels in his head clicked, and he unceremoniously pushed himself up to his feet, his large member slipping out of Verialyn with an audible 'plop'.

Wrapping his robe around himself and his still raging erection, he once more grinned apologetically at the three persons present, and with another "I will be going then..." he stepped backwards, until he was at the door of the room and slid out of it.

Verialyn meanwhile had put her upper body upright. Her legs were pulled towards her, her bent knees pointing upwards and her folded arms resting on top of them as she had a closer look at their host and more importantly at her firend. It did not bother her in the least that she was naked, what did bother her though was the look on Phyliss face. By all appearances that damn mind flayer had done a number on her, and her predesposition had made it all the easier. It was high time they got out of this mess.

So she just matter of factly and curtly replied to him "The service was decent enough. Although it was a little rude not to let poor Ghor here finish his last go, I feel a little ... interrupted ... at the moment."

Then turning to her friend she continued "How has he treated you, my dear?"
 
"Fantastic..." purred Phyliss, while she rubbed her snakes on Ma'ants shoulder. "He just treated me as I needed it."
 
Oh my, that was really serious this time. Worse than Verialyn had thought possible. Better loose no time then.

She got to her feet and was about to pick up her clothings when she remembered that both her bodice and blouse as well as her panties had been torn during the little ... interlude .. with the bugbears. Great, just what she needed right now.

She grabbed her skirt, the only piece still intact, and lowered her upper body to hold it such that she would be able to slip into it with her feet. From that lowered position she looked up at Ma'ant and Phyliss and replied.

"Well, I am glad you had a good time. But it's gotten late and we better leave. Tomorrow is a busy day, and it's not like we will be unable to find our way back here." Finally she stood upright again, the skirt now around her hips but her upper body still bare and her heavy breasts hanging invitingly from her chest. Turning to Ma'ant she continued.

"Your servants said you would offer me a replacement for those pieces of clothing that got torn while they entertained me?"
 
"Certainly I can provide you with any clothes you want." He quickly glanced over Phyliss, filling the beautiful green dress she had chosen.
"But I hope, that you will not reject my hospitality."
 
Verialyn stepped closer to the two, now less than a meter away from them. Her posture was still friendly, and her arms hung loosely at her side as she replied.

"I am happy to hear that. Anything to keep me decently covered on the way home will do, actually. Could you please arrange for it now?"

After a short pause she continued "Besides that we have already infringed on your hospitality too much for one day. You have been a most generous host, and we will gladly return another day." Actuallly another wild session with the bugbears was not something she was averse to, as much as she liked variety. "But for today we really have to be going."
 
Ma'ant seemed to chuckle. If he had sinister thoughts, he didn't give them away.
"Oh, I don't want to hold you back. But allow my servants to show you to a room where you can choose some clothes." He turned around, and one of the bugbears did return, but froze in movement, waiting for orders.
"You will show our guest to the yellow room where she can choose some clothes." The bugbear bowed, waiting Verialyn to follow.
"But, of course, you don't have to fear that you could stress my hospitality to much, if you like to stay. By the way..." - he asked casually - "Would you like to go now Phyliss, or stay a little longer?"

"I will stay." said Phyliss smiling, with a soft voice, but very determined.
 
That was really serious. Verialyn did her best to hide any dread she might feel at the sight of Phyliss' blissful ignorance. Her mind raced, and finally she came up with something like an idea. At least it was the best she could think of short of getting violent right now, which might incur the risk of her having to harm her friend.

"But Phyliss, won't you come with me and help me pick something to wear? You know as well as I do that you have the far better fashion sense."
 
"A splendid idea." said Ma'ant. "She really has an eye for clothing, for herself-" he looked down at her dress..."and for others as well." He looked at his own sinister outfit. He run his hand over the gorgon, as she moved to the vampires side. "Of course I will help you." she said, while she followed her freind and the bugbear, who showed the way to a somehow smaller room at the end of the corridor.
 
At least she had managed to separate the two. That was a good start. Now if only she could get rid of the bugbear.

Together with her friend Verialyn followed the servant creature until they reached the wardrobe, the same room that Phyliss and Ma'ant had chosen their clothes not so long ago. As they entered Verialyn could not help but whistle at the sight. Their host was better equipped in that regard than most merchants on the market place.

"Go ahead and find me something nice and sexy that will get the guys drooling" she said to Phyliss with a grin as she dropped her skirt again and stepped out of it. She doubted it would combine well with anything the gorgon would select. Then almost as an afterthought, she wiggled her bare behind at the bugbear still with them in the room and told him "I think we can manage alone now. Or do you want another go at the two of us?"
 
"Let me see. As I am dressed in green, you could go well in red..." Phyliss browsed through the clothes, very happy and excited. She didn't feel jealous in any way about her friend now. She realized that Ma'ant praised her really high, and she didn't even cared much if he would read her minds by now.

The bugbear turned around, just as he intended to go. "Anytime..." he grinned. Having them both, all alone for him, would be even better. He was less bright then Ghor, not thinking how his boss might take on this.
 
"Just make sure it displays my best side. A nice big cleavage and such." Verialyn replied with a grin to her friends suggestion. She did not pay that much attention to clothing, as very often she ended up without it quite soon anyways. Like now...

She looked at the bugbear - Rendel, wasn't it - for a bit longer. She was tempted to really go through with that offer, although she doubted Phyliss would join them, monstrous beings like that one were not usually to her friend's liking. But asking could not hurt, on the off chance that she would agree and that a bugbear penis somewhere inside her would indeed cure her of some of her fascination for their master. It was a longshot, but whatever...

So she approached the bugbear, hips swaying enticingly, with a knowledgeable grin on her face, until her stark naked form stood right in front of him. Without breaking eye contact she asked over her shoulder "What do you say Phyliss, dear Rendel here wants to show you just how good a servant he can be."
 
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Rendel, the large bugbear, grinned and looked at the gorgons nice behind, that stretchted through the shining green fabrique of her elegant dress, as she was bowed forward, browsing through the clothes, having forgetten everything around her. His cock immedieatly reacted, what was answer enough. "Yahhh... I like to fill her."

Phyliss herself hadn't listened to her friends conversation with the servant. Somehow, they would be her servants as well soon... She pulled out a red dress that was longer then knee-length, but not much more. She realized that the long elegant dresses she preferes herself would not suit her friend; Verialyn had never learned how to move properly in them, and she didn't want to embarass her with an outfit that would look like a disguise. The dress had no sleeves and would present some cleavages, there were large red quillings at the top that would work fine. Phyliss got up and stretched, holding the dress up to have a better look.
 
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