Slave to the Sorceress

[Kaena]

If she had any concerns that he was not enjoying her fucking him, they were erased by his by the pleasure filled groans that fell from his lips. She could feel his cock pulsing beneath her fingers as she continued to expertly tease and coax him towards his inevitable release. With each thrust into his body she could feel her own arousal peaking. Her thighs were slick from her own juices as she worked the hard phallus in and out of his tight ass. His complete surrender to her was endearing her to him more and more.

She could tell by the intensity of his moan that he was close and she could feel his body trembling beneath her. The brush of her nipple along his back sent a shiver down her spine and drew her own moan from her lips. His cry as he finally came nearly pushed her over the edge, but she held back, opting instead to continue to stroke him through his orgasm, the phallus buried deep inside him. She could feel his hot seed spilling down her hand as his cock spasmed wildly. When she finally felt like he was spent, she released his cock and slowly slid the fake phallus from his ass. She stood and watched him recovering in the after math of his orgasm before unbuckling the strap on and putting it in the wash basin to be cleaned later.

Leaning back down to where he had yet to move form the end of the bed, she kissed the side of his neck. "I am not done with you yet boy," she said breathlessly, her hand running down his bare back to his ass and back up again. "Get hard for me again my pet."

Climbing onto the bed, she lay back against the pillows and spread her legs suggestively. Smiling at him she motioned him forward to join her, wondering if he would have the energy to obey her order.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

"Show me how much you like it."

His moan came louder verging into an out and out cry and his legs began to tremble as she pushed him right up to the edge and then over it.

He erupted as her hand stoked and the dildo she was driving into his ass driving on and on. It felt cathartic, explosive, and cleansing.

When it was over she pulled out slowly, so slowly. He was panting deep breaths as she stepped back. He jumped at the sound of her putting the strap-on into a nearby wash-basin.

Galan then was surprised when she leaned over him again she kissed him on the side of his neck whispering, "I am not done with you yet, boy."

"You want more," He asked her dumbfounded still catching his breath.

She clambered up onto the bed and lay down against the pillows there legs spread wide and giving him an eye catching view of her naked body and clean-shaven womanhood all the way to her face. Eyes regarding him with a dark and passionate hunger inside them. She raised a hand beckoning him to join her saying, "Get hard for me again, my pet."

Galan straightened looking down at the puddle of his semen on the floor at the foot of the bed and his now flaccid cock and then back up to her, that hunger, that desire not diminished in the least the last he looked in those eyes. Those eyes, that look was banking the flames of an equal desire, a desire for her he was only now realizing that had been there underneath all the hatred and fear he had of her ever since that first moment he ever saw her.

He chuckled and then broke into a laugh and then regarded her nude and inviting body before. "You, Mistress, are insatiable."

He began to climb onto the bed to do as she commanded. He took one of her dainty feet and placed a kiss at her toes and then another on the top of her foot then the inside, the ankle, the shin, inside of her knee, then her inner thigh. Bypassing her pussy he kissed up her body. She had an amazing body, lithe and lean, but still somehow curvy and voluptuous in all the most enticing ways. At the same time she was not soft or flabby. No, kissing the subtle impressions of abdominal muscles over her stomach as he kissed his way up her body. His mistress may be a beautifully powerful sorceress but she had the body of a trained and deadly warrior even without the sorcery.

He kissed up one slope of her right breast, probably spending too much attention to it, and definitely spending too much attention to the nipple that crowned it, and of course, he couldn't leave its sister breast unattended to-that would just be rude wouldn't it-of course it would.

Sadly he eventually left her breasts and made his way upward leaving kisses like footprints up her chest and neck. Galan looked into her eyes and lowered his head to press his lips against hers in a kiss of desire and passion.

Here finally his cock making love to this gorgeous woman, his mistress, was starting to return to life. That was amazing considering how soon it was since his last monster orgasm. It must be her using her magic on it again. Yeah, that had to be it.

 

[Kaena]

She lay back against the pillows watching him, her ebony hair spread like a fan beneath her, a stark contrast to the white satin sheets beneath her. Her body burned with her arousal as her eyes traveled over his naked body, her erect nipples a testament to the fire that burned within. As his gaze rose to meet hers she smiled at the lustful look that met hers, a look no longer darkened by hate or fear. In the span of a few mere hours, he had gone from someone fighting her every step of the way, to man that appeared to want her as much as she wanted him.

"You, Mistress, are insatiable." She couldn't help but laugh along with him at his words, despite the honesty in them. "You didn't think I was going to let you have all the fun," she replied, her dark eyes glistening with amusement. Her next words died in her throat as she felt his soft lips press against her foot. The sensuality of that brief touch sent shivers down her spine, which only increased as he made his way slowly up her leg. By the time his warm lips reached her inner thigh her body was almost humming with her arousal.

She reached out and ran her fingers through his hair, entangling her fingers within the silky locks. She let her hand rest loosely as he continued to kiss up her body, not controlling, just luxuriating in the feel of his hair between her fingers. As his lips finally came to rest on her hard nipple, she gasped and arched softly off the bed. Her deep moan escaped her lips as mouth explored her breast and then moved on to the other. It was taking all her control not to grab him and push him down onto the bed to have her way with him.

Her breath was coming in pants by the time he moved on to kiss up her chest and neck. She was sure he could see the need in her eyes when his gaze finally raised to meet hers. As his lips captured hers, she let herself lose herself in his kiss, her hand on the back of his head pulling him into her as her lips devoured his. Her tongue slipped between his lips and battled against his her breath deepened, another soft moan escaping from her lips. Her other hand slid between them and down to his cock, pleased to find that he was already starting to get hard again, despite what had just happened earlier.

"Fuck me my pet," she moaned, her hand guiding his cock to the entrance of her weeping pussy. "I want to feel you buried deep inside me. I need you inside me."

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

Here finally his cock making love to this gorgeous woman, his mistress, was starting to return to life. That was amazing considering how soon it was since his last monster orgasm. It must be her using her magic on it again. Yeah, that had to be it.

Looking into her eyes Galan could see the flames of her desire roaring to an inferno within them. He was surprised when she reached up and pulled his head down to lay claim to his lips in a fiery lustful kiss that spoke directly to his hardening manhood. It coaxed and coerced to rise to full hardness and serve its mistress once more. It seemed to be listening with with growing enthusiasm.

As they kissed she gasped and arched her back pressing those wondrous mounds of her breasts into his chest. Their tongues wrestled between them, vying for dominance. She won of course. She always seemed to win whenever they sparred for control. Surprisingly it did not make him feel resentful, it seemed right, reassuring to him that she was always the victor between them.

The hand she had slipped between them to caress and stroke his stiffening member had little to do with that. No, how good it felt as she did it, was no distraction at all. Really. If it did, that would be just playing dirty, wouldn't it? Of course it would be.

The hand led him like a horse to the watering hole to the entrance of her womanhood. His tip was nestled right at the lips of her pussy.

"Fuck me, my pet," She commanded him, "I want to feel you buried deep inside me. I need you inside me."

How could he disobey that? He was his mistress's humble servant after all.

"Gods, Mistress, I want that too," He replied pushing forward and into her. It was like diving into heaven dick first. He remembered what her pussy felt like wrapped around his cock, the way it hugged and squeezed it, last night. It was amazingly pleasurable to be inside her like this. However last night he had tried to defy her power and had no agency in exploring it when she used the pleasure of her pussy to break down his resistance to her. This time he was free to explore the paradise that was her sex and revel in the pleasure it brought.

He moaned into another kiss as he pushed his big cock all the way into the warmest, tightest, wettest pussy in the wide world. He began to withdraw and push back in and withdraw, building a rhythm searching for the angle and pace that would bring Nyra as much pleasure as he was feeling right now.

 

[Kaena]

She didn't have to wait long for him to comply to her orders, his hard cock driving deep inside her with one thrust. She arched off the bed moaning loudly, her hands clenching the sheets beneath her. Though she had enjoyed fucking him the night before, it had been more business than pleasure, using her body to get what she wanted from him. This time was different. He was willingly making love to her and it was awakening something in her that she hadn't ever felt before. Her pussy clenched tightly around his cock as he he slowly rolled his hips, his cock sliding with ease in and out of her eager sex.

Arching up to him again, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him even deeper inside her. His body brushing over her erect nipples as he thrust into her sent electric shivers through her body. She moved her hips in rhythm with each thrust, her breath quickening as she felt the pressure begin to build between her legs.

Reaching up she slid her hand down his back and over his ass, pulling him into her before sliding her hands back up to his shoulders. Her fingernails dug into his shoulder as another thrust pushed deep inside her, finding the one spot inside her that threatened to drive her insane with pleasure. Another moan escaped her lips as her breath deepened, her body right on the edge.

"Faster my pet," she whispered, barely able to speak. "I want you to come with me. Show me how much you like to fuck me." She gasped as another wave of pleasure washed over, her hips arching wildly off the bed. She wanted him to come with her but if he kept up what he was doing, she was going to come whether he was ready or not.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

He moaned into another kiss as he pushed his big cock all the way into the warmest, tightest, wettest pussy in the wide world. He began to withdraw and push back in and withdraw, building a rhythm searching for the angle and pace that would bring Nyra as much pleasure as he was feeling right now.

As he entered her Nyra arched her back up off the mattress pressing her breasts into his chest causing a titilating friction from her hardened, puckered nipples against his skin. He felt her legs wrap around his pumping hips as he pushed in and pulled out to dive back in. He could feel her legs pushing him in, and the hand on his backside, coaxing, encouraging, commanding, him to push even deeper within her wonderous sex.

In that he was her most humble servant.

She had lifted her hips helping him in finding the most pleasurable angle in which to drive into her for them both. So now his thrusts were met with the music of clapping flesh on flesh and the panting of their breaths and moans and gasps. This was a symphony of pleasure and passion.

In his ear she whispered, "Faster, my pet."

His pace started to pick up in response to his words and he moaned out his pleasure.

"I want you to come with me," He heard her gasp. The pleasure-soaked hitch in her words speaking volumes to him, and all of it spoken straight to his cock, "Show me how much you like to fuck me."

"Oh gods," He growled as her hips arched up to meet his rampaging thrusts . He was already on the verge of climaxing within her. He did not know whether he could hold out long enough at this pace to wait for her to come before he blew, "I will try..."

Despite what Nyra had told him his wild thrust into her began to slow to give him a chance to meet her eyes with as he drew them higher and higher to the pinnacle of their pleasure hand and hand with her now. And there was something more in her eyes...and there was more in the reflection of his own as they both watched it shine through buried underneath all the bad blood between them, and their burgeoning relationship as mistress and slave. There was something under it...some sort of different, softer, though more resilient and mysterious connection.

What was it? It was beautiful, whatever it was.

Galan needed to uncover it now and-

-His eyes drifted closed and a gasp escaped his mouth as he vaulted over the edge a bird at the mercy of the winds of their joint passions. He began to come inside of her and the mysterious connection between them momentarily set to the side as Galan soared on the winds of pleasure in her arms-his captor/his mistress.

 

[Kaena]

Nyra couldn't help but to arch up to meet his thrusts as she writhed on the bed beneath him. Her breath deepened along with the moans that spilled forth from her lips. She had never felt the level of pleasure she was feeling by having him between her legs. With each thrust she could feel his hard cock burying deep inside her quivering pussy, pushing her to a whole other level. Even though she had ordered him to go faster, she was relieved when he slowed down, allowing her head to clear and her body pull back from the edge. She took a deep breath, moaning softly as he pressed into her again, his swollen member feeling as if it was about to split her in two.

Her eyes met his and she gasped at what she saw there. Gone was the hate and anger she that had been burning there and instead something else gleamed, something she wasn't quite she she understood just yet. And beneath it all she could see the desire burning deep in his gaze, a desire so deep she felt as if she was drowning within them. Closing her eyes she arched off the bed once again, her hands clenching in the sheets as she rose to move in unison with him.

Just as she thought she could hold back no longer she felt him start to come and it pushed her over the edge. Crying out, she came hard, her pussy clenching tightly around his cock as they both rode the waves of their orgasm. She clutched desperately at him, her hands digging into his shoulders as if holding on for dear life. Her moans increased in pitch as shock waves of pleasure roared through her body, her back bowing off the bed. With one final cry, she fell back onto the bed, her body quivering as she tried to catch her breath.


It seemed like forever before her beating heart finally slowed and she was able to even think clearly, her body still shivering from the after effects of their love making. Looking up into his eyes she smiled before pulling him down to kiss him softly, another shiver travelling along her spine at the feel of his now soft cock still resting inside her. She raced for words to say to express how she felt, but could find none that truly showed how she felt. As he lay against her, all she could think of how it just felt right for him to be there and this was the beginning of something new, something she was excited to explore further with him at her side.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

Galan needed to uncover it now and-

-His eyes drifted closed and a gasp escaped his mouth as he vaulted over the edge, a bird at the mercy of the winds of their joint passions. He began to come inside of her and the mysterious connection between them momentarily set to the side as Galan soared on the winds of pleasure in her arms-his captor/his mistress.

She was right there with him soaring on the winds beside him. There were no words to describe how pleasurable the feeling of her pussy coming around him as he thrust deep into it coming inside of the convulsing sheathe. Galan moaned clutching her tight to him flexing his hips as shot after shot erupted out of him and into her.

Her arms held him tight against her, with something near a desperate need.

They lay there for several moments panting from the exertion, and truth to tell Galan was basking with that oneness, that connection, with her. They didn't speak for a long time. To him it seemed that brief moment was too precious-too fragile. To remark on it would be to shatter it before either of them truly understood what it was between them.

After a few more moments he worried about the fact that he was still laying atop her. Finally his strength returned and he rolled off of her and lay atop the bed. He looked over to her and began to wonder to fear if he had only imagined that connection between them. If she had not noticed the same thing between them, or worse, belittled it he'd shrivel up and die right here.

Softly still too reverent of it to speak too loudly of it he asked, "What was that-"

-There came the loud knocking at the door. "Misitress?" Came the voice of an old woman from the other side of the door, "It's time to stop playing with your new toy and attend the affairs of your kingdom."

 

[Kaena]

They lay together in comfortable silence, the only sound being their staggered breathing as they fought to catch their breath. Nyra could feel his heart still beating wildly as his chest remained pressed against hers. She ran her hands down his back and over his ass, looking into his eyes. The moment their eyes met, she felt the connection she had felt earlier during their lovemaking and she sighed softly in relief. She had feared that it was something that was only born in the moment, but, now it seemed like it was so much more.

When he finally slid onto the bed beside her, she rolled on her side and continued to study his face. When he looked up at her again she saw a nervousness that bordered on fear in his eyes that she didn't understand. Reaching out she slowly trailed her hand along his leg and up to his stomach before laying it to rest comfortably on his chiseled abdomen.

“What was that-” His words brought a smile to her lips and a sudden understanding to the look is his eyes. He was in the same situation as her. He didn't understand what had just happened between them and was just as scared as her to ruin it. She was just about to answer him when the loud knock came on the door. She groaned and rolled over, reaching for her robe as the voice of her adviser echoed from the hallway.

“Looks like I am needed elsewhere,” she said, leaning down to kiss him again, savoring the taste of his lips on hers. “My kingdom awaits.” Smiling she pulled on her robe and swung open the door to greet the woman standing there.

“I am sure you could handle things just as easily as I could Maribel,” she said, smiling softly. “You did teach me all I know after all. Maribel had been her mother's maid and had taken her in after her parents were killed. It was her that taught her how to harness the power of her magic and use it properly. She always had a fond place in her heart for the woman. If anyone else had spoken to her as Maribel had, she would have scolded them, but, she always treated Maribel with the respect she deserved.

“I am not the queen,” Maribel responded, smirking as she looked over Nyra's shoulder to where Galen still lay nude on the bed. “I know you would prefer to spend the day with your new acquisition, but, you have duties to attend to. You knew when you conquered this kingdom that it came with responsibilities. You are to meet with some of the farmers. You know they have not had a good year for their crops and they are having a hard time providing for their families. These people rely on you and the promise you made to them to take care of them.”


“I know, I know,” Nyra replied, blushing in embarrassment. She had been so wrapped up in Galen that she had forgotten about the meetings she had scheduled for later that morning. “Let me get dressed and I will be down in the throne room in about an hour. I am sure you can keep them company until then.”

“Yes Mistress,” Maribel replied, bowing slightly as she backed away from the door. “One hour. If you have not shown by then, I will return. Do not let yourself get distracted with your new slave, though from the looks of him, I wouldn't blame you.” Smiling Maribel turned on her heel and headed down the hallway towards the throne room, leaving Nyra to close the door behind her.

Turning towards Galen she smiled, looking appreciatively over his nude body. Maribel was right, it was easy to become distracted by him. Shaking her head, she walked to her wardrobe and opened it, searching for the appropriate attire for the day.

“Get up Galen,” she ordered, looking over at him still lazing on the bed. “You will help me dress and then I will decide what to do with you while I go attend to the matters at hand.” Pulling out a red dress trimmed in black lace, she placed it on the chair beside her before taking out her corset, stockings and underwear, Sitting in her chair, she stretched out a leg, towards him. “Come on, you can start with my stockings.”

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

Softly still too reverent of it to speak too loudly of it he asked, "What was that-"

-There came the loud knocking at the door. "Misitress?" Came the voice of an old woman from the other side of the door, "It's time to stop playing with your new toy and attend the affairs of your kingdom."

Nyra had placed her rolled over on her side and those eyes swept over him as he lay there panting. For some reason she had looked surprised when he asked her that. Galan hoped he hadn't messed up and made her think whatever that was wasn't important to him. Her hand brushing over his thigh and up to his chest brought some reassurance that she hadn't misunderstood his feelings on that.

At the sound of the knock she groaned rolling over to grab a robe from the back of the chair and pulling it on. Before giving him a kiss she bent down over him saying, "Looks like I am needed elsewhere." After the sweet moment of their kiss she pulled back and turned to the chamber's door. "My kingdom awaits."

When she padded over to answer the door Galan lifted fingers to his lips still savoring the press of her lips on his. The door opened and she began to converse and banter with old woman waiting at it. Eventually he realized the woman could see his cock. Hurriedly he tried to pull one of the blankets over him to conceal his nudity from her, but unfortunately the way he lay on them he couldn't get it over and covering his bared manhood from her gaze.

Nyra came back to him with a big smile on her face. Was she amused by that old woman getting an eyeful of his nude body?

To her he asked, "Time to get work, huh?"

“Get up Galen,” she ordered, looking over at him still lazing on the bed. “You will help me dress and then I will decide what to do with you while I go attend to the matters at hand."

He sat up and looked back to her as she opened her wardrobe and began selecting what she wanted to wear. If she decided to let him stay here...maybe he could sneak out and look for ways to sabotage her-No, no, something about that felt wrong to him. Why? He could go about undermining her regime and...and betray her in the process. Why did that concept make him feel so...so...slimy?

Clothing selected she sat down in the chair next to her wardrobe and lifted a leg pointing it at him. “Come on, you can start with my stockings.”

He looked down at her extended leg and he smiled. She had long lean shapely legs that started at her feet and went up and up and up it seemed forever. Gods, he loved her legs.

He came up to her lowered down to one knee before her stating the obvious, "I've never put on stockings on a woman before...are you sure you want me to be the one to do that for you?"

He didn't ask what had happened to his own clothes or if he could wear them though that was very much weighing on his mind at the moment.

 

[Kaena]

Nyra couldn't help by amused by his attempts to cover himself as Maribel stood in the doorway. He would have to get used to being naked around others. He had yet to earn the right to wear clothes. It was a lot easier to keep a slave from running away when they were naked, than if they were fully clothed. Though, she had a feeling they had come to the point where he would not try to run, she wasn't going to put the thought to a test. It would be a pity to have to punish him again, after their appeared to be some kind of connection building between them.

She watched him as she laid out her clothes, trying to read the look on his face. To an untrained eye it would seem like he was just passively watching her, but, she could see that there was something warring inside him that was reflected in his eyes. Maybe she had been wrong in her assumption that he wouldn't try to run if given the chance. She would have to keep a close eye on his just in case.


She smiled as he looked appreciatively along her leg as she held it towards him. As he half knelt in front of her she rested her foot on his shoulder, her robe falling open to give him a clear view of her naked body.

"I've never put on stockings on a woman before...are you sure you want me to be the one to do that for you?" She frowned at his hesitation and sighed in displeasure. She didn't like to have her orders questioned.

“If I didn't want you to do it, I wouldn't have told you to,” she said, her cool eyes looking down at him. “Helping me to dress will be part of your duties so you might as well start to now. Hurry up, we don't have all day.” Smiling to soften the blow of her words, she slowly trailed her foot down his chest and stomach to between his legs, pressing against his cock teasingly before placing it back on his shoulder.

“I have decided, you will accompany me to the throne room,” she said as she waited for him to comply with her orders. “There are still those of this kingdom that held a hope that you would come riding in to save the day and let them return to their debauched way of living they had under your father's rule. They need to see that your father's regime has truly fallen and I am their queen now.”

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

He came up to her lowered down to one knee before her stating the obvious, "I've never put on stockings on a woman before...are you sure you want me to be the one to do that for you?"

He didn't ask what had happened to his own clothes or if he could wear them though that was very much weighing on his mind at the moment.

“If I didn't want you to do it," Came her reply with a terse and steady blue eyed gaze, "I wouldn't have told you to.”

He nodded, but added, "I'm only concerned that I will fail to meet your standards."

"Helping me to dress will be part of your duties so you might as well start to now." She said as if that settled the whole affair, "Hurry up, we don't have all day." She slowly trailed her foot down, down, down over the flat sculpted plains of his pectorals and then the tight-packed hillocks of his abdominal muscles and then down to a far different kind of muscle. She teasingly pressed it against his cock teasingly before laughing and lifted it back to rest on his shoulder.

"Very well, Mistress," He said reaching and taking the black silk stocking. Thinking of how he pulled on his socks he bunched it up and began to pull it over toes and over her dainty feet. She had pretty exacting standards and chided him when he didn't meet them, but he applied himself and managed to eventually pull the stocking up her leg without wrinkles showing and smoothed and the seam lined perfectly up the back of her calf and thigh. Then there was the underwear made of some form of black lace panties.

In her motions Nyra's robe had fallen open and as he moved to put the panties on her he marveled at her amazing sexual beauty. He did not think there was any position or outfit she could wear that she wouldn't look mesmerizing in. She of course had the same exacting standards how she wanted the sheer lace to rest over her hips or nestle between the cheeks of her ass or what areas she wanted the sheer lace to show and what she wanted to reveal. Then there was the deep red velvet dress and the corset. He had to tighten the laces and retighten them until she was happy with it.

“I have decided, you will accompany me to the throne room,” She announced to him when she was finally pleased with his dressing of her.

"Fine," He said looking around the bedchamber, "Where's my clothes?"

“There are still those of this kingdom that held a hope that you would come riding in to save the day and let them return to their debauched way of living they had under your father's rule." Nyra explained to him, "They need to see that your father's regime has truly fallen and I am their queen now.”

He blinked beginning to get an idea where this was going, and not being a fan of it, "I will tell them I lost and it's over as soon as I am clothed...you don't have to demonstrate it to them so...pointedly."

 

[Kaena]

"I'm only concerned that I will fail to meet your standards." She nodded in understanding at his words, her face softening a little as she watched him tentatively pick up her stocking and start to slide it up her leg. It took him a couple of tries to get it right but once he had one in place, he slid the other stocking in place with ease. She stood when he picked up her lace panties and stepped into them, shivering at the feel of his hands on her ass as he straightened them into place. Looking down at him she smiled, running her fingers through his hair before he pulled away to pick up her dress.

He made quick work of getting the dress over her head and into place, seeming to get more comfortable in his role. Next he slid the corset in place and worked to lace them up.

“You need to lace it tighter,” she instructed as he sat back thinking he was finished. “If I go out with my corset laced like this, they are going to think I have let myself go. Do it again.” She waited impatiently as he undid the laces and tightened them again, taking her breath away as he pulled them too tight.

“Careful,” she scolded, shaking her head. “I need to breath too.” She took a deep breath to keep herself from berating him more as he loosened the ties and retightened them. It was his first time after all, is not like she could expect him to be perfect right away. It had taken Serena several times to get it right as well, having never had to tie her own laces before and having no clue how to do it either. With one last pull, he tied the laces once again, finally getting it to the right level of tightness that she preferred.

“You have done well for your first time,” she said, holding out a foot as he slid her shoe in place. “You will get better in time. Once you are fully trained, you will be expected to perform your duties with perfection or you will be punished. Do you understand?” She didn't wait for a reply as she moved to jewelry box and slid her ring on her finger and several silver bracelets on her wrist.

“They will be waiting for us in throne room,” she said, looking over at him. “We need to get going.”


"Where's my clothes?" She smiled at his question, shaking her head. He had so much to learn.

“You have yet to earn the right to wear clothes,” she said, moving to a wooden box on the table. Opening it she took out a black leather collar that was embossed with her family crest. She lovingly ran her fingers over the workmanship, thinking of the last slave she had that wore the collar. He had served her until the day he died trying to defend her on the night she had raided the castle. It seemed fitting that Galen be the one to take his place.

"I will tell them I lost and it's over as soon as I am clothed...you don't have to demonstrate it to them so...pointedly." She raised an arched brow at his words, a dissatisfied look on her face. It was obvious that he was not happy with the thought of leaving her chamber without clothes.

“Are you questioning me boy,” she said, taking a step towards him, her voice lowering to a warning. “You will do as I say. If I wish you to join me unclothed, then it is not your place to request otherwise.” Sliding the collar through the fingers she sighed.

“On your knees,” she ordered, her voice giving no room for argument. “You will not be wearing clothes when we leave this chamber. But, you will be wearing this.” She held up the collar for him to see, waiting to see if he would comply to her orders, or defy her once again.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

"Fine," He said looking around the bedchamber, "Where's my clothes?"

“You have yet to earn the right to wear clothes,” she said, moving to a wooden box on the table.

Galan looked down at his naked body not liking that at all. He had accepted his subservient position to her, even before his sister...but other people...complete strangers even...or worse people that had placed their faith in him to defeat Nyra? It made his stomach feel like it was crawling with bugs. He did not want to let those people down like that, but what choice did he have?

From the chest she pulled out what looked like a leather collar. He saw her quietly run her fingers over the smooth surface almost reverently.

He blinked beginning to get an idea where this was going, and not being a fan of it, "I will tell them I lost and it's over as soon as I am clothed...you don't have to demonstrate it to them so...pointedly."

“Are you questioning me boy,” she said, taking a step towards him, her voice lowering to a warning. “You will do as I say. If I wish you to join me unclothed, then it is not your place to request otherwise.” Sliding the collar through the fingers she sighed.

He took a deep calming breath. "I'm not questioning you. If you want me to do this...I will."

"On your knees,” she ordered, her voice giving no room for argument.

His jaw clenched hard he complied with her orders lowering to the floor....on his knees before her. He looked back up at her as she stood before him still holding that collar.

“You will not be wearing clothes when we leave this chamber." She said and held out the leash for him, "But you will be wearing this."

His eyes focused on the band of leather in her hands and then back up to her, and he asked with a voice thick with constrained anger. "You're going to lead me out there like a dog...to what...humiliate me...to crush any remaining supporters I had left after my capture? You've already won that fight."

His fist clenched with a visible righteous fury yearning to lash out at...no...she had won...she deserved the spoils of her victory....that included his own humiliation...didn't it?

His hand unclenched from the fist and reached up for the leash to put around his neck...like a dog...her dog.

Her dog.

Strange how putting it like that didn't fill him with the same level of upset.

 

[Kaena]

She could feel his anger from across the room, his eyes glaring as he looked at the collar in her hand. It was blatantly obvious that he was not happy with the thought of not being clothed when they left the room. It was that anger that almost made her falter as she waited for him to kneel. Was she willing to risk the connection that was slowly building between them for a mere show of dominance? If he hadn't in that moment lowered himself to his knees in front of her, she didn't know if she would have changed her mind.

"You're going to lead me out there like a dog...to what...humiliate me...to crush any remaining supporters I had left after my capture? You've already won that fight." She frowned at his words, biting back a scathing reply. The collar she held meant more to her than merely a means to control him or degrade him.

“Many would be honored to wear my collar,” she replied, brushing his hands away as he reached from it. “I do not ask you to wear it to treat you like a dog. Yes, it is a symbol of my owning you, but, it also shows others that I have claimed you and you are under my protection. There are those of my people who are still very angry with how your father treated us and would jump at the chance to kill you, yet, they respect what the collar means. They will not dare to harm you while you wear it.”

Reaching down she ran a hand through his hair before sliding her hand under his chin to raise his gaze up to meet hers. “I know you do not agree with my decision about your clothes,” she said softly, brushing her fingers lightly along his neck. “You will learn eventually that being my slave is not always going to be easy and you will have to do things you don't like. Once you have fully submitted to me, it will be easier to accept.”

Leaning down she placed the collar around his neck and buckled it in place, ensuring it wasn't too tight. Straightening up, she brushed her fingers lovingly along the collar before reaching for the leash that attached to it.

“This collar will only be put on and removed by me,” she said clipping the leash to the ring on the front of the collar. “If you remove it, you will be face the consequences.” Tugging on the leash she pulled him up to her and kissed him softly, her mouth lingering on his, savoring the taste of his mouth against hers. Breaking the kiss she sighed and turned towards the door.

“The people await,” she said, looking back at him. “Ready?”

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

His eyes focused on the band of leather in her hands and then back up to her, and he asked with a voice thick with constrained anger. "You're going to lead me out there like a dog...to what...humiliate me...to crush any remaining supporters I had left after my capture? You've already won that fight."

His fist clenched with a visible righteous fury yearning to lash out at...no...she had won...she deserved the spoils of her victory....that included his own humiliation...didn't it?

His hand unclenched from the fist and reached up for the leash to put around his neck...like a dog...her dog.

Her dog.

Strange how putting it like that didn't fill him with the same level of upset.

“Many would be honored to wear my collar,” she replied, brushing his hands away as he reached from it. “I do not ask you to wear it to treat you like a dog."

"...You didn't...but then..." He stammered looking back up to her, "...Why?"

"Yes, it is a symbol of my owning you, but, it also shows others that I have claimed you and you are under my protection." She explained.

"Protection from who..." He asked, "...Your people?"

"There are those of my people who are still very angry with how your father treated us and would jump at the chance to kill you," She expanded, "Yet, they respect what the collar means. They will not dare to harm you while you wear it.”

His head dropped down, "So I have no other choice but to wear it or I'll be killed."

Reaching down she ran a hand through his hair before sliding her hand under his chin to raise his gaze up to meet hers. “I know you do not agree with my decision about your clothes,” she said softly, brushing her fingers lightly along his neck.

His nerves began to calm at her gentle touch and he released a breath he was holding. To what she said he nodded, "But you will make me do it regardless of what I wish, won't you?"

“You will learn eventually that being my slave is not always going to be easy," Nyra tenderly informed him, "And you will have to do things you don't like. Once you have fully submitted to me, it will be easier to accept.”

With that she bent down and fitted the collar around his neck. The leather was smooth and soft and cool against his skin, but to Galan at that moment it felt like sharp metal spikes of an iron maiden being closed around him.

His fists clenched tight at his sides as he endured the process of becoming so visibly her slave. Then he said with maybe more frustration leaking into his tone than was probably wise to her, "What further submission could you possibly require of me?"

“This collar will only be put on and removed by me,” She said taking the leash and attaching it on to the front of the collar at his throat. “If you remove it, you will be face the consequences.”

He lifted a hand to the collar tracing his fingertips over it in a similar motion as she had moments before. At the back was a simple buckle. He could unfasten it and free himself at any time.

No. He would trust her. He had to at this point....besides something in him really wanted to trust her.

His hand lowered back down to his side.

Then with a tug on his leash he was pulled up to stand naked before her. She leaned in and planted her lips to his in a soft, gentle, and so very welcome kiss. She lingered there seeming to lull his fears and anger at the helplessness of his situation.

Then she put an end to it pulling away and declaring to him as she started heading towards the door. "the people await, ready?"

"No, but I don't think that will stop you." He answered his anxiety starting to climb as she pulled him forward towards this ordeal.

The door swung open and there stood two of her gaurds in armor and polearms. they saw Nyra but then quickly centered on Galan. His gaze wasn't the mocking look Galan expected. Instead it was the sweep of an seasoned warrior over his naked body gauging his strengths and weaknesses, assessing him as a potential threat towards their queen. The fact that he was naked before them was apparently peripheral to the execution of their duties, or something so common within Nyra's palace that it was of no consequence.

They began heading down the corridors her gaurdsmen falling in around her, Galan being led behind her as consequential as her pet dog.

 

[Kaena]

Nyra had been watching his face as she spoke about the collar. A range of emotions seemed to pass behind his eyes. Anger, defeat and finally acceptance. Through it all, there still remained something else lingering there, something she had yet to figure out.

His head dropped down, "So I have no other choice but to wear it or I'll be killed." She frowned at these words and how true they truly were. He was right. If he refused to wear her collar and was found without her around for protection, he would most likely be killed. Though she did deep down fear that her collar would not protect him from his own people who had been wronged by his father.

She hadn't realized how tense she was until she felt her muscles ease at the sight of him visibly calming beneath her touch. When she bent down to buckle the collar in place she could see the apprehension slowly creeping back into him, a displeased look coming across his face as she straightened back up and looked down at him.

"What further submission could you possibly require of me?" She narrowed her eyes at these words and the frustrated tone in his voice, but chose not to chastise him for it. She couldn't really blame him for feeling the way he did. Still, she made a mental note to speak with him about it later, after the day was behind them. She would let it slip this time, but she had to make sure he was fully aware that it would not be tolerated going forward.

When he reached for the collar, she half expected him to unbuckle it and remove it. Instead she was pleasantly surprised to see that he let his hand drop to his side without making any move to do so. She could feel his body ease a little at her kiss but as soon as she pulled away she saw the the anxiety return to his eyes. She smiled softly at his anxious reply, running her fingers through his hair one more time before opening the door.

She noticed the attention of her guards rivet to him immediately as soon as they stepped out into the hallway. She studied their faces as they sized him up, their gaze remaining neutral. It wasn't as if Nyra made a habit of traipsing naked men through her castle, however, her guards knew better to even react at the site of his nudity. The last person who Nyra had done this with was Serena and the few guards that had dared to make lewd comments and let their gaze linger a little too long had been made an example of.

She walked slowly through the castle, sandwiched between her guards, Galen following at the end of the leash in her hand. They quickly drew the attention of the people milling around the castle and their gaze and whispers followed them down the hall. It wasn't until Nyra stopped, holding up her hand to her guards to still them and turned coolly to gaze back at the citizens that the whispering stopped. The rest of their trek to the throne room was uneventful.

As soon as they entered the room, all conversations stopped and everyone turned to look at them. Nyra paid them no heed, moving to sit on the throne, motioning for Galen to kneel at her feet. She quickly found the few farmers that Maribel had spoke of standing off to the side. She couldn't help but notice the disgusted look that crossed their face when their eyes fell on Galen. Before she could even say anything a short, red faced man rushed towards the throne, his anger practically radiating from him.

“What is he doing here?” he questioned, his eyes boring into Galen. “You promised you would take care of us and this kingdom and yet you let this dog live. His father didn't care anything about us lowly farmers. And it looks like you are the same. I should have known better to believe an Etzhi bitch. If you won't kill him then I will.” With these words he pulled his sword and ran at Galen, a crazed look in his eyes. Raising a hand, Nyra quickly spoke a spell that stopped him in his tracks, mere seconds before his sword found its target. With a flick of her wrist he was thrown back and down on his knees, his sword falling from his hand and clattering to the floor, the sound of the metal against the marble tile the only sound in the now deathly silent room. Nyra could feel everyone's eyes on her as they waited to see what she would do next. As much as she wanted to kill him where he knelt, she knew that wouldn't make her any better than the former king and any trust she had built in the people of the land would be broken.

“Galen is not his father,” she said, her voice wavering with contained anger. “I have claimed him as mine and he is now under my protection. Since I can understand your anger towards his family, I will let the matter drop with a warning. I will not tolerate any future acts of violence or disrespect towards him. Am I understood?” Her eyes moved across the crowd gauging their understanding before landing on the man on his knees before her. His shoulders sagged as he slowly nodded his understanding.

“Forgive me my Queen,” he stammered, not making any move to rise to his feet. “My family barely survived many winters under his father's rule. His father did nothing to help us in our time of need, yet he ensured those here at the castle were well fed and taken care of. With our crops not thriving this year, tensions are high among the people. When you said you would take care of us, we did not expect to potentially have to face another starving winter.”

“I am true to my word,” Nyra said, placing her hand on Galen's shoulder more as a comfort for her than anything else. “Your families will not go hungry this winter, or any winter under my rule. If you are not able to gather enough of a harvest to feed your families, you will be fed from the stores here at the castle, even if I have to go hungry myself.”

Turning to Maribel, she motioned her to come forward. “Maribel, please bring these farmers down to the stores so they may gather supplies for their families. Though I have a feeling that things will turn around with the crops, they will need something to tide them over in the meantime. As well if anyone comes to us in need, we will take care of them, no questions asked. These people need to see that I am a different ruler than they are used to.” With a nod, Maribel turned towards the farmers, a stern look on her face.

“Your Queen is far more forgiving than I am,” she said shaking her head at the man. “Come along then. I have other duties to attend to. You will get your supplies and be on your way.” With that the farmers filed silently from the room, the man who had attempted to attack Galen scampering behind them. As soon as they were gone, Nyra sat back in her seat with a heavy sigh.

“I had feared that there would be those of your own people that would hate you,” she said softly so only Galen could hear her. “Hopefully word of my mercy will spread quickly and we will not have to deal with matters such as this again.”

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

"No, but I don't think that will stop you." He answered his anxiety starting to climb as she pulled him forward towards this ordeal.

They began heading down the corridors her gaurdsmen falling in around her, Galan being led behind her as consequential as her pet dog.

They hadn't gone far when they reached people who weren't guardsmen, just random courtiers to Nyra. They were the ones that ogled him making Galan try to cover himself and walk gingerly behind his mistress as if she would shield him. The oglers shifted to hushed conversations and they way they cast looks at him as they spoke and they strode past were either mocking of his circumstances or desiring a much more violent fate upon him. Nyra turned her head at each of them and the whisperers immediately stopped and then they were past them heading towards his father's throne room-well Nyra's throne room now.

Nyra perched on the throne like the Queen of the kingdom she was, and bade him to kneel at her feet. Galan conscious of all the eyes upon him did so thankful that the positioning would do something to preserve some measure of his modesty in front of all these strangers.

A red faced man with a disdainful sneer for him came forward saying to her, “What is he doing here?” He questioned, his eyes boring into Galen. “You promised you would take care of us and this kingdom and yet you let this dog live. His father didn't care anything about us lowly farmers. And it looks like you are the same. I should have known better to believe an Etzhi bitch. If you won't kill him then I will.”

With that he drew a rapier and charged for him. Galan immediately shot up on his feet hands balled into a fists ready to defend himself, but it seemed he didn't have to. He had heard Nyra speak something as he got to his feet, and now the red-faced man was stopped not even half-way to him, just standing there frozen in mid-stride. He glanced back to Nyra who had her hand up and then she gave a flick of her wrist and he heard the red-faced man shriek as he was propelled backward through the air to the spot he had stood, but now onto his knees the Rapier in his hands clattering to the floor beside him.

“Galen is not his father,” she said, her voice wavering with contained anger. “I have claimed him as mine and he is now under my protection. Since I can understand your anger towards his family, I will let the matter drop with a warning. I will not tolerate any future acts of violence or disrespect towards him. Am I understood?” Her eyes moved across the crowd gauging their understanding before landing on the man on his knees before her. His shoulders sagged as he slowly nodded his understanding.

Galan returned to kneeling still conscious of the eyes on him, but as the everyday business of the court proceeded he felt those eyes inevitably stray from him and he became just another piece of furniture to them here. He watched as Nyra dealt with issue after issue without any of the selfishness or vitriol he'd see when his father had sat in that chair. Nyra was efficient, just, and fair without being a pushover. She was a better ruler than his father. He thought with some surprise that Nyra was a better ruler than he'd have ever been.

After a few hours she had the old woman that had poked her head in earlier usher the last of them out of the throne room leaving them alone in the grand vaulted chamber.

“I had feared that there would be those of your own people that would hate you,” she said softly so only Galen could hear her. “Hopefully word of my mercy will spread quickly and we will not have to deal with matters such as this again.”

He looked up at her, "You didn't have to do that. Even without the blessings of the gods of Light I am a strong warrior capable of defending myself...but I am grateful to you for protecting me Mistress...though I am unused to relying upon someone else doing so for me. It's not a natural thing for me. I think it will take some time before I become fully comfortable doing so."

Serena entered wearing her tiny and tight little maid's uniform carrying a tray with a teapot and two teacups. "Mistress, would you like some refreshment?" She gave him a sympathetic look-probably remembering the first time she had been led around naked on her mistress' leash, and the absolute mortification she had felt as so many stranger's eyes had caressed her bared vulnerable body. "Has my brother earned the privilege of drinking tea with you?"

 

[Kaena]

Nyra didn't know why but she felt that he would not balk at her order to kneel at her feet, but she just did . When he did so silently, positioning himself in a way to minimize his nakedness, she smiled, pleased with how easily he had fallen into that act of submission. What she wasn't pleased with was how quickly he got to his feet when the farmer rushed at him, even if she understood his reasoning. He needed to understand, unless something happened to her first, she would not allow any harm to come to him and once she gave him order, she expected him to obey it until he was told otherwise.

She gave him a cool glance as he slid back to his knees, before turning her attention to the other citizens waiting to meet with her. As she worked she could feel him watching her and wondered what was going through his mind. As the day moved along, it became more and more apparent of how bad a state his father had left his kingdom in. Even after a year under her rule, there were still those struggling to rebuild their lives after years of destitution. Over the half of the cases she dealt with were people asking for help in one way or another to feed their families. Some offered to do odd jobs around the castle to earn gold to take care of their families, while others were sent on their way with what they needed without anything asked for in return.

She was nearing the end of the list of people waiting to meet with her when a burly man came bursting through the door, dragging a teenage boy by his arm. He threw the boy unceremoniously to his knees at her feet. The man was one of the ones she recognized that had been part of the former king's inner circle. One who pledged his loyalty to her, in exchange for his life. She had never particularly liked the man, but, it had only been fair that he was given the same options as the others had been given. Up until now he had never given her a reason to regret her decision.

“What is the meaning of this?” she asked, her anger at the treatment of the boy evident on her face. “You better have a good explanation for laying hands on this boy.”

“This scoundrel has been stealing from me,” he spat, reaching out to slap the boy across the back of the head. “He deserves to spend some time in your dungeon.”

“If you lay one more finger on him ..” she scowled, the obvious threat of her words hanging in the air. He scowled back at her but lowered his hand back to his side, his hand curling into a fist.

“Is this true,” she asked, turning her attention to the boy. “Have you stole from this man?”

“I.. I'm sorry,” he stammered in reply, his gaze fixated on a spot on the floor..“My mother is sick. I only stole to feed her and my younger sister. I begged him for help first and only stole from him when he refused.”

“Look at me when you speak to me,” she ordered, her voice gentle and free of the anger she felt broiling beneath the surface at the merchant who had brought him there. The boy's head snapped up at her order, a frightened look in his eyes.

“Please don't send me to the dungeons.” He begged, his eyes imploring her for mercy. “I am the only one they have left to take care of them. My father died last year and mother has been taking care of me and my sister all by herself. If I don't return, they may not make it through the winter.”

“Why did you not offer this boy a job or any help instead of forcing him to steal from you to take care of his family?” she inquired, her attention returning to the merchant. “It is obvious you are not hurting and could afford to help out those in need. Get out of my site, you disgust me.” With a wave of her hand she dismissed the merchant. He stood there for a moment stuttering in disbelief before he retreated.

“As for you boy,” she said, returning her attention back to the youth. “I am not going to send you to the dungeon. Maribel will get you some food and supplies to take back to your mother and sister. In the future, please come to me if you need help instead of stealing.”

“Yes my Queen,” the boy replied clambering to his feet. He bowed low before following Maribel from the room. Once he left, Nyra sat back against her chair and rubbed her temples, feeling a headache starting to form behind her eyes. It was in situations like these that she realized she had a long way to go to heal the kingdom. Maribel soon returned, answering Nyra's questioning glance with a nod. Seeing the exhaustion on her Mistress' face she quickly ushered the remaining people from the room, leaving Nyra and Galen alone.

Once they were alone, Nyra returned her attention to where Galen still knelt at her feet.

“I had feared that there would be those of your own people that would hate you,” she said softly so only Galen could hear her. “Hopefully word of my mercy will spread quickly and we will not have to deal with matters such as this again.”

He looked up at her, "You didn't have to do that. Even without the blessings of the gods of Light I am a strong warrior capable of defending myself...but I am grateful to you for protecting me Mistress...though I am unused to relying upon someone else doing so for me. It's not a natural thing for me. I think it will take some time before I become fully comfortable doing so."

“It is not that I think you cannot protect yourself as the reason why I stopped the man from atttacking you,,” she replied, her voice weary. “If I had let you protect yourself and you ended up hurting or killing the man, how would that have looked to the others? The man had a right to be angry and would not have deserved what would have happened to him if you were given free reign.”

She paused, about to chastise him for moving from his knees but was interrupted by Serena entering the room carrying a tray. She smiled at the young woman as she set the tray down on the table beside Nyra's seat, her presence a welcome interruption. She didn't miss the sympathetic glance she gave her brother before picking up the teapot and pouring Nyra a cup of tea.

“Yes, tea would be lovely. Thank you kitten,” She reached out and placed her hand on the girls thigh, pulling her towards her. She slide her hand up the girls skirt, drawing a moan from her lips as her fingers brushed against her bare pussy. She dropped her hand back to her lap and smiled at the shiver than ran through Serena's body at the withdrawal of her touch.

“Yes, he has earned the privilege of having tea with me.” she said, taking the offered cup from Serena's hand. “Please pour him a cup as well. Once we have had our tea, we will retire to my chamber. It has been a long day.”

"Yes Mistress," Serena replied, pouring a second cup of tea and holding it out to Galen. "Would you like me to fetch your dinner as well and have it ready for you in your chamber?"

"Yes please," Nyra replied, smiling at her once again. Reaching out, she pulled her towards her and kissed her softly, causing the younger woman to moan again, her lips eager against hers. "You can join us for dinner as well."

"As you wish," she said bowing her head to Nyra and hurrying from the room.

Once she was gone, Nyra turned back to Galen, watching him as he sipped his tea.

"As for you my pet," she said, taking a sip of her tea. "There is a matter I need to address. I understand why you jumped to your feet earlier, but, in doing so you also disobeyed my order. If I order you to something, I expect full compliance until told otherwise, no matter the circumstances."

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick and Serena Osrick

He looked up at her, "You didn't have to do that. Even without the blessings of the gods of Light I am a strong warrior capable of defending myself...but I am grateful to you for protecting me Mistress...though I am unused to relying upon someone else doing so for me. It's not a natural thing for me. I think it will take some time before I become fully comfortable doing so."

“It is not that I think you cannot protect yourself as the reason why I stopped the man from attacking you,” she replied warily.

"Then why did you," He asked.

“If I had let you protect yourself and you ended up hurting or killing the man, how would that have looked to the others?" She explained, "The man had a right to be angry and would not have deserved what would have happened to him if you were given free reign.”

"I wouldn't have hurt him too badly," He shrugged, "He'd have lived through it."

She stopped and gave him a look as if she was deciding whether or not to squash him like a bug. Under that glare he knelt back down at her side as she sat imperiously in his father's throne.

Thankfully everyone else was gone and it was just the two of them and Nyra's guards, but then from one of the side entrances Serena came up to the other side of her and lowered to one knee offering a tray of hot steaming tea for her.

His sister noticed his state of undress and gave him a sympathetic look and while he'd been naked in front of his sister previously and seemed oddly okay with that this only reminded him of the fact that he was out in full public view where anyone could get an eyeful of bared body.

"Mistress," She asked softly to Nyra, "Would you like some refreshment?"

“Yes, tea would be lovely. Thank you kitten,” She reached out and placed her hand on the girls thigh, pulling her towards her. She slide her hand up the girls skirt, drawing a moan from her lips as her fingers brushed against her bare pussy. She dropped her hand back to her lap and smiled at the shiver than ran through Serena's body at the withdrawal of her touch.

Serena cooed softly as her mistress pulled her fingers away from her wanting nothing more to take that wonderful hand and shove it back between her thighs. She didn't of course. She would never ever be so bold as to dominate Nyra. No, she found fulfillment submitting wholly to her Mistress's dominance of her body and soul. She merely wanted those nimble fingers back over her sex because as Mistress was fond of putting out she was a needy glutton of a slut for the pleasure of orgasming at Nyra's commands. However it had been solong since she'd been taken to that blissfully submissive place only Nyra truly ever could bring her to.

She pulled her eyes away giving Galan a sympathetic look-probably remembering the first time she had been led around naked on her mistress' leash, and the absolute mortification she had felt as so many stranger's eyes had caressed her bared vulnerable body. "Has my brother earned the privilege of drinking tea with you?

“Yes, he has earned the privilege of having tea with me.” she said, taking the offered cup from Serena's hand. “Please pour him a cup as well. Once we have had our tea, we will retire to my chamber. It has been a long day.”

"Yes Mistress," Serena replied, pouring a second cup of tea and holding it out to Galen. "Would you like me to fetch your dinner as well and have it ready for you in your chamber?"

Galan took the offered cup only now noticing how dry his mouth was saying, "Thank you...Mistress...Serena."

"Yes please," Nyra replied to Serena's question of having dinner in her chambers, smiling at her once again. Reaching out, she pulled her towards her and kissed her softly, causing the younger woman to moan again, her lips eager against hers. "You can join us for dinner as well."

Galan's eyes widened at the heat in the kiss between the two women uncertain of how to react observing this. Watching the two beautiful women express such passion before him did stir his large cock, like it would for any red-blooded man alive...however one was his little sister...he still remembered Serena as the whiny spoiled little girl that always ran to him or their mother to get what she wanted...now watching this...much seemed to have changed in her-Mistress Nyra seemed to have happened to her.

And was how different Serena was now a preview of his own fate as the Sorceress's slave.

"As you wish," she said bowing her head to Nyra and hurrying from the room.

Once she was gone, Nyra turned back to Galen, watching him as he sipped his tea.

"As for you my pet," she said, taking a sip of her tea. "There is a matter I need to address. I understand why you jumped to your feet earlier, but, in doing so you also disobeyed my order. If I order you to do something, I expect full compliance until told otherwise, no matter the circumstances."

"I apologize for that. I have the instincts of a warrior, Mistress," He replied setting the empty tea cup to the side of him, "When someone charges me to attack me, those instincts push me to react even before I can think on the best reaction to the situation...that is how I have stayed alive this long even as your forces slowly cornered mine to their ultimate bitter defeat."

"That is not an excuse, but an explanation," He told her lowering down to prostrate himself before her. "If that man had made it to me I would've defended myself fully, but I am glad you stopped him so I wouldn't have had to injure him."

His forehead pressed against the marble tiled floor at her feet. It felt cool to his touch as he swallowed, "I am grateful to you that you kept that from happening and recognize my error in doing so....I will try to accept whatever discipline you feel is appropriate for it though."

 

[Kaena]

Nyra listened without interruption as he explained his earlier actions. As someone who had fought many of her own battles, she understood that the instinct of a warrior would be to defend themselves. She couldn't really fault him for that, could she? Whether she understood him or not, she couldn't let him get away with disobeying an order. Their relationship as mistress and slave was still in the early stages. To let even an understandable act of disobedience to slide would set a precedence for the future.

She sat back in her chair and watched as he moved to prostrate himself at her feet. Her smile was pleased as she looked down at him. It seemed he was starting to accept his place as her slave and what would be expected of him.

"I am grateful to you that you kept that from happening and recognize my error in doing so....I will try to accept whatever discipline you feel is appropriate for it though." She reached down and ran a hand down his bare back and over his ass before she replied, feeling the heat of his body beneath her hand. She smiled to herself, a thought coming to her as her hand slide down between his legs and along his cock from behind. Pulling her hand away, she rose to her feet, tugging on his leash to get him to rise as well.

“Your punishment will wait for now,” she said turning towards the door. As she moved her guards easily fell into line on each side of her. “Serena will have our dinner waiting for us in my chamber. I expect you to serve me my dinner and Serena hers as well before you are allowed to eat. Do you understand?” She didn't wait for his answer as she made her way out of the room and towards her chambers. As she walked she held firmly to his leash, knowing his only choice was to follow her.

When they reached her chambers she was pleased find Serena already there, trays of food on the side board. Placing her hand on the clip on the leash she pulled him to her and kissed him softly before undoing the leash and rolling it up to place it back in its box. She looked at him expectantly before moving to sit in her lounge chair.

“Come sit with me Serena,” she said, motioning the young girl forward. “Your brother will serve us tonight.” Serena gave a confused glance between Nyra and Galen before putting down the dish she was holding and moving over to Nyra. Nyra reached out and pulled her down into her lap, brushing her hair off her neck before she kissed it softly. Serena shivered at the feel of her lips on her neck, melting back against her body.

“Well what are you waiting for?” Nyra said looking up at Galen. “Our dinner is getting cold.” Returning her attention to Serena she slowly undid the buttons of the front of her dress before slipping her hand inside. Serena moaned at the feel of Nyra's hand brushing over her bare breast, gasping softly as she took her nipple between her fingers. She moaned softly as Nyra kissed her neck again and fought to keep herself from squirming in Nyra's lap. She glanced over at Galen and gave him a self satisfied smile. She had been jealous of Nyra's attentions on Galen, but, now it was her turn.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

His forehead pressed against the marble tiled floor at her feet. It felt cool to his touch as he swallowed, "I am grateful to you that you kept that from happening and recognize my error in doing so....I will try to accept whatever discipline you feel is appropriate for it though."

She leaned back in his father's throne, now hers, and regarded him coolly. There was a long pregnant moment where he held his breath before she finally stated, “Your punishment will wait for now.”

Galan raised his head to look up at her in turn, "Thank you, Mistress."

She raised up from her throne and turned for the door at his words telling him without look to see if he was following after her, “Serena will have our dinner waiting for us in my chamber."

Galan hurriedly got back onto his feet and rushed to walk to one side and behind her as she made her way briskly out of the throne room and back into the corridors of the royal residence of the palace. Her bodygaurds formed up in a ring to escort them as they went. At the prospect of lunch Galan's empty stomach grumbled as he reached her.

"I expect you to serve me my dinner and Serena hers as well before you are allowed to eat." She informed him as they walked down one corridor and turned down another, "Do you understand?"

Galan could not say he was happy with the prospect of having to wait-he was hungry not having much if any breakfast earlier, but he was at the bottom of whatever totem pole here and such would most likely have to endure whatever privileges Nyra dined to grant him or deny to him.

They walked down the final hallway and came upon the double doors to Nyra's chambers again. The guards stopped opening the door for her as she strode inside, Galan following in after her. They closed the doors leaving them alone, but with someone else in the room waiting for them.

He saw Serena there kneeling on the floor in wait for her-their-mistress's arrival. Three trays of steaming food rested on a sideboard beside her. She looked over to him and Galan shifted uncomfortably suddenly remembering his nudity in front of his sister and well anyone looking for that matter.

He didn't have much chance to dwell on that for long for Nyra reached out took hold of his leash. Suddenly he was pulled in close to her and her lips pressed to his in a frustratingly gentle and all too brief kiss. When she pulled away Galan leaned in to prolong the contact but Nyra only disengaged further taking the leash from the collar and turning to return it to the case she'd gotten it from.

She settled down in the grand chair she'd sat in earlier and regarded him with that cool intensity again. “Come sit with me Serena,” she said, motioning the young girl forward. “Your brother will serve us tonight.”

Serena looked between them in clear confusion before putting back one of the trays onto the sideboard. "Yes, Mistress," Came Serena's reply as she got up onto her feet and padded over to her.

Nyra reached out and pulled her down into her lap, brushing her hair off her neck before she kissed it softly. Serena shivered at the feel of her lips on her neck, melting back against her body.

Galan looked wide eyed at all this as his little sister was canoodled by the woman he lusted after. He didn't really know how to react to this. Serena had grown to be quite an attractive young woman, though memories of the spoiled rotten little princess he had strove to protect years before made and Nyra was sexual attractiveness incarnate to his eye.

“Well what are you waiting for?” Nyra said looking up at Galen. “Our dinner is getting cold.”

Galan started spurred on by the commanding tone inside her words, "Oh...right...yes, Mistress."

He came over taking the plate of food Serena had set down reasoning that must be the one intended for Nyra. He knelt before her as she continued making out with his little sister. She had undone the buttons at the front of Serena's dress and had her hand inside. He could see it from under the fabric that she had it over his sister's full breast squeezing, kneading it, with a finger shifting over the swell right where Serena's nipple would be. Nyra continued tracing soft but hungry kisses along the side of her neck forcing a loud moan from his sister's mouth.

She looked on at Galan and a sly self-satisfied smirk began to form. That was the selfish Serena he had known emerging, but it was strange to Galan. This was bringing up so many conflicting feelings. He desired Nyra, always and forever, but also felt some level of anger at how she was using his little sister this way against him. Towards Serena he mostly felt the same protective urge he'd always had towards her, and also a degree of jealousy that she was the one receiving his, their, Mistress's attentions like this, and finally looking into those eyes he felt the male stirrings of lust towards a young and sexually attractive woman-

-No. Serena was his sister. He couldn't desire her. That was not possible.

He shook his head trying to clear it as he focused back onto the task Nyra had given them. He began to serve the meal a salad of lettuce, tomatoes, scallions, slivered carrots, diced roasted chicken breast under a thick vinegary dressing.

 

[Kaena]

Watching Galen out of the corner of her eye, Nyra continued to shower attention on Serena. She was curious to see his reaction when her attention was taken from him and turned towards another. His wide eyed expression was hard to read. At one moment she was sure she saw anger, then jealousy, but it was the last expression that brought an amused smile to her lips. Desire. Whether it was desire for her or Serena she was not sure, but, it still was evident, no matter how much he appeared to be trying to hide it.

She kissed Serena's neck once more, drawing another loud moan from her lips. By the over exaggeration of her moans she was sure she was putting on a show for Galen, perhaps even trying to goad him into getting himself in trouble by making a comment on it. But, he didn't appear to take the bait. Instead, he lowered himself to his knees and set to task serving first Nyra her plate and then Serena hers.

Since it was a little difficult for her to eat with someone in her lap, Nyra pushed Serena to the side to sit beside her on the chair and set to eating. The food was excellent as always, but tasted all the more exquisite when served by a naked man on his knees. She didn't realize how hungry she was until she started eating and realized that he must have been starving. The mornings adventures had not allowed him much time to eat and now that she thought of it, she hadn't seen him eat much other than the piece of bread offered to him by Serena that morning. Quickly finishing her meal, she motioned towards the remaining food on the tray.

“You may eat now,” she said dismissively, turning her attention back to Serena who had also finished her food. Smiling, she pulled her towards her and kissed her passionately, her hand sliding along her inner thigh and then under the hem of her short dress. She wasn't surprised to find that Serena was wearing nothing underneath the thin sheath. It had been an order of hers from the beginning that the young woman was not to wear underclothes under her clothes. Serena squirmed returned her kiss, moaning softly against her lips. Sliding her hand further up her leg her fingers brushed against Serena's hairless pussy, causing a delighted gasp to escape her throat. She squirmed against Nyra's hold, eager for Nyra to continue her exploration.

“Once you are done eating, you will gather the dishes and pile them on the table by the door to be taken away later,” Nyra ordered, breaking her kiss with Serena to bring her attention back to Galen. “You will then kneel and wait quietly until I say otherwise.”

Without confirming that he understood her order, she turned her attention back to Serena, her mouth moving to the base of her throat and sucking softly. Serena whimpered and arched towards her, her body shivering in anticipation.

“Please Mistress,” she managed to squeak out, her breath deepening as Nyra's mouth moved lower down her chest to her bare breast. She didn't know what exactly she was begging for. All she knew was it had been a long time since she had enjoyed her Mistress' attention and her body was on fire with every touch from Nyra.

Nyra smiled and slide her finger into Serena's sopping pussy. Serena cried out at her touch, arching once again towards her, wanting to feel her deep inside her. Adding another finger, Nyra started to finger her as she pushed Serena's dress aside so she could lower her mouth to her erect nipple.

“Please Mistress, please fuck me,” Serena begged, her attention fully on what Nyra was doing to her body, Galen all but forgotten.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

He shook his head trying to clear it as he focused back onto the task Nyra had given them. He began to serve the meal a salad of lettuce, tomatoes, scallions, slivered carrots, diced roasted chicken breast under a thick vinegary dressing.

He tried not to get distracted by what she was doing to Serena, or by the sounds and sudden jerks and shivers his little sister made as their mistress's skillful hands played her like a fine musical instrument. Galan tried to stay focused on setting the bowls of food down without spilling any or in any way upsetting his Mistress. He was trying to keep his mind on that, and he was failing to do that.

His eyes kept attention kept straying to what Nyra was doing to Serena, and he was guessing that was just what their mistress wanted him to be experiencing right now. It still caused a stormfront of conflicting emotions within him. He was only a man and seeing two beautiful women engaged in sexual foreplay was too much for him not to draw his attention away from, even if one was his own family.

But maybe Nyra took pity on him for she pushed Serena off her lap to sit beside her to begin eating the salad he had set for her. Serena too began to eat. Galan let out a breath of relief at that respite in the conflicting feelings he was enduring.

His stomach did growl as he watched the two of them dine, and Nyra lifted an eye at him. "Sorry Mistress," He apologized.

“You may eat now,” she said dismissively, turning her attention back to Serena who had also finished her food.

"Thank you, Mistress," He murmured moving over to get his own bowl of salad. Movement in the chair they were seating in drew his eye again, and Galan was greeted with witnessing Nyra resuming her playing around with his sister, and the chaotic mix of desire and confusion returned to him.

“Once you are done eating, you will gather the dishes and pile them on the table by the door to be taken away later,” Nyra ordered, breaking her kiss with Serena to bring her attention back to Galen. “You will then kneel and wait quietly until I say otherwise.”

"Yes, Mistress," He said by rote trying to pay more attention to the food, but again two beautiful women were engaging in sexual foreplay and it was as mesmerizing as a siren's song.

“Please Mistress,” Selena squeaked, "Please Mistress, please fuck me."

Galan was watching all of this going on and the fact that Serena was his sister was falling into the background and it was becoming more and more just two very beautiful women in a sexual situation. His cock was stiffening watching this, and he glanced downward to find to his surprise his bowl empty despite not remembering eating any of the salad it held.

 

[Kaena]

Even though her attention was mostly on the little minx that was squirming beneath her hand, Nyra was also casually watching Galen and his reaction to what was going on. His eyes were downcast while he ate, but it was evident that he was completely aware of what she was doing to Serena. The plate he held in his hand covered his crotch so she couldn't be sure, but she guessed that his cock was hardening. He was a man after all, he couldn't deny the desires of the flesh.

Her fingers slid easily in and out of Serena's sopping pussy as the young woman danced beneath her touch. All it would take was one simple command to make her explode in orgasmic bliss. A command she had been conditioned to wait for before allowing herself blissful release. It was a command that Nyra was not yet ready to give, instead she relished ever whimper and moan falling from Serena's lips as she pushed her closer and closer to the edge.

“Please Mistress,” Serena whimpered, her body arching off the couch to meet each thrust from Nyra's hand. Please.” Serena didn't have to voice what she wanted from Nyra, her body practically screamed with her need to cum. Instead of giving her what she wanted, Nyra withdrew her hand, drawing a dejected cry from Serena's lips. “No, please. Don't leave me like this,” she begged, her eyes pleading with Nyra as she watched her stand up and away from the couch.

Leaving Serena in a quivering mess on the couch, Nyra turned her attention back to Galen, frowning at the dishes he had still not collected.

“Do not become distracted from your duties boy,” she said, her voice holding a warning tone. Turning her back on them both she walked over to the case that held her strap on and the various sized phalluses. She was pleased to see that Serena had cleaned the one she had used on Galen earlier and returned it to its place in the box. She took a moment to choose which one she wanted before selecting the biggest one in the box. Serena had only experienced the one she held once before and it had brought her to an earth shattering orgasm. Nyra was interested to see how Galen would react to seeing his sister being fucked by it.

Setting the strap on and dildo aside, she slid out of her clothes, looking back at the two siblings before strapping the harness in place. She could almost feel Serena's eyes burning into her in anticipation as she walked back to where she left the still quivering girl.

“On your hands and knees,” she ordered, waiting as Serena moved quickly to comply. Serena bent forward, her ass in the air, her legs spread to give Nyra full access to her weeping pussy. Nyra pressed the head of the cock against Serena's clit, causing her to cry out and squirm beneath her. She rubbed the phallus between Serena's pussy lips, coating it in her juices before slowly sliding it into her waiting depths.

Looking over at Galen, she took hold of Serena's hips and thrust into her causing her to push back against her and cry out in pleasure. It wasn't long before Serena's breath deepened and her moans echoed loudly through the chamber. The teasing from earlier had left her sensitive and already so close. Nyra knew she wouldn't last long. Leaning over her she trailed her tongue lightly around her ear, her hips continuing to thrust the hard cock into Serena's wanton sex.

“Cum for me,” the command Serena had been waiting for, three simple words that made her explode on the fake phallus. Her body writhed beneath Nyra as she cried, out, her orgasm washing over in torrential waves. Finally she collapsed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Nyra slowly withdrew the cock from her, smiling at her juices that now soaked her leg and the couch beneath her.

Ridding herself of the strap on, she moved to the bed, beckoning to them both to come forward as she lay back against the pillows, her legs spread suggestively.