Charon knew if push came to shove that she would use that blade. Of course she was no killer and he would fill that roll in such a case for his queen. He was the weapon master at that but he had hoped that for her sake it wouldn't come down to combat.

He was not worried by battle, in fact he had lived for it. He was more worried that if there was a fight that she would be injured (or worse). He hoped for her sake that there was no combat here today but he doubted that as his ears picked up something behind him.

Wouldn't it be greate if this traitor was actually sent from Avalon but not Corte but someone who knew that a royal guard would draw more urgency than he. Yeah, that would be nice but he doubted that. His ears were keener and thus he heard it first, Alynia had heard the song of love before, but there were two others that saytrs knew. The song of discord that caused fear and panicked and the last being the sweetest of lullabys. It did not always work on elves who were resistant but Charon was a centaur and his ring only protected him from magic, no such mind affect things.

Even still Charon was stronger willed and nearly made it to him before succumbing. The only reason Esper had no been affect was because demons did not sleep, other wise she would be out cold too.

Now the big draw back was that the magic sleep effects only lasted minutes after he stopped playing so he would have to perform the concert of a life time. 9 hours! His fingers would be cramped up for sure but what choice did Phebes have? He was desperate and the centaur was stubborn resulting in this moment as Phebes came into view. He could always kill the centaur as he slept nut Phebes was no murderer. According to his species he wasn't even a rapists as all pretty girls had to have wanted it. So not wishing to get his hands dirty he came into view, made himself comfortable and resigned to giving the longest performance of his life. After this he probably wouldn't want to play the pipes again for some time ...

Alynia’s head looked around noticing Charon’s cautious searching, and then she noticed the music too. Oh how sweet the sound, a smooth clean melody tugging at her mind to shut off. “W-what’s happening?” She muttered tiredly barely able to concentrate. Her eyes blinked tiredly trying to ward off the sleep rather confused with what was happening, but there was no escape. She slumped over the centaur into a peaceful, dreamless slumber. Charon too followed in suit, and when he hit the ground Alynia slid off of him onto the barren dirt ground.

Esper had been watching this the entire time and she smirked amused that the satyr had ultimately succeeded. Even though she knew the magic wore off in a matter of minutes she wondered if Phebes really intended to sit there playing the same tune for so many hours. Esper shrugged; if she wasn’t going to be able to torture him she was very tempted to just leave him there for a few hours. But at the same time she wanted to get back to her master as soon as time would allow…

She pouted her lips in thought deciding a few extra hours couldn’t hurt her. With such a cruel thought in mind she turned her back wondering how long the satyr would be able to hold up.

Four or so hours later Esper returned to the glade after finishing toying with some poor unsuspecting gnome. It had been fun of course, but nothing compared to the feeling of when Gersham touched her. All of the screams and cries for mercy had made Esper’s mind slightly buzzed as if drunk. She wanted nothing more than to get back to the castle to be with her prince, even if it did require hauling such a pretty prize back to her master.

Walking into sight, she was happy to see that the centaur and the queen were still dozing peacefully. Phebes himself had removed the magic ring, probably wanting to save it’s shape shifting qualities. The music played by the satyr, though significantly softer still emitted from his pipes. He looked weary, winded, and very weak. It almost made Esper want to torture him, but alas she was one to keep promises.

Esper hummed with content as she kicked the centaur experimentally, glad to find that he was deep asleep. She looked up at the satyr with a malicious grin.

“You should be happy I happened to drop by.” She began knowing that he couldn’t very successfully respond. In her hand was a small vial of a sickly red liquid. Too bright to be blood, but still gave the same wicked feeling. Esper bent down over the sleeping centaur pouring half of the substance into his mouth causing the sleeping centaur to convulse briefly. She then capped the vial throwing it besides the satyr.

“You don’t have to drink it.” She addressed the satyr with an amused expression. “But if you are questioned, it would be in your best interests to pretend you never saw me.”

She was honestly doing Phebes a favor. The red liquid was a simple potion that erased memories. The only real side effect was that it caused excruciating pain while it burnt away the recollection from one’s mind of the past day or so.

With an evil smirk Esper poured another potion in between Alynia’s lips. A simple paralysis effect so if the girl were to wake up too soon, she wouldn’t be able to move for sometime. Without another word Esper grabbed the girl by her hair, walked into the shadow of a tree, and melted away.

His fingers had been cramped, and it was difficult to draw breath into his lungs as he played on. But what could he hope to do? He could take periodic breaks without the magic ending thoug the slumber effects did not last long and thus his breaks where decidely short. He wasn't going to make the nine hours, it was impossible and why he had even thought he could do it was beyond Phebes' comprehension.

Now as he played he had the luxury to think, that was basically all he could do. Charon would know that a satyr put him to sleep even though he may not have realized that it was him clues would eventually lead to him. Thus he had considered leaving the area but Oberron would spare no expense until he found him, plus to run was a confession of guilt so he was still screwed here. In his haste to deal with the centaur he had forgotten some of the obvious holes in his plans.

But he saw Esper, and while he did not move he nodded. Yes, he was more than glad that she returned! Of course if it weren't for her he wouldn't be in this sort of situation either. He was also glad that his pipe playing kept the goblins and other predators at bay for most things entering into a hundred feet or so had been affected and forced into this magical slumbr. He was glad not to attract te attenton of the Deathless that could easily shrug of such magical effects, or even the Dead Ones, the goblin, elven and dwarven corpses that ad been risen. They had no minds and thus could not b mentally influenced.

But fortune was with him it seemed. What did she just give the centaur? Poison? He stopped playing his pipes sighed and set down the pipes, stretching out his sore fingers. His eyes flew to the potion she had tossed at him, at first thinking it was poison due to the words she used. Did she intend for him to use it rather than be captured?

He thought these things but noticed that Charon was still taking shallow breaths. Though Esper was in the prossess of applying another potion to the queen.


Phbes did not stop her, he was relieved that she had went, nodding when she told him to forget about her. Of course, he was a satyr and it would have been unrealstic for him not to think about sex with Esper about twenty-seven times before she went, thining over this posisition and that, finishing inside her, on her, but he was to scared of her to make it an even 30!

The Black Prince quirked an eyebrow at Esper as she returned a scant few hours after he had sent her on this errand. Regretfully it did not seem that he could do mush with Alynia currently. He checked the queen for wounds and then had her shackled up in one of the rooms of his tower. He gazed at her then.

“Such a slut, you must really crave release. Have you touched yourself ...” he watched her, listening to her responses and realizing that she had not. “Then you will now be rewarded.”

He brought his fingers across the side of her face, infusing her with arousal, desire flowing through her as he touched her then. “Report to my tower.”

Esper's  face suddenly lit up as she recognized the form of her beloved. She was disappointed as he did not address her first and instead immediately attended to the queen.

She watched with envy as Gersham observed the sleeping girl checking for blemishes on the girl's pearly skin. Though his face showed little to no concern, Esper could tell he was interested in her and this alone bothered the demoness. But her thoughts quickly vanished as the prince turned his gaze back to her. 

"Of course not master!" she responded with fervor. "I wouldn't dare disobey you." Esper whimpered with want.

Esper couldn't contain a squeal of delight as her master mentioned her reward. "As you wish my prince!" she responded enthusiastically giving him a sloppy affectionate glance before melting back into the same shadow she came from. 

What a needy slut she was. Esper had gone into her own room to freshen up a bit for her master before immediately appearing in Gersham's tower. She knelt down on her knees near the doorway, how she knew he liked her to be, waiting patiently for him to arrive. Esper needed nothing more than the anticipation and the growing sexual needs welling up within her to keep her satisfied. 

Gersham kept her waiting. Why, because he could and he knew that she would present herslf rapidly at the tower. So he killed some time reading over reports filed by the Dark Creepers. The glade was dead and he knew that the fey had alternate means of getting to Avalon. He wasn't sure how but he had known that his greatest chances remained with restoring the forest back to it's original splendor.

He hated assisting the King of the Fey, and while his information told him that Oberron was dead then Puck would become king. Suffice it to say he did not wish to assist him in any form of the word but he had one of two options. See he had learned that t he goblins had the Blessing of Artemis, which he could use to restore the forest. That or a freshly killed dragon's heart could be used and he had a dragon ally, one that had no problem reminding him of the ancient lineage of dragons and his own importance and power in the grand scheme of things.

He wasn't sure what his next move would be. Killing the goblins would be easier, getting the Blessing a moderate challenge at best but if Cinder were to die … no, Cinder still had some use to him at the moment. Maybe not a pawn, knight or bishop but perhaps as important as a rook, something that you did not readily sacrifice until everything was set up just right. He supposed Esper would be his queen. She was needy but had her uses. That and she was far more competent than his Dark Creepers, knowledgeable too with abilites that he had taught her, abilities he could teach to another slut but why wasted the time?

An interesting thought occurred to him in replacing her with Alynia but he dismissed that thought almostas readily as it came. It wasn't as if he was affectionate to either one or had a preference either way in their attractiveness. He simply realized that Alynia was shorter lived, Esper, being a demoness was essentially immortal like he. Gersham would find more use out of Esper in the long run. Plus, the demoness was already broken in.

He passed Esper some time later as he headed to the tower.

“So eager, such a slut!” he commented as he passed her by, a finger trailing down as he past grazing over her shoulder as he ifused her with arousal. He paused in the center of the room, glanced back over his shoulder. “No, a real slut would be undressed by now. I suppose you don't really want your reward after all. Perhaps I was mistaken. I gave you a fortnight, your eagerness to completed the assignment before the day was out. I had mistook this as eagerness on your part but if I am wrong.”

He spun around as he regarded her with narrowed eyes. “Then there is no reason to waste the time, it would be such a waste of time in light of other matters, would it not?”

Of course it had been a while, Esper had known that her prince would make her wait. She didn't care. It was likely that if she was not present when he did decide to come the consequences were surely her greater than sore knees. Even still, logic like that were not within Esper's thoughts as she waited. Though she was cunning her motivation was really quite simple, her carnal need to please her master and as a result for him satisfy her own sexual needs. 

Her mind was swimming with thoughts of anticipation that sent tremors up her spine. Maybe he would do this... Or maybe he would use that... By the time the door finally creaked  open the demoness was already hot and bothered.

Esper's head tilted up to meet the eyes of her master and she let out a small groan simply at the sight of him. But as she listened to his words, her expression of lust grew a bit more panicked. 

"I-i'm sorry Master!" she pleaded cursing herself. How could have she forgotten such a thing? Perhaps it had been such a long time since she had received an award she forgot the protocol for one. "Your slut wouldn't dare forget such a thing again!" 

At the mention of wasting time, her hands immediately flew up to undo her top and it fell revealing her large milky breasts. After throwing away the meager fabric off to who knows where, Esper stood up peeling away the scant tight bottoms she wore. As soon as she was bare of anything that counted she lowered herself back onto her knees. Her eyes glanced up at Gersham obediently with an expression of want, lust, and need.


Meanwhile back in the tower where she was left, Alynia's eyes slowly blinked open. Still in a sleepy, drug induced fog she slowly tried to gain her bearings. Where was she? The last thing she remember was being with Charon and then... Nothing. How had she ended up here? How long had she been here? Questions swam in and out of her mind. 

As her limbs slowly began to gain back their feeling, Alynia realized she was in chains... Well that wasn't a good. The room was filled horrible chains, whips, and things Alynia didn't have a name for but certainly did not want to find out. 

She decided that now would be as good a time as ever to learn magic so as slowly her senses began to seep back into her she closed her eyes concentrating solely in just the action of her shackles breaking open.

If only she were so lucky! As Alynia's mind awoke to gather in her surroundings she tried to conjured up magic but found that the connection to he deed was severed. Complicated rituals were thwarted with the shackles holding her and there was the fact that even little spells had been hindered.

At first she believed that it was the whole chamber that had been seeped in anti-magic but the light generated by the green flickering flames had been magical and thus it was probabally the shackles themselves that hindered her connection with anti-magic, well not anti-magic but since they were designed to thwart accomplished casters while worn they may have well been aanti]magic for the novice. Had even Oberron been snared it would be practically impossible for him to do anything magically. The shackles also had the effect of dispelling magical effects, such as illusions and shape changing magic, far more useful to someone like Esper rather than Gersham who's third eye had allowed him to discern the truth.

So there was little for her to do but to wait and try to learn where she was from her captor and learn who her captor was. At least this time she had some status and may, just maybe some importance to the fey. Oberron was gone for at most a month and back perhap (hopefully) sooner than that. Surely she woule have attempted to find her.

Meanwhile in another room in that same tower Gersham looked at the little slut of his get naked. He could tell that she was eager for this well before he crossed the room. While most mean would have been intriqued with seeing her creamy breasts unleashed he hardly paid attention as he seized a handful on her locks runnung a clawed finger against her throat as his trio of hers gazed down at her.

His touch infusing more of that drug that caused her arousal and that clwaw cut into her pale flesh deliberately, albeit slowly as it dragged against her unbarred chest. He would heal her later, he usually did but for now he promoted her to stand by tugging on her hair.

“Such a slut! Perhaps that is why I have looked elsewhere to the queen of the fey? Have you considered that?” He rounded her body, his words spoken lowly forcing her to strain to hear them. He swated her on the ass then as a single hand rounded her hip as he played with her clit. He could already smell her arousal but sawtted her again on her rump before he was driving her face first against a wall, shackling her. She did not resist, she knew btetter and he kicked her legs apart as he rubbedd knowingly against her slit dragging his fingers down to her sex, still infusing her with desire as he poked two fingers inside her, slowly pressing into her as he whispered into her easr.

“Perhaps you should resist?” A loaded question, was that his wish that seemed to go against all his lessons of obeintance that he instilled in her. Was he – no, it had to be a trick, he had to be baiting her for she knew the price of defiance.

“I imagine that you wish to be fucked now. You have waited long enough, or perhaps not all that long. Perhaps I should wait into the moment has past or perhaps I shall call in several of the Dark Creeper's to fulfill this reward? Would you want that slut? Would you prefer not to cum or cum at the hands of the Dark Creepers. Filthy little things but so aren't you. Well, what is it that you would prefer?” He was so often like this, presenting to choices one somewhat appealing though there was always a price to be paid in some form of admission anyway and it had seemed to be just that, that he wanted her to answer one way or another, and really was it any different based on how she responded? Of course there was, there always was.

If only she were so lucky! As Alynia's mind awoke to gather in her surroundings she tried to conjured up magic but found that the connection to he deed was severed. Complicated rituals were thwarted with the shackles holding her and there was the fact that even little spells had been hindered.

At first she believed that it was the whole chamber that had been seeped in anti-magic but the light generated by the green flickering flames had been magical and thus it was probabally the shackles themselves that hindered her connection with anti-magic, well not anti-magic but since they were designed to thwart accomplished casters while worn they may have well been aanti]magic for the novice. Had even Oberron been snared it would be practically impossible for him to do anything magically. The shackles also had the effect of dispelling magical effects, such as illusions and shape changing magic, far more useful to someone like Esper rather than Gersham who's third eye had allowed him to discern the truth.

So there was little for her to do but to wait and try to learn where she was from her captor and learn who her captor was. At least this time she had some status and may, just maybe some importance to the fey. Oberron was gone for at most a month and back perhap (hopefully) sooner than that. Surely she woule have attempted to find her.

Meanwhile in another room in that same tower Gersham looked at the little slut of his get naked. He could tell that she was eager for this well before he crossed the room. While most mean would have been intriqued with seeing her creamy breasts unleashed he hardly paid attention as he seized a handful on her locks runnung a clawed finger against her throat as his trio of hers gazed down at her.

His touch infusing more of that drug that caused her arousal and that clwaw cut into her pale flesh deliberately, albeit slowly as it dragged against her unbarred chest. He would heal her later, he usually did but for now he promoted her to stand by tugging on her hair.

“Such a slut! Perhaps that is why I have looked elsewhere to the queen of the fey? Have you considered that?” He rounded her body, his words spoken lowly forcing her to strain to hear them. He swated her on the ass then as a single hand rounded her hip as he played with her clit. He could already smell her arousal but sawtted her again on her rump before he was driving her face first against a wall, shackling her. She did not resist, she knew btetter and he kicked her legs apart as he rubbedd knowingly against her slit dragging his fingers down to her sex, still infusing her with desire as he poked two fingers inside her, slowly pressing into her as he whispered into her easr.

“Perhaps you should resist?” A loaded question, was that his wish that seemed to go against all his lessons of obeintance that he instilled in her. Was he – no, it had to be a trick, he had to be baiting her for she knew the price of defiance.

“I imagine that you wish to be fucked now. You have waited long enough, or perhaps not all that long. Perhaps I should wait into the moment has past or perhaps I shall call in several of the Dark Creeper's to fulfill this reward? Would you want that slut? Would you prefer not to cum or cum at the hands of the Dark Creepers. Filthy little things but so aren't you. Well, what is it that you would prefer?” He was so often like this, presenting to choices one somewhat appealing though there was always a price to be paid in some form of admission anyway and it had seemed to be just that, that he wanted her to answer one way or another, and really was it any different based on how she responded? Of course there was, there always was.

Esper cried out as an unrelenting hand entertained itself into her long silver locks pulling her head back. She made a sound inbetween a hiss and a moan as she felt a hard na trace down her exposed and vulnerable throat. Esper had a feeling he was doing this, even though it was an award, to remind her, to always remind her that he was in charge. She lived served him and it would never be any other way.

The demoness couldn't stifle a whimper as his hand infused that exhilarating rush through her veins. Esper wanted to beg, but she held it back knowing he would punish her for being too desperate. Besides, it was very likely Gersham already knew what her body was feeling and that it was him doing it to her. "Owh..." she hissed softly as he yanked her up to stand.

Esper furrowed her eyebrows, letting it a feminine growl of displeasure as her master mentioned the queen. "Master!" she exclaimed. "She- she is not worthy of your priceless attention!" the last thing Esper wanted to think about was the gentle faced human, for all she cared Alynia was dirt. She didn't understand Gersham's interest in her. 

"My prince, she can't serve you like I can-!" she declared before her voice trailed off. She moaned happily as his hand stung her shapely behind before rounding her hip in favor of teasing her swollen button. 

Esper, as trained and expected, made no protest as he shoved her against the wall fastening shackles upon her tight with expertise. Her breasts pressed into the rough wall before her, her soft orbs scraping along the merciless concrete as she wriggled her body. She let out a throaty with as his fingers slowly inserted between her wet folds. Esper groaned trying to twist her hips trying to push those heavenly finger further within her needy body. 

"Oh! Master,  I want to cum -ah- while you fuck me senseless like the little whore I am!" she voiced with a subservient tone.

"But your slut only deserves what you decide for this dirty slave!" she responded enthusiastically without even an ounce of shame or stuttering. Those days where long long behind the demoness. "M-master!" she moaned out her voice echoing along the tower. "I am yours to do as you please," she groaned in agony his touch sending shivers along her core. "My prince I'd fuck as many disgusting creatures as long as it makes you happy!" she declared boldly, though not totally meaning her words she was true to the point she'd do just about anything her prince ordered her to do.

What a well trained slut she was.

He slapped her across the chek, all three of his burgundy eyes glaring at her. “My interests are of none of your concern.” He did not need to answer to her about anything and he reminded her of that point. It was almost enough for him to punish her, to retract his attention from her altogether though he did not, secretly he had been pleased by the work she did in handling this task. She didn't fuck up or sabatauge the assignment as far as he could tell, not that he was expecting the later and with Oberron dead he was fairly certain that she could accomplush the task.

Gersham grabbed her hair and yanked her head back then. He smacked her again on her ass hard then shoved her head forwards smahing it against the wasll though he did not have to do so full force, he was reminding her that she ought to mind her place.

“Never question my motives again. Is that clear?” He dugged tiny claws into her asss andd dragged them against her leaving furrows of blood and crimson lines against. “IS it clear?” He waited for a confirmation before je chose to move on.

He nodded behind her. “Damn right! And don't you forget it my little whore.”

He reached around her squeezing a breast hard. “Thirty Dark Creepers all taking turns on you, one after another, For each day yoy delayed I would have doubled their number, one, two, four, eight and so on but your eagerness showed that you were capable or really wated to cum so this time you have earhed your reward. Now taked it.”

Gersham trickled a finger along her spine and a moment later she felt the rarity of his hard met pressing against her, fingers, toys, but rarely himelf so he must have been most pleased with her today.

“Move and we are done,” he warned before he slosly inserted himself in the tight sheath of his demoness. That was one thing about his little slut, she was well trained and very tight. He never asked her if she used magic or not, or if she rarely took others. He did not care what the answer was, It might have been a species thing, still he never showed any concern in that sort of thing,

He hld himself in her well trained pussy at the apex of his thrust, throbbing against her, then slowly extracting him from her core so that the tip was the only thing that remained in her before he pressed back inside her deoths again only to repete the process again.

He slapped her across the chek, all three of his burgundy eyes glaring at her. “My interests are of none of your concern.” He did not need to answer to her about anything and he reminded her of that point. It was almost enough for him to punish her, to retract his attention from her altogether though he did not, secretly he had been pleased by the work she did in handling this task. She didn't fuck up or sabatauge the assignment as far as he could tell, not that he was expecting the later and with Oberron dead he was fairly certain that she could accomplush the task.

Gersham grabbed her hair and yanked her head back then. He smacked her again on her ass hard then shoved her head forwards smahing it against the wasll though he did not have to do so full force, he was reminding her that she ought to mind her place.

“Never question my motives again. Is that clear?” He dugged tiny claws into her asss andd dragged them against her leaving furrows of blood and crimson lines against. “IS it clear?” He waited for a confirmation before je chose to move on.

He nodded behind her. “Damn right! And don't you forget it my little whore.”

He reached around her squeezing a breast hard. “Thirty Dark Creepers all taking turns on you, one after another, For each day yoy delayed I would have doubled their number, one, two, four, eight and so on but your eagerness showed that you were capable or really wated to cum so this time you have earhed your reward. Now taked it.”

Gersham trickled a finger along her spine and a moment later she felt the rarity of his hard met pressing against her, fingers, toys, but rarely himelf so he must have been most pleased with her today.

“Move and we are done,” he warned before he slosly inserted himself in the tight sheath of his demoness. That was one thing about his little slut, she was well trained and very tight. He never asked her if she used magic or not, or if she rarely took others. He did not care what the answer was, It might have been a species thing, still he never showed any concern in that sort of thing,

He hld himself in her well trained pussy at the apex of his thrust, throbbing against her, then slowly extracting him from her core so that the tip was the only thing that remained in her before he pressed back inside her deoths again only to repete the process again.

Esper squeaked as he hit her, leaving a sharp sting. Such pain was not supposed to be relished, but she savored this kind of treatment. Of course sometimes she wished Gersham would be just a bit gentler and just a bit more courteous to her own needs. But in the end, the demoness’s love for pain, and her love to be dominated (which is not easily done by just any man) was why she was so loyal to her Prince for so long. She bit back a moan as he pulled her head back roughly. She didn’t want him to think she was enjoying this too much. Ah, but she felt amazing, as if her body was on fire, her senses ignited into a blaze. It was her master, her master was the only one who could do this to her.

She hissed as his nails scratched down her rear. “Yes!” Esper shrieked even though she still didn’t agree. “Never again my prince!” She had squeezed her eyes shut delightfully torn between trying to fend away the pain or to accept more of it. It hurt. Oh master, it hurt so great. The demonness shuddered at the thought of so many Dark Creepers upon her mature, voluptuous form. How disgusting, how unclean, but her master’s words were law. Anything he wanted, anything he wished…. Esper would go to the earth’s ends to please him. She basked in the pleasure of his hand molding itself relentlessly into her breast, sending waves of shock and pulses of pleasure coursing through her entire core.

She moaned as he pressed his thick shaft within her. Her body immediately tightened around him, doing everything it could to remain still. Esper’s back arched perfectly into him; it was like she was made for everyone of his savage deeds. “Oh thank you Master, thank you...” She was whispering on her breath like a prayer.

“Ahhhh-“She let a quiet sigh of pleasure as he teasingly pushed in between her dripping folds. Another high pitched drawn out moan rang around the room as he pulled out so slowly creating intense friction along her tight inner walls. She bit her lip trying to prevent her wails and cries for him to go faster, to fuck her like she wanted. Esper knew that Gersham would do things his way, and if she tried to convince him otherwise he might stop pleasuring her all together leaving her begging. Her body shivered, for all she knew this could be his plan all along and leave it to the dreaded Night Creepers to finish her off.

Despite her efforts to stay reasonable contained, vociferous and needy groans strained from her being. A drop of blood formed, staining her bottom lip red. In the effort to remain as quiet as possible it seemed that Esper had forgotten about her fangs. She didn’t care, in fact she rather liked the irony taste of blood though too much of it was most far too rich.

It was a taste of blood, the nectar that stained her lips like alcohol that drove her to the brink of insanity. She couldn’t take it anymore; she knew she couldn’t cum unless Gersham allowed it. “M-master!” She wailed out pleadingly, not directly asking him to go faster. Esper desperately wanted to just thrust her hips back into him, but she knew even such a simple action would merit heavy punish or even worse. A strangled groan erupted from her hips. ‘Faster, harder!’ her mind pleaded, but the slut knew her place and did not voice her needs out loud.

He teased her with his languid slow thrusts. Gersham knew that she relished the pain that he inflicted on her, for his third eye let him understand things to a greater degree than many. He leaned over her shoulder, his tongue washing behind an ear. He then took her earlobe into his mouth nibbling against it slightly as he snacked her ass again bringing with it both singing pain and the aphrodisiac at the same time .

Gersham knew that she wanted to do more than just kneel there before the wall. His member slid inside her, nice and slow. He was torturing her for sure, he knew what she wanted and so far denied it from her. His member teased her, almost daring her to beg, to move as even it leaked out this aphrodisiac into her, spreading it out throughout the core of her body.

He squeezed her breast roughly as he pressed back into her. His tongue and teeth had left her ear as he took full command of her body. Torturous thrusts into her core as he plunged inside that moist tightness that tried to draw him deeper into the chasm of her body with her muscles squeezing against him.

Gersham stopped, sliding out of her. “You moved ...” he whispered into her ear. “I will be kind, you did well so far slut, o I will not hold that one against you this time. Infact, I will let you determine how next you want it, unless of course you have finished.” He was so smug with this, so smug indeed given that he was so in command of the situation and knew it. His third eye had allowed him to better guess at circumstances.

“No, I have changed my mind ...” Gersham announced as another idea then struck him. “You may choose what is done to you but I shall chose who does it. I will give you a moment to consider this.” And he did just that, the lights in the chamber diming as he left her there for perhaps ten minutes before she heard the groan of the door as light fled into the chamber. Trying to look she could hear Gersham's familiar footsteps though a larger individual as he was not alone.

“Have you decided Alynia?” That was a deliberate slip on his part, calling his little slut by the wrong name but he wanted to see her reaction, how her body tensed up and any other signs that would give him further insight in what he had seen earlier. He had know she was jealous despite trying to concealing it. Of course it was almost useless in trying to conceal the truth from him.

Was it possible that as he continued to torture the chained demon, his thrusts became slower and more languid? This matched poorly with Esper's hypersensitive body caused by his poison seeping into her. The demoness was sure that she was going to go insane. It had been so long since she received an "award" for her good deeds, Esper had almost forgotten the feeling of the state she was currently in. The pure desperate need of sexual release was the only thought that consumed her being. Her head tilted back, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Her body was surely going to explode from all of this unsatisfied pleasure sweeping through her everything his rod pushed slowly into her, and then pulled out at the same cruel tantalizing pace.

Esper moaned wantonly as he spanked her rear and bit her ear. Gersham knew exactly how to make it so it was impossible for her to keep still. Her ass stung and was flushed a painful shade of pink. The agony did well to heighten her sensitivity, reminding her of the sole purpose of her existence. Esper whimpered pitifully, "Ohh.. master!" she cried trying to fill the need of begging. Even if Gersham knew of her wishes, and he surely did, the prince made no action to comply. This caused her to grow more and more frustrated.

"Ah-" she moaned, Esper was growing so close to her dawdling climax. It felt as if the hand mercilessly fondling her breast was sending masses of pure sexual pleasure to her delusional state. Whether it was he doing of her prince, or the sensitivity of her sex induced high, it when here when her body betrayed her. Oh just a single involuntary buck back causing her to emit a lovely shriek. Really it was simply her body, the demoness had steel willed her controls to remain still! But to no avail she felt her master begin to pull out of her hot cavern,  menacingly whispering her error. "I'm sorry master!" she begged so incredibly frustrated. "I-it won't happen again!" she was squeezing her eyes shut to prevent her back from arching back, searching for his throbbing length. 

Esper let out whispers and soft murmurs of reverence and gratitude at his merciful sentence, showing her devotion. Chained, so sexually frustrated and still she worshiped him. Her voice slowly quieted as he presented her with options. Esper couldn't tell him that she wanted to release because of his doing. Even though this was her sole true desire the slave was not worthy of him. This thought only made her all the more desperate to please him. She whimpered loudly as he distanced himself from her heated form, Esper tugged on her shackles halfheartedly not wanting him to leave. But alas, she kneeled there for what seemed like an eternity with nothing to concentrate on except her unquenched lustful thirst and the concrete wall in front of her she was using to support her tired, torturous weight.

Long after Esper declared for herself she could no longer take it anymore, she heard the door open. Her head immediately tried to turn in a way to lay eyes upon her all powerful master, but to no avail could she see him. Esper could only hear his footsteps along with the heavier trod of who she supposed Gersham will use to satisfy her lust. She wanted desperately to see who the luck minion was, but no matter how hard she tried she could see anything except the scratchy stone wall in front of her. The  suddenly his voice rang out into the room, previously silent save for the demoness's erotic breaths.

The effect was immediate. Her body stilled, rigged as a board, her jaw clenched, her eyes first narrowed with hatred then widened with fear. A horrible thought crossed Esper's mind. Had her master spent his time away from her to play with his new prize? Was he trying to tell her that she did not compare to the queen? Even though he had been gone for only 10 or so minutes, Esper felt like she had been denied of his presence for hours. For all she knew, the prince relieved his throbbing length with the body of the queen and left Esper herself needy and crazed with the mere idea of release. She ducked her head shamefully, clearly offended to be addressed the wrong name. But she did not bring this up fearing it would make him angry.

"Master.." she stated slowly barely able to draw breath from her arousal wracked body. "I want to fucked until I can't feel my legs." she declared quietly. "Until I cum so hard, my sanity will no longer be with me." 

Gersham confirmed what he had already suspected as he returned to the darkened rooom, He could see it in Esper's reactions as a finger danced over the laceration of her ass applying a warm salve to the cut along with infusing it with a gentle warmth.

He was torturing her with want, keeping her in this state and this was a reward and not a punishment! To think was he could have done to her already ravished body. Not only had he kept her on edge her several times but he had had made her go hours without, leaving her both frustrated and unfulfilled. He gazed at her reaction to being called by the wrong name and he grabbed her by the back of the hair, jerking her head up.

“Don't like that, hmmm, and yet you are wise not to challenge your Master on such things. Perhaps I have already given her what you want so much. Perhaps not. You will probably never know.”

His tongue swept against her neck and he stepped back as she pleaded for her release. For a moment he kept her waiting. Then he added insult to injury, she would indeed get what she desired though he made her aware that she had failed here.

“Such a slut, Esper. To think had your desire been nothing then this minion would not have even touched you and you would have gotten your own realease on my hard prick, but since you crave it so much I suppose you get the constatulation prize.”

He nodded and a second later a rough hand was falling to her shoulder. She could it grip her as a dirty rubbery scent hit her nostrils. The hand she could see, a large green clawed affair and giving the size of it she knew it to be one thing … a troll!

She could feel it manuevering the tip of it's shaft against her, so large was he that he would have hurt her if she was not so wet. The head of that shaft pressed forward, sinking past the folds of her body with it's massive member.

Gersham nodded and the troll swept into her with a powerful yet deep thrust, letting out a gutteral groan as it did so stuffing her full of himself. The grip on her shoulder grew tight as the creature thrusted at her, it's motions rough, quick and deep as it sought to fill her as she requeted.

“Oh, you can move now slut,” Gersham commanded. In a way he had both wanted her to succeed and fail this challenge, he watched the green rod of the troll press inside her with those deep and full thrusts into her core. He was certain that she would get her desire, at least as far as not feeling her legs come morning but he had not determined if he were done with her or not. No, there were other tortues that he could inflict upon her, he would not have admitted this though he found this time most enjoyable.

“Now be a good slut and take it all in.”