Gersham knew that Esper would carry out his orders. There had been no doubt within his mind just as he was certain that Esper would be tempted to take certain liberties with the queen in his absence. She wouldn't of course, afraid of over stepping her authority and finding herself on the receiving end of the lash but he had to stress it to her that he would be displeased with her if she defyed him. If he said nothing then there would at least be that doubt to do something fiendish.

Now was not the time for her to assert herself and guess what he had intended. He shook his head as he reflected on today's session, however brief. Indeed he had tormented the queen a little and could have done more but he had so much time ahead of him.

Once Oberron was dead, truly dead, then Alynia would be of no further use to him. Puck was unlike his father, not even fun to torment. Still, he had pondered whether or not to just kill the queen off hand or let her go. He thought letting her go knowing of the shame she lived through was probably the best option here. He considered this for a moment. Yes, he would let her live with her shame, she was only a tool to get to Oberron. At first he had thought that Oberron was dead and that this would be his only fun but he now realized that Oberron was alive.

That changed things. Though he realized that Esper lit up during the session. He already knew that she hated the girl immensely, for whatever reason. He gave it a little thought and wondered if the demoness felt threatened by her. No, he determined. The queen was to delicate to be as useful as the demoness even when, not if but when, he had corroded her completely.

No, it was the fact of what Alynia had with Oberron, her doting king he determined. All this foolish notion of love. He had heard it from Esper once before and he had made sure that it was just once. Oh, he made sure.

She was jealous of what Alynia had, that had to be it. He figured that she would taunt the queen, torment her with words and he didn't care if she had. In fact he had expected it. But when Esper had arrived he had turned to face her.

He had looked at her then as walked towards the demoness. There had been no need to ask whether she had carried out his wishes or not, he knew she would. She was predictable, and once, just once he had hoped that she would surprise him. He was a demon after all and he was use to betrayal. In fact he had taken steps to ensure that this treachery wouldn't hurt him too much in the long run, but he would probably think of her in a better light. Of course he would have to punish her for such defiance. But he was not fooling himself to believe that such a thing would never happen, the right circumtance never came along.

“Your assessment of the queen?” He asked after a moment, he was looking at her, all three of his eyes curious as he watched the thoughts form within her mind. He had not brought up the fact that her intel about Oberron had been fault but this was the first question, posssibly the first of many he would ask him but there was no heat so far to his gaze no anger to his look, merely curiosity.

Esper could tell her prince was thoughtful, he was thinking over something. For some sore reason she didn't want it to be about the queen. It was not because she was afraid he would fall in love with Alynia, the very was laughable. She knew her master could not love, and he made it get clear to show her. Even though it had hurt Esper at first, years and years have passed since then. By that time Esper's heart had hardened over to the point where lust was no different to her than love, and pain was no different to her than pleasure. The demoness did not feel the way she used to, she had a whole new set of ideals and emotions than when she was younger. Her love had become devotion, and this was what enabled her to serve the heartless Black Prince for so long. 

She truly couldn't explain why she hated Alynia so much. Maybe because she appeared so innocent and pure when Esper herself was twisted and black. Maybe Gersham was right, how Alynia succeeded in finding love while Esper submitted herself to devotion and servitude. Seeing the queen's loyalty to her husband reminded her of when she used to have such feelings for Gersham. His was a very reasonable explanation why the demoness took such joy in beating the hope of out the girl.

Maybe because Esper saw Alynia as a threat to her master's attention and time. Alynia could offer the defiance that Esper was mentally incapable of giving. For all she knew, Gersham could find the change in pace enjoyable. Esper didn't like the fact of him enjoying himself with anyone but her. It was really a combination of all of this and that thrown into a melting pot fueling her antipathy toward the human.

Gersham's question caught Esper by surprise. What she expected was to be scolded due to her incorrect information. She couldn't help but worry over why her master was so indeed interested in the queen. It frustrated her! "She's nothing special." Esper told him. "A worthless whore, tainted by the Fey." The demoness paused. " Though I suppose she is fun to play with." she admitted with a shrug. For a brief moment, Esper took delight in recalling Alynia's tears, her cries for mercy, her innocent expression. Yes, her uncorrupted heart made her so much more fun to hurt.

Esper then looked back at Gersham with hesitation. "Master, what do you think of her?" she asked with an earnest expression. "Do you take such interest in her just because she is Oberron's wife? Or is it something else? I don't ever recall you being so intent on a single prisoner." Usually he just let Esper tear the living daylights out of them. It was a bit out of place for her to ask such question,  but she really wanted to know. Esper glanced at Gersham wistfully, hoping for an honest answer. 

Gersham reflected on the answer that Esper had provide him. Of course he had expected her to answer in similar fashion for there was a jealousy there, an anger that he could easily provoke and had to get the results he was after. He had wanted her to be angry when she came into that room, so angry that she was pushed to the brink of her wit's end. His intent was to move her close to the brink of defying him then reigning her in before she had lost herself in the moment.

Now normally he would not have answered her question. His thoughts were for him to now and if it were necessary he shared them with her though he had been in a particularly good mood, something that was rare for the Prince.

He looked at her though, his gaze never changing as he watched her for a moment, debating on how best to answer the question. He never refrained from telling her the blunt truth when it hurt more than a lie. He nad never cared what she thought of his words before. So why now? No, Esper would have realized that he wasn't debating her feelings on the matter but giving the question thought for he had never really considered it.

“She is a means to an end. While she is her Oberron will come for her as soon as he realizes that she is gone and once he has recoved the bare minium ability to stand and come here.

“She is a tool only effective in getting the king here, and if the king stays away as she hopes, tormenting him with certain knowledge. Now if you want an assessment of her beauty that is splendid in an odd sort of innocent way but innocence does not appael to me in the wat that is would others.

“Yes, there is the whole thrill of tarnished it but even so I thought I made myself clear. She has been corrupted by the fey and it is that after taste that makes her so repugnant to me at the moment. She barely has any talents outside of being a spoiled little quuen that is so her use is rather limited, though Autumn is coming up and if I can hold her through the session they will be divorced as one goes by the stupid fey rules. This is not so much as a problem since they can simply get remarried.

“I do delight in her defiance though. It has been some time that I really had to deal with it but all in all you may have screwed up a little though you did well. Now that little bitch has worked up your Master, and while I could have found relief in her body I much rather prefer yours. It is free of fey taint, and as long as you are my minion it will remain free of such taint.”

He stepped up to her then, pressing his mouth to her own and seizing her by the back of the head, his tongue find it's way into her mouth and swirling against her own.

"Yes most definitely, my prince. I greatly look forward to having the king of Llynoria as a guest. The weaker the better.." she muttered. It had been a very long time she had actually seen the king and Esper was interested in what had become of him while he was in Sable's clutches. Now the demoness won't deny that she never liked Sable, especially her previous relationship with her master. In fact, Esper was rather happy the witch had perished even if it meant the release of Oberron who was slowly returning to power. But in a way this assisted in Gersham's plans. The stronger Oberron was the faster he portal to Avalon would regenerate. The prince by no means confided all of his plans to his slave, but from what Esper knew this seemed to be the way things were suppose to be. 

Esper nodded earnestly, enjoying his derision of the queen. "Truly worthless, Fey tainted scum who is really not worth your time, Darl- Master." it was a good thing she corrected herself. For a brief moment she had been so elated with the prospect of torturing the king as well as listening to her master insult Alynia she had almost forgotten the strict way of her existence. Of course, her master was alway blatantly honest. Even though Esper found these aspects of the queen fun as well, she scowled as Gersham mentioned her beauty and innocence. 

She blinked in surprise at Gersham's admittance as he forced her into a rough kiss. Esper felt as if she was goig to melt from the heat. Her body shook and she dared to place her arms loosely upon his shoulders. Though she wanted to pull him closer, she couldn't. Her hands just rested upon his torso for a place to be. Their tounged danced for a brief moment before he pulled away leaving Esper whimpering. 

"I am not worthy of master's words." she said humbly bowing her head. But all in all Esper was pleased with herself and she failed to hide the smug smirk from her features. Her prince had out rightly said he preferred her! For him, that was nearly as close as I love you as it was going to get. And to the demoness's black heart it meant the same thing, she felt positively giddy at his words.

The fact that she was more useful than the Queen, however obvious, made Esper relieved. She peered at her prince with a sick look of devotion. Obviously it would take much more than just the bit of interest Gersham had for Alynia to make Esper jealous enough to disobey her prince. 

The demoness bowed he head again. "Master, shall I take my leave?" she asked loyally not wanting to hope too much that her "reward" was not over. She wasn't allowed to ask for too much... but maybe... Esper shook the thoughts out of her head. It would just make her more needy later if she hoped for too much from her prince. She was here for his pleasure, and even though it was her reward it would never be the other way around.

He certainly knew what to say to her and when to keep Esper in line. Over the long centuries it had been easy to predict her thoughts. She might not have divulged everything to him, especially when he did not ask for it simply was not her place to do so though his third eye allowed him to analyze her body language and predict certain things. Occassionally he would say something to spurn a response in order to test out her reactions from her body language.

Though over the centuries she had learned of him as well. She was aware that he disliked flowery words of affection and she had guessed that he had used him so often throughout the years in his rouses that he knew how easy it was to lie. He was half-incubus after all and their was no end to the lies that he had used with women, especially when there had been something he had wanted. Sable was the latest but by no means was she likely to be the last either.

She had served her purpose, though she had never given Oberron over to him for reasons of her own. Simply put she was leeching Oberron's power away from him, becoming too powerful for him to deal with himself though until recently he was away from this land.

There were things that Esper had learned, things she knew about her Master. Yes, the Prince never let her into his plans fully, he always seemed to be three steps ahead, rarely surprised and even capable of turning a disaster to his advantages.

He gazed at her sternly with her near slip up but she caught herself in time. It did not concern Gersham that she felt that way or thought it but he rather not here it. The word was implied and if he hadn't been in such a good mood he would have corrected it but his pet did well today so he had oveerlook it, this time at least. When his mood changed though there was no way that she would get away with that but for now a stern gaze was more than enough to correct her as her hands slid to his shoulders.

He could see the expectancy within her eyes … no the hope that was there mixed with something else. Pride? Belonging? He was unsure what exacly to call it but he could tell that Esper was happy. In such a state he realized that she was less effective too him. She got too comfortable if this feeling lasted longer than a few days and he had learned that she was more effective when she thought he was disappointed in her, always seeking his adalation she would simply try harder,

But occassionally he gave her those few days for if there were no reward at all then there would be no reason for her to strive as hard as she had. So he gave her that for now at least. He could have offered up more words, he had a silver tongue when he wished to use it but was always honest with his pet, if not to the point of being blunt. She was an extension of him so to speak and it was more effective to simple tell her what was expected rather than have her guess at his will, a task she was never quiet right at guessing. He never told her more than she needed to know so it was hard to take the iniative on things not knowing how it would affect other matters.

She did not draw him closer, she knew better, though as she asked to take her leave and bowed her head, he lifted her chin so that his gaze met her own. “You did not wish to have your reward? Very well then, you may leave if you like. Or stay, the choice is yours of course, at least it is this once, you have proved your worth today.”

Esper could tell he didn’t like her slip up but he didn’t acknowledge it. She was thankful for this and was glad to kind that he was in a very good mood. She eyed him seductively deciding right now was better than anytime to try her chances.

“Master, I would cherish any reward you offer.” She began choosing her words carefully. The demoness had to make sure that she didn’t slip up right now. It was rather thrilling to try to play her cards right. “In fact, I would be happy to offer any of my services in return.” Esper purred tracing a nail down the prince’s torso.

With a combination of her skimpy coverings, the mischievous glint in her eye, and suggestive tone most men would have been reduced to animals resorting to their most primal lustful needs, but Gersham was stronger than that, much stronger. It was as if the demoness hadn’t fazed him. Though he eyed her carefully, he made no movement to stop her. Esper took this as a sign that she could continue.

“I would like to stay.” She breathed out, moaning softly. “Just being close to my prince makes me breathless.” Esper breathed in the scent of her revered master, his presence in addition to the after adrenaline of torturing the queen was might have been fogging her mind. But either way she was cautious not to be too picky with her prize. She was so happy that he was pleased with her work.

Esper slowly sank down onto her knees looking up at him with a lustful expression. “Could I please have a taste of your impressive shaft, master?” She requested. The demoness didn’t feel the yank of her hair nor hear a command for her to stand so she didn’t hold back from what she desired.

She peeled away her prince’s pants from his slim hips until her eyes were met with his large manhood. Esper used her cold hands stroking expertly up and down his shaft, watching it gradually harden under her touch. Of course the slave loved pleasuring her master, but she dared to hope that if she did a well enough job he would be willing to satisfy her with his own body this time.

First she kissed the sides of it, showing her loyalty and devotion. Then Esper leaned over engulfing the tip of his shaft into her hot mouth sucking on it lightly. She teased him for only a brief moment knowing that her master was not a patient man. She slowly lowered her head onto his large shaft taking him deep-throating him with only a bit of discomfort that was surely to come with a man of his size. Esper began to bob her head along his rod, expertly swirling her tongue around his length. Her hand reached up to gently massage his balls; the way she knew he liked it. The demoness hummed as she pleasured his length allowing the vibrations of her mouth to be clearly felt. This was obviously something she had been efficiently trained to do. Her eyes looked up at the Prince with a seductive expression that would have enwrapped most men in their silliest fantasies, but with no effect on Gersham she continued to blow him with the best of her ability.

Gersham granted her this liberty. He of course had been aroused by the events of the day so it had taken little work for Esper to caox him into full stiffness. Things had gone well enough for him this day, he had learned Oberron wasn't dead and he had to admit to himself that the queen was somewhat arousing, is she wasn't so tainted by this fey after taste he wouldn't have to wait to despoil her body further but his attention of her would be short lived. As he stated, she was a tool, a means to an end that he only wished to fulfill.

But Esper knew better than to tease him for long, her lips moving against him in an expert way that had him groaning with pleasure as her tongue lapped against his engulfed length. His gaze met her own steamy one and he could see the hope within as she gave her best effort.

There was no telling when he would be so kind again and Gersham realized that she had always but forth her best effort. He did not slap his hips against her face driving more of himself into her mouth, that would have displayed a certain eagerness and want something that was so rare in him these days though as she saw to his needs he set a hand at the side of her neck rubbing against it as she continued, aphrodisiac flooding her pours as he emitted it.

But sudden he wrenched himself free from her lips, gazed down at her. “Not your best work but passable.”

Gersham knew that if he held back on praising her all the time that she would become lackluster in her performances, something of course he did not want. He tuck a few fingers beneath her chin and exerted enough pressure againgst it to coax her into rising.

Once he had done so he stuffed himeslf back into his pants, gazed deeply at her then set his hands upon her hips lifting her up off the ground easily. He dropped her only when getting to the bed, gazing down at her with his trio of eyes.

“Strip … slowly.” He waited for her to do so though he halted her from removing her boots and fishnet stockings. He cupped one of her breasts, leaning down to suck upon it, allowing his tongue to flicker against it.

“Esper, prepared to be fucked,” he announced as he crawled down over her, his hands set upon her knees coaxing her legs further apart, rubbing her wet slit with a hand and finging that she was more than ready. “Such the little slut, but you are my slut, remember that.”

Esper moaned as loud as she wished as Gersham's hand caressed her nape lacing her blood with chemical lust. She knew that the more sounds the made the more frequent the vibrations hit the prince's senses. The feeling of arousal instantaneously pooled to the apex between her thighs. So well trained, there it took even less than a single touch from Gersham for her eyes to haze of and for her mind to be encompassed with sexual needs. It was this ability that made the Black Prince so feared among women of all species. 

Esper was the rare exception that had been trained to fully enjoy his wrath. The demoness worked fervently upon his length confident in her ability to please him. 

Esper whined desperately as the prince suddenly jerked his hips away from her. She frowned at herself hearing that she had not done a very adequate job and cursed herself. Gersham was very good at predicting her actions, as in that moment Esper resolved to be much more skilled at giving head by the time Gersham was in a good mood again. And since that was the case, Esper had a lot of time. 

The woman rose as he willed her to and her eyes followed him to the bed with a faint glimmer of optimism, but she did not move. She did not resist in the slightest fashion as he relocated her. Esper could taste it, she knew she was so close to her rare prize. How terrible it would be of her master today wanted to leave her drowning in her own ocean of desires. Esper shivered at the thought willing herself to be more attentive to her master's orders. 

As soon as the command to strip sounded, Esper went into action. She swayed her hips seductively almost as if unintentional, as she slowly revealed more and more skin. 
First she reached behind her neck to undo the clasp that held her top up. Slowly, though not too slow that her master would get frustrated or bored, she removed the black piece of thin cloth. Her large inviting tits bounced slightly now free of restraints. Esper, for a bit extra, rolled both of her nipples emitting a high pitched moan from her lips and causing the nubs to stand rigid and pointed. Now that her master had something to see, she peeled back her ornate gloves and allowed them to dissolve, along with her top into shadow. She clicked open the buckles of the straps holding down her microscopic skirt and willed that object of clothing, if one could call it that, to disappear as well. 

She slipped out of articles of clothing until she was completely exposed save for her stockings and boots. "Oh  master, thank you!" she squealed at his words. She let our a gasp as his lips came in contact with her chest and a yelp as he stroked her wet flower. Shocks of pleasure ran through her body as he touched her more and more. "Mmm yes my prince. I will always be your whore!" she groaned in bliss. "Ah- Master! You feel fantastic!" it had been so long since she remembered her master like this. 

His eyes traced over her body, the swell of those tits as they bounced before him caused him to becaome attentive of them, leaning over them to devour her breast, his tongue circling her nipple braking away from it only to lick some of her ollected essence off of it before lowering his hand to her lips for Esper to taste ner own essence ther,

He was quick to remind her of how much of a wanton she was and in fact took delight in tormenting her by building up her excitement to dash it away. He soooften built her up like this only to dash her away though one thing that Gersham would have never admitted to was wanting it as much in that moment. His immense happy state3 had turned itself into that rare bout of ecitement that had been brought about in part by the jknowledge of Oberron being alive and in part of what Esper had been so healous of. If she had only known that he found somethihg thrilling with having the queen of the fey so much at his will.

Gershan only ignored these thoughts for the time being, focusing on what he was doing as he went back to focusing on the mostly nude Esper below him. His shaft was hard and warm, no doubt that he had no need of coaxing her thighs apart as he angeled himself againet her. His hands skimmed along her arms until clasping with her hands, holding her down as he gazed down into her eyes, the tip of his body quivering against her anticipating body.

He had not descended then, making her wait a little longer as he showed attention to her other breast rfirst, pointedc teeth encasing her nipple a he tugged against it slowly, softly begore wetting it with his tongue. It was only then that he gave a push inside her, groaning as he did.

His hips slapped up against her own. “Mine!” He commented at the apex of that thrust into her core, repeating the single word as his hips slapped back against her though this time he grinded his hips against her own so that he moved against her silken walls.

She was so wet for him that it was easy for her to refeive him and at that same time it had been so long that he had taken her like this that she had been nice and tight for him. To his knowledge swhe had only taken others when he commanded it, at least in this fashion. He had never cared to ask, asking would have shown interest in her somehat though he was almost sure o this fact based on what his third eye could reveal.

He groaned connecting with her body a third time. “This body of yours is well trained, Esper,” not slut or slave but Esper this time around at least. “Do not fail for me to pick up how you try to hold me inside you. You may try if you like at least this time.”

He reached back allowing his fingers to trace over her thights then he coaxed her legs around his bak as his lips once more touch upon her own as he could feel the nipple of her chest graze him in the process of doing so.

Esper tilted her head back and groaned unabashedly as he suckled on her tit. As he presented her with his hand, she accepted his fingers obediently, tasting the acidity of the juices on coating them. “Ah- Master!” She cried as he teased her with the tip of his hard shaft. Wriggling her body as he clutched her hands holding her down, he would not have her enjoy this too much. Whining as he nibbled on her breast, she just wanted him encased within her. Esper just wanted him to unleash his lust upon her.

She let out a long moan as he slowly pushed inside her wet folds. The prince slid in with ease. The inner walls of her body clamped down readily around his meat. “Yes Master” she hissed “Yours and only yours-!” Her words wavered as he slammed into her again grinding his hips in to hers. She cried out, her body shook radiating desire. He was so close to her, so within deep within her. These thoughts alone were enough to make Esper come undone, but she resisted letting her body wade in the amazing feelings he was wracking upon her. Her training absolute, the demoness would be ready to cum whenever her master allowed her to.

“A-as you wish, my prince!” She yelped trying hard to please him. Her walls squeezed around him in timely intervals. Esper assisted him wrapping her legs around his back, her nailed fingers instinctively clawed down his back. This change of direction made her gasp for air as it felt like he was Every thrust he made caused wonderful friction to the sensitive peaks of her breasts. Her engorged nipples rubbed back and forth against him causing pleasure to surge through her veins. In addition the astonishing feeling of him pressing inside of her and his aphoristic touch plaguing upon every inch of her being.

She opened her lust misted eyes looking at him with a gracious expression as he actually addressed her by her name. Her heart fluttered briefly in the midst of passion, but she did not comment upon it. Esper feared that if she did he would simply just take it back. It was better as it was now. Esper whimpered lovingly as she adjusted the position of her legs briefly. “Ah- Master, harder- please!” She pleaded digging her nails into his back.

For marring his back he would have made her pay normall but he hissed sofly, eyes pressing closed as her brought himself down againt her. His hips slapped against her own in those deep yet full thrusts. A soft groan parted his lips, so unuse to himself and it had been clear to Esper that Gersham may have been lost in the moment for a change … no that was too much wishful thinking on her part.

Knowing that she was trained against taking any sort of iniative even involuntarer ones, he gazed down at her as their bodies lapped together. “You may let youself go, Esper.” Again with the name! She had earned this reward and obviously would not enjoy this treatment too often.

Bringing himself against her quicker he dancing over her body with each plunge of his hips against her. He had been almost there himself, almost ready to cum and she could feel him trmbling inside the core of her body at the apex of each of his thrusts into her soft core. Her wet body adding to the descend of his body.

He had tried to retreat from her if not for the circle of her legs around his waist he may have done so but as a result the heat of his body, so rarely given, spllashed against her inner walls as he actually came inside her.

Such a rare treat indeed, especially since the seed of her prince bestowed powers of corruption on his minion similar to the effect Oberron had upon Alynia.

Gersham being a demon was loathe to share power though, however minor, with a minion. He had taught Esper how to Shadow Step and he saw no reason so far to enhance her talents even if he could have made it easier for her to learn. It simply went against his nature.

But he knew that Esper would have tried to hold back in the moment, tried to resist with her impeding orgasm and even though she hide things well his third eye allowed him to guess at what she was going through. He was uncertain though he had some idea as to what happened.

Even as he exploded, emptying his essence into her he kept pumping into her steedily as he danced above her, his tongue lapping up one of her endowed breasts before he slowed then stopped completely inside that tight sheath of her body.

Now had usually been about the time that he would either leave or toss her out of the bed but he surprised her further as he gazed down at her. “Stay the night, I may hav use for you later.”

Esper was astonished by his actions and even more so by his responses. Was he actually in his own cold way, showing affection? No this was too much. He was simply enjoying himself, Esper decided in the midst of passion. Nevertheless every sound that fell from the prince's lips sounded nothing short pure music to the demoness. With her eyes squeezed shut with bliss, she held onto him with an unyielding embrace fearing that this was all just an illusion. Fearing that she was actually just dreaming of this wonderful moment. 

But it felt so real. So amazing every time he rammed back into her, his stamina never relenting or failing the slightest bit. Mercilessly, he pounded away at simply the most sensitive region that could be discovered in her being. She had been on the brink of climax for an agonizing amount of time. "Th-thank you Master!" Esper shrieked as he gave her permission to give into the waves and waves of euphoria wracking upon the shore of the demoness's quivering form. A long erotic moan erupted from her lips as  Esper threw her head back surrendering to the passion. Her body shook around him, her chest trusted forward creating a perfect arc in her back.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" a mantra of gratification streamed from Esper's  lips as Gersham continued to fuck her even as her nectar flowed from her. The slickness of her passage did well to increase both his incredible speed and power. Esper, like the good slut she was, rocked her hips, weakly meeting his hard thrusts. Even though she was trying to push pass her hypersensitivity, she couldn't help but cry out every time their hips clapped together. 

She let out a high pitched gasp of pleasure as her prince came undone as well. "M-master!" she whined with deference as Esper felt his seed squirt into her. She had almost forgotten the qualities of his sperm, the warm feeling that spread through her. She was not thinking about the magical benefits, Esper was lost away in a world of her own. The demoness's eyes fluttered shut in bliss relishing the fantastic sensations that flew through her. 

"G-Gersham.." she breathed out quietly as he licked at her soft engorged peaks for a final time. Slowly he came to a stop still encased in between her wet walls, covered in a mixture of both of their juices. Esper laid limp and tired, she was completely out of breath. Her golden eyes watched Gersham with a longing gaze,  patiently waiting for his harsh words. Waiting for the order for her to get out of his sight... But to her shock it never came. Tears of joy welled up within her as she heard his command. "Y-yes, my Prince!" she gasped with fervor. "Anything for you!" she wondered what was going through his mind. She would never complain about this fortunate turn of events, but Esper wanted to know what caused her prince to be in such a good mood and how he could get more of it. 

That of course was going to be her last pass. He was in a good mood but even that had it's limits. She had called him by his name though and had not refered to him as Master. She had gotten got up in the moment for certain though he was sure of it.

But he had said nothing this time around. His essence filled her, though being unseelie and half unseelie at that his essence had a portion of the magical power that Oberron's had though it certainly enhanced matters, though of course he was a demon and loathed sharing power with another.

Still, what was done was done and Gersham wasn't about passing up on opportunities. Rather, he had made the best of them as he had now and he determined that he would teach Esper a new technique or at least the beginning of one. He had little to fear when it came to Shadow Magic since he could see through illusions so easily with his third eye that such deceptions were unable to deceive him. Yet, they would be more useful to the simple illusions he had taught her since Shadow Magic illusions were part real and fulled by magical force so that they were more than just harmless events.

Demons did not need to sleep but could if they so chose in order to replinish themselves, heal quicker and help organize their thoughts better. They did so that night, getting full use out of the bed when otherwise it was used for the soul activities that they shared. As a special treat he he had made use of her twice more, cumming inside her once more of those two times. Though in the morning he had dismissed her to dress.

Esper did not know what caused his good mood but the only thing that she knew of that had changed was the fact that that she had told him Oberron was dead, and that he later found out that he was alive. That and he had acquired Alynia. She could not think of anything else at the moment and had wondered why this was the case now.

She had wondered how long this mood would last. He was almost affectionate with her in that odd sort of way. He had not banished her until she had woken and only so she could freshen up. He had already been up and dressed by that stage and he had given her some rather unique instructions that day …





The door of the cell had opened, and the elven soldir was shuffled inside. His shirt had been lost displaying all the angry welts against his pale skin. His hair was long and dark and hung in front of his features in a ragged look.

Corte had chiseled features though had blond hair, this man had looked siilar enough to be a brother or even a cousin. He was shackled by the demoness, even whipped a few times to christen him to the room before she left Alynia with her new room mate, locking the door behind her.

His head was hung low, then after a few minutes his green eyes lifted from the floor, a weak smile had been upon his lips.

“My queen … a message. Be ready tonight. Marduke sends his regards.”

That night they had slept together, really slept together. It wasn’t the first time, but it was still remarkably rare that her master would show such kindness (or empathy at the least). Esper’s body felt a consistent buzz, the extra magic that had been blessed upon her flowed through her veins. Even though she felt above the skies, eventually she along with her dear Black Prince fell asleep.

When her eyes suddenly snapped open realizing that she had been sleeping. Esper didn’t sleep often, when did she ever have the need to? It was always easier as well as less time consuming to drink some healing serum of some sort. But sitting up, Esper reveled in the great feeling of waking up from a slumber, especially after such a night that had passed.

As soon as she sat up, her clothes were thrown to her. Gersham had ordered her to go get dressed. Though his voice clear and dispassionate, it was much nicer than he could’ve been to her. Esper let out a breath to prevent herself from giving smiling recalling the wonderful occurrence of last night. She knew that the way he acted was never going to last, and who knows how long it would be before she was treated like that again. Esper had no choice but to tuck away the memory for as long as she could. The demoness bowed deeply. “Master treats me too well.” She stated in a bright humble voice before melting away into the shadows and reappeared in her own room. She cleaned herself up, and dressed before reporting back to her prince’s side to receive any specific instructions he had for her through the day.

As expected, her master had specific duties for her to complete, though today such instructions were much more elaborate than on a regular day. Nevertheless the demoness was prepared to obey.


While Esper had the night of her life, so did Alynia. A girl who had been used to luxury, or at least habitability suffered the entire night stripped and shackled in a cold dark dungeon cell. When her eyes blinked opened from her troubled, nightmare wracked sleep she had no idea what time it was, or how long she had actually slept. With nothing else to do, she occupied time thinking of happier thoughts, of pleasant memories. Anything to put her mind on save for the current situation she was in. Alynia’s brown eyes met with the magical green flame wondering if the fire ever died out. The night had been cold, but she was positive that the flame also provided at least the slightest bit of heat. Her thoughts were interrupted as suddenly the door creaked open.

She watched tilting her head with the childlike interest Alynia showed ever so often. It was a good thing to know her spirit had not yet been entirely shattered. She observed the handsome man the silver haired demoness lead inside. Alynia’s eyebrows furrowed sympathetically at harsh whip lashes upon the prisoner’s bared torso.

She watched as Esper chained him upon a wall beside the queen, but Alynia quickly turned her head away as the woman reached for a whip. She squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip but she could do nothing to block the sound of the weapon cutting through the air, snapping against the bare skin of the black haired fey (for Alynia assumed he was an elf) , causing grunts of pain to echo throughout the room.

Esper didn’t take long tormenting her toy, even though she wanted to. It seemed she had other business to take care of. She gave the naked queen a cruel smirk, before leaving the two prisoners alone.

It was after the door shut before Alynia suddenly felt the bareness of her skin. It was dim in the room, but since she could see the elf she could only assume he had a fair view of her. The queen blushed profusely, but her head looked up at his words.

“Tonight?” She responded in disbelief. So fast, so soon, it was almost too good to be true. “That’d be more than I could hope for.” Alynia said, but her mind was wandering somewhere else. Gersham had been so sure that someone would come to save her… a part of her hoped that Oberron would not come. Another part wanted to see her husband more than anything else. She closed her eyes as if pained with her thoughts. Maybe it would just be the atomie coming, or Charon, or even Corte. Yes that would be better, but once again the Prince was so sure about the king. “I hope for their safety.” Alynia muttered quietly.

There was a moment of silence as Alynia organized her thoughts. “How do you know this?” she asked with curiosity at the elf. “Oh- and please tell me your name.” Her sincere eyes landed upon the marks on his chest. Her sincere brown eyes looked sorrowful. “I’m sorry about what they are doing to you.” She stated quietly wishing that there was something she could do.

Come morning Esper had found that the rare good mood Gersham had been in had not dwindled. Of course he was not the romantic type but for him to behave as he had was a special treat. Sleep, when he had allowed his body to take it was more befefical for him.

Every once and awhile it could be used as a form of meditation to structure his thoughts, to recharge his resevoir of magical energies to remember events of the distant past with clarity for beings as long lived as demons there were plenty of things that they would have simply forgotten over the passage of years if they did not sleep once every few centuries.

It was like rebooting a computer in a way, refreshing all those options after a crash. He need to refresh himself more otten than Esper. Simply put his mind was much more cluttered than hers. There were the plans that he made on a daily basis, the contingent plans in case those went wrong, and even back ups to those. Then there were the magical therums that dwelled within his head.

Complex arcane rituals, general knowledge of the unseelie court, knowledge about life in the Abyss and there were other things like techniques of torturing victims, his knowledge on sword play, the fey and other creatures.

Yes, sleep did wonders for him from time to time as it did last night. Things simply fell into place and he rearranged certain events in his head. He had considered how he was going to torment his prisoner today, he had so much time or he assumed he did.

Gersham would have to be ready for when Oberron made his move against him. Would it be an army he brought or just a team to infiltrate the tower and rescue the queen. Perhaps both. He had slated to give it a little more thought when Esper returned.

She would not enjoy her instructions today but he was well ware that she would not brake them either. She was not to touch the queen today, not unless he commanded it for whatever reason though he doubted that he would have need to he tended to keep a somewhat opened mind to most things. He had lived long enough to realize that even he was incapable of predicting everything that could possible come up.

He also instructed her about her brief bout with homing her whip skills and how very important it was not to hold back …





So the screams of the elf died down, he had not been tortured all that long and he appeared thankful of that as he slumped forward against the cold chains that had restrained him. Gone was the snap-crack of the whip and Esper was sure to lock the pair in the cell together.

He lifted his head and gazed toward her, no doubt he could see her naked form well enough though his green eyes darted away from her upon realizing that she wasn't descent. She appeared to be in good health though, no marks marred her body and while his eyes had not lingered upon her he couldn't see any immediate signs of trauma or abuse on her body though even if he were not experiencing it himself he would have been a chill in the chamber given that Alynia's nipples were erect.

He gazed at the wall as she spoke, though protocol might have determined that it was rude not to lock eyes with her he had been aware of her embarrassment and did not wish to draw undue attention to her. He must have had some idea about humans, or maybe he was just a quick read of her.

But he was paying attention to her nevertheless. “Forgive me your highness for not making eye contact. I would if you commanded it, and while there is nothing for you to feel ashamed about I can sense your discomfort.” He paused to see if she had commanded him to look or if he were just going to stare at that wall and speak to it as he answered her.

“Yes. Tonight. I am Eamon Silver Leaf, a major in your husbands guard serving with Lord Marduke. Some of your friends eager for your return came to my Lord and pleaded that he leand assistance to aid you. Lord Marduke agreed, he is found of Oberron and knows that it will be some time before he recovers from the state he is in. Forgive me, I do not know all the details behind why Oberron has perished and is not dead. I am but a soldier. A scout in fact.

“Corte has brought along several elves, and they and the atomie are to launch a feint against the Black Prince. Another team is to infiltrate the castle and rescue you. I was doing some recon when I was captured by trolls and brought here.

“I am lucky though to have you as a room mate.” He smiled weakly, then grimmaced a little. “When they come to get you they will no doubt take me along too, had I been in another room I doubt that they would send a rescue team after me.

“Who is the bitch with the whip? Ember? Is that it? I heard the the Prince had a lacky and I'm assuming she greets people when he can't be bothered doing so himself. How are you faring? They have not harmed you, have they?”