“She's not my slave!” Liam said, weakly.
“And I just... the court case was decided s-so, I...”
Liam sighed quietly.
“I... c-can you fuck me?”
Liam blinked. “Right now?”
Neb peeked over the shift she was ineffectually using to cover her curvy body. “Well, it'll make you feel better,” she said, her voice a bit lame. “And it's not like we can stop Bryn right now. Right? So. I mean.” She spread her thighs. “Gods, I need it...” Her voice was slightly breathy and Liam tried to not laugh as he stepped slowly into the scriptorium, shaking his head from side to side.
“You try real hard to not let your inner slut show, do you?” he asked.
“Maybe...” Neb whispered.
“But I kinda got the idea you had one,” Liam said, stepping up. His finger crooked through the golden chain that connected the tips of her breasts. He had wanted to do this for days. It felt like he'd wanted to do it for months, really. He slowly tugged up, until the nipple rings were drawn taut. Her thighs spread as she moaned, her back arching as she presented herself.
Liam shook his head slowly. “Who knew you were so eager under that shy librarian look?”
Neb turned her head aside, blushing hard. Liam leaned forward, working his tongue through one of her nipple rings. He teased her, his hand cupping and squeezing her breast, the moment forgotten as he simply enjoyed the exotic feel of her. He had been with another Chosen – a priestess of Bastet – but she had been a momentary diversion compared to Neb's beauty. Her paws gently slid to his hips, and insistently slid his kilt aside. She shifted off the stool, standing and pressing herself against Liam. His hands cupped her ass, feeling the downy softness of her fur. He moaned quietly as Neb panted softly.
“I need this so bad...” she whined.
Liam kissed her neck, biting down gently, then rougher. Neb made an eager little noise at the back of her throat, rolling her head backwards as Liam pushed her against the wall, capturing her tail against her back. She writhed as his hands slid from her ass to her thighs, cupping her sex. He slid two fingers into her sex, pushing them in with the eager intentness of someone who knew exactly what he wanted. Neb responded to that confidence, melting against him as she quivered and gasped.
Then Liam's thumb found the tiny nub of her clit.
“Oh Anubis!” She moaned, her eyes closing, her breasts mashing against his chest. His paws grabbed onto his shoulders, claws pressing against his skin. Liam tensed for a moment, then relaxed as he felt that she had filed them down.
Thank God for small mercies, he thought.
Neb bucked her hips, all attempts to seem demure or quiet forgotten as she panted, gasped, thrashed her head to the side. Her ears flattened against her head as she cried out again – a wordless exclamation of pleasure as her juices soaked Liam's palm. He slid his hand from her sex, holding it up, and she lapped her broad, rough tongue against his palm, drinking her own juices. Her golden eyes met his, wanton and eager.
They said one thing: Is this okay? Do you like this?
The word master floated in those eyes. But it wasn't the slavery that Liv had been forced into. It was something baser. Something unconnected to the battlefield, to poverty, to wealth. It was something that Liam felt deeply, deeply comfortable with. He grinned at her, his voice low.
“Good pet,” he murmured.
Neb made a quiet, happy noise, her fingers licking along his fingers. He turned his hand around, cradling her jaw, his fingers plunging into her mouth. She sucked on them, her muzzle, her flexible tongue, the part of her mouth that actually had lips, all combining to make a unique, amazing sensation. He tried to imagine what that would feel around his cock and found that he was already pushing her down to her knees.
Neb the Priestess had never looked as comfortable and happy with her situation as Neb the slut, her knees spreading and her tail wagging happily as she nosed at Liam's balls.
“Good girl,” he purred. Then, starting, added, “O-Oh! Uh, if... you want me to stop, just say aardvark.”
Neb cocked her head, blinking and looking confused.
Liam's cheeks turned bright red. “So, uh, you know, you can say 'no' without me, uh, you know. Stopping.”
Neb's eyes widened. “Oh, that's as clever as superpowers!” she said, excitedly, shocked momentarily away from Neb the slut. She beamed at him.
“Copyright, Liam Vanderbilt,” he murmured. “Now, come on, get to sucking, you eager little cockslut.” He watched her face tensely, readying for aardvark. Instead, he saw Neb's eyes half close, her whole body shivering as she pressed her nose against his cock, her tongue lapping out, gently tasting him. She was hesitant, then more and more eager as she lapped along the base of his cock. Her mouth opened and she pushed herself forward.
One advantage of having a muzzle, Liam found, was it was a lot easier to deepthroat someone - even if you were clearly a newbie - since you had a good three inches of mouth before you even got to throat. Even with that advantage, Neb made a quiet gagging noise, but gamely pressed forward, until her nose bumped against the curled ruff of his pubic hair. She looked up at him through her painted eyelashes, her nipple-chain dancing slightly between her glorious tits as she writhed underneath him. Her tail lashed from side to side, wagging high like a happy dog.
“Mm, you like that, bitch?” Liam asked, his voice casual. He had never dommed someone like this before.
He found he rather liked it.
Rather liked it a lot.
He tried to picture Meg doing this and found that he couldn't get the image to form. The closest he got to it was Meg wearing a collar and looking at him as if he had completely taken leave of his senses. Now, he could picture Tethis wearing nothing but a Princess Leia slave-girl bikini. That was a mental image that fit like a glove. He grinned, slowly, then slid his hand through Neb's hair, squeezing gently as she started to bob her head, her tongue swirling around and around his cock as she gave him head.
“Good girl,” he purred. “Good little cockslave.”
Neb's eyes closed and she made a tiny, happy noise that sent wonderful vibrations through his cock as she slurped and sucked on his shaft, her hands going to his hips. She drew her mouth back enough to let his cock spring free, planting a few kisses against it, rubbing her nose against the tip of his member, smearing pre-com against her nostrils.
“Gods, you smell so- you taste so- mmmph!” She was cut off as Liam grabbed her head, then pushed his cock back into her mouth, fucking her in earnest now. His balls slapped against her chin and Neb closed her eyes. She let her head be used, her tongue the only thing that moved – other than her tail, of course – as Liam grunted quietly.
“Ready?” he gasped. “Ready for your master's cum, bitch?”
Neb pressed her thighs together eagerly, her tongue sliding against the underside of his cock. Liam thrust deep, shuddering as he let himself cut loose in a way he never had before. All the focus was on him – on his pleasure, on his movements, with Neb serving only as an eager little mouth and an eager little throat. He didn't pull back, he just remained within her and spurted his cum. Thick strands of white seed fired out of his cock, Neb's throat bobbing as she worked overtime to drink and drink and drink.
Then, panting, Liam slipped backwards. A single strand of cum and spittle connected him to her lips, and her tongue desperately quested after his cock. Neb's eyes looked unfocused, her hair mussed. Every inch of her screamed that she had been well and truly used, and - from the puddle between her thighs, dripping onto the ground – she was happy with it. Profoundly happy.
Liam leaned against the wall, his breathing becoming more and more steady. “You know,” he said. “If you beg for it, I can dump another load in that pussy of yours.”
“P-Please...” Neb whispered.
“I didn't hear that.” Liam's face was twisted by a grin. Neb stood, her knees quivering. She turned, bending over the stool in the room. She thrust her glorious, darkly
furred ass into the air, her tail arching and presenting her pussy to him. Her fur was matted with moisture, making what she needed painfully clear. She tilted her head forward, the stool creaking under her weight. A single loop of golden chain dangled in the air, her breasts mostly pressed against the wood.
“Please fuck me,” she hissed. “Fill this slutty, uh, p...p...vagina w-with your cock...”
“Pussy,” Liam said, stepping up behind her. He started to grind his cock against her sex – teasing her slowly. “Call it a pussy.”
“...Pussy,” Neb whispered, her voice thick with pleasure, anticipation and shame. Liam felt another rush of power, his head spinning slightly as he took a harder grip on her hips. Squeezing. He purred quietly.
“Louder.”
“Fuck my p-pussy,” she said, her voice catching – the word was clearly making her squirm. And, from the juices dripping along his cock, get wetter. Liam ground his length against her with added strength, his smile growing wider and wider.
“Louder, bitch.”
“Fuck my pussy hard!” she cried out. “Please, just slam your dick inside my Anubis-blessed pussy and fuck my brains out.”
Liam did just as she wished.
After all, he sub was the real dominant one in D/s relationships, weren't they?
Liam's cock slipped into her sex with ease – she was so intensely wet that even her eager tightness didn’t slow him down. He rested inside of her for the moment, his eyes close, reveling in the sensation of her. Neb’s quiet, shallow gasp held tones of pleasure and tones of surprise. He could hear wonder in her moan as he slid his cock backwards slightly, then pushed deeper into her sex, wringing an moan from the base of her throat.
“You’re a virgin, huh?” Liam murmured.
“What?” Neb gasped. “I, how, how could you, ah, tell?” She groaned around the word as her hips twitched in time with his movements.
“Only a virgin would sound this surprised at how good sex can feel,” Liam purred, squeezing her hips eagerly.
Neb nodded, the small motions of her hips sending jolts of pleasure through him.
And since this was, well, round two, Liam could go for a while.
He grinned and leaned over the stool, his palms pressing against the wall over Neb's head, his hips driving against her. The stool creaked and rocked under their weight as her ass jiggled in counterpoint with his thrusts. A sudden through sprang unbidden into Liam's mind: I wonder how she'd look if she twerked. The idea of a bookish, shy girl like Neb twerking almost made him bust out laughing. But then again…
Liam groaned. “Fuck, you're a good little slut.” He laughed. “Should just take you with me.”
Neb squealed, then laughed as well. “Sounds, ah, fucking good to me, master!”
She laid it on slightly thick with that line but Liam didn't mind.
He'd never have imagined her like this, but he was damn glad she was enjoying it. His cock plunged into her again and again as his balls gently bumped against her thighs. Her paws scrabbled at the wood of the stool, clutching to it as she cried out again and again, all attempts to be quiet failing. Not that she had particularly tried that hard. Then, shuddering, Neb climaxed. Liam didn't hold back. He thrust as deeply into her as he could and let his balls clench.
He felt his second climax of the hour rush through him and knew he was claiming Neb. Maybe not forever. Maybe not even for longer than this one meeting. But for right now?
She was his.
Panting, Liam remained deep, deep inside her.
Quietly, he whispered. “Was, ah, that good for you, Neb?” He paused. “D-didn't call you too many mean names, right?”
Neb laughed, quietly. “No. It's good.” She looked back and grinned slightly. “But, uh, mm, just so you know. I am sorry.”
“For what?” Liam asked, slowly sliding out of her.
“I just needed, uh, one sample of, uh... you,” Neb said, shyly. “To get the spell. I just, uh, got greedy.”
Her paw slapped against his chest. Liam staggered backwards as a flare of magic crackled through his body. His knees locked and he tottered backwards, crashing to the ground with a thump. He lay there, frozen, his vision slowly growing darker and darker. Neb stood over her, looking down at him, her eyes sad and nervous. The door opened and a dark, cloaked figure stepped into the chamber.
Bryn smiled.
“Your debts are paid, Neb Maatre.” She chuckled. “Paid... with interest.”
Five
Liam frowned as he watched Bryn and Neb watch him. His hands were bound behind his back – strapped and chained into the chair - while his ankles were fastened to the legs of the chair. To finalize the piece, his neck had a collar looped around it, the chain connected to both the front and back of the chair. If he tried to move his wrists, the chains yanked on the collar and it tightened. If he tried to move his neck, the chain drew the collar tighter. If he tried to rock from side to side, the collar tightened. So, basically, if he did anything but sit there, he would strangle himself.
This is not proper bondage etiquette, he thought. Bondiquette?
Bryn slapped the flat of her dagger against her palm.
“You are one annoying child,” Bryn said.
“I'm a freshman!” Liam said. “I'm at the very least an annoying teenager.”
Bryn mouthed the word 'teenager' then shook her head. “How do you activate the iPod?”
“Well, it can only be unlocked by the kiss of a handsome prince,” Liam said, casually. Bryn slapped him across the face. She was strong. Strong enough that Liam felt blood trickling along his tongue. He shook his head, then tried to spit said blood on the ground without hitting his still naked body. The splatter did manage to land on the flagstones of the room. He wasn't sure where in the library he was, but the scent of ink was still strong enough to make it clear he was still there.
“Uh, ma'am,” Neb said, trying to get Bryn's attention. The spy ignored her.
“I can hurt you a great deal, Vanderbilt,” Bryn said, the dagger flashing as it was tossed from palm to palm.
“Listen, lady, I worship a dude who was nailed to a cross for giggles,” Liam said, mentally apologizing to Jesus. But he was sure Big J would understand. “Do you really think you can threaten me with pain?”
Bryn snarled, but before she could continue, Neb tapped her shoulder.
“Ma'am!” She said. “Y-You said you'd pay me if I delivered Liam. Uh, I mean, Mr. Vanderbilt. I've done so.” She coughed. “So...”
Bryn waved her hand. “Your payment is in the office.”
She gestured with one hand, dismissing Neb. She turned back to face Liam. Neb stood there, met Liam's eyes...
And winked.
Liam managed, somehow, to keep his face completely straight as his brain screamed: Neb! Don't fucking wink at me! Go and do your part of the fucking plan! Come on! Go! Go! The longer you wait here, the longer Miss Psycho has to find us out, go!
Neb gave him a shy thumbs up, then turned and hurried out of the room before Bryn noticed. Liam sagged slightly with relief.
Neb, he thought. You are the worst fucking spy...
Then he stopped sagging as Bryn held up a wicked looking bronze hook.
“Let's start with...” She paused. “Castration.”
Liam forced himself to not gulp, keeping his face like stone – save for a small smirk on his mouth. He had an idea, but if it didn't work, he would just have to hope that Neb was fast. He looked at Bryn, who was eying him suspiciously.
“What?” she asked.
“Oh, I was just wondering if you were going to mention any actual torture, or...” he trailed off, shrugging slightly. He ignored the pressure as the collar tightened around his throat.
Bryn pointed the curved bronze hook at him. “I'm going to use this on your balls.”
“And?” Liam snorted. “Lady, before I got sucked to this soft, pathetic world, do you know what I did? Do you know what Earth is like? I come from a kingdom that's mostly Chri
stian. We like to smash into one another at high speeds, tossing a ball wrapped in desiccated flesh to one another as a kind of trophy, using tactics, cunning and brute strength to score points. We kick around the severed heads of our enemies to worship Jesus Christ, our lord of pain and king of blood. Hell, the more devout of us spend every Sunday drinking blood and eating of the flesh of our savior.”
Bryn looked at the hook, then at him.
“Every four years, we have brutal competitions between two factions to determine who gets to lead us. It's not just a peaceful transition from father to son – or from mother to daughter, I guess.” He shrugged. “There's literal blood in the streets as we tear into one another – why, I still have scars from the fight between Obama and McCain.” He shifted, wincing slightly as the collar tightened around his neck again. “See this scar? Some rabid Republican shoved a torch right in my belly.”
Bryn lowered her torture tool.
“So, go ahead,” Liam said. “Try torture. I could use a good laugh.”
“I don't buy it.” Bryn said, her voice flat. She stepped closer, then, with a darting lung, she brought the hook up against his cheek. Liam didn't blink, didn't move. He sat as still as he ever had – repeating to himself again and again and again: I will not fear, fear is the mind killer, fear is the, uh, shit, I don't remember how the rest of the line goes.
Bryn lowered the hook.
Liam held back his sigh of relief. She was an actual professional, then. If she had been someone who didn't know what the hell she was doing, then she'd have just started cutting him. But professionals know that once cutting and smashing and burning started, people would say anything, anything at all, to get it to stop.
“Well,” she said. “We have other ways.”
She held up a vial of semi-transparent liquid containing glinting golden flecks. The whole concoction glowed with a pale light, visible even in the well lit room. Liam watched as Bryn stepped closer, her eyes dancing with clear pleasure. At least someone was enjoying themself.
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