The Ambition of the Dreadlord Raveres
Part III: Debts to be Paid
Episode Twenty-Two (Censored)
After the retainer left Raveres pointed towards the bath,
"You each are newly mine, so I shall make allowances for your behaviour just this once."
Maya stared unblinkingly at the Druchii as Rhea whispered a translation for her. Arathar stood, his chest rising and body shivering nervously as Raveres stepped closer to them and her gaze met his. When the door closed and they each realised they were now alone with their master they began to realise what being her property might entail, especially when her voice dropped coldly.
Her earlier warmth now gone and she spat venomously,
"Strip, prince."
The Asur's lips parted,
"I'm not a prince…" he quietly corrected, "I am Arathar R-"
Interrupting him with a swift backhand Raveres smirked, and nodded before looking him up and down,
"Correct, you're not."
Reeling from the surprising slap Arathar's face widened as the iron-grip of the Druchii's fingers took hold of his chin and forced her thumb into his mouth. Pressing it down hard onto his tongue she asked coldly,
"But do you know what I am?"
Pulling downwards with her hand Arathar was forced to bend from his standing position. He nodded, his fearing eyes never leaving hers.
"Good. Now if you'd prefer to keep breathing, kneel."
Her even tone, and black, opium-widened, violet ringed pupils, made the Asur shiver as he lowered to his knees. Cocking her head to the side Raveres smiled in approval,
"Very good Arathy."
He didn't like the shortened pet-version of his name, but he was quickly realising the risk in continuing to challenge his captor.
"Now, strip."
Withdrawing her hand from his jaw, and her thumb from his tongue, she stepped in front of the next slave, Rhea. The Druchii's proximity made the young imperial woman nod and nervously bow her head again.
"Your name?"
Raveres asked, her tone was almost elated, eerily ignoring what she had just done to Arathar.
"It's R-R-Rhea." The imperial stuttered.
Nodding Raveres brought her right hand into view, as she repeated the name,
"Rhea? Come closer."
Mistress and slave were already less than an arm's length from one another, and Rhea was struggling to not shake in fear of her owner, but she shuffled a few inches nearer. Raveres leaned forwards, taking a handful of Rhea's hairs, as she shut her eyes and took a long breath. Letting the locks fall from her hand she opened her eyes, and spoke,
"There's wine, just there, bring me a goblet."
Pointing towards a table against the chamber's wall Rhea dared to look where the she-elf had indicated. Behind the slaves, to the right of the door, was a thin setting table. It was covered in plates of fruit and empty glass goblets. On the table, nearer the end, was a tapped, rundlet oak-cask, beside which sat several green glass bottles.
Whispering to herself Rhea slowly stepped towards the table,
'Just get her the wine, you're her s-server!' she thought, 'A… a host slave! She bought you for c-conversation, your languages, and music… maybe even singing!'
She smiled to herself, hoping vainly, 'That's it!'
Happy with this prospect Rhea hopped at the chance to prove herself useful, trying her best to ignore Arathar behind her on his knees, and Raveres' intimidating stare.
…
As the imperial went to prepare refreshment, Raveres stepped in front of her third acquisition. Looking over the swarthy, former, nomad, the Druchii extended her right hand towards Maya's face. The southlander tilted her head upwards and steeled herself in resistance at the touch. Yet at the she-elf's smirk and averted eyes Maya allowed herself to look down at her mistress.
With her so close the tanned woman was now able to see the muscles and lean duelist's body of the Druchii. Her viewing was made more alluring by the fact that Raveres' skin and form was barely obscured by her light silk garment. As Maya's eyes darted along the she-elf's flesh, she saw that, more than a strong warrior's body, there were spots of blood seeping through and staining the transparent robe which the she-elf was wearing.
Looking closer the southlander saw that under the silk Raveres' initially beautiful, albeit sunburnt, skin was covered in sewn or stitched wounds, cuts, and big, yellowing, bruises. Maya furrowed her brow when she noticed the large bandages wrapped around and across the she-elf's abdomen. Raveres stepped back from the Human and looked down at herself narrating,
"I had a run in with a rather nasty fish. In addition to a few other,"
She looked up and smirked, "Setbacks…"
The tanned Human looked down as Raveres turned around and stepped back towards the side of her bed, Rhea was returning from the wine-table with a glass goblet brimming with the white Caledorian, doing everything she could to be as careful and as level with the glass as Humanly possible.
Leaning forwards to pick back up the gold opium pipe, the back edge of the she-elf's thin garment came upwards and the three slaves saw their mistress' bare buttock. Rhea shut her eyes and averted her face in embarrassment, Arathar' tunic fell from his fingers as he remained kneeling, blinking and turning his head to 'reset' himself, and Maya looked on reservedly, her thoughts and inner reactions unknown to the others.
Turning back around and stepping towards Maya, Raveres extended the pipe to the tanned Human, while taking up the glass of wine from Rhea. Announcing loudly Raveres surprised the three with the sudden change in her voice,
"Now! My burns hurt and my body aches…"
She looked at each slave and met their eyes, smiling to herself almost excitedly. Then she brought the glass to her lips and closed her lids. Taking a long sip, she exhaled in satisfaction before turning back to the imperial,
"Fill three more glasses girl…"
Stepping towards the bath's edge Raveres straightened her arms and let the silken covering fall away from her body. Raising her voice she continued with her order,
"Each of you shall smoke as much smoke as I, and drink as much wine as I."
Bringing up her right leg and mounting the first step the she-elf turned to see the wide eyes and surprised expressions of her three slaves. Rhea was quietly whispering a translation to Maya, and Arathar looked up from the floor in disbelief. Furrowing her brow Raveres let out a slip of incredulity that they hadn't yet moved.
"I want each of you in this bath with me,"
She turned back and stepped into the cool water before continuing,
"I didn't take any of you for simple when I bought you."
Shuddering at the tingling feeling across her skin Raveres lowered and turned around to watch the three, taking another well needed sip from her glass. Swallowing the burning wine her voice inadvertently let slip her impatience as she asked herself sarcastically,
"I did not think that I had stuttered… But perhaps I was wrong?"
Rhea stuttered as she repeated as best she could what their master was saying to Maya. Hastily wrapping her soft lips around the pipe, the nomad took a long drag of the familiar drug before handing it to Rhea and freeing her hands. Chiming her approval Raveres spoke aloud, her voice somewhat sultry,
"That's better"
Holding in the breath Maya took hold of her tunic and pulled it over her head. The she-elf's eyebrow rose licentiously as she got to see the Human's exposed breasts and fit body. The swarthy nomad's abdomen had a few scars across it and a couple even dotted along the top of her chest; earned from glancing blows and slashes of past fights no doubt.
Yet thankfully she hadn't anything to mar the taut and soft flesh of her bosom. While some viewed scars as something hideous, Raveres couldn't but feel a rugged attraction to them. Like Quartermaster Volish and his dueling scars… her father even had handsome scars, earned rightly in battle.
And her brother Malith had scars from campaign, from boxing, and dueling.
All men who had them made her ogle and swoon. Elianna didn't have any scars and she kept herself that way with creams and body oils… Marianna didn't have any that Raveres could recall. But here, seeing the thin old cuts and wounds across Maya's tanned flesh, made the she-elf realise that she liked seeing them on a woman as well.
Having scars of her own she didn't quite enjoy yet, and hadn't made her peace with… But seeing that they were across Maya's flesh and that, rather than diminish her beauty, they had added to an allure, giving a rugged, almost savage, degree of eroticism to her body. Seeing the light coloured, raised tissue made Raveres eye her slave more keenly.
Exhaling the smoke from her lungs Maya stared back at her mistress before grabbing hold of her billowy Arabyan style trousers. Pulling them, and her undergarments, down she kicked off her slippers to become completely naked under the watchful gaze of the Druchii, and reluctant eyes of her fellow slaves.
Her thighs and her muscles tensed as the air danced along her now exposed flesh. A few pale scars also ran along the dark olive skin of her thick thighs.
At the sight Raveres bit the inside of her mouth silently, struggling from rolling her tongue out and licking her lips. Smuttily the Druchii was caught in a loop; imagining how she'd soon be touching her lips to Maya's marks and eagerly adding;
'Maybe I ought to be adding some marks of my own?'
Between the attractive thighs of the southlander was a mass of trimmed, curling black hair which obscured her womanhood from sight. Since the pubis mons and external labia were hidden it had the effect of tantalising Raveres and made her let out a heavy exhale.
Maya had seen the licentiousness with which her mistress looked at her and blinked quietly while breathing calmly. Turning to her side the naked slave retrieved the pipe back from Rhea. The swarthy woman took another long drag of the smoke, sighing with relief and familiarity as she swayed rhythmically; the drugs now making their effects in her body known.
Arathar was still only shirtless and looked at the naked Human uneasily, visibly uncomfortable to be confronted with two nude women in such proximity. Walking with a strange confidence Maya pushed past Rhea to the wine table. Rhea's face was beet-red and she held a hand to her mouth in nervous apprehension at such bare flesh around her.
Raveres watched the retreat of the young woman with a smirk of satisfaction; to her the imperial's advertised virginity and purity had certainly been proven genuine. Filling a goblet herself, Maya brought it to her lips and removed the pipe before she downed the whole glass, panting and coughing before quickly refilling it.
Rhea watched on in frozen surprise, while Arathar blinked and tried not to look at the naked woman's round and smooth backside, and of course… he wasn't looking between her supple cheeks… Nor did he trace his eyes along the edge of her body, before peering between her thighs.
Arathar wouldn't dare be sneaking a look at the warm… enveloping… attractive, entrance to a woman. Especially one belonging to a Human woman…
No, of course he wasn't…
Panting with hidden anxiousness Maya reluctantly turned around and swallowed the mouthful of wine as she strode towards the bath. She could feel their eyes on her, she could feel them gazing at her and dancing along her flesh. But she would not let them get to her…
Taking another long sip, she placed the goblet down on the stone edge of the bath before walking up the step and entering the cool water. Exhaling wearily and immersing herself she sat to Raveres' right side before reaching back and taking up the goblet.
Spitefully she met the Druchii's eye as she drew another mouthful of smoke. Impressed with the slaves' display Raveres slowly moved her eyes away to look at the other two.
"Well?" she asked.
…
Arathar was visibly tense, his breathing anxious and heavy as he finally brought down his trousers. The two women in the bath looked at him intensely as he revealed his lower body, Maya's eyelids seeming a little heavier as the poppy-smoke mixed with the wine in her near-empty belly. Raveres spoke up, interrupting the otherwise awkward silence as she teased,
"Come now Arathy, a male such as you should be more eager to be locked in a room with three naked women."
She chuckled and caressed Maya's cheek with her free hand,
"Even if two are Human and one is a cousin…"
Arathar swallowed heavily as the material of the trousers finally fell away from his body. His body hair was a golden colour but he swiftly moved his hands and shyly covered his manhood before Raveres, or Maya could have gotten a clear look. Maya let out an intoxicated and eager coo of excitement while Raveres matched the feminine call with a playful scold,
"Ah ta ta… If you insist on covering yourself, well… who knows what might happen, or might not?"
Smirking the she-elf looked up, her playful guise barely hiding her genuine contempt and terrifying rage. Her voice and how she had said it was indeed playful and flirtatious. But Arathar knew at once that it was an act, and she was nowhere near as intoxicated as she might otherwise appear.
Though he hadn't much sense before, Arathar immediately began breathing shallower as he realised the veiled threat, which only he had picked up on; Maya hadn't seen the she-elf's face and only heard her words. And he wagered the same was true of the imperial Rhea.
Perhaps by design, only the male elf got to see just how barely contained his Druchii cousin was. Arathar slowly nodded his head quietly as he moved his hands away from his manhood to comply.
Raveres titled her head to the side as she looked his naked body up and down, now completely at ease that she'd gotten 'her way' and that she'd nonverbally explained the situation to him; she was not going to be refused by anyone.
Running her eyes along his flesh, for a brief moment Arathar swore he had seen something in her expression, something perversely surprised. He wanted to furrow his brow, and ask about it, but instead he merely wondered dully, 'what was that for?' The Druchii quickly looked away as she spoke up,
"Right well, get in cousin. Rhea? Wine?"
The imperial opened her eyes as the male Asur began mounting the side and entering the water with a sharp exhale, and her gaze became fixated on his naked back. She opened her mouth and stared, stunned, at such masculine elvish beauty.
As if enchanted she sighed and stared as he moved, her throat drying and mouth opening as she looked at the male. Raveres chuckled and rose from the water, water running down her breasts as she stepped across the floor of the large tub. Arathar froze and stared at the Druchii as she stopped his motion and wrapped her hands around his head.
His breath was coming out rapidly as Raveres closed her eyes and brought her lips towards him in a kiss. He already smelt clean… and despite the rags he was wearing earlier his scent was pleasant, like that of tealeaves and spice.
Rhea let out a meek noise of surprise and Maya widened her eyes, as the two women watched the elves loudly embrace. Splashing water, Raveres forced herself against Arathar and he tried not to fall back out of the wide tub.
"Oh good god above…" Maya let slip loudly, "by the Prophets' balls…"
As if agreeing Rhea quietly swore, "By Heldenhammer…"
The two Humans watched the loud… wet… erotic smocking of bodies and mouths before them. At first unsure of how to react, Rhea covered her mouth with one hand and brought the other to her chest, over her heart. Maya sat with widening eyes and shuffled uncomfortably as she moved her head and tried to get a better angle of the embrace.
Arathar however, was doing all he could from physically falling as he hastily thought,
'By the gods! Sh-she's mad!'
Of course, that, and other similar exclamations were what the reasonable part of his brain tried thinking. But the warm feeling of her lips against his, the soft press of her breasts and skin against him, the feeling of her fingers along his arms, her tight grip holding him in place… It made his tired and stress-filled body shudder in her grasp.
More than her sudden attack, he was more concerned with how welcome the feeling was. The last time he had known a woman's touch, similar to this, was a few months previous, just before he had left Ulthuan. Yet now, in Raveres' hands and with her naked, warm… soft… body pressing against him… He was struggling to understand what he was not to do.
'Could I touch her?' he thought vainly, 'can I? Oh… oh gods…'
She ran her mouth along his, with her eyes shut tightly as her tongue rubbed his. 'She tastes… like… Oh, Great Father Asuryan!' he faltered and pressed against her kiss, no longer passive to it.
Letting out a heavier moan mixed with a chuckle Raveres audibly made notice of and approval of his 'giving' in to her.
'fuck…'
Her hands pulled across his back tightly and he could feel her naked breasts squishing against his pectorals. Her hardening nipples felt perversely arousing as they dragged along him and occasionally brushed his own.
'I… this isn't…' he thought wearily.
As she kissed and rubbed his back the Druchii also seemed to be moving her body from side to side, wetting him and rubbing their skin against one another rhythmically. Maya's breath had become audible as she looked on eagerly, having moved from her seat to get a better vantage from which to watch the active mouths of the two elves. Rhea shook her head and tried looking away, feeling almost dirty from seeing the two… and from hearing it…
Breaking off the kiss for a moment Raveres cooed, it was clearly acting for the whole 'play' of the moment, but it still worked on Arathar as a seductive line.
"Oh Arathy… you taste so…"
She extended her tongue and ran it along his lips before chuckling and kissing a line across his cheek to his ear.
"You taste so good…"
She chuckled and sighed, almost moaning,
"So sweet… like a honey morsel."
Arathar shivered and shook his head. Leaning closer Raveres sighed and moved a hand from his back, exploring his skin farther down.
"I wonder…"
Kissing his cheek and looking down their conjoined form, she cooed,
"Is there enough of you to go around?"
She smirked and kissed him again, digging her fingers into his flesh and tightly mooring herself as she ravenously gave herself into the forceful and loud resumption. When the embrace finally ended Raveres let go of her fellow elf and brought a hand up to wipe away the spittle which she had lovingly drawn from Arathar's more than pliant mouth.
Once free from her grip, the elven slave weakly sat down into the water, heady and his chest awash with elated and primal excitement. Stepping out of the bath Raveres stared at the still motionless Rhea and began walking towards her, holding out her right hand and raising her voice pleasantly as she cooed,
"Come now Rhea…"
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After it all, when evening finally came…
When the four were rubbed nearly raw, with their arms, legs, and tongues sore from use, they were crumpled in a pile with Rhea the first to pass out. She'd escaped Raveres' attention and was closer to the head of the bed, curled against the wall under the pillows hiding herself.
Maya screamed once Arathar entered her, and she rode him until the two were ululating so loud Raveres thought that the city would hear them. But as for Raveres, even after orgasming multiple times. Even after dominating her slaves completely.
She'd moved them into different positions, directed them and put her hands on them to encourage, to torture, or to add to their pleasure. She felt like the hierophant of some perverse Atharti ritual, and mixed with the smoke and drink it felt good, for a time.
She made Arathar degrade himself by copulating with a Human little better than a barbarian. And in turn she made the swarthy and impertinent Human give in and break to Raveres' will, and Arathar's cock…
Rhea was used as well, her hands and her mouth were placed upon Raveres, Maya… and even Arathar, though for her sake she was so intoxicated she was barely lucid.
Climaxes came, and came. They were forced upon each of them, until exhaustion and a strange heavy weariness fell over the Druchii. Then it unceremoniously petered out… Until the only one awake among the forms of naked flesh atop the bed, was Raveres.
At the moment she stared through the half-light at the room's ceiling. Her eyes bloodshot and her mouth curled in a pout she was strangely sober…
Even though she had stated that her worries were to remain out of the chamber, they had followed her. And now, alone, and in the gloom, among the sleeping bodies of those she'd used.
Raveres felt some comfort. But it wasn't what she had hoped for, and something else hung heavily over her. Resolving that she'd worked off her intoxication she needed to return to the embrace of the wine.
Glistening with sweat the she-elf rose from the bed, joints cracking and muscles aching, as she stepped towards the setting table laden with the now empty cask and empty plates.
Reaching for one of the uncorked green bottles of wine she shook her head and steeled herself. Bringing the rim of the bottle to her lips she began downing mouthfuls of the Asur liquor, feeling a shudder run through her body she brought the glass away as she coughed and sputtered.
The sputter rose as she began to feel the weariness of her body take over and she let out an involuntary sob.
Shaking her head, she growled and brought the bottle down towards the table as hard and as spitefully as she could.
Predictably it smashed in her fingers sending glittering speckles of wine out into the half-light like thousands of spilt diamonds. Accompanying the noise and spray of liquid was the sudden burning and itching of the alcohol in the newly formed cuts in her hand.
Blinking and bringing the back of her left hand to her face Raveres wiped away some of the wine from her lips and brow before bringing her right hand closer to her eyes.
Across her palm were several embedded pieces of green Asur glass. Letting out shallow breaths through her teeth she brought her hand to her mouth and slowly drew each of the long shards from her flesh.
They fell to the floor to crash and smash into the darkness. She couldn't care if her slaves heard her. She didn't care about anything right now. She was on a come down. And it was one of the bitterest tastes she'd yet known.
Victory. Not once, not twice, but thrice, and in such quick succession?
Looking over the three sleeping forms atop her bed Raveres stepped towards the edge of the cushioned furniture, staring at her very own sweet meat. Her mind was exhausted, and letting out a heavy breath it all seemed to finally dawn on her.
Closing her eyes and turning around Raveres allowed her body to give out from under her and she fell back. Just before falling unconscious there was a soft rap at the door.
But as she fell, an entertaining half-thought crossed her mind and her soul laughed at it hollowly; 'it could be the Witch King himself… and I wouldn't care less.'
Landing beside Arathar and Maya, the Druchii collapsed in a bleeding and sweating mess.
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