Menorcress in Heat Ch. 02

[Second story - taking place several weeks after the last part.]

Ilraes' hummed a soft tune as she sat upon the throne inside the main chamber of the Duskryn compound. It was rare she had these alone, isolated moments, away from the bustle and noise of the city. There wasn't a sound echoing off the walls of the chamber; Ilraes' was quite at peace, her usual up-stuck and stern mood tamed for now. But only when a smile curved her lips did she hear movements coming from the compound entrance - sighing raggedly, she lazily directed her gaze forward and listened to the noises. Rattling and clanking and clinking. Armor? Chains? Was another slave being brought to her?

Her assumptions were corrected as a trio of three men, two clad in golden-plate armor (signifying they are guards of Duskryn) and a rather muscular and bulky man, with moderate height donning nothing but a slave's loincloth. Ilraes' was burdened as she contemplated if the ragged looking Drow-slave was good looking or filthy as a rat. She grumbled and shrugged off her confliction and addressed her guards, "What have you brought me, another slave?" She said in a stern tone, glaring the pair of armored males intensely, "Of course, Mistress - this one's a criminal, and when he was caught it was assumed by the Head Guard that he would be a proper servant for you and you alone, of course."

They bowed their head, and Ilraes' directed her sanguine-colored eyes back toward the slave after brushing a strand of silky white hair from her face, "Very well. You may both take your leave."

The guard tromped and clanked as they wandered back toward the entrance of the chamber and walked out, back toward their posts, leaving only but the slave and Ilraes' alone in the chamber. A dull silence suddenly took over, nothing uttered from the mouth of the slave nor Ilraes' as she studied over the fine, but dirtied, male's built form.

Haeyrn simply stared at the ground, his own white hair, as dirtied and greyed with dirt as his body, cascaded over his face to hide his facial features; while he was on the run after committing several murders in the lower-slums of Menorcress in effort to gain better funds, his once-dapper appearance turned rugged and drab - his dark grey skin, now paled with several scars across his arms, legs and chest; one noticeable scar crossing his right eye, dulling the bright purple hue of his right eye, leaving the other to stay as same as it's been, sight normal and functional and purple-colored hue the same tone, no darker nor lighter.

He shifted uncomfortably in place. Thick rope bound his hands and his feet hurt from so much traversing across the expansive cavern-city without proper shoes or boots as he always wore. Pain twitched subtly through-out his body in after-effect of the bruises and beatings the pair of guards gave him when they found him sneaking about the slums. Ilraes' finally broke the awkward silence, tone as stern as always, "You're going to follow everything I say, do you understand me, slave? You will scrub every corner of this compound if I command you to do so, you will cook any meal I wish for, you will dispose of anyone who truly displeases me - this is a fate better than death and jail time. You're lucky I'm taking you in."

While the male stayed silent, Ilraes' smirked crookedly, "I assume there's several other I would command that would appeal to you, but not when you're filthy, covered in dirt.." She shifted and wriggled in her seat, then stood, "You will clean yourself in the bath and then visit me in my.. private quarters," She purred softly, her tone abruptly calm and tame as she scanned over Haeyrn's toned body once more before stepping away from her throne and ascending the stairs to her room, calling out, "Don't be late, or you will be punished!"

Haeyrn narrowed his eyes and lifted his head. What did she want with him in her room? He couldn't do any work there..

He frowned, completely oblivious of what the Mistress may desire, shrugging his shoulders and silently meandering toward the hall which had steam float from it; this may be the bath. Haeyrn hurriedly hobbled into the bath, and after disposing himself of the filthy loincloth and freeing his hands of the rope, bathed and relaxed for a small amount of time before climbing out of the heated pool of clear, fresh water and re-donning the same loincloth, deeming it comfortable to an extent opposed to noble silks.

He ascended the stairs and made his way up to Ilraes' private room, and slowly opened the door, peeking inside; he spotted her almost instantly, eyes widening as he saw a generally noticeably less amount of clothing she wore. Haeyrn sighed and anxiously stepped into the room, murmuring, "I am present, Mistress."

Ilraes' smiled slightly and turned around, a small shiver running up her spine as she admired Haeyrn's muscled, toned body, en-bettered by the bath he took. She churred under her breath and took careful steps toward him, "You know I said you would do anything I asked of you, yes, slave?" She lowered her voice, eyes peering into his, "Eh-ehh.. yes.. you did." Haeyrn responded slowly, leaning back slightly as Ilraes' approached; the situation was getting suggestive. She wouldn't possibly want anything to do with him in terms of pleasure.. would she?

He was wrong. Ilraes' lifted her hand and stroked Haeyrn's bare chest, idly licking her lips, "Then you will sate me. The stress of being a House Mistress is overwhelming. The comfort of lust soothes my soul.. does it not do the same to you, my toy~?" Her small smile turned into a grin, stepping forward and pressing against Haeyrn's chest, causing his spine to press against the wall which was right behind him, "Ahhmm.. y-you wish for a simple slum-prowler to sate you? I.. aahhh-ahh.." He exhaled sharply, feeling Ilraes' bare thigh grind up against his loins; a soft, silky feel that caused a sudden excitement to well up within him, and in turn his flaccid member began to harden, "Mmhh, good boy.." Ilraes' whispered, halting her teasing and reaching down to tug off Haeyrn's loincloth, eyes widening at the male's erection; his girth was thick and the sight of it made her shudder, her already heated mood rising with lust as she imagined what to do with him.

"You will.." She rubbed her chin, the sly grin still present, "You will take my rear, slave.. it's good for rough encounters and will relieve me of my.. stress.." Ilraes' purred softly, and reached down and gripped Haeyrn's hardened manhood, causing his breathing to speed up. She stroked him slowly for several moments before stepping back suddenly, and discarded her clothing; her plump, large breasts with hardened nipples being fondled under his view, her loins slick with excitement despite wishing for a rougher encounter within her rear. Ilraes' licked her lips again and bended down, grasping a small bottle of lubing oil and pouring some into her palm, then settled it away before she slowly approached Haeyrn.

Ilraes' stroked his manhood with the slick, wet and warm oil, and whispered to him, "Mmh.. take me, my toy. I cannot bear this any-longer, this burdening lust.."

Haeyrn closed his eyes tightly, excitement high from the warm, wet touches. Eager to fulfill his task, he suddenly gripped Ilraes' waist and twisted her around, pressing her back against the wall. She panted loudly and whined as one of her slender legs were lifted to reveal her wet womanhood and her tight, hidden crack of her rear.

Without warning, he pressed the tip of his erection against her second, tight hole and slowly slide into it with ease, a hot tightness enveloping his entire shaft as he sank Ilraes' upon it. A loud moan escaped her lips as he began to slide his manhood in and out of her tight rear, the rough thrusts causing surges of both pain and pleasure to well up inside her body as her hole was stretching out tightly to accommodate his thick girth. Slick smacks and moans filled the room, her breasts bouncing each time she was filled with the rock-hard member; her juices trickling from her loins and running down her leg as she endured the hard pounding. Ilraes' closed her eyes tightly, hips rolling along with the thrusts in hopes of more pleasure as she felt her heat grow. After groaning out loudly and sweetly as she felt a hard orgasm near, she gasped in surprise as her other leg was lifted up and she was suspended against the wall.

Haeyrn pounded into her quickly, roughly and hard; the filthy sexual act making the Mistress shudder as her rear as abused with Haeyrn's thick phallus. Ilraes' moans and whines began to rise, more lucid and intense by the second. She desperately writhed up and down in a futile attempt to slide the slave's thick erection deeper, and as she felt his tip pound into her deepest points and cried out, an overwhelming feeling washing through her frame as she began to have an orgasm, "Aahh-ahh, I'm c-cumming!"

Her warm, slick juices dribbled and gushed from her constricting, tight womanhood, pooling upon the floor. Her moans continued as Haeyrn did not cease his rampart thrusts, and shuddered each time his meat was plunged into her; crying out again in ecstasy as she felt a shot of heat into her rear - Haeyrn groaned as he emptied himself into her, thick white seed filling her up. He pulled out his still-hard member from her rear and lowered his gaze, watching his seed drip and spill from her tight anal cavity in a brief overflow, unable to properly hold his love juices.

"So much.." Ilraes' mumbled and reached down towards her loins, sinking her middle finger into the sore crack of her rear and mixing the heated seed within, "Mmh.. warm.."

She had a few moments of peace until she was suddenly hauled onto the large, soft bed in the room, laying on her back as Haeyrn held himself above her. Ilraes' eyes widened, "Get off of me, toy - you've sated my- aah-ahh!" She groaned out as her legs were spread, her still damp womanhood vulnerable, "You need more.. you've not been entirely sated, my naive Mistress~" Haeyrn purred perversely as he reached down and began to stroke his fingers across her nether-lips, feeling Ilraes' heat up once again as his touches aroused her. Despite her repeated heat, she wriggled beneath Haeyrn and whined, "I did not permit you to enter my passage, slave. I cannot bear the s-see- mmrrhh!" She moaned softly, feeling a sudden entrance of two fingers into her tight cunt, "Mmmhhh, n-no.. ffhhh.."

Her breathing sped up as Haeyrn slid his fingers in and out of Ilraes', causing some of her hot juices to dribble out and run down her loins, dripping onto the bed. She eventually submitted to his lust-summoning touches and spread her legs wider, reaching down to grip Haeyrn's solid meat, beginning to stroke it at a quick pace; the lubrication she applied to it earlier still present and allowing her ease while rubbing his manhood.

This simple, but intense fore-play went on for several minutes, allowing Ilraes' to finally relax and garner pleasure from the hard, prodding fingering that Haeyrn was giving to her - unexpectant of the sudden shift he made, pulling out his fingers and keeping her legs spread, Haeyrn pressed the tip of his erection against Ilraes' eager lips and held the position in a matter of seconds, making Ilraes' struggle slightly again, "No! I cannot bear you!" She groaned out both in irritation and in her lust, each time she struggled, she felt Haeyrn's stiff head press against her lips and unwillingly pleasure her. Impatient with her writhing, Haeyrn slowly slid his hard cock into Ilraes' tight tunnel, the sudden warmth, dampness and constriction around his length making him groan under his breath. Beneath him, Ilraes' panted out loudly in expression of the burst of pleasure within her loins, slowly rolling her hips to stir the hard rod inside her. She then wrapped her legs around Haeyrn's waist, and whispered her pleas to her, "Please, pound into me - make me sore, my toy. Fill me with your meat.."

With his excitement at an all time high, Haeyrn began to slide in and out of Ilraes', more soft whimpers and moans spilling from her lips, begging for more of his member. The speed of his intense thrusts increased, his girth, stretching her tunnel wide and causing more of her juices to dribble forth and out of her passage. They both moaned loudly, clinging together as they endured the hard, wet copulation - Ilraes', unable to handle the intense pleasure, cried out hysterically as the pounding became harder and faster each second, thighs trembling as she started to cum again, "F-Fill me with your seed, slave!"

Her hot juices squirted and poured out her ravaged cunt in several brief intervals despite being so filled with Haeyrn's erection, spilling onto the sheets and staining them; at the same time, she felt another loin-numbing shot of heat into her as Haeyrn's sticky pearlescent load was released into her. They both panted loudly, resting after the long and extended session of bodily intimacy. He slowly pulled his quickly-flaccid meat out of her and watched the built-up feminine juices that mixed with the large load of his seed spill from her. Haeyrtn grinned, now content as he filled both of her tight tunnels with his seed, assuming he's claimed both her ass and her loins for now. Ilraes', however, has fallen into an orgasm-induced sleep, exhausted from the hot perverse act, legs still spread moderately and cum still dribbling from both her rear and nether lips. Haeyrn laid beside her, and also fell into a deep slumber soon after closing his eyes.

[Pardon any spelling or grammatical mistakes.]