Sufferance Ch. 01

Or so I'd been told. I hadn't yet experienced it firsthand; I hadn't earned the right.

I had been on the receiving end, though, over and over again and in every orifice, until I knew not to try to take back control only because I wasn't the one wearing the tool. It had been a sound lesson repeated with each thrust: the donning of a cock did not make a whit of difference to one's power and rank within the Red Sisters. Never make that assumption or mistake.

I could feel my own lubricant now, cooling on my thighs as I repositioned my head to look back through the slit, as Jaunda serviced herself and me. Kerse was thrusting harder down Curgia's throat and she was gagging more often than not; she began striking his thighs with increasing urgency, trying to get him off.

I thought I heard something, the barest whisper. I couldn't tell what was said, but then Kerse lifted his head to look at his mother and withdrew smoothly from the Noble's mouth as she coughed and sputtered, tears staining her cheeks. He moved to the side and Wilsirathon moved closer as Curgia looked up at her, her own spittle glistening on her chin.

"That is enough, then?" she gasped hopefully. "I promise to uphold—"

Her eyes bugged out as the Draegloth move behind and quickly mount her. Her legs were still together but his member was slick enough from her own mouth to drive straight into her sex whether she was open or not, and Curgia screamed in outrage. Jaunda started fucking me harder against the wall as she groaned with the sound.

"Stop him!" the Noble pleaded. "Please, I can't—"

"I will have that guarantee," the Priestess said.

"W-what? Yes, of course! I promised I will let my older sister conceive of the Consort first!"

"Of course you will. You will have no choice."

When there were no further explanation, Curgia tried to scramble away, kicking at Kerse and thus widening her legs, giving the Draegloth opportunity to strengthen his purchase on the struggling merchant and to thrust in deeper.

"Oh, Priestess, I can't...don't do this to me—"

I gritted my teeth as my Sister rammed into me harder than Kerse was into Curgia, but I still felt a sneer pull at my lips. Curgia was starting to sob. Next she'd be pleading and bargaining. If I had still been at Court, then I'd be winning my bet right now. I had been part of the pot when she first arrived, saying that she wasn't going to last long before overreaching her bounds.

Jaunda reached around to brush my clit a few times as I watched the Draegloth open his mouth, showing sharp teeth as he snarled. His thighs and buttocks flexed as he stopped thrusting but pressed in hard, his claws pressing into her flesh without breaking it. I hit my peak as I imagined his seed spraying deep into her fertile core. Curgia wailed.

*Oh, Lolth, yes...*

That had been one difference from when I'd coupled with Kerse—one of many differences. Kerse had pulled out and sprayed my skin instead; his instructions had been to take me but not to take undue risk impregnating me. It wouldn't have made any difference if he had spewed inside; at the time, I'd been barren.

It had been telling that the Red Sisters hadn't known that. They hadn't known everything about me, they only knew enough.

"No...." Curgia moaned, swallowing another sob before looking to the mother of the monster who was just pulling out of her. "Why...?"

Wilsirathon just smiled. "He is half-Drow, Noble, conceived through ritual, part of me. He is my own. You would not think this a more holy gift than a pretty toy's spending?"

The young Drow shuddered in disgust, shaking her head, her shorter hair hiding part of her face. "I wanted—"

"I know what you wanted."

The Priestess nodded at the Draegloth, and he began to rub himself stiff again. He looked hungry enough that I didn't think it a problem to go for a second breeding, just to be sure.

"You will have to earn what you want, merchant."

I counted another three tears escaping before she replied. "Please...if there's anything I can do that will...if you will help me end it...if I should catch..."

Pleading and bargaining. I won the bet. Too bad I couldn't collect.

Jaunda bit my neck as Kerse shuffled up to mount her again. Curgia glanced back, gasped in horror and tried to move forward but the Priestess was in the way and the Draegloth soon had firm hold of her hips. I saw Wilsirathon caress herself from breast to mound in one smooth gesture through her robe before petting Kerse's mane. He was seated in Curgia again by then and moved as enthusiastically as when he'd finally been allowed to plunder my own pussy a few months ago.

Jaunda groaned and cursed, thrusting hard enough to bruise me on the inside as she climaxed, getting off on the Draegloth breeding the Noble a second time. I remained impaled and full as she came down from her high.

"She'll definitely conceive, don't you think, Thall?" My trainer had caught her breath quickly. Her lips were pressed to my ear. "Wilsirathon has her in her pocket."

I nodded, breathing deeply myself as I felt Jaunda pull her girth out of me. She wiped us both down with a pouch cloth, laced up her pants and had begun to pull up mine—all the while my hands still firm on the wall—by the time Kerse roared again, ultimately leaving Curgia's snatch as soggy as I'd wished.

We stayed a bit longer to see if there were any further discussion, but Wilsirathon made no such offer and Curgia could barely pick herself up off the floor as she wiped the tears from her cheeks. Her dress and hair were mussed but overall she didn't look too different from when she'd walked in—just like she'd been in a small room for a long time and was frazzled. The Priestess insisted that they leave. Curgia's back straightened when the door opened and the Noble tried her best to pretend that her puffy eyes wouldn't give her away.

Jaunda had stepped away from the spy slit then and I had just lifted my hand from one Glyph as Kerse moved to follow the two females out. I froze when the Draegloth slowed for a moment and looked behind him, directly at the wall which contained the slit, though I knew it was camouflaged with magic.

He smiled. Almost as if his blank, yellow eyes were looking right at me.

Then he left, the door closing behind him.

I stayed still for an extra few moments, feeling my heart delay its return to normal as I considered the possibility that Kerse had sensed us somehow. He couldn't have heard us; I hadn't said the release word yet and I was firmly connected to the Glyphs. Had he just been looking back into the room with sadistic fondness, being allowed to fuck and likely impregnate a Noble kneeling on the floor? I couldn't know for sure...unless I saw him face-to-face again.

Most Red Sisters had teased me at one point or another about my first challenge against the Draegloth, about him giving up his name to me. All of them had so much as said that it would be a bad idea to be purposefully in the same room with Kerse and his mother. Now I had seen one reason why.

Should I tell Jaunda about the glance, or should I keep another secret? What would she even do about it? Probably just tease me more about my paranoia, and tell the other Sisters.

Jaunda tapped my shoulder and signed, *What are you waiting for?*

I hurried to finish donning my belt. *Nothing,* I signed back. *Good show.*