The Eighth God Ch. 04

"Ohhh... Master, you're so good at that." Violet moaned as Falin nibbled her neck. He reached his hand down, running it through her well-trimmed bush, and fingered her already wet pussy.

After a while, Falin moved Violet's head back onto his lap, and resumed the blowjob. Her mouth was truly talented and well trained, and it wasn't long until he flooded her mouth. Violet swallowed every last drop, and smiled radiantly up at her new master.

"Was my mouth to your liking, master?" She rose from her knees and turned to present her rear towards Falin. "Would you like to sample my other holes?" She said, bending down to present herself fully.

Falin slapped her peachy asscheek, making her yelp in delight. "Not tonight. I'm exhausted." He said. "Leave me now, have a servant show you to a spare room."

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Violet

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As soon as Violet heard the door to her room close behind her, her entire demeanor softened. She no longer maintained her perfect posture, and the glassy look from her eyes fell way. She put her ear up against the door, and after making sure there was no one outside listening in, she climbed under the covers of the bed, and popped out one of the topazes which adorned her collar.

She rubbed the gem, and a soft light emanated outward and filled the space underneath the sheets. A soundless voice filled Violet's mind, the voice seemed far away, and Violet had to concentrate to make out what it was saying. She felt as if she was underwater, trying to listen to someone who was speaking to her from above.

"Violet? Can you hear me?" The voice asked.

"Yes, minister Orvon." Violet answered, whispering as softly as she could into the gem.

"Does he suspect?" The minister inquired.

"No, minister. He believes that I'm just a guild-slave. It was close for a second when he was fucking my throat, but I managed to keep myself from gagging."

"You must keep your guard, Violet. He mustn't suspect you're anything but a mindless fuckdoll." Orvon's voice warned. "I don't expect you have any interesting information just yet?"

"No, sir," Violet paused. "Just that he doesn't seem to hold our Kingdom in particularly high esteem." She added, remembering Falin's unsavory remarks about Salka being a "backwater dump".

"Good, as long as he underestimates us, his guard should be lowered." Orvon said. "Let's keep this brief. Report back once you have something interesting."

"Yes sir." Violet whispered, and placed the topaz back on her collar, severing the connection. She laid on the bed, marvelling at what just took place. The magic that was used was still very new, developed by the Mage's Guild, and only people from the guild and the high council knew of it.

She knew the importance of the mission she'd been given. Candra was eight times the size of Salka, and though Salka became very wealthy through its trade of slaves and runestones, Candra was the trade and economic capital of the continent, and was many times richer. The old Candran king had been getting old and stepped down recently. His firstborn had taken over the throne, and rumors described him as a young firebrand hellbent on restoring the glory of the Candran empire of old.

It was no coincidence that Candra sent over a new ambassador. Ambassador Loran was an old man bordering on senile. Clearly, Falin was sent over as a replacement to better keep an eye on things. It was vital for Violet to keep track of Falin's activities, and inform the minister of any changes in attitude the Candrans may have for Salka.

Violet sighed. This assignment was going to be tough. She'd been a spy for Orvon for years, and had taken on the guise of many roles, from noblewoman to prostitute. But pretending to be a guild-slave was the most difficult yet. She rubbed the guild tattoo on her neck idly. Minister Orvon had gone to great lengths to make sure everything looked right, down to the last detail. And Violet herself underwent intense training in order to perfectly imitate the behavior of a guild-slave. She shuddered, recalling the hours and hours she'd spent deepthroating cocks of increasing sizes until she'd stopped gagging, and the painful magical enhancements she had undergone in order to make her the perfect sexual specimen. She closed her eyes and slept, and tried not to think about all the tasks she'd have to perform in the coming days.

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Avery

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Avery woke up to the sound of a woman's sharp shriek. He rushed out of his room, still groggy, wondering what was going on. He saw one of his maids running down the hall, who stopped when she saw him and said breathlessly. "Y-your grace. The barbarians... they're um... at it again."

Avery chuckled, shaking his head in slight disbelief. Gods, they have stamina. "It's alright, just leave them alone. They've been through much." He said to the maid.

"Yes, as you say, your grace." The maid curtsied, and shuffled away.

"Oh, let Emma know I need to speak with her!" Avery yelled at the disappearing maid, who turned and curtsied once more.

Avery returned back to his bed and thought about the events of the previous night. It was the first time that he'd been involved in a threesome with a woman and another man, and he found the experience rather exciting. The memory of Mursa sucking his cock with wanton vigor as she was pounded from behind brought a tingle to his groin, and soon he was hard again. He stroked himself, his mind still filled with the warmth of Mursa's hot mouth and cunt.

While Avery masturbated, Emma entered his bedroom. "Oh my," She chuckled at the sight. "Is this what you needed me for?"

"Uh... No, but while you're here..." Avery said.

Emma smiled and sat on the edge of the bed, taking Avery's cock in her hand. Her hand was coarse, the hand of a woman who worked for a living. After a few strokes, Emma swept her hair behind her ears and bent to take the young prince into her warm mouth.

"Oh Emma..." Avery moaned. "You're too good to me."

Emma looked up with a twinkle in her eye, but didn't take her mouth off the prince's cock.

"I asked you here to talk about Mursa and Garo. I want to give them their freedom as soon as possible, and need you to draw up the papers required." Avery said while enjoying the loving ministrations of Emma. She was incredible as always, and though he'd enjoyed the pleasure of her mouth many times, he never tired of it.

Emma lifted her head, and said with a slight frown. "Avery, I think you should consider this matter with more care. If you were to free the couple, they would only be enslaved again, and perhaps this time by the guild."

Avery frowned. "Even if they knew it was I who gave the couple their freedom?"

"It would not matter," Emma said, stroking Avery's cock all the while. "The guild would snatch them up and they'd disappear behind the iron gates, never to be seen again. You'd never find proof."

Avery sighed, knowing that she spoke true. The guild was simply too powerful, and even the royal family was not allowed beyond the threshold of its gates. "Can't we send them home?" He asked.

"They'd have to cross more than half the continent. They wouldn't even make it past the Salka-Candra border before they were caught and enslaved again." Emma said, raising an eyebrow. "They don't exactly fit in, you know."

Avery's frown deepened. "Well, I'll talk to them. I still fully intend to free them from bondage, but I'll leave the decision up to them."

Emma smiled. "I know you're only trying to be good, my darling prince." She said gently. "But this world is a harsh place for slaves, freed or otherwise." She lowered her head again after speaking, and continued her blowjob.

It wasn't long before Avery burst with a groan. Emma knew all his weak points and was quite practiced at getting rid of his morning wood. She swallowed every drop. "Mustn't dirty the sheets." She said with a wink. "I just washed them."

Avery dressed himself with Emma's help, and went to visit the barbarian couple, slightly nervous. He didn't know what the couple's reaction would be, after learning of their very limited options. He found the couple sitting cross-legged on the floor, still nude, and talking to each other in their native tongue.

"Good morning, city-prince." Mursa greeted him as he entered the room, and Garo grunted a greeting along with her.

Avery nodded, exchanged some pleasantries with the two, and proceeded to explain to them what he'd discussed with Emma. Mursa took in every word, and translated for her husband. The two had a long and animated conversation in their native tongue, as Avery waited patiently.

Finally, Mursa spoke. "We stay."

Avery raised his eyebrows, surprised. "You would-"

"We stay, but not slaves." Mursa interrupted.

Avery nodded. "I can hire you as bodyguards, if you'd like."

Mursa exchanged a few words with her husband, and nodded. Garo rose, towering over the two of them, and said a few sentences in the guttural tongue of his language, and let out a throaty chuckle.

"He say you look like boy, but fuck like man." Mursa smiled. "It will be fun to work for you." She said with a seductive expression, and fondled Avery's crotch with one hand.

Avery let out a small moan of pleasure, and glanced at Garo before leaning in to kiss Mursa deeply. They kissed for a few seconds with their tongues entwined, before Mursa pulled back with a serious expression on her face. "One last condition." She said.

Avery cocked his head curiously. "What is it?"

"We are people of plains." Mursa said. "We must have horses."

"You'll have them."

Mursa smiled in delight, and took the hands of both men. "Wonderful. We celebrate." She laughed mischievously. "Let's try this 'bed' you city-folk speak of." She said as she led them, her hips sashaying seductively, to the master bedroom.