4 comments/ 29249 views/ 6 favorites Rhymis and Hannah Ch. 01 By: kate_oriley2 Chapter 01: The Beginning **This is my first story in what I hope is many more to come. Rhymis and Hannah have a long history together which until now, remained between just the two of them. I dedicate every line of these stories to Rhymis. His character, like Hannah was born of years of online role playing together and while Hannah is entirely my creation, Rhymis belongs to another who has graciously allowed me to tell their story together. I hope you find at least a small amount of the pleasure in the story that we have had in creating it. Comments are more than welcome!** * The man watched as the slave girl knelt at his feet. Her hair was long, nearly to her ankles and tied back in a tight ponytail at the top of her head. She was dressed in the manner of her station, gold restraints were attached to her ankles and wrists, on her they might as been jewelry. The highly polished metal gleaming brightly against her tanned skin. She wears a simple loin cloth strapped at her waist. Her blouse for lack of a better term is no more than straps of silk braided and criss-crossed over her ample breasts. She is young, one of the newer girls, her skin unmarked by scars or age. As she kneels, he catches a glimpse of her eyes, twin sapphires that reflect the bright desert sunlight. "How may I serve you, M'Lord?" She asks, her head bowed to him, her gaze obediently falling at his feet. Rhymis Kejn tilts his head slightly, the girls beauty taking him aback for a moment. Most of the women here never approach a man unless summoned, serving reluctantly in their duties to please the men of the city. This girl not only approaches but even offers her service to him and in a sense her body to him willingly. "What is your name, girl?" His eyes look to her neck, checking for the collar that would mark her as an owned slave and off limits to any other man in the city. "I am called Hannah, M'Lord." Her voice is confident, not at all shy as though she is completely at home in the hostile surroundings. "Hannah, that is a beautiful name for a beautiful girl." He nods his head feeling the name does in fact suit her well. "Tell me, Hannah, do you wear another man's collar?" She shakes her head, making her long crimson locks sway down her back. The effect mesmerizes Rhymis for a moment causing him to almost miss her reply. "No, M'Lord. I am not owned. I am free to serve any man that requires my services." "Free to serve. Isn't that a bit of a contradiction, my Dear?" At hearing her deny a Master. He reaches out and gently strokes her bowed head. His fingers slip down and caress her smooth, soft cheek. She notices how much softer his hands are than most of the men in the city that is constantly at war. His touch so much softer and gentle than the brutish men that have claimed her for a night and left her to tend to whatever wounds and injuries she endured at their hands. The contrast in his touch makes her shiver in a way that cannot be mistaken for being cold. The latter nearly impossible considering the temperature in the town center must be nearly 100 degrees. "Perhaps in a way, M'Lord. But true none the less." He takes a closer look at the magnificent feminine specimen before him. His eyes wander hungrily over the well defined curves of her body. Her arms are stronger than most of the women in the city, nearly that of a warrior. She is tall too, nearly as tall as he is he judges, having watched her walk across the square to him. She is not willowy or emaciated like some of the Elven and human slaves he has seen. She seems to have been properly cared for. "Are you a prisoner? A captive of the war, perhaps?" He asks her. The war having provided many of the females that now serve as slaves to the city. She shakes her head slowly. "No, M'Lord. I was born here. Many generations of the women in my family have served here." He notices almost a note of pride in her voice at the statement. He smiles softly at her and shifts in his seat. "Well, I could use a bath to get out of this heat, Hannah. Perhaps you would accompany me to the bathhouse?" Rhymis pats her head gently and withdraws his hand, letting it rest on this crisply pressed slacks. She nods her head. "Of course, M'Lord. It would be an honor to serve you." She sits up a bit straighter and rocks back on her feet. She stands before him, her head still bowed politely. She steps back giving him room to rise. He does rise, surprised a bit at his own eagerness. He pauses and straightens his shirt, brushing out an creases from sitting. He takes the bag that was resting next to him and slides the strap over his shoulder. "Come then, Hannah." He takes another look at her as moves past her and leads her to the bathhouse across town. She falls into a respectable distance of two feet behind him, her pace matching his. Rhymis descends the stairs and pushes open the door into the darkened, cool bathhouse. One of the few places in the city that remains outside of the grip of the oppressive heat. He holds the door open for her and she reluctantly passes into the large foyer ahead of him. "Thank you, Sir." She bows to him as he joins her in the darkened door, her eyes slowly adjusting to the change in lighting. The sounds of laughter and screams can be heard coming from the already occupied rooms off of the main chamber. A pale Elven man approaches them. He bows to Rhymis, ignoring Hannah as he greets him. Master Kejn, will you be requiring a bath, M'Lord?" He asks, a clip board and a ring of keys clutched in one of his hands. "Yes, I believe we will. The heat is just awful out there today, Shavani." Rhymis reaches into his pocket and hands the man a coin. The man nods his head, examines the clipboard and takes a key from the ring. He hands it to Rhymis. "Third door on the right. It should be sufficiently away from our more...vocal guests. Though, you can never tell for sure. Master Saviant brought in one of the captives earlier to have a bit of fun with. I think he fancies breaking her to own her himself." He steps back and extends his arm toward the hall where their room awaits. "Come along, Hannah." Rhymis smiles to her as they leave the elf behind. Coming to the door of their room, he slips the key into the lock and again holds the door open for her to pass before him. Hannah walks into the room before him and waits just inside the door. Rhymis closes and locks the door behind him and gives a weary sigh as he slips the key into his pocket. She moves over to a cabinet and opens it. Inside are neatly folded towels, bottles of soaps, lotions of various scents, sexual toys of various uses and sizes. Rhymis watches her for a moment and then looks around the room. The floor is made of matched granite stone, laid neatly around a deep tub of clear, warm water heated by the natural springs below the city. Across the room carpets are laid out in front of a roaring fire. The fire gives off little heat, there more for the visual effect than keeping them warm. The mage fire burns constantly, never needing fuel or tending, trapped within the magical barrier around the fireplace. From the ceiling chains dangle down off to the corners of the room and shackles have been bolted to the stone floor for the use of restraining slaves and prisoners at their permanent or temporary Masters whim. By now, Hannah has gathered up the items needed for his bathing and is bent over before him, laying the items out along the edge of the tub so they are within her reach while she bathes him. He watches the short, narrow strip of fabric the lays across her firm ass rise, barely covering her. "If she were to just bend over a little more..." he thinks to himself, licking his lips as he watches her rise, her long hair doing more to conceal her back side from him than her loin cloth. She smiles and turns back to him, noticing the way he is looking at her. Rhymis blushes slightly, knowing the beautiful woman has caught him. "May I undress you, M'Lord?" She asks softly as she walks back within arms length of him. "What? Oh, yes, of course. Yes, you should do that..." he replies a bit flustered as she approaches. She moves gracefully to him, her eyes still averting his as a woman is not allowed to look into a mans eyes without his permission. She reaches out and touches his chest, her hands sliding over the raw silk slowly making their way to the buttons that run down the front of his shirt. Her body brushes against him as she moves closer. One by one she unfastens the buttons with a practiced air and she slowly opens his shirt. Her fingers brush against his exposed skin as she draws the fabric down over his broad shoulders. His chest is hard, muscular though he is more slender than the barbaric fighters that inhabit the city. Noting his neatness, she steps back, carefully folding his shirt. She sets it neatly on the stone bench next to them. Turning back to him, she presses her lips to his bare collarbone, laying soft kisses on his warm skin as her hands move to the belt at his waist. The touch of her lips on his skin makes him moan softly, his breaths becoming harder. His arms wrap around her shoulders, his fingers moving to the long, crimson locks of hair. He fumbles with the clasp in her hair, tugging on her hair a bit as he tries to unfasten it. She smiles against his skin. Her fingers leaving his belt long enough to reach up to help him release it. Her thick hair tumbles from the open clasp and falls loose down her back. He groans in pleasure as he buries his hands into her loose hair. Her fingers return to his belt. He feels his slacks loosen around his waist. Her fingers brushing against the hard bulge already forming in his pants as she unbuttons the front of his pants and slides them down his legs. She slips from his arms as she kneels and helps him step from his pants, removing his shoes and socks at the same time. She again folds them all neatly and sets them on the bench with his shirt. Rhymis' hands reach down for her. He pulls her back up again him. "Take off your clothes, Hannah." He commands her, tilting her chin up to him, forcing her to look into his eyes. She can see his desire burring in his dark eyes. She nods her head and reaches behind her neck. She unfastens her top and slides it off. Her large breasts freed from their restraints press against his chest. Her breasts are warm and soft against him. She unties the loin cloth and lets both flutter to the floor at their feet. "Shall I bathe you now, M'Lord?" She can feel his hard, throbbing manhood pressing against her flat stomach. Her hands slide around him, caressing his back gently. He is strikingly handsome. His chin strong, his eyes a soft brown, a light tan covering his features. His hands caressing the curves of her body, sliding slowly down her sides to her hips. "Yes...that would be nice, Hannah." He starts to move slowly with her into the water, down the graded entrance to the tub. Her body moving against his, each step making him want to touch her more. They sink together into the water. He sits down, chest deep, pulling her with him. She kneels, straddling him. Her eyes gaze into his as her wet body moves. The wide head of his cock pushing up against her sex making her gasp slightly at the size of him. He pulls her closer* "You should start that bath now if you are going to give it to me..." he whispers huskily to her. His mouth moving to her long neck, tasting her skin for the first time. His hands playing happily in her long hair. She nods and reaches around him for a bottle of lemon grass shampoo. She uncorks it and starts to run her wet fingers gently through his hair. A soft moan escapes her lips nearly against his ear. The sound like music to him, he answers her with a moan of his own. His hands caressing her strong thighs beneath the water. Her fingers slowly work the shampoo into his hair, surrounding them in the fresh scent of the lemon grass. "M'Lord, I assume you will be wanting me for other services today?" She asks softly as she enjoys the gentle feel of his hands on her skin. "Yes, Hannah. And please, call me Rhymis when we are alone." He moves his lips down her neck, making her sit up higher, his hips grinding up against her, though he doesn't try to enter her yet. His mouth nipping at her silky, wet skin. His hands cup her heavy breasts with a groan of desire. "Gods, you are beautiful. How have you managed to avoid someone placing a collar upon you?" "No one has asked. It seems that the captives get most of the attention now a days, M...Rhymis." She blushes as she says his name. Her loose hair floats on the water around them. She rinses out his hair with a pitcher, her hand gently supporting his neck as she bids him to lay back in the water. She sets down the pitcher and continues her work. Her hand grasps a sponge from the ledge and she lathers it in think lavender soap. She carefully washes his face with her soapy fingers and wipes it off with a cloth to keep the soap from his eyes. He feels her sex slide against his, rubbing low against his thick shaft as she works. His hands reach around her and grasp her ass cheeks firmly, pulling her harder against him, making her clit rub against his textured shaft. "Can you stand for me, please, Rhymis?" She asks softly, hesitantly. Slaves do not ever give orders to anyone. Much less a Lord or Master they are serving. He smiles and rises to his feet, pulling her along with him. Out of the water, she lathers his chest. Her own becoming soapy with his, making her heavy breasts rub slickly against his chest. Her hands reach between them and she grasps his hard cock in her hand. She strokes him as she soaps up the shaft slowly, drawing a string of moans from him. He cups her soapy breasts with his hands and squeezes them softly, testing the weight of them in his hands. "Damn, woman. You are perfect." He nuzzles his face into her neck. "Rinse us off, I want you now." "As you wish, Rhymis." She uses the pitcher to rinse them off. His hands still caressing her breasts. Her nipples hard beneath his palms now. He releases them and pulls her close to him. His mouth covering hers as he kisses her hungrily. She responds to him in kind. Pressing her lips willingly to his. Her body following, crushing her breasts against his chest. He guides her deeper into the pool. The warm water rising up to their chests as he pulls her against him. His hands slide down her back, over the curve of her ass, down the back of her thighs. His fingers sink into the tender flesh as he lifts her up and wraps her legs around him. His cock pushes against the open lips of her hot sex. Her arms wrap around him as he pulls her up against him. Her long, wet hair clinging to her body. His hand moves up her back and into her hair. He pulls her head back, breaking the kiss, he thrusts his cock into her, wanting to hear her moan as he enters her. Hannah cries out lustfully as he stretches open her tight entrance. Her walls tremble around his cock, clinging to him as he pushes deeper into her. He can see her pulse pounding in her neck as he holds her head tilted back. Their weightlessness in the water lets him drive himself into her almost effortlessly. His grip on her hair tightens and he lowers his mouth to her exposed neck. His teeth scrap her throat as he kisses and nips at her neck hungrily, a low moan of pleasure rumbles in his chest. Hannah's thighs grip his waist. Her thrusts meeting his, driving the wide head of his cock against her cervix. She moans deeply, her body trembling against his. Her walls remain tight around him, stroking his cock inside her as it moves between the silken walls. The sounds of her moans and cries only spur Rhymis on, his cock thrusting into her faster, harder, his wide head pounding against her cervix, trying desperately to seek entrance into this enchanting creature's womb. The need to hold her, feel her, possess her grows within him. He holds her tighter, closer. His mouth feasting on her throat. His fingers dig into her shoulders, pulling her down into the hard, rough thrusts. "Gods," she whimpers. Her body trembles with pleasure as he forces her down on him. Her arms tighten around him, her fingers buried in his short black hair. Her breasts heaving with her labored breaths. She tilts her head back down and kisses him hard on the mouth. Her lips soft on his, her tongue stroking his. His hand slides down from her shoulder. His fingers grab her hip, his fingers digging roughly into her skin. He turns her, pushing her up against the wall of the pool. Her feet press against his ass, pulling him into her. The smooth stone wall presses against her back, holding her firmly against him as he ravages her body. Her cries grow louder, muffled against his lips. His moans echo her passion and lust. His eyes ablaze with his need for her. His cock twitches within her tight, hot walls. His body pressing hard against her. Her walls tighten around his cock, her body tensing against the wall and him. Her strong arms hold him tightly against her as her body starts to shake. She breaks the kiss and tilts her head back, screaming out his name as she cums. A gush of hot fluid flows over his cock, warmer than the water surrounding him. He growls against her neck as her walls contract around his cock, squeezing him rhythmically, milking his cock into her. The sensation of her climax overwhelms his senses and his cock jerks as though trying to escape her tight walls. His hips slam into her and his own hot cum floods the tight, convulsing chamber, filling her to overflowing with his seed. The two lovers cling to each other, unable to speak for several long moments. Hannah is the first to slowly recover. She tilts her head back down slowly, panting, trying to catch her breath. She nuzzles his neck affectionately. Her soft lips brush against his damp skin, drawing a shudder from him. "You are amazing." He whispers against her neck. His breaths washing over her skin, raising goose bumps on her smooth skin. She smiles softly as she nuzzles him. "You are quite amazing yourself, M'Lord." She says, forgetting in her pleasure to call him by his proper name. If he notices, he says nothing but holds her strongly in his arms. "Can you stay for a while, Hannah? If you have other duties, of course, I understand..." his voice trailing off. He dares not to hope that she would stay with him willingly. She smiles and lifts her head from his neck. Her fingers trace his jaw and her lips brush against his. "Rhymis, you know that I can do whatever you wish for me to do. If you wish me to stay, then I shall stay. If you wish for me to go, then I shall. A woman has no say in such matters." He gazes into her clear, dark blue eyes, loosing himself in their depths momentarily. "That isn't what I meant, Hannah. I want it to be your choice. Where I come from, women do have such choices. It is important to me that you want to be here." She tilts her head slightly and nods, a slight look of concern in her eyes. "I can stay." She studies his soft brown eyes, notices soft flecks of green within them that sparkle as they meet hers. "May I speak freely, Rhymis?" She inquires. "Always, Hannah. You have nothing to fear from speaking your mind to me." His hands gently stroking her perfect skin, his cock still buried within her. His lips laying soft kisses along her long neck. "It is dangerous, the things you have said to me. Women not so dedicated to their positions might betray you for uttering those words. It is considered treason here to have such opinions. An affront to the God we serve." She tilts his head up to look back into her eyes. "Please, be careful who you say such things to. This city can be a very dangerous place." Rhymis smiles and runs the back of his fingers across her high cheekbone. "It is very sweet of you, Hannah to show such concern for me. And I will take your warning quite seriously, thank you." He kisses her lips softly. "For now though," he grins, "let us get out of this water before we both shrivel into quite unattractive prunes." Rhymis and Hannah Ch. 01 Reluctantly, he withdraws from her and helps her to her feet. He slides an arm around her and leads her from the tub. She moves next to him towards the fireplace. Laid out on the floor are thick fur rugs and blankets. He takes a seat in front of the fire and pulls her down to the floor with him. He pulls her into his lap and rests his chin on her shoulder as he holds her. He feels her body relax back against him. He smiles at the thought that she is comfortable with him and he kisses her neck softly. His fingers trail down her arms and he notices for the first time that each upper arm bares a thin, braided tattoo. The red and blue lines criss-crossing over the tanned skin. His fingers follow the trail, making them brush against the sides of her breasts. "Your tattoos, what are they for?" He asks her softly. She glances down at his fingers and smiles. "Oh, those? Those are the colors of my Father's house. He had those put on me when I was sixteen. When I completed by training at the temple. That way, the elder men of the city would know me as a true born daughter." The pride in her voice evident as she talks about the marks on her skin, of her place in the world. He nods. "Your father wanted you to be a slave, Hannah?" The thought incredible to him that a father would send his daughter out to be used with no regard for her well-being. She smiles. "My mother more than my father. He would have kept me longer if he could have but there are rules about such things. He kept me as long as he could." Rhymis shivers against her, not from the cold but at the thought of the young girl being sent out into the streets alone, unprotected. "You must have been very afraid." "Afraid?" She turns to him. "No, not really. I grew up here. I have seen the things that happen to women. Most of the time it is their own doing. Mouthing off to men, refusing to serve them. If you behave, do as you are told, you can avoid most of that." Her voice is matter-of-fact about it. Void of the emotion and passion that she showed with him in the tub, as though she were reading it from a book. He nods, accepting her stance on the matter and deciding not to push it further. "I want to see you again. Is that possible?" He runs his hands down her arms from the tattoos slowly as he asks, not able to look at her for fear of her answer, he focuses instead on the crooks of her neck where he kisses her tenderly. "I spend my free time in the temple. The priests have known me since I was a child. If you ask for me there, they usually know where I can be found." He nods his head and holds her tight against him, wrapping his arms possessively around her. The tiny bit of fear that leaps inside him surprises him when it occurs to him that once they leave this room, he may never see her again or that when he does, a collar will gleam around her neck baring another man's name. She turns her head towards him, her glittering blue eyes meeting his. "Rhymis, I have very much enjoyed serving you. You are different than the other men I have...served." He smiles, feeling this works in his favor that he has set himself apart from the others. "I have enjoyed being served by you, Hannah. As I said before, you are an amazing woman." She blushes, a sight he finds endearing. His lips press against hers softly and she responds in kind. As the kiss continues, he gently lays her onto the thick fur and lays against her. Their hands caress each others bodies in the same gentle manner as their lips. Their soft moans combining with the crackle of the fire. He slowly moves over her, moving between her legs that part for him without a word. Their earlier coupling taking away the urgency of the first time they were together. When he enters her this time, it is slow, laborious. The wide head of his cock pushing slowly into her tightness, coaxing her walls to accept him. His hands wander between them as his body moves against hers, slowly filling her with his cock. His hands find and caress her breasts, his fingers gently pinching and teasing her hard nipples. Each delicious moan that is drawn from her feels like a triumph to him. The tight embrace of her sex fills him with desire, his body shaking occasionally as he resists the urge to use her more roughly, wanting to savor the few moments he has with her. Her long legs caress his as they move together. His slow, deepening thrusts fill her with pleasure, each thrust pushing her towards a rapidly rising peak. She tenses as the thrusts reach her cervix, his head stretching her as he tries to push past it. He asks softly if he is hurting her and she shakes her head and kisses him harder, reassuring him he is giving her nothing but pleasure. A fine sheen of sweat covers their bodies as his thrusts finally become more firm inside her. She whispers his name to him as he thrusts into her. Her breath leaving her as his wide head forces her cervix open, fill her more fully then she has ever felt. Her usual restraint broken as she cries out, her back arching, lifting her hips off the blanket and against him, burying his head into the velvety embrace of her womb. Her fingernails dig into his back as he growls into her mouth and starts to thrust hard into her. His cock racing to fill her clenching, hot sex, seeking again and again the softness inside her. She cums hard around him, her body writhing with pleasure beneath him, her cries full of pleasure. The tightness of her, the smell of her drives him wild. His cock claiming her again and again until his own passion meets her and he releases his thick seed into her core. His cock spasming between her walls as he floods her womb with the hot liquid. He collapses on her, panting as she clings to him, shaking as her walls stroke his cock, forcing his semen into her belly. "Gods, Rhymis..." She whispers, his lips kissing her neck where a collar would lay if there was one. The gesture not missed on the slave who bares her neck to him as she moans. "Hannah," he breaths against her neck. His chest heaving against hers. He rests his head against her shoulder, content for now to just breath in the scent of her. They lay together, kissing and touching each other for hours. Enjoying the feel of each other. Rhymis and Hannah Ch. 02 **Thanks for the feedback. I hope that you enjoy this chapter as well. Please feel free to comment!** * "Hannah!" Rhymis Kejn calls out to the crimson-haired slave as she strolls down the street, drawing the looks of the men standing at the many vendor stalls. The tall woman turns with a brilliant smile on her face for the dark haired man. "Lord Kejn," she bows respectfully to him. She is dressed in the same outfit he met her in weeks ago, a high cut black loin cloth and the braided straps of silk that with hold her ample breasts. Her red hair pulled up high on her head in a tight ponytail a large chunk of her hair has escaped from her ponytail and is draped over her right cheek. Rhymis pants slightly from running in the abysmal heat but he smiles at her brightly. He clasps his hands to keep from reaching out to touch her smooth skin. His eye rove over her both out of lust and concern. Having not seen her in weeks, he had grown concerned for the woman's safety. He frowns as his eyes fall on several fading bruises on her wrists, ankles and thighs. Hannah nervously slides her hands behind her back as she watches him, unable to conceal the other marks from him. "They are nothing, M'Lord." "Nothing? They are hardly nothing. Who did this to you?" he demands under his breath. Before she can answer, he takes her arm in his hand and pulls her close. Her neck is still free of a collar and he doesn't ask as he pulls her into the inn. She doesn't resist as he pulls her along next to him. She merely walks at his side as he holds her arm firmly. He produces a key and throws open one of the rooms downstairs and pulls her inside before shutting and locking the door behind them. "Now, answer me. Who did this to you?" He holds one of her bruised wrists up before her. His eyes filled with rage. "M'Lord, I don't know." She trembles before him, her eyes turned away from his, towards the door. Her cheeks are flushed as he gazes down at her. "What do you mean, you don't know? You were there, weren't you?" he bellows and releases her arm. She kneels before him, her head still bowed towards the floor. Her voice is barely a whisper as she starts to answer. "He...he didn't tell me his name, Rhymis. He just took what he wanted and left." He breaths hard before her, gazing down at her as she cowers before him. His hands slowly relaxing. His eyes soften as he gazes down at her, his body shaking. She continues, "He was just back from a battle. A Frigarian had escaped from him. He grabbed the first woman he saw and that was me. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time is all. It is his right to do what he did." "His right?! His right to beat you? You did nothing to him, Hannah! Did he force you to have sex with him? Did he hurt you more than these bruises?" She flinches as he yells, crouching lower on the floor before him. "Please, Rhymis, don't." "Tell me!" he demands. "I command you to tell me what that bastard did to you, Hannah!" "Yes! Yes, alright!" she raises her head, her hair sliding off her cheek, revealing a deep purple bruise across her cheekbone. "He tied me to the bed and he fucked me for hours! I screamed until he knocked me out. When I came to...he was still on top of me, using me." Her eyes fill with tears. "It was like I wasn't even there to him. I was just a warm hole to...cum into." Rhymis stares down at her for a moment and kneels in front of her. He slowly wraps his arms around her and pulls her to him. He feels her flinch and then relax. The feel of her reflexive tensing in his arms hits him with even more fury than her bruises, remembering how willing she was to come to him, how fearless she was of his touch. She buries her face against his neck and he strokes her bruised cheek. "It is my fault, Hannah." He whispers to her. "How could it be your fault, Rhymis? You weren't there." "Exactly. I should have collared you that night weeks ago. He wouldn't have been able to touch you." "Rhymis, don't." She starts to pull away but he holds her tighter. "Don't what? Don't protect you? Don't hold you? Forget it, Hannah. I want to. I want you." "This is my life, Rhymis. This is what I was born for, don't you understand that?" "To be the punching bag for some brute?! Be serious, Hannah." He gently turns her bruised face up to his and winces at the angry purple mark. "You are beautiful and charming and sensual. Any man would be lucky to have you. I would be lucky to have you." "You think I am this precious thing. Something special. But I am not. I am a slave, just like every other woman. My only purpose is to serve and pleasure any man that sees fit for me to do so. Anything else would be blasphemy." "What kind of God tells men they can beat a woman to death and it is alright? What kind of God lets you be hurt like this?" he asks angrily. She gazes up into his eyes, a look of pleading behind the deep blue. He slowly calms down, not wanting to frighten her more than she already has been. "Hannah, please, I am begging you. Let me put my collar on you. Let me keep you safe from the others." He kisses her forehead gently. She sits still in his arms for several minutes, not giving him any answer. Finally she nods, "Alright, Rhymis. If that is what you wish, I will serve you." He kisses her softly on the lips. "I wish for you to want to be with me." She returns his kiss softly, her body growing more relaxed against his. The touch of his lips acting like a balm on her battered body. She answers him with a soft moan against his lips. He slides the collar he bought the day after he met her from his pocket and gently slides it across her neck. His initials, RK, are carved into the gold. He looks down at the gold around her neck as he fastens it in place and locks it. He smiles and runs his fingers over the smooth metal. "There. Not too tight, is it?" She shakes her head and touches the collar gently, her fingers brushing his. "No, it is fine. Thank you, Master." A shiver runs up his spine as she calls him Master. He smiles at her and stands before her. She remains kneeling at his feet. "Now, you should meet your sister." He turns his head away from her and calls out into the room, "Ka'ri!" There is a flash of white light and heat from across the room. Hannah lifts her head and glances in that direction. Across the room a demoness with dark red hair and full leathery wings appears. She drops to her knees and bows to the floor to Rhymis. "You called, Master?" He gives the demoness an affectionate grin and crosses the room to her, leaving Hannah looking after him. "Yes, my Pet. I have a surprise for you." He reaches Ka'ri and takes her arm and brings her to her feet. The demoness moves with the grace of a large cat, seeming to glide across the floor at Rhymis' side. She is wearing even less that Hannah. Her sex barely concealed behind a couple of this straps of leather that cross between her thighs. Her breasts are bare, unrestrained. The erect nipple of her right breast brushing against his upper arm as she walks with him. She smirks down at the red headed human woman kneeling on the floor before them. "Ooh, Master!" She hisses excitedly. "Is it for me?!" The woman's eyes narrow at the slave and she licks her lips hungrily. He chuckles, "No, Ka'ri. This is Hannah. She is going to be staying with us." Ka'ri looks the woman up and down, glancing disdainfully at her bruising. "She looks a bit worse for wear, don't you think, Rhymis?" He gives her a quick swat on the ass as Hannah's head bows lower. "Be nice, Ka'ri." He states in a low voice. Hannah's head bows lower at the other woman's words. A bright blush colors her cheeks. Rhymis scowls at Ka'ri. She seems almost bolstered by the swat. "I just mean she looks like she has been ridden hard and hung up wet is all..." she shrugs. Rhymis grabs her wrist and pulls Ka'ri over to the bed. She offers no resistance to him and in fact seems to be enjoying herself quite a bit. He forces her to kneel in front of him and he secures her wrist and ankles in solid steel restraints. Once restrained, she jerks at the chains, clearly not liking the sudden sway of events. Rhymis turns on his heels from the demoness and returns to Hannah's side. He kneels next to her and strokes her cheek gently. "Don't mind Ka'ri, Hannah. She is just a bit excitable is all. She is really very sweet once you get to know her. I hope that the two of you will be very close." As he speaks, he caresses her bruised cheek gently. Hannah nods obediently without looking up at him or the other slave. "As you wish, Master." Rhymis tilts his head slightly as he looks down on the woman before him. He takes her hands slowly. "Let me show you something, Hannah." He rises, still holding her hand. She rises with him and he gently leads her to the bed where Ka'ri is still thrashing about and looking quite disgruntled. Rhymis guides her past Ka'ri and onto the bed. He motions for her to sit down which she obeys. "Now, there is something you should know about Ka'ri." The demoness hisses in the background, thoroughly displeased at her predicament. Rhymis ignores her and continues, "She is much more than she seems. Ka'ri is my familiar. She is also a succubus." Hannah's head raises slightly and she glances over at the woman who is now sitting with her arms folded over her chest, smirking up at Rhymis. "I was a teacher at a magic school very far from here. I taught music and advance forms of magic to the students there. Our city was attacked. I am not sure by who but I barely escaped with my papers and the clothes on my back. I was working on some research there and I didn't want to leave it behind. I was walking down a deserted road outside of town and she appeared. We fought, I won, but we were both drained from the fight. Next thing I knew, I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head and I woke up here days later and Ka'ri was still with me. Apparently, beating her in our fight bound her to me so when I was brought here, she came with me." Ka'ri shifts uncomfortably as he tells the story. "She is quite powerful in her own right." He grins over his shoulder at the demoness who scoffs at him. "She can get a bit testy but she isn't allowed to feed on souls by my command so that would account for the fussiness. She thought you were a special treat for her.' He runs his fingers through Hannah's silky hair as he talks to her. "Which of course, you are not. I want you to be comfortable here, Hannah. This is your home now until my house is completed." He waves his arm around the room and for the first time, Hannah notices the boxes of papers and books stacked haphazardly against the walls. A violin rests atop one of the crates, its bow is laying next to it on the same crate. Rhymis watches her gaze and asks gently, "Can you read and write, Hannah?" Hannah glances over at Ka'ri who has started to wrestle with her restraints again and then back at Rhymis. She nods her head, "Yes, I read and write Common, Elven, Dwarven. I can understand some Abysmal." Rhymis looks at her, clearly impressed at her claim. "Wonderful, you can help Ka'ri with organizing my papers and books then. I am afraid they became a bit disorganized in my flight from the school." Ka'ri gives a sniff of displeasure from her perch at the edge of the bed. "It is not a request, Ka'ri." Rhymis replies sternly. Hannah's mind races as she listens to him speak. Her eyes wander over to the succubus, beautiful and dangerous, even in her restraints. Ka'ri too has waist length red hair but horns crown her head and wide, leathery black wings spread out from beneath her shoulder blades. Her lips are blood red, her eyes glitter black with no pupils which seem to draw her in. Without realizing it, Hannah's body leans towards Ka'ri as she gazes at her, entranced. Ka'ri's lips curl in a grin and her tongue again snakes over her pouted lips. Rhymis places a finger on Hannah's chin and turns her gaze from Ka'ri. He shoots the succubus a disapproving gaze and she shrinks back slightly. Hannah blinks as Rhymis' brown eyes replace Ka'ri's. She looks a bit dazed, almost drunk. He leans closer to her and kisses her lips softly. She shivers, the touch of his lips on hers is stronger than any touch she has ever encountered. A soft moan of pleasure is muffled against his lips. Rhymis returns the moan and kisses her harder. His hands slide up her arms to her shoulders where is fingers hook the leather straps of her top. He gently slides them down her arms as his lips continue to eagerly explore hers. Her firm, round breasts slide free of their restraints. She presses hard against him, crushing her breasts to his chest. Her mind feels muddled, foggy. Her only thought on how to make the intensity of his touch, his kisses last. Goosebumps rise on her arms where his fingers touch her. Her breaths come hard, fast against his cheek. Her lips part, her tongue brushes against his lips, seeking entrance to his mouth. Rhymis pushes her onto her back on the bed, his body falling over hers. His lips part and he moans as her soft, warm tongue slides against his. He wrestles with her tongue as his hands wrestle with her clothes as she writhes beneath him. Her hands push between them, pulling at his shirt, pulling it free of his pants. Her bruises and the succubus forgotten, she grips the top of his shirt and pulls roughly at it, popping the buttons off as she tears his shirt open. Her ears catch the faint sound of chanting but it sounds far away, a mere buzzing in her ears. She cries out into his mouth as his now bare chest presses down onto hers. Her nails scratch his belly, causing a grunt of pleasure from his lips against hers. His hands move down to caress her thighs, pulling them up around his waist. He grasps the sides of her loin cloth and tears the fabric from her hips. Her fingers wrestle with his belt, her thighs slide up his side. He growls against her mouth, sending shivers through her prone body. A dull ache spreads through her from her sex, throbbing through her entire body. She can feel the hardness of his cock straining against the smooth fabric of his pants as she feverishly works to free him. Feeling the hardness of him between her legs fills her with a burning need for him. The same need seems to possess him, his hips thrusting against her, pushing his cock against her sex even before his belt comes loose from his waist. His fingers dig into her thighs roughly, pulling her thighs higher, tilting her hips up against his. A constant stream of moans escape her lips. Her fingers tug at the buttons on his pants. She finally frees his cock and the smooth hard, flesh slaps against her sex. Before she can react he slams his hips against her, driving his cock deep into her walls. She screams in pleasure, thrusting her hips up against his, her walls jerking and shaking around his throbbing flesh. Her juices coat his cock and drip down his thick shaft. Her legs wiggle against him, forcing his pants down over his hips and drawing him into her body. Rhymis growls loudly into her mouth, his hips thrusting hard, deep into her tight, convulsing sex. Each movement sending jolts of pleasure through them both. His tongue wrestles with hers, pinning it onto her mouth as he claims her. His fingers grip her sides roughly, pulling her hips into his brutal thrusts. His wide head pounds against her cervix, trying to break into her womb. He tears his lips from hers. His eyes glare down at her. His lips twist into a smirk and he takes a deep breath, breathing in the heady scent of her arousal. He attacks her neck, biting and sucking his way up to her ear. His voice husky above her moans and cries of pleasure. "Mine." He hisses against her ear. She shakes beneath him. Her nails score his back in long scratches, making him writhe against her. Her tight walls cling to his cock, making her sex hotter around him. His thrusts become harder, more urgent, his precum working into the tight walls. Her body jerks beneath his. Her hips lifting up against his into his thrusts. His arms wrap around her, his hands on her shoulders, pulling her against him. His pants are bunched around his knees. The buzzing of the chants continue to ring in her ears, as his wide head finally breaks through her cervix. Her back arches, driving her hips against his cock, sinking his head deep into the velvety walls of her womb. "Ohh...Gods damn, Hannah..." Rhymis grunts into her ear. His thrusts becoming short and hard as he keeps his entire cock buried into her. Each thrust makes her cry out lustfully, her body tensing beneath him, her fingers digging again into his back. Her thighs grip his hips tightly. Her sex squeezes his cock like a fist inside her, stroking him into her womb. Her back arches and she screams as she cums around him. Her walls milking him into the fertile core of her sex. Her hot juices run down the shaft of his cock. His heavy, cumladen balls slap sharply against the smooth skin between her thighs. He grunts as she screams, his fingers dig into her shoulders, pinning her squirming body beneath his. His back arches and he roars with pleasure as his balls tighten and force his seed through his shaft. The thick cream splatters over the clinging, shivering walls of her womb, the caress of her sex forcing his seed deep into her. Glob after sticky glob races through his shaft to fill her full of the hot, potent seed. The sounds of her screams of pleasure fill him with a sense of power, of lust. He buries his face in her full cleavage. His tongue dragging over her damp skin. Her walls twitch around him, forcing out the last of his cum into her. She trembles, her eyes glazed as she turns her head from side to side. His cock keeps her sex stretched around him, his hips moving slowly back and forth, sliding his cock within her cum filled womb. Hannah's eyes close as she savors the feel of this man, her Master moving within her. Her touch becomes softer, caressing his scratched back. He rolls over onto his back, pulling her on top of him. He kicks his pants off his feet. She pulls away from him and sits up tall on him, rolling her hips slowly. The motion of her hips like waves lapping at his body. He gazes up at her, watching as she rides him, his cock still rock hard within her tight, hot body. He grins wickedly up at her. "Does my Pet want more?" She nods her head, her fingers slipping up into her hair, releasing the clasp at the base of her ponytail. There is a hiss that sounds far off as she lets down the crimson locks. Her large breasts sway with her movements. The sight of the heavy orbs moving above him makes him reach up for them, grasping them tightly. His fingers pinch her nipples tightly, making her sex squeeze his cock tighter and a yelp escape her lips. He sneers up at her and sits up, pinching them harder. She grinds her sex against his wantonly. "Does my little whore like that? Do you?" He growls as his mouth covers one of her pointed, swollen nipples. He sucks hard upon it, biting it. She squirms and cries out. Her fingers in his hair. She thrusts her hips down hard on his cock, cum leaking around the base of his cock, onto his swelling balls. "Yes." She whimpers. Her body shaking as she rises up and down his throbbing cock. His mouth moves from one nipple to the other as she rides him. Jolts of raw pleasure race through her body. She jumps as his hand comes crashing down on her firm ass, leaving a welt in the shape of his hand. "Yes, what?" He growls, biting down sharply on her swollen nipple. A sharp cry of pain escapes her lips but she rides him harder, breathing fast. "Yes, Master," she cries out, her sex throbbing around him. "Mmm...that's it, Hannah. Do you want more of your Master's cum in that tight pussy?" "Yes, Master. Please give me more. You feel so good. I want to cum again." She pleads, her body bouncing on his cock, driving his head against the sticky walls of her womb. Rhymis and Hannah Ch. 02 He grins against her breast and there is a soft click followed by another soft hiss. His hands grip her ass, pulling her hard down on his cock. "Cum for me, Hannah. Cum all over your Master's cock." He mumbles against her breast, his teeth leaving marks on the smooth skin. Her hands move up into her long hair, pulling it up her back. The long locks fall in rivers from her fingers. He growls at the sight of her loose hair falling around her beautiful body. Her cries get louder and louder, the walls of her sex swell around his cock, stroking him harder inside her as the climax builds with her body. She writhes in his arms, her hips bucking against him. Her walls grip him tightly. Another hand slides up into her hair and tilts her head back, a pair of lips softer than Rhymis' brush against hers and then press firmly to them. Hannah's eyes close and her body convulses in Rhymis' arms as a long, soft tongue slithers into her mouth. Her entire body starts to tingle from her lips down to the tips of her curled toes. She whimpers softly as her walls convulse around Rhymis' cock. Ka'ri's saliva seeps into her mouth with her tongue and courses through her body like a drug. Her head spins as cum gushes over his cock drawing a growl of pleasure from his lips and causing his hips to buck up into her as he releases his thick cum into her a second time. Ka'ri grips the girl's hair tightly, holding her mouth to hers, her tongue lashing over hers as Hannah's body grows still against her. She breaks the kiss, sliding her tongue over Hannah's parted lips. Hannah's body goes limp against hers and Ka'ri holds her up by her hair, still seated on Rhymis's cock. She licks her cheek slowly and grins at Rhymis. "Looks like it was a bit much for her, Master." She hisses with a smirk and she pushes Hannah over onto the bed where she sprawls unconscious. Rhymis and Hannah Ch. 03 ***I know it was a very long time in coming but I hope you enjoy the next installment.*** * Rhymis rolls his eyes at Ka'ri and glances over at Hannah's unconscious form on the bed. His slave's cheeks are still flushed from their amorous activities except for the bruise marking the side of her face. Fury leaps back into his chest as he remembers that another man struck her, abused this precious woman's body. "Never again," he whispers softly. His eyes roam down her body, watching as her breasts rise and fall evenly. The succubus venom that now courses through her veins locks her into a deep, restful sleep. Movement next to him draws his attention and he scowls at Ka'ri as she leans over him. Her nose is barely an inch from his cock as she draws in a deep breath and moans deeply and shivers, savoring the scent of the juices covering his cock. Rhymis leans back on his hands, his legs spread, a smirk spreads over his lips. "Was that necessary, Ka'ri?" He raises an eyebrow at the demoness as she squirms between his legs. "Necessary?" She hisses softly, the warm breath washing over his soaked cock. "I don't know if I would say necessary, Master, but it was awfully fun." Her barbed tail twitches restlessly and her tongue darts out to taste the juices dripping from his cock. Her body trembles and she doesn't hesitate. She hungrily begins to savor the flavors as she starts to clean off his cock. "What am I going to do with you, you evil little minx? She is your sister now and my property, just like you. She is not your play toy." His voice loses some of its fire as the succubus' tongue slides along his cock and her lips wrap around his spent flesh. He raises a hand and grips one of her hard, curved horns and pushes her mouth into the mess of juices at the base of his cock. Ka'ri squirms, rubbing herself against his thighs, her ass raised high, her tail swishing back and forth happily as she feasts on the physical manifestations of the couple's pleasure upon his flesh. The juices nourish her body and she hungrily laps and sucks on his cock, forcing him to begin hardening again. Her soft lips caress the swelling flesh in an almost worshipful way. Rhymis tilts his head back and moans deeply. "Damn your mouth is fucking amazing." He hisses softly, letting the sensation of her mouth course through him. His breaths grow harder and he uses her horn like a handle, moving her mouth up and down on his now hard cock. He starts to thrust his hips up, forcing the length of himself in and out of her mouth. His gaze falls onto Hannah sleeping soundly next to him. His eyes rove hungrily over her and come to rest between her parted legs. His cock twitches in Ka'ri's mouth as he watches thick globs of his semen dripping out of the slaves used pussy and onto the sheets. A wicked grin crosses his lips and he abruptly jerks Ka'ri's feasting mouth off his hard cock. Ka'ri's face is wet with their juices and glistens in the torchlight that lights the room. Her eyes narrow and she hisses in protest, clearly not done with her meal. "Ka'ri." Rhymis growls softly to her, his voice lower, letting her know he isn't in the mood for her insolence. He shoves her head away and sits up. "Clean your sister up." He pushes her off of him and towards Hannah's sleeping form. The succubus raises her eyebrow at him briefly and then grins happily as she crawls across the sheets to the unconscious slave. She pushes the woman's legs open wider and doesn't hesitate as she descends upon her cum filled sex. Ka'ri's tail twitches excitedly as she breaths in the scent of this woman and forces her tongue into her body. Rhymis chuckles softly, his hand stroking his cock as he watches one pet feed off the other. The sight of Ka'ri between Hannah's thighs makes his throb harder. After a couple minutes of watching Ka'ri licking and sucking at Hannah's pussy he rises to his knees and moves behind Ka'ri. The bed shifts near Ka'ri's knees and she raises wiggles, parting her legs and raising her hips. The lips of her pussy are dripping with her juices, leaving trails glistening down her thighs. Rhymis rubs the wide head of his cock along her soaked lips, enjoying the feel of her arousal coating his flesh. Ka'ri moans loudly into Hannah's flesh and pushes her hips back against her Master's cock. Rhymis smirks at the wanton creature before he positions himself against her entrance and shoves his cock roughly into her, sheathing himself into her tight, throbbing walls. He doesn't wait for a response before he starts drawing his hips back, her walls tugging on his cock, trying to keep him buried inside of her. He slams his hips forward roughly again and again, using the succubus' cunt. Ka'ri squirms and writhes at his feet. Her face buried in Hannah's pussy. Her wings stretch wide with pleasure. Her body tingles hotly, her hips pushing into Rhymis' rough thrusts. Their bodies colliding over and over wetly, her thighs soaked with her own arousal. "Wake your sister enough that she can appreciate your efforts, Ka'ri. No need to be selfish." Rhymis grunts, his cock pounding through the soft, lust swollen walls of the succubus' flesh. Ka'ri squirms as she lifts her head from Hannah's sex. Her lips and chin glistening with cum, she mutters a couple of indecipherable words and Hannah immediately starts to breath faster. Hannah's eyes twitch beneath her closed lids and her lips part in a soft moan. Her thighs spread wider as Ka'ri's mouth descends to again feast on loads of cum that run from the slave's pussy. Hannah's sleeping body reacts to the mouth on her pussy. Her hands move to her breasts and she cups each one gently, teasing the hard nipples. Her red lips part in deep moans as she starts to squirm on the sheets, spreading her legs wider. Her cheeks grow flush again, her clit hardening against Ka'ri's lips. Rhymis growls as he watches his new slave react. He is mesmerized by her, unable and not wanting to look away from the sensual woman squirming on the bed. Even in her sleep she is enjoys touch and pleasure. The fact that she doesn't try to push Ka'ri away or move herself away arouses him even more. His mind wanders to the feel of Hannah's tight pussy milking his cock greedily into her body as he fucks the succubus roughly. His hands grip Ka'ri's hips, his fingers digging into her tanned flesh, pulling her roughly on and off his cock. He had been concerned that Hannah's reactions were merely trained responses from years of being indoctrinated in the ways of his land but watching her now, reacting in such ways while sleeping reassures him that she genuinely enjoys sex. Ka'ri grunts into Hannah's sex with each rough thrust, her body relishing the pounding of her Master's cock as he uses her. She hisses as she tastes Hannah becoming newly aroused and she doubles her efforts, wanting to taste the slave's fresh cum in her mouth. She slides one hand up to join Hannah's on her breasts, pinching and twisting one of the hard nipples. Sweet gasps and moans from Hannah that makes Rhymis shiver. "She is lovely, is she not, Ka'ri?" He raises a hand from Ka'ri's hip and grasps her hair, jerking her mouth from Hannah's crotch. The succubus moans and writhes on his cock as he pins her to him and pounds harder into her sex, stretching her walls wide around his cock. Ka'ri's body trembles. "Yes, Master," she hisses. "She is lovely and she tastes so good. I want more." Ka'ri's black eyes burn with lust as she hears Hannah whimper in protest of the mouth that was pleasuring her is ripped away. In an act of what passes for sympathy to Ka'ri, she slide one hand to the girls cunt and starts to tease her clit as she slides her thumb into the girl's wet hole. Hannah's squirming dies down as her sex is toyed with and she moans deeply. Rhymis leans down over Ka'ri between her spread wings and presses his lips to her ear. "Mine!" he growls to her but whether he is talking about Ka'ri or reminding her that Hannah belongs to him is unclear to the succubus. Regardless, the sound of this single word drives the succubus wild with lust and pleasure and she writhes on his cock, and cums hard on the long, thick shaft. He moans against her ear loudly as her cunt grips his cock and spasms around him. "Mmm...That's it. Cum for me...you want to taste all three of us, Ka'ri? You want me to fuck her with your cum on my cock?" He hisses to her, knowing it will drive her wild with lust. Ka'ri hisses and bucks her hips back against him. Her cunt swollen and leaking her cum around his cock and down her smooth thighs as his words drive her wild with lust. The demoness reacts like an animal in heat, rutting back against him, caressing his cock with her soft, tight walls, drawing moans of pleasure from him against her ear. Rhymis reaches between Ka'ri's thighs and teases her swollen clit, drawing her orgasm out longer, relishing the feel of her tight, wet cunt around him. Ka'ri slowly starts to calm down and Rhymis sits up, still sliding his cock along her walls. He pats her ass softly. "Good girl. Is she wet?" He nods to Hannah squirming and panting on the bed. Ka'ri's fingers are still buried inside the squirming slave. She slowly withdraws her fingers, they glisten with Hannah arousal. She greedily slides her fingers into her mouth. Her cunt twitches around his cock as she savors the taste of the slave's arousal. She nods her head to him, still sucking on her fingers. "Good." He pulls his cock from her aching cunt with a moan of protest. He smacks her ass and nods to the bed next to them. "Lay down, Kari." He moves from behind her, her cum dripping off his cock, which bobs between his cock as he moves to Hannah. Ka'ri quickly obeys and lays her head next to Hannah's thigh on the bed. Rhymis leans over Hannah gently and he brushes a lock of hair from her cheek. She moans softly at his touch as though she recognizes him even in her sleep. He drinks her in, gently resting his body against hers. He doesn't make any effort to enter her, just enjoys the feel of her beneath him for a moment before he sits up and gathers her limp form against him. He rolls her over on her stomach and brings her legs beneath her, positioning her cunt directly above Ka'ri mouth. The succubus hisses excitedly and squirms beneath both of them. "The fact you think this is such a good idea, Ka'ri, doesn't really do a lot to convince me it is." He chuckles even as he looks down at the smooth curve of Hannah's back and positions himself between her open thighs. He slowly teases the slaves' sex with the swollen, cum covered head of his cock. Hannah moans softly into the sheets below him and her hips squirm. He wonders if to her, this is just an intense wet dream, that some random man is using her and the thought makes him shiver. He has to force himself not to claim her pussy roughly right then. He hisses as he feels Ka'ri's tongue slide up his cock to Hannah's pussy and her hands slide up his thighs. He rubs himself back and forth against Hannah, moaning at the heat of her sex against him, the promising of its soft walls, the scent of sex hanging heavy in the room of the inn. He remembers the sight of his cum dripping from her pussy and he growls softly. He leans back and grips his cock, one hand on her hips, holding her up. Ka'ri squirms beneath them. One hand slides from his thigh and comes to rest between her spread thighs. Rhymis rubs the swollen head again along Hannah wet sex and positions his cock at her entrance. With a moan he slowly sinks his wide head into her. For the first time, he takes the time to watch his cock sink into her soft, tender folds. The sight of their flesh joining raises goose bumps on his flesh. "Gods!" he hisses as her soft flesh welcomes his cock. He hears Hannah moan softly and slides his hips back slowly before pushing into her again, inching his cock gently into her sleeping body. He continues the slow, steady thrusts until he is buried to the hilt into her hot, wet sex. He stops for a moment to relish the feel of her around him. Her walls throb around him and she squirms in her succubus-induced sleep. Slowly he pulls his hips back and starts a slow, steady pace. Ka'ri's tongue teases Hannah's clit and up and down his cock as he fucks the slave right above her mouth. The taste of all three of them drives her crazy beneath them. Hannah slowly starts to breathe harder, squirming as her pussy is stretched and teased. The redhead's hips start to meet his thrusts and her walls twitch around his cock. Her hands grip the sheets as her dream lover slides his cock in and out of her sex, filling her full each time. The intensity of the physical acts on her body along with the dream lover fucking her slowly quickly has her on the edge of an intense orgasm. Her muffled moans grow louder and she pushes her hips back against him harder. Rhymis grins wickedly, meeting her thrusts with his own, moaning as he grinds his cock into her, enjoying the feel of her entrance stretched around the base of his cock. Hannah presses hard back against him and her walls jerk with pleasure. She squirms as she starts to cum around his cock, eliciting a growl from him as he thrusts harder into her walls as they spasm around him. As he did with Ka'ri, he leans down and presses his mouth to her ear. "Mine..." he hisses. Ka'ri's tongue starts to lap at the heavy balls swaying between his thighs. He moans to Hannah, whispering to her in her dream. "Gods woman, I cannot stop touching you. I am going to fill up that tight pussy of yours and I cannot say that is the last time today I will do so. I hope you have rested well, my pet." His voice is a mix of moans and hisses now. By the end of his speech, he is rutting into her pussy like an animal, needing, wanting to fill her with his seed. The urgency of his thrusts forcing her juices to drip onto Ka'ri's face, much to the delight of the succubus. His cock swells in the slave and he slams his hips, burying himself in her as his cum explodes from him, drawing a moan from her as the heat fills her body. He pushes his face into her neck and moans to her as he cums inside her. His hips rock, as pulse after pulse of cum releases from him to fill her sex. Ka'ri squirms eagerly beneath them, shaking with anticipation as she watches him fill the slave girl full. She presses her mouth to their bodies where the base of his cock meets Hannah. She licks eagerly all over them, whimpering against their sexes. The succubus breaths in the scent of pleasure deeply, almost drunk on the intoxicating scent of them. Her fingers slide into her own dripping pussy, pumping away as she fitfully waits for the moment he starts to withdraw his cock from Hannah. Hannah seems to almost purr as he buries his spent cock inside her. She gives a deep sigh and her body relaxes beneath his and she squirms into the sheets and the twitching of her eyes subsides. Rhymis kisses her cheek softly and gently pulls his hips back as if he is suddenly worried about disturbing her sleep. A flood of cum gushes from Hannah's pussy and into Ka'ri's waiting mouth. The succubus writhes as she laps at them and gulps down the juices that nourish her. Rhymis waits patiently for Ka'ri to finish her meal before shooing her away. He slides his cock back into Hannah before he softens and he gently rolls them to their sides, spooning himself behind her. He presses his chest to her back and buries his face in the back of her neck. His hips pushing forward to ensure he is nestled deeply in her sex. She shivers and presses back against him before growing still once again. Content for now, he falls asleep against her.