2 comments/ 22982 views/ 14 favorites Twelve Pleasure Slaves Ch. 01 By: elucipher Amairani stared up at the high ceilings of her silent room, the sun spilling through the windows across her deeply tanned skin. She traced patterns on her body with her fingertips, leaving cool trails of rose-scented oil that her servant had given her. Her body was decorated with thin gold chains, clinging to her like delicate serpents. They began at her fingers, mimicking the bones beneath her skin, circling around her wrist that bore a crescent-shaped burn scar. A single chain then ran up her arm, and loosely wrapped around her neck to then slope down her other arm and connect to her wrist, which wore a scar mirroring the other. Her small breasts were left exposed, but were painted with thin lines of shimmering gold that radiated from her dark, pierced nipples. A single chain that hung from her neck supported five other chains that looped around her small waist and fell gently along the curves of her hips, the last chain cradling the bottom of her firm, round ass. Three chains framed the triangle of her smooth and hairless cunt, which had a crescent medallion encrusted with emeralds resting on it. Her skin was flecked with gold and white powder, and her lips and eyelids were painted a deep gold. Sitting atop her head were layered chains decorated with small jewels and pearls, falling down her waist-length curly black hair. Amairani was a pleasure slave to the royal family in the castle called Asteria, and she was the favorite of King Eion. She lay in her chambers that she shared with the eleven other slaves that belonged to the kingdom of Luana. The pleasure slaves were all decorated identically; nude save for the layers of gold and crescent-shaped jewels that outlined all of their most beautiful features and denoted their superiority among other slaves. She was one of the six girls who had been brought from the island over several years. They had been handpicked at the island market by the King's own special attendant, and taken away from The Sisters who had raised them. All slaves and attendants to the kingdom were required to be orphans, and to have been raised by The Sisters on an island across the Zharian Sea. The wars with the kingdom on the other side of the mountains on the borders of Luana created many orphans, and had been going on since the first stones of Asteria were carved. The island was where all attendants to the kingdom were taught, and where orphans from the intricate labyrinths of villages - that grew from the very sides of the castle walls and down to the edges of the mountains - were taken from. The chamber that Amairani shared with the other pleasure slaves was an expansive and open room in the west tower of the sprawling Asteria, which sat atop the edge of a high cliff over the Zharian and stretched on and upwards into the clouds. Their room was decorated with darkly-colored fabrics which hung around the walls, with roaring fireplaces that were attended to constantly. The entire right side of the room was left completely exposed to the outside, supported only by columns, between which hung a series of billowing, sheer, white fabric. Each slave slept in a large bed with thick black curtains hanging from the ceiling around them, creating twelve dark, flowing pillars floating along the edges of the room. But Amairani was lying in one of the many nests of colorful feather pillows and thick blankets that covered the cold marble tile of the floor, waiting for her sisters and brothers to wake up. Between her legs was her attendant, Mira, a light haired and fair skinned slave who had been brought to Asteria the same time she had. Every morning, Mira would come into the room to dress Amairani at sunrise, since that was always when her mistress woke up. When Mira had become her attendant, Amairani had insisted that she service her further after she was decorated, something uncommon among the other slaves and their attendants. She only asked because Mira had already been servicing Amairani on the island for years before she had been taken to be an attendant at the palace before Amairani was taken to be a slave. Daily, Mira crawled between the long, soft, and oiled legs of Amairani and put her mouth to her cunt, and brought her to an orgasm every single morning. She had just finished, and was lying with her cheek against Amairani's thigh, watching her rub oil on her breasts and her stomach. Amairani looked down at her, "Come here, Mira." She patted the pillow next to her and sat up in a graceful and fluid motion, her light green eyes focused on the juices shining on her attendant's pouty lips. Mira excitedly swarmed through the silk throws to get to her, for she was always sent away aching after tasting the sweetness of Amairani's cunt. She kneeled next to her, and whispered, "Yes?" Amairani took Mira's finger and guided it to her cunt, and ran it over herself, coating her finger in her cum. "My cunt is my second favorite flavor in the entire kingdom, Little Mira." She smiled, and licked Mira's finger clean with her pink tongue and then bit the tip, "Do you know what my most favorite flavor is, dove?" Mira shook her head slowly, trying to keep her breathing measured. Amairani smiled again, "King Eion's seed, you silly thing." She dropped her hand to take her by the chin and kiss her fully, lazily licking Mira's lips and chin, and sucking her own cum clean from her face. She swatted Mira's thigh lightly to send her away, leaving Mira dizzy and burning as she stumbled out of the room and disappeared between the curtains of one of the many archways along the walls. Amairani lay back on the pillows, and licked her lips clean while she absentmindedly tweaked her hard nipples. "I don't understand why you do that to that poor thing," a voice from behind her made Amairani jump and look over her shoulder. Standing there was Caiseal, the sun on his dark, naked body. He was smirking with his arms crossed over his chest, his gorgeous cock half hard and his eyes dancing with delight at having caught Amairani with her own little pleasure slave. His brown curly hair fell messily to his shoulders, and his body was still heavy with sleep, but even lazily standing there his perfection was dazzling. He laughed at her surprise and ducked a pillow that she tried to hit him with, and joined her on the floor, kissing her full golden lips deeply as he did every morning. "You're terrible to her. Ismaray told me the other attendants make fun of her for the things you make her do." He said while he pulled her up onto his lap and played with the crescent medallion on her cunt. Amairani sighed and pinched his cheek lightly, "But Caiseal, she's mine, my very own toy." She said for the hundredth time. Her brothers and sisters always teased her about Mira, but she knew they would gladly have their own little dove to fall to their feet every morning and offer their mouth to them. But Caiseal would have gladly had Amairani fall to his feet every morning, or at least wake up with her in his bed. He could not get enough of her, and loved her fiercely as her brother, and equally lusted after her perfect form and sweet cunt as a lover. Though Amairani cared for him, he knew she cared for all her brothers and sisters, but would never pine for him or any of them as they did after her. Amairani pined for no one, she was indifferent in her preferences - except to King Eion, whom she would only look at when in the presence of others, whom she would only crawl to when called from his throne, whom could only make her cunt immediately drip at the sound of his voice. She was addicted to him, as she would never be addicted to anyone else. But the other slaves still adored her and she gave her attentions to them when they wanted them. Even Queen Netsanet would call for her, as would the other members of the royal family. But she would never look to the others the way they looked at her. "Little sister, the King could kill her in front of you if he got jealous of his favorite slave with an attendant." Caiseal said with his jaw set and stern. But a small smile began to tug at the edge his perfectly formed mouth, for when he called Amairani "little sister" he could see her face soften from its usual feline ferocity, even if for a moment. He loved to get that softness that no one else could seem to bring out in her. All of the pleasure slaves called each other brother and sister, even though the only siblings were Fariha and Lelai, Otho and Uri, and the twins Samara and Blade. They became a family the moment they were branded as the royal family's property, and were bound forever by it. While he spoke, Caiseal twirled Amairani's hair about his finger, and held her ass with his other hand, occasionally squeezing it and playing with the chains at the bottom of it. "Jealous? The King? The only thing he notices is the way my cunt feels around his cock, brother." She laughed. "I could fuck you in front of him right now," she smiled as she began to grind against his strong thigh, "and he wouldn't say a thing." Caiseal now gripped her ass hard, kneading at all of the flesh he held between his fingers, a low growling sound coming from his throat as it did whenever Amairani was on top of him. As he leaned in to place his mouth on her slender neck, another pair of arms wrapped around his waist and long fingernails dragged up the front of his muscled torso. "Good morning," Fariha purred into his ear, her dark curls spilling over his shoulder as she moved to kiss his cheek. He turned his head to meet her, and kissed her deeply just as he kissed Amairani, who watched her brother's tongue dance lazily with her sister's. She shifted in his lap slightly to rub her wet cunt against his hardening cock, and felt Caiseal's fingernails dig into her lower back. Fariha had a crescent burn scar on her cheek, and Amairani licked it as she ran her fingertip over the burn scar on the middle of her brother's chest. Amairani adored the burns. They received them after being brought to the trading field along the bank of the Zharian, where all the slaves were brought and auctioned off to the magistrates and lords in Luana. Household slaves, nursing slaves, warrior slaves, household pleasure slaves, slaves for the whorehouses, kitchen slaves, slaves to attend to the castle, attendants to the slaves - all were herded off to tents on the field specific to the talents they were trained for. The most beautiful of the pleasure slaves were taken to the royal family's own golden tent, marked with white crescent patterns. There they were chosen by the man who owned the largest whorehouse in Luana, as either slaves to the royal family or slaves to be taken back to his whorehouse. Each of them was branded with one crescent-shaped burn scar in the place of their choice. A second burn was given to the pleasure slaves of the royal family, and Amairani touched her own and her brothers' and sisters' often. She had chosen to have her burns on her wrists so she could see them always, because she had never wanted anything else than to be where she was now, and wanted to always be reminded of how she had finally achieved it. As they were picked, the slaves for the royal family were grouped off and sent into another room. There she had been washed and rubbed down completely with a cream, from right below her neck to her ankles by the apothecaries, which burned off all the hair where it was applied. After, she had been painted and fitted for her beloved and delicate chains. Only she and Caiseal had come from the pleasure slaves in that year's shipment to be given to the royal family, and she had felt closest to him since the day they had arrived in Asteria. She had watched him take the pain of preparation with as much strength and fierce happiness that she had. Her closeness, though, was only from him being her protector and ardent lover. Ever since she could remember she never felt an emotional attachment to anyone of any severity. She did feel sexual attraction, though, tremendously so. She was an entirely sexual being, exuding that lustful energy constantly. She never refused the advances of any man or woman, and was devoted to her sexual partner or partners while she played with their naked bodies. She felt herself born to be a pleasure slave. Amairani laid her palm flat against her brother's scar on his chest and with her other hand she wrapped her fingers around his hard, thick cock. She stroked it slowly and tightly, agonizing him with every pump as Fariha continued her explorations of his mouth and massaged his thighs. Amairani dragged her plump lips from Fariha's cheek and down to her mouth, deftly slipping her tongue between her brother's and sister's - eliciting a happy moan from Fariha who then slipped beneath Caiseal's strong arm to kneel next to them. Amairani and Caiseal continued their kiss, while Fariha leaned forward between their bodies, and took the entirety of Caiseal's aching cock into her mouth, and began to move her pink petals of lips up and down the pillar of him. Caiseal slapped Amairani's ass as he forced Fariha down on him and began to thrust his hips powerfully into her, the sounds of her choking muffled by her mounds of thick ebony hair that pooled between Amairani's and Caiseal's thighs. Amairani looked down and watched, a smile creeping up on her as her eyes flashed. Her hand went down on top of Caiseal's to push Fariha's head all the way down on his cock, completely filling her throat. Caiseal's moans filled the cavernous room and Amairani removed his hand from under her own, and tangled her fingers in Fariha's hair, and began to slowly move her head up and down. She watched Caiseal's eyes darken and his jaw tense, as he tried to keep from spilling himself into the mouth of the best cock-sucker in Luana. Fariha's tongue was lavishing the length of his cock while her lips tightened on him with every push and pull of Amairani's hand. To keep himself from cumming, Caiseal moved his attentions to Amairani, whose feline eyes remained on her toy. He watched her chest as she breathed deeply, her breasts heaving up and down as she took control of Fariha: pushing her head down fully, cutting off her air supply and keeping her there until Fariha moaned loudly. Then Amairani would pull her off of him completely to kiss her possessively, and then push her back down onto Caiseal's throbbing cock. Caiseal moved his head down towards Amairani's breasts, kissing them reverently and moving his tongue slowly over the small buds of her nipples, gently pulling at the golden piercings with his teeth. He sucked from nipple to nipple slowly and hard as he could, stroking her spine as her back arched from the pain. He used his other hand to cup Amairani's cunt, her wetness covering his palm. For a moment her eyes met his, as he pushed two fingers into her, feeling the famed tightness of her cunt for the thousandth time. She squeezed his fingers with her walls playfully as his thumb moved soft circles over her little swollen clit. Amairani moved Fariha's head more savagely up and down his cock, and Caiseal's fingers began to mimic her movements as he plunged a third of his fingers into her, filling her. Fariha sucked him harder than he thought she was able, and he grunted loudly with his mouth around Amairani's breast, sucking on it with the strength Fariha sucked on his cock. He came into Fariha's waiting mouth, and shuttered as he felt Amairani's cunt tighten even more around his fingers and her hips move up and down as she came on him too, her juices running down his hand and forearm. Amairani finally released Fariha, tackling her onto the many pillows and sharing Caiseal's cum in a slow messy kiss as they ground their dripping cunts into each other. Caiseal laid back and watched their bodies tangle together, and noticed the way that Fariha dragged her fingernails all over Amairani's body and the way she kissed her as though Amairani's lips made her into an animal. Everyone reacted to Amairani's attentions that way, even after she had just suffocated and choked you with cock. "You all never waste any damned time, do you?" came Otho's deep voice from above them. Amairani pulled her mouth away from Fariha's, and smiled up at him, squeezing Fariha's large breasts in her hands. Otho was formidable, one of the largest men in the kingdom. He towered over all of his brothers and sisters, his muscles so large Amairani was unable to wrap both her hands around one arm. He had dark skin and bright eyes; his hair was long and braided into a thick tail every morning. But his incredibly thick cock was the favorite play thing of his sisters, and they often all took turns sucking him off until he came on all of their cunts. He took to his sisters, catering to their needs when they came to him and enjoying their cunts when he wished - especially Amairani, who he would pull to himself often and ravage against the nearest wall. Queen Netsanet, though, he fucked more regularly than any of the other pleasure slaves, because she enjoyed his size and his strength, using her until she was limp in his arms. "Wouldn't you like a taste of your sister's cunt? She just sucked Caiseal's cock like the good girl she is," she looked down at Fariha and kissed her again, sucking her tongue gently, "didn't you, sister?" Fariha nodded and she looked up at Otho as Amairani got off her. Otho stepped towards them and scooped Amairani up and kissed her as he spun her around, as he did every morning. He placed her on Caiseal's lap, and took his place between Fariha's legs. As he began to devour her cunt, Amairani turned to Caiseal, "Let's wake the others who haven't already been forced out of bed by your little moans." She smiled devilishly and he slapped her ass as she hopped up, pulling him with her towards the bed closest to them. Caiseal pulled the curtain back on Lelai's bed. The sun shone on a tangled mess of sheets revealing two sets of soft legs wrapped up together. The ends of Lelai's heavy, dark hair fell over the edges of the large bed, even though she lay in the very middle, with Samara's head cradled between her breasts. They slept together every single night, and Amairani and Caiseal woke them every morning, to find either one of them nestled in the soft flesh of the other. Lelai was dark and curvy like her sister Fariha, they both had thick dark curls that fell over much of their bodies when it was let down, ending around the tops of their thighs. Their breasts were equally large and soft; and with the smallest waists of all the girls, their hips curved pleasantly to form large, supple, and soft asses. Their lips and their nipples were dark, but Lelai's eyes were onyx black, where Fariha's were a brighter blue than the Zharian, both framed by fans of thick dark lashes. Lelai had pleasant, gentle features, her nose a slope and her eyes large. Fariha had the same mouth as Lelai, the pinkest and softest flowers, but her face seemed teeming with shadows. She was slow and quiet, and Lelai was bouncy and childlike - a gorgeous little sprite with her older, dangerous, striking sister. The Sisters had called Samara and her brother, Blade, akin to sunlight, for their eyes were deep pools of soft gold, and their hair like light flowing from their sharp widow peaks. They came from the villages closest to the edges of the mountain where the original inhabitants had drunk from the Sun Streams, where their children had turned pale and golden in their features. Samara's body was long and strong, and her white-blonde hair was short and sharp. When she wore her chains and she was painted, she shown so brightly she looked to be dripping in sunlight. Her lips were full and the palest pink, soft pillows on her frighteningly divine features. She and Blade were ethereal, as though they descended from kneeling at the feet of the gods themselves. Twelve Pleasure Slaves Ch. 01 Samara adored Lelai, and wouldn't leave her side the moment they were in their chambers for the night. She became as close to Lelai as she was to Blade. Everyone knew that Lelai cared for her, but as a younger sister who needed to be coddled. Samara had nightmares many times about the night her and Blade's parents had been massacred in a raid from those on the other side of the mountains, and Lelai naturally took to soothing Samara when the terrors woke her up. Their kinship had turned sexual the second night they spent together, when Lelai had brought her mouth to Samara's smooth small cunt to calm her down, and Samara's screams of pleasure had brought guards to their bed in the middle of the night. The first night, Lelai had just covered her face in gentle kisses, and held her on her lap, Samara's cheek against her large breasts. Since then, Samara worshipped Lelai's body as often as she could. It was known, though, that Lelai's real attentions were on King Eion and Prince Ammon, his oldest son. She would leave Samara with a gentle kiss and not return until the early morning from Prince Ammon's chambers, usually along with Ismaray. Sometimes the Prince would call for both Lelai and Samara, but more often than not Samara would be sat waiting up for Lelai to return, settled in the nest of pillows and blankets closest to the main entryway to their chambers. Blade would wait with her, and their twin forms would look like ghosts in the moonlight. Amairani would awake to the sounds of Samara crying sometimes, when Lelai wouldn't return until after sunrise - her arms encircling the waist of Ismaray, both smelling of their sex and giggling with whisperings of Prince Ammon. Blade would comfort her, kissing her cheeks, putting his forehead against Samara's, and speaking with his lips so close to hers they could have been kissing. But last night Lelai hadn't been called to Prince Ammon, and she had pulled Samara into her bed early for the night. Samara lazily opened her eyes and looked up to Amairani as she untangled herself from Lelai, who she kissed gently on both of her nipples. Lelai stirred and wrapped her leg tightly around Samara, and pulled her against her naked body, whining in protest. "So lazy," Caiseal said under his breath as he pulled on Lelai's hair. She opened her eyes completely and stuck out her tongue, before pulling Samara tighter against her. She started to kiss Samara hungrily, and Samara's eyes lolled back. Amairani rolled her eyes and pinched Samara's tight ass gently, earning only a slight murmur from between Lelai's kisses. Caiseal took Amairani's hand and led her away, kissing the back of her neck, "We've at least gotten them awake, it can be Willow's job to get them off of each other," he said into her shoulder, referring to Lelai's attendant. Next they came to Blade, to find his curtains already opened, him sat on the edge with his elbows resting on his knees, watching his twin and his sister delve into one another. His hair was short and cropped as Samara's was, and his face was just as delicate except for the hard line of his jaw and a long scar that ran from the edge of his mouth straight up towards the top of his eyebrow. His strong arms and torso were also covered in scars, and made him seem more alien than his eyes did. He had been trained first to be a warrior slave on the island, and had gotten his scars as all the others had from their training in combat. But when they were auctioned off into separate tents, they took pity on Samara, who clung to him desperately on the ship. The attendant to the king only decided to take them as a pair, thinking their golden features would complement the belongings of the royal family well. But he was quiet, rough, and left marks on whomever he was with. He surprisingly became the favorite of the King's daughter, Princess Amalia, who was the softest and sweetest flower of King Eion. Fariha would also slip into his bed often, where he'd silently take her, sending her into crashing orgasms over and over again. He'd bury his cock in her cunt, grabbing at her ass and leaving trails of his fingernail marks up and down her back, fucking her violently and leaving her shaking in his arms as he kissed her tears. His eyes were narrowed as he watched them, but Amairani could see his cock was hard against his inner thigh. She smiled and deftly moved to kneel behind him on his bed, and wrapped her hand around the girth of him. He smiled, and reached up to stroke Amairani's cheek and her golden lips, and wrapped his hand around hers on his cock. He didn't take his eyes off Samara and Lelai, and Amairani stroked him slowly, whispering into his ear so only he could hear her, "Brother, I know you want to join them. Like you told me once, you want to take Lelai, and make her cum for hours over and over again. And do the same to your sister, cover the bruises you give her in your cum," she licked up the side of his neck, passing over his crescent scar. "Remember all the times you've cum in me, telling me about the times you've thought about it?" She felt his cock twitch in her hand and his hand tightened around hers, moving her soft fingers faster up and down the length of him. Caiseal moved to lean against the post of Blade's bed, watching them with his head tilted. Amairani fed into Blade's lusts often (which everyone thought was reserved only for Lelai), because it made him use her harder and deeper. "Cum in me again while you watch them, Blade. Cum in me and think of Samara's cunt around you," she whispered almost inaudibly into his ear, her other hand digging her fingernails into his hard chest. He looked back at her and narrowed his eyes, but turned to grab her roughly by her waist to pull her onto his lap, where she grabbed his cock and placed the head of it underneath her cunt, "fuck me, brother, do it." She whispered, in her softest voice, trying to speak as Samara did. He pulled her hips violently down onto him, impaling Amairani's cunt completely, with his balls touching her as he began to fuck her brutally. Over Amairani's shoulder, which his teeth were dug into as she bounced on him and moaned into his neck, he watched Lelai drag her tongue down the middle of Samara's body. Samara wriggled in delight with two of Lelai's fingers already in her cunt, which Lelai finally reached and kissed softly. She removed her fingers and held open Samara's lips with them instead, and laved her tongue hard up and down the length of her cunt, making Samara moan and grab at the sheets desperately. At the sound of her moan, Blade slammed his cock over and over again into Amairani's cunt, spanking her, slapping the chains into her ass deeply. He tore his gaze away from Samara, to look into Amairani's green eyes, and wrapped one of his hands around her throat, "You are the death of me," he whispered with his forehead against hers, fucking her as hard as he could, gripping her throat harder and harder with every thrust of his hips against hers. Behind her, he heard Samara's moan drag out, no doubt as Lelai began to lap and suck at her clit and fill her with her fingers again. As Samara's moan ended and Amairani gasped for air and her cunt became even tighter around him, he filled Amairani's hips with his cum and let go of her throat, his eyes locked on hers as they both breathed deeply against each other. "You're welcome," she said as she caught her breath, kissing his fine lips softly. Her cunt ached terribly and her ass was sore and tingling, but she felt his cum run down her thighs as she got up from his lap, and kissed him again. He looked up at her and smiled again, spanking her painfully from the edge of the bed before he got up and walked to the archway where his attendant, Ivy, was waiting for him. Ivy had just finished preparing Delos for the day, and he walked out of the archway and saw Amairani standing with cum running down her inner thighs, "Already, sister? You can't even wait for me?" He said with mock anguish. Amairani got some of Blade's cum on her finger and sucked it off and nodded, garnering a playful smile from Delos. She knew the smile all too well, and went to hide behind Caiseal as Delos walked towards her, light dancing on his chains. The chains of the men who were pleasure slaves were much less elaborate, and the jewels they wore were on a small wreathe of chains they wore on their heads. Delos's chains only wrapped around his wrists and ran up to his neck, where it was loosely wrapped around and then ran down his arm and around his other wrist. They also wore a small chain around the base of their cocks, and ones around their ankles. Only his chest was painted, his nipples golden with lines radiating from them, and he was similarly covered in gold and white powder. The jewels were stark against Delos's short black hair, and he had a short black beard that Ivy trimmed every morning. He and Caiseal were the most handsome of their brothers; he had strong and royal features, broad shoulders, and tight muscles. He was playful, and spent much of his time vying for Amairani's, Lelai's, and Queen Netsanet's time, and was very much enjoyed by the three princesses: Princesses Raya and Iman - the oldest twin daughters of the King - and Princess Amalia. "I want to say good morning," he said from beside Lelai's bed, and nodded to the spot in front of him. Caiseal looked back at Amairani, hoping she wouldn't leave him bereft of the feeling of her breasts on his back, with her arms wrapped around him from behind, using him as her shield with a playful glint in her eyes as she watched Delos. But she kissed Caiseal on his shoulder, and walked towards Delos, her hips swaying as she did whenever she walked. Delos took her in, roaming his eyes slowly over her body, even though he had memorized every bit of it time after time. She stopped when the edges of her toes touched the edges of his, looking up at him, for Delos was at least two heads taller than her. "Good morning brother," she said, feigning innocence, looking up at him with big eyes and pouting lips. Delos was entrancing, his eyes were hypnotic, and his cock was especially large. He had come just before Amairani and Caiseal to Asteria, and when the Princesses had seen him, they had immediately called them to their chambers, and shared him for a week straight. He was adored by Princesses Raya and Iman, with whom he would sometimes spend days on end with, never leaving their beds, his cock getting shared by the beautiful twins. But he would sometimes get called to Queen Netsanet, and he'd press his lips to her cunt and taste her, his cock the hardest it could be, and tease her until her cum ran down his chin. He loved to fuck his sisters, but he especially wanted to use Amairani and Lelai the way that Princesses Raya and Iman used him - for days on end, their bodies only his. He felt they were the most beautiful of his sisters, and he'd pull Lelai away from Samara and into the shadows of the halls of Asteria, and devour her cunt while she rode his face. He'd pull Amairani into places where they may get caught when they were to be in their chambers, his favorite being the throne room, where he'd pull Amairani into the shadows behind King Eion's large throne, and fuck her against the back of it. Smiling at her, he pulled her against him by her ass and crushed his lips against hers, tasting her lips and her tongue, her body tight against his. Caiseal looked away as Delos possessed Amairani's mouth with his, and towards Otho and Fariha, who had been dressed and painted already, and were joined by Ismaray, who had also been readied. She saw him looking and smiled gently at him, for she was the only one who really understood how deeply he wanted Amairani, and how even her receiving attentions from his brothers wrought at him. She got up, and came towards him, and held out her hand, "Come sit with me until Ianthe comes to get you ready," she said. He took her hand but pulled her against his front, his arms around her waist from behind, following her as she walked towards the nests closest to the open wall. He sat down and Ismaray sat on his lap and put her cheek against his, running her fingers through his curls, "you are too sweet for your own good, brother." He smiled and ran his hands over her body, her long waves of blonde hair tickling his hands as he ran them over her back. Ismaray was the sweetest of all of his sisters, and she would come to soothe him when she sensed his distress over Amairani, or anything. She had a dazzling smile, and soft blue-green eyes; her lips were red, making a round pleasant mouth that loved to kiss everyone. Her breasts were smaller than even Samara's, but her ass was even rounder and fuller than Fariha's, and was second to King Eion's enjoyment of Amairani. She, Caiseal, and Amairani were a bit of a trio, for whenever Amairani would sleep in Caiseal's bed, it would only be when she had spent the night between Caiseal and Ismaray. King Eion's favorite slaves were, without question, Amairani and Ismaray. He called to Ismaray more often than the other girls, but not as often as he did to Amairani, who even was called more than Queen Netsanet. King Eion used Ismaray's ass whenever he called her, always on the balcony of the royal family's tower with his hands in her hair. She loved to bend over for him, and have him fill her with his magnificent cock. He would use her ass and then have her lick his cock clean, then spend time doing his work in his library tower with Ismaray naked on his lap. She would sometimes fall asleep there, with his hands trying in vain to grasp her ass in one handful, or with his cock buried in her cunt as she straddled him. He doted on Amairani and Ismaray constantly, always wanting them to be by his side, kneeling at his feet or curled up in his lap. They both loved him dearly, and would without question do whatever his deep voice commanded of them. But Ismaray still loved her brothers and sisters more than she did even King Eion. She preferred Caiseal and Amairani to anyone, and paid attention to them more than she did her other brothers and sisters, for she cared for them more deeply than she could explain. She was kissing Caiseal's neck gently, and he cupped the cheeks of her ass in his strong hands as she continued to whisper to him, "If King Eion doesn't call for Amairani tonight, we'll come to you." He nodded and put his forehead against hers, and she smiled too, "If he does call for her, then you're stuck with just me." He slapped her ass playfully and grabbed it hard, filling the spaces between his fingers with the soft flesh of her, "Then you'd best make it up to me, and crawl between my legs." He said in a mock serious tone. "Of course," Ismaray giggled and hugged her body to him tightly. Delos had released Amairani from his embrace, and she had taken to going to wake up Daya, who was still sleeping even through all of the screams and moans of pleasure that always surrounded her during the mornings. Amairani jumped on top of her sleeping sister, and tickled her through the sheets. Daya awoke giggling and playfully swatting at Amairani, "Get off, get o-," her protests were cut off by Amairani's lips on hers, and she kissed her happily, sending shivers through Daya's body. Amairani loved Daya's lips, they were large and soft and a deep red, as though she had stained them with berries every morning. She always tasted sweet, and she was always smiling and light. Her skin was satin and tanned like Amairani's, and her brown hair was tightly curled and fell to beneath her shoulder blades. Everything about her was soft - her breasts that were the largest of her sisters, her ass that bounced as she walked, and her thick thighs, and flat stomach. King Eion's youngest son, Prince Kieran, was her favorite, and she was his; he called to her nearly every morning, and she would usually spend the entire day and evening with him, kneeling at his side. When she laughed it filled up the room and chased away any shadows. And she loved to be coddled and paid attention to, loved to be cradled and held. She would curl up in Prince Kieran's lap while he did his work, and nip at his neck occasionally. When she was with her brothers and sisters, she'd find a lap to crawl in as well, and kiss and play with them until they made her cum. She was almost as insatiable as Amairani, and would cum hard every orgasm she had, making herself dizzy and even gigglier. Amairani pinched her thighs softly, and ran her hands up her sides and groped at her breasts, "Daya get out of bed. You sleep far too much." She smiled and sucked on her sister's hard, long, pierced nipple; popping it out of her mouth and going to the other. Daya wriggled under her attentions, "And you sleep far too little." She sighed and held her breasts up for Amairani, watching her gold lips try and get around as much of her breasts as she could. She reached down and felt Blade's cum on Amairani's thighs, and got as much as she could, scooping it out of Amairani's pussy with her fingers. She brought it up to her lips, and smiled at Amairani before she licked and sucked them clean, and showed Amairani Blade's cum on her tongue. Amairani smiled too and slid up Daya's body, and wrapped her arms around her neck, and licked Daya's tongue clean of his cum. They continued to playfully flick their tongues against one another's, while Daya played with Amairani's ass cheeks and her chains. Amairani rubbed her cunt against Daya, and began to suck on her sister's tongue slowly. Amairani was the only one of her sister's that could make Daya's cunt so instantly ache; and she wrapped a leg around her sister's waist to grind more fully into her. Amairani returned her mouth to Daya's nipples, biting them and pulling them, and slapped her breast gently and playfully. The other side of Daya's bed filled with the morning light, as their attention to each other was illuminated by Uri and Aiken. Uri was Otho's younger brother, and he was large and muscular, but not even a third of the size that Otho was. He was tall and dark like his brother, but his hair was cut short and he had a beard a little thicker than Delos's; his eyes were bright like his brother's but his lips were full and gentle. He was quiet and serious, unlike Otho's strong but boisterous demeanor. But, like his sisters, one of his favorite playthings was his brother's cock, which he would attend to when no one else was around. Otho would fuck him when no one else could see them for he didn't like for anyone to know about them - and because they had kept his preference for fucking Uri a secret from The Sisters, and he had started to like their meetings in dark corners and empty rooms. They were quick and hot, Uri sucking on Otho's cock almost to the point of him cumming, but then Otho pulled his brother up and spun him around, and fucked him until he released into Uri. Their relationship was quite the secret, but Uri's preference for cock wasn't limited to Otho's. He would get on his knees to suck the cocks of Aiken, Prince Kieran (who would sometimes send Daya away just to have Uri come and kneel between his legs while the throne room was empty, and make him suck on his cock for hours in the shadows until Uri could no longer feel his jaw), and King Eion's second oldest son, Prince Daemon (who was notorious in the kingdom for sleeping with many men and women - and he even fucked Kieran, when they were utterly alone), quite often. He did love to lavish his sister's cunts, and he would fuck Amairani and Samara when he wanted to feel the absolute tightness of their little cunts - but his mouth would water at the sight of his brothers' cocks, and he'd service them for hours when they asked for his mouth. Twelve Pleasure Slaves Ch. 01 Prince Daemon and Prince Kieran were not the only pair in the royal family that would enjoy each other - the entirety of the royal family would play together, very often with the pleasure slaves involved. King Eion most enjoyed his twin daughters, who would cater to their father's - their king's - cock with their mouths or whom he would watch eat each other's cunts while he buried his cock in Amairani or in Ismaray. Amairani would be called to the king's chambers maybe once or twice a week, and lick King Eion's cock with his twins on either side of her, their tongues touching hers as they all shared his large cock between them. Then King Eion would tell them to stand up, and then kiss his daughters deeply and slowly, often at the same time, with one sitting on each of his strong thighs, while Amairani continued to suck his throbbing cock. Then they would lay on the floor before him, and lay next to each other, and lick and suck slowly at each other's cunts, their moans filling his chambers, while King Eion would be fucking Amairani from behind as she bent over, him standing up and looking down at his twins. That was the only pairing in the royal family that Amairani was privy to, though she knew of others that went on as well. Uri was standing behind Aiken, his hard cock pressed between his cheeks, as they watched Amairani and Daya share Blade's cum and taste each other. He reached in front of him to stroke his cock, feeling the weight of his erection in his hand. "Daya, come suck your brother's cock," Uri said when Daya and Amairani stopped their long kiss, "he needs your mouth on him." Daya bit her lip and smiled at Aiken, whom she always blushed around and was nervous around because of how much she liked him, he was her favorite brother to play with even though she knew that he didn't feel the same about her. Aiken was even quieter than Blade, he barely ever spoke, and he had only been living in the castle for a few months. He was tall, slim, and unimpressive to look at - until you got to his cock. His cock was the largest of all of his brothers, even larger than Otho's, and he used it so well that the first time he fucked Amairani he brought her to tears, and she clung to him for the rest of the night to have more of him. But his silence was off-putting and only Daya made efforts with him anymore. "Go on," Uri stepped to stand beside Aiken and held Daya's chin and guided her mouth to the tip of Aiken's tremendous cock, "be a good girl." He pulled gently on Daya's chin to open her mouth and she tried her best to get halfway down Aiken's cock, but as still half an inch short, even after practicing on his cock nearly every day. Aiken still moved Uri's hand away though, and stroked Daya's cheek as he gently fucked her pretty mouth, gently pushing more of himself into her. Amairani watched in fascination as Daya pushed herself, her eyes watering and her fists pulling at the sheets so she wouldn't choke on him, while Amairani stroked her sensitive clit. The pleasure slaves would do this every morning, begin their day with orgasms - an abundance, almost a frenzy, of climbing into each other's beds to wake one another up with their mouths, fingers, tongues, cunts, cocks, asses, anything; an abundance of fucking while the early morning sunlight poured into their room, the beautiful bodies of the slaves decorated with gold and jewels. They were all god-like in their perfection, and they all worshipped each other's bodies with a reverential devotion when they started their day, and continued to do so until they ended it. Their little world of hedonism only broken when their attendants opened up the heavy curtains of their chamber's largest archway, and they all proceeded in two lines to the throne room, where they would wait all day unless called by one of the royal family. Twelve Pleasure Slaves Ch. 02 It's been a while since I've posted, but I've gotten a lot of emails in regards to the story, so I am posting more. Thank you for all of your wonderful emails and responses. I do plan on posting more regularly. ***** "You all need to get in your lines, immediately." Nathada growled and looked over the slaves with her narrowed eyes. Her small body was in a huff while she tapped her bare foot and waited for her charges to make their way to the main arch of their chambers. Amairani was frightened of Nathada, she was an absolute figure in Asteria, and she had been around to see the reigns of three kings. Nathada was also someone Amairani couldn't work her charms on, a woman completely frigid and direly old. Her skin was like parchment dusted with the white sands of the beaches of the Zharian, with silky white hair braided into a coil on top of her head. When the slaves had heard Nathada come into the room, followed by their attendants, they got up from their beds and nests of pillows and blankets, and had gone to their spots in line so that their attendants could make sure they were ready to go to the throne room. "King Eion is meeting with the council today, as you all know." Nathada said as she circled the lines the slaves had made, looking them over. "So you will not have the luxury of leaving the throne room whenever you feel like it when one of the royals has not called for you." She looked pointedly to Delos, who she had just scolded only yesterday for getting caught in one of the gardens with one of Princess Raya's chamber servants. Delos kept his eyes forward, looking at the back of Otho's braid while Lelai giggled next to him. "I expect you to be the picture of obedience and silence while the king speaks to his council, and while the visitors come in from the trading ships to see Queen Netsanet afterwards. You best make yourselves comfortable kneeling when you get into the throne room, because I doubt you will be moving from your places for a long while." Nathada said once she got to the front of the line, her black, beady eyes looking at each of their faces. "Yes Mistress Nathada," they all said in unison. She nodded and began walking towards the arch, and the slaves followed her in step. The attendants followed close behind, the four of them clothed in sheer black cloth to denote their status. The slaves walked in pairs, with Amairani and Caiseal at the front, and Uri and Daya in the back. As Nathada led them through the halls, Amairani's eyes wandered, taking in every bit of Asteria as she did whenever she was walked to the throne room. Their chambers were connected to long hallways that wrapped around the castle and went straight to the throne room, with several other passages along the right side that led to other places around the castle. The only passages that opened from the outside were the ones from the kitchens and the attendants' rooms - all of the other doors could only be opened from the inside and were guarded constantly by King Eion's warriors. The left side of the serpentine passageway was left completely exposed, just as half of the slaves' chambers were. From her long walk to the throne room, Amairani could see the Zharian, and she could see the hundreds of large trade ships docked along its beaches, and her cunt tingled with excitement. This was her first time seeing any of the merchants since she had been brought to the King's tent when she had been made a royal slave one year ago. The trading was done only every other year, and Ismaray had told Amairani that the merchants from several kingdoms were allowed to use the pleasure slaves, if King Eion granted them permission. Ismaray had told her of one merchant from the Beyrine Kingdom, where Luana imported their jewels from (the jewels Amairani now wore on her body and her cunt), that had been given leave to take one of the pleasure slaves for the night. He had chosen Ismaray, and had taken her to his ship, where he laid her on a bed of smooth dragon's diamond, and had fucked her with one of the longer stones, while his cock was buried in her supple ass. She said he spoke gently into her ear the whole night, while she licked the jewel clean of her own cum and he continued to fuck her ass, until he came onto her belly, and told her to coat the diamond with it and fuck herself while she sucked his cock. She was made to fuck herself with the jewel all night, and before he sent her away she said he told her he would make a wonderful necklace from the jewel for one of his wives in Beyrine. Amairani had never been used by a man or woman that wasn't from Luana, and she had only been outside of the Asteria once in the past year with King Eion, when he took her and his daughters into a cave behind one of the waterfalls that fed the Sun Streams, and when she thought of that time she felt weak with desire. King Eion had treated her as if she was one of his children, and there had been no chains or formalities like there was in the castle. It had been spent entirely nude, and Amairani had spent individual time with each of the princesses, and copious time with all three of them and their father together. When she was alone with King Eion in the castle, he would often ask her to recount to him her favorite memory from the cave, and it would end with her spent on top of him while his cum seeped out of her cunt. "Amairani, keep up," Nathada hissed from ahead of her, and Amairani noticed she had been lagging, thinking about the King's cock filling up her cunt. Caiseal snickered, having noticed the glazed look she had on her face. Amairani reached over and pinched his thigh hard. "Hey!" He yelped and smacked her ass. Nathada spun around and the slaves stopped dead, some of them bumping into each other. "You two," she said and looked up at both of them, "will stop immediately if you know what's good for you. I will not have this behavior on today of all days. You know how important today is for King Eion and Luana, if you both cannot show you can behave then it will reflect poorly on the King. And on me," she stepped closer threateningly, causing Caiseal to stumble back a little. "Yes Mistress Nathada," Amairani purred and smiled at her, pleased with the little delay she had caused. She knew it would make Caiseal find some way to get back at her later, which usually ended in a nice spanking from him and a few orgasms from her. Nathada spun around and continued down the hallway, almost to the throne room doors. Amairani kept her posture straight and her hips swaying, just as she always did, and ignored Caiseal's side eyes to her all the way to the throne room. When they arrived at the great stained glass doors, the guards waited for Nathada's signal. She looked over her shoulder at her charges once more, sighed as she shook her head, and then turned back to nod at the guards. The two hulking men pulled open the doors. Amairani's stomach fluttered, she loved being in the front of the line. Nathada led them into the nearly empty throne room; they walked along the edge of the cavernous room and towards the high throne. The throne room itself reminded Amairani of The Sister's Hall back on the island, with its blinding white walls covered in intricate mosaics of gold and jewels and highly arched windows that let light pour in onto the dark tiled floor. In the middle of the throne room was King Eion's magnificent throne, it was a great gold chair with a high and straight back, crusted with emeralds and smaller jewels - encircling the throne was a great stone dragon, its scales made of emeralds and its frozen wings towering over the top of the throne, three times the chair's height. The dragon had terrified and thrilled Amairani when she was first introduced into the throne room, where she had been sent in alone in the middle of the night, with King Eion waiting for her on the throne. The slaves were seated on either side of the dragon, kneeling on the cold hard floor for as long as they were told. Queen Netsanet sat on a smaller throne that was nestled between the dragon's thick neck and one of his massive claws, while all the royal children sat on small golden stools with deep seats and plush cushions, encircled by the dragons tail and another of his great set of claws. When the King and his family and his slaves were all there, they covered the expansive space between either end of the dragon all the way to the lines of flowing plants and flowers that spilled out of the windows and crawled behind the throne. "Take your places," Nathada ordered once they reached the dragon, The slaves scattered to kneel in their lines of three, Amairani kneeling next to the head with Ismaray and Lelai beside her; Fariha sat behind her with Daya and Samara next to her. Delos took his place next to the tail of the dragon, he sat next to the dragon in the front row of each group of slaves like Amairani because he usually led the lines with her, but had been placed in another spot because of his indiscretion with the chamber servant. Next to Delos sat Caiseal and Otho; behind Delos were Uri, then Aiken and Blade. The attendants flanked each group in twos, and Nathada paced in front of them, her hands smoothing down her hair. "If King Eion sends any of you out to the traders, you will treat them as though they are a part of the royal family. They are not allowed to release their seed into you." She looked for a moment at Fariha, who she knew had a liking for cum in all of her holes, and Fariha blushed but did not look away. "If you are not called by the traders or the royal family, then you have been given leave to roam about the castle as you please - but only according to your restrictions." She looked at Aiken, "Aiken, since you are fairly new, where are you not allowed to go?" Aiken stiffened at Nathada's attention and said tersely, "We are not allowed to go beyond the front doors of the throne room, the doors leading outside of the other servants' quarters, to go over the walls in the gardens, or to go out to the beaches without at least two guards and permission from you." "And?" Nathada raised an eyebrow. "We are not allowed to go to the royal family's chambers without having been called and escorted." Aiken said quickly. He blushed more deeply than Fariha had and tightened his lips together. Nathada nodded and began to walk away just as more servants began flooding in with huge pillows and blankets for the visitors to sit on, some carrying in long benches of gold or seats of gold for the higher visitors to sit on. Amairani watched them prepare four large nests of pillows and blankets, each with one golden chair in the middle or a bench among the silks. "They'll have four families coming from the trading kingdoms, well, important families. They never bring benches unless they bring wives or children with them." Ismaray whispered to Amairani. Amairani smiled to herself and looked over at her sister. Ismaray looked back at her with a little glint in her eye, "I do hope we get called on together, think of the fun we could have.' She giggled and touched Amairani's hand with her fingertips. Amairani smiled and took Ismaray's hand and bit her fingertip softly. She looked over to see both Caiseal and Delos watching them with an amused look on their faces, but then followed their eyes when they suddenly turned to look behind Ismaray and Amairani. Amairani looked beside her and saw that Samara had leaned up to put her head on Lelai's shoulder, and had begun to kiss up and down her neck, her white blonde hair covering Lelai's dark face as she moved up to kiss her sister, their tongues swirling together as Samara's hand trailed down the front of her body. Amairani tightened her thighs. Lelai rolled her head back on to Samara's shoulder when Samara's fingers reached her clit, which she rubbed slowly and gently, squeezing it between her fingers when it had gotten swollen and wet for her. Lelai let out a little moan when Samara pushed a finger into cunt, alerting the attendants to their misbehaving. Willow, Lelai's attendant, got up immediately and gingerly separated the two girls, readjusting Lelai's jewels and hair as Samara sat back and sucked on her finger and giggled. The doors at the end of the hall flung open, and in walked a retinue of guards, with King Eion and Queen Netsanet behind, the royal children pulling up the rear with two servants each. Amairani sat up straight and laid her hands on her thighs with her palms upturned, and breathed deeply and slowly to still her fast-beating heart. The guards dispersed through the room taking their various places, and King Eion walked confidently towards the dragon, his eyes roaming around the room leisurely until they fell on Amairani. Amairani took in a sharp breath but held her pose and composure. King Eion's deep green eyes looked straight at her, and she looked back into them until she drug her eyes down the rest of him. She was devastated every time she looked at him, and she had learned to restrain herself from reaching for him whenever she saw him over the months. She looked at his soft mouth, looking thoughtfully at the grey hairs that had started to appear on his short but full beard and imagined the feeling of it moving along her inner thighs, his tongue laving over her clit as she arched her back. She saw a small smile on his face as he looked from one of his female pleasure slaves to the other, and she tried to look at his crotch to see any sign of an erection but the long and heavy robe he wore under his otherwise thin and dark clothing obscured it. Queen Netsanet followed him closely, looking at the set-up of the throne room more intently than King Eion had, her black eyes scanning every inch of the room as she followed her husband. Her waist-long black hair was braided elaborately and dotted with what looked like hundreds of jewels, and her full lips were blood-red petals against her pale and sharp face. Her high cheekbones were dusted with gold powder, and Amairani watched the sunlight catch her face in a shimmer, and bit her lip softly. Queen Netsanet was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. Her body was wrapped tightly in a sheer, white, silky fabric, her breasts pressed against her chest and Amairani could clearly see her pierced nipples harden in the chilly air of the throne room. Her body was quite similar to Amairani's body, with wide hips, a small waist, and small breasts, which were why Amairani had thought King Eion had favored her so much. King Eion let Queen Netsanet pass him to sit on her throne, and leaned down to kiss her softly on the lips before whispering something in her ear. She nodded deftly, touched his cheek, and settled into her throne. Delos looked at her out of the corner of his eye and she held her hand out to him, which he took immediately and kissed all over, and Caiseal and the rest of the male pleasure slaves got up and followed suit. The royal children had taken their time following their parents, and Amairani noticed that the twins, Princesses Raya and Iman, weren't even in the throne room yet. The oldest, Prince Ammon, walked in with his youngest brother, Prince Kieran, side by side. Prince Ammon looked exactly like his father, except his beard was closely shaven and black, and he had thick black curls on his head that he kept short. He was almost as large as Delos, but just as strong, he had a scar on his arm and on his neck from leading war parties over the mountains. Ammon was terribly serious with everyone but his sisters and some of the pleasure slaves (especially Ismaray and Lelai). Prince Kieran resembled his mother, with sharp aristocratic features and a soft and full mouth and he had shoulder length dark brown hair and a strong and lean body, When Prince Kieran passed the pleasure slaves, he looked at Daya briefly and winked at her, making Daya blush and smile brightly at him. Prince Ammon and Kieran went up to their mother and kissed her cheek and bowed to their father, who sat on his throne with his elbow resting on the throne, his chin set on his fist. The second oldest prince, Prince Daemon, accompanied the youngest princess, Princess Amalia. Prince Daemon looped his arm with Amalia's and whispered something to her as they walked towards the dragon. Amalia giggled and looked at one of the servant girls, who blushed and ducked down to fix some of the pillows that were already straight. Amairani couldn't help but smile when she saw Prince Daemon - he was constantly exuding energy. He had black eyes and black hair like Queen Netsanet, but the strong build of his father and the height of his brother Prince Ammon. Prince Daemon was like his older brother, but more lively and playful, and free of scars or blemishes on his pale porcelain skin. Amairani always thought him to be the perfect mix of his royal parents. Prince Daemon greeted his mother and father the same way Prince Ammon and Kieran had, and took his place among them in the dragon's tail. Princess Amalia came up to her mother, wearing a dark green gown of the same sheer fabric, but one that held onto her curves loosely. Her long brown curls were let free, and instead of jewels she had laced white flowers into them, but she wore striking dragon's diamond earrings that brought out her bright green eyes. Her face was freckled and her lips were soft but pale pink and full, and she had the longest eyelashes Amairani had ever seen. Princess Amalia came up to her father and kneeled, and kissed his hand that he held out for her. King Eion stroked her cheek slowly, and nodded towards her brothers so she would take her place. When she sat down, Amalia looked towards Blade, who looked at her directly, and she smiled devilishly at him, feeling the aching of the bruises Blade had left on her ass the previous night. Amairani looked towards the doors at the end of the throne room, waiting for Princesses Raya and Iman to make their entrances, since they probably had taken their time so they could walk in alone with a flurry of servants, swaying their hips in step with each other as they stared into King Eion's eyes all the way up to the throne. A few moments later they arrived just as she thought they would, wearing gowns like Princess Amalia's that they had tailored to fit their curves snugly, accentuating the seductive hips they inherited from Queen Netsanet. Amairani raised her eyebrows when she saw that they had recently gotten their nipples pierced, and wore dangling chains decorated with bright dragon's diamond from them. Their straight black hair was pulled back tightly into a long and thick braid, and their fine features had been dusted with gold powder. Raya smiled and her red lips shimmered as she briefly looked at her sister, Iman, whose cheeks were flushed. Amairani noticed both of their mouths looked slightly swollen aside from their natural plumpness, and got wet at the realization that they were late because they had been kissing in their chambers before they arrived. King Eion didn't change his position or look at his twin daughters as they kissed their mother on the cheeks at the same time and then kneeled in front of him and kissed his hand at the same time, but Amairani turned her head around briefly and saw him make eye contact with her and wink at her before looking away. The throne room was now filled along the edges with servants and attendants, who sat still along the walls with guards standing among them. Two attendants of King Eion came into the room, one carrying scrolls in his arms, and the other looking anxiously at an unrolled scroll with tiny writing on it. They kneeled before the dragon, and the one with the scrolls said, "Your Highness, the traders are ready and waiting." "Send them in," King Eion said and sat up in his throne, straightening his back and lacing his fingers together. The attendants scrambled up from their kneeling positions and walked quickly towards the doors, nodding at the guards, who immediately began to pull open the massive main doors to the throne room, and Amairani's stomach tingled, and she sat up completely straight. Twelve Pleasure Slaves Ch. 02 In from the main doors of the throne room came a flood of people The first group was led by a large and round man wearing several robes, his dark skin shining with sweat, his arms spread out with his palms raised up. He had a huge smile on his face and small black eyes, "Eion!" He bellowed and clapped his massive hands together. King Eion nodded at him and smiled as an attendant led the man to his nest closest to the dragon on the side of the female pleasure slaves. Amairani resisted raising her eyebrows. The large man was followed by completely nude women, all as dark or darker than him, wearing no chains or jewels like she did, just completely naked with their heads shaven bald. Their bodies were all tight, with equally large breasts and asses all larger than even Ismaray's - Amairani thought they were all replicates of each other, but noticed they had very different faces, and each had either bright green or blue eyes. They all sat very close to the large man, some on each other's laps, the ones closest to the man resting their heads on his great thighs and the ones at his feet stroking his legs and feet. They all looked around them or up at the man, their eyes sharp and focused. One of them with bright green eyes and a small sharp nose looked at Amairani and smiled, flashing white teeth and pink gums. Amairani looked at her, but did not smile back, since she had been told by Nathada and Ismaray to show no interest in anyone but the traders themselves or their families who sat on benches beside them. The next man to walk in wore all white robes, his white hair falling down his back in waves; his skin was tight but aged, and he did not smile, but kept his body erect and tight together. His eyes looked blood red, and he frightened Amairani. He came up to the dragon, bowed at King Eion and Queen Netsanet, and was led by an attendant to a nest closest to the male pleasure slaves. This man was accompanied by a small group of women behind him, who all had white curly hair that fell to their hips, and wore tightly fitted white robes around their long bodies. Amairani could tell these women were related; they were all look-alikes of one another, four women that looked and walked exactly the same. Behind them walked a group of men in lines of three, wearing white cloths around their waists and nothing else, all carrying heavy chests filled to the brim with dragon's diamond. Amairani's snapped her head at Ismaray, who smiled at the man in all white, who was looking right at her. This must have been the man that had made Ismaray fuck herself with dragon's diamond, and Amairani found herself dizzy at the thought of having to be so close to someone so frightening. The next group to walk in was a woman wearing a beautiful robe of many colors; she was nude underneath the robe and Amairani smiled at the warmth this woman exuded in her smile at King Eion. She came up to Eion and bowed to him and Queen Netsanet, who she kissed on the cheeks several times, and took her place next to the large man with the woman pawing at him and sitting on each other's laps. Two men and one woman followed the woman in the beautiful robe, and they were nude underneath black robes and had long brown hair like the woman did. Amairani smiled softly at the two men, who had been looking at her since they came in, and Amairani could see their erect cocks once they sat down on a bench next to the woman. They came in alone save three servants, and Amairani guessed what they traded was too large to be carried into the throne room by men. The two men smiled at Amairani when she smiled at them, and the woman with them reached over to the man next to her and moved her hand over his cock, and looked into Amairani's eyes. The women stroked the cock of the man next to her and moved the robe over his crotch so no one could see, and Amairani saw the man tense up and try and maintain his composure while the woman played with him. Amairani could feel herself blushing and getting wet, and she looked away with a demure smile, playing at being innocent. She knew the more innocent she acted around these trading parties, the more fun she would get out of them, such was her experience with the people of Luana so far. The last group of traders to walk in was a pair of men. One of them was a very tall and thin man, who was dressed in all black, with very short curly grey hair and a long grey beard; the other man was almost half his companion's height but was just as thin, and had red curly hair. The man with the red hair stepped ahead of the grey-headed man and smiled at the King, "Eion, my friend." He said, his voice incredibly deep. He led his party towards the throne and stepped up to the King, who hugged him with a clap on his back, and then kissed the cheek of Queen Netsanet gingerly. "Thank you for having us once again." He said proudly. The man with the red hair sat on the golden chair, and the grey-haired man sat on the bench next to him. A large retinue of male accompanied them and female servants that carried bunches of neatly tied scrolls in each arm. King Eion stood up and clapped his hands together with a smile on his face, "Welcome to Luana my friends. I know you have traveled much to get to our shores, and Queen Netsanet and myself look forward to the coming days of prosperous trade. There is much to be done, to be discussed, in the coming days. I know that many of our kingdoms have been engaged in helping Luana to fight the war against the kingdom over the mountains, and this time of trade will replenish all of us in some of what we have lost." The traders and their companions murmured in agreement, and Eion continued with a growing smile, "As I said, you have traveled far, and we would like to reward you for these travels," the doors to the throne room opened again as he spoke, "with many of the pleasures that Luana may offer you." In through the doors came the man Amairani recognized as owning the largest whorehouse in Luana, accompanied by a flood of males and females who were nude, with their hair tied up or smoothed back, all dusted heavily in golden powder. Amairani couldn't believe they all fit into the remaining space of the throne room, with all of the servants and guards of the traders that had taken their places around the room who had not gotten to sit in the nests of pillows and blankets. The room was no longer chilly, but Amairani's shivered at the excitement of what was to come. She felt eyes roaming all over her, and did not blush or shy away, but proudly kept her position and looked straight ahead of her at nothing. King Eion continued speaking as the owner of the whorehouse walked up to the throne and bowed, with his retinue of slaves coming behind him, all of them looking around with amazement at the throne room some of them had never been in before. The man who owned the whorehouse was deeply tanned, and Amairani had guessed he was around the same age as King Eion, with his full head of black hair thickly tied into a braid. His eyes were bright green and kind, his arms were strong and looked like the sinewy muscles between them could easily carry Amairani, as they had done on occasion. "Many of you know Kai, our master of pleasure slaves," King Eion's deep voice rippled above the murmuring throng of people. Kai bowed deeply and clapped his hands twice, and all of his slaves stiffened and looked towards King Eion. Kai walked up to the throne, looking fondly on the faces of several of the pleasure slaves as he did. Amairani smiled up at him, beaming as she saw the man responsible for choosing her to be a pleasure slave at Asteria for their king. As Kai greeted the royal family and King Eion continued his speech to the trading parties, Amairani looked around, straining to see everyone she could without moving her head or upper body too much so she could maintain her pose. Her legs had begun to ache and she felt they would fall asleep soon if King Eion or Nathada did not call on her. She looked to her right and studied the large dark man with the many women still reaching for him or stroking him. The man absentmindedly stroked the neck of one of the women as she leaned further into him, clutching at his robes. Amairani looked to her left and saw the man with the red eyes surveying the room as well, while the four women behind him looked bored and kept their gazes toward the king and his family. Amairani could not see the nude woman with the colored robe, or the two men and the woman that had accompanied her, and she resisted a pout when she realized she would have to wait to play with them some more. Neither could see the two thin men with the scrolls as the dull golden bodies of Kai's slaves blocked them from her sight. There was a sudden uproar of applause, and Amairani drew her attention back to King Eion, who had stepped down from his throne. Kai and Queen Netsanet joined him, and together they walked through the throng of slaves and were followed by each of the four traders. Amairani panicked for a moment and looked around, and saw that her brothers and sisters remained in their poses but had stiffened; she looked at Caiseal, who caught her eye and nodded reassuringly. Nathada appeared from the crowd, followed by the pleasure slaves' four attendants. The room was buzzing with talk from the remaining members of the trading parties and their many companions and servants. Nathada nodded at the attendants, and Mira immediately came up to Amairani with a sly smiled on her face. Amairani raised and eyebrow. "King Eion has asked for you to come and wait in his chambers." Mira whispered as she took Amairani's slender hand. Amairani let out a long and slow breath, a sudden feeling of relief washing over her. While the traders had been interesting and certainly a fun challenge to consider, she secretly had wanted to spend time with King Eion, with the feel of his familiar hands and lips, before she jumped into new waters. As Amairani was led through the crowds, she looked to her side to see the two men and the woman who had teased her earlier. The woman had disappeared, but the two men smiled at her mischievously, nodding as she passed. Amairani bit her plump lower lip softly and smiled at them. Mira led her swiftly through Kai's slaves, who parted for Amairani as they had for King Eion and his party. Amairani knew they thought of her and her brothers and sisters as superior, and enjoyed their eyes lowering as she passed. Inside King Eion's chambers, Amairani waited in the same pose she had been in inside the throne room next to the great dragon's head. Mira had reapplied her golden makeup and dusted her again with gold powder after smoothly applying rose oil to her nipples and her cunt. Amairani felt the high sun beat on her, and watched it make her tanned skin absolutely glow and the gold chains on her tight body shimmer. She felt like she had been dipped in gold, and a smile crept onto her golden lips. She reveled in her own beauty, and often traced the outlines of her perfect curves in the middle of the night in the dark pillar of her large bed, thanking every god she could name for blessing her with a body only kings could have. King Eion's chambers were impressive, even though she had been in them hundreds of times. She kneeled in the middle of a circular depression in the middle of the room, right in front of his bed that was four times larger than her own. The shallow pit she kneed in was like a larger and more richly decorated nest that was in the pleasure slaves' chambers, filled to the brim with huge silk pillows and thick blankets. Thick tapestries detailing the history of Luana covered the stone walls. To Amairani's left was a double archway that led out onto King Eion's private balcony, obscured from view by round walls and a latticed roof from which flowers and vines hung. The balcony looked out on the Zharian, which blazed bright blue from the high sun. On the balcony was a similar pit to the one Amairani was in, but this one was smaller and had a fire pit in the middle of it for when King Eion used it during the cold days. To Amairani's right were several doors, two of which Amairani knew the purpose of. One was to the King's own lavatory, which Amairani had used many times; the other was a direct passage to the slaves' quarters, the dark hall that Amairani had walked through many times, holding a candle she kept under her bed for when she wanted to see King Eion without him calling for her. When she surprised him, it often resulted in a severe spanking from him, followed by a bath in his lavatory and his hands desperately clinging to her as she rode his cock. Amairani squirmed slightly in her pose, thinking of his hands that were going to be on her soon. Amairani waited. She waited until the sun had begun to move past her warm body, and cast shadows in the room on her. She waited. She waited until the room was flooded with the warm colors of the setting sun. Her legs had completely fallen asleep, but she did no move from her position. Her stomach growled angrily at her, and Amairani realized she hadn't eaten since Mira had woken her up. She waited. Amairani waited until the sun had set, and cool breezes from the Zharian flew into King Eion's dark chambers. Amairani tried not to grow angry as she waited. She tried to relax her breathing as the sun had disappeared and her body ached painfully from holding her pose. Her eyes only welled up once, and she scolded herself with pinches on her supple thighs until the sting of the tears completely faded away. When her stomach growled loudly for the third time, the doors to King Eion's chambers slowly opened, and in walked Mira, with a cup of water, a small bowl of golden makeup, and another small bowl of rose oil. She set them down in front of Amairani as she went to light the many candles in the room. Mira kneeled in front of Amairani with and apologetic look on her face, and brought the cup of water to her lips. Amairani drank from the cup slowly, looking above Mira's head and at the doors. As Mira reapplied her makeup Amairani remained still, with her back straight and her head high, shoulders back. "He's coming soon." Mira whispered as she rubbed the rose oil over Amairani's cunt, gently caressing her in a circular motion. Amairani faltered for a moment and smiled down at Mira, looking at her for the first time since the girl had come in. She leaned down and kissed Mira on the lips, "Oh?" She kissed her again, slowly, as Mira's fingers stroked her pussy slower and more firmly. "I hadn't noticed the time pass." Amairani said and flicked her pink tongue against Mira's. Mira smiled and took her hand away from Amairani's wet cunt. Amairani nodded and Mira gathered her things and left the room, the door closing softly behind her. Amairani practiced breathing slowly in and out as she waited, closing her eyes and thinking of a few nights before, when Ismaray and Caiseal had slept in her bed. She could almost feel Caiseal's hard cock pressing into her ass, his hand reached around her front to play with her swollen clit. Ismaray was pulled tight against Amairani, with Amairani's leg wrapped around her waist. Caiseal sat up on one elbow and watched his sisters kiss each other deeply, feeling Ismaray grind her wet pussy against his hand as he began to finger fuck Amairani, who arched her back and pushed her ass more firmly against his aching cock. Amairani moaned from his attentions and grabbed Ismaray's ass, kneading the heavy flesh between her fingers, exploring her sister's mouth with her tongue. No one tasted as sweet as Ismaray. Caiseal removed his fingers from her cunt, Amairani's juices completely coating them, and kissed her and Ismaray on the cheeks before he moved to guide his cock into Amairani's pussy. As his thick cock slid into her, Amairani moaned sweetly and she pulled Ismaray's hips harder into her. Ismaray grinded her pussy hard against Amairani as Caiseal thrust in and out of her slowly, going deep into her as he bit her neck and nibbled on her ear. Ismaray smiled and reached down to stroke Amairani's swollen clit, moving her head to kiss Caiseal and bite his lip. Amairani reached between Ismaray's legs and rubbed her cunt in the same way, before she plunged two fingers into her sister's pussy deeply, eliciting a groan from Ismaray and a harder fucking from Caiseal. Amairani fucked her sister's cunt slowly until she felt Ismaray's juices running down the inside of her palm. She arched her back into Caiseal, helping him get deeper into her aching cunt that he still fucked at an agonizingly slow pace, and growled into her sister's neck. Ismaray was still playing with her clit, and whined when Amairani took her fingers out of her cunt. Amairani smiled and moved her hand to Ismaray's ass, playfully rubbing her soaking wet fingers along the pretty hole between her cheeks, and slowly pushed her two fingers into Ismaray's ass. Caiseal held Ismaray's perfectly round ass cheek to give Amairani's fingers more room, and fucked her faster as she kissed her sister again, sucking on her tongue. Ismaray moaned into Amairani's mouth, and Caiseal gave her ass a hard and loud slap before he separated the two and flipped Ismaray onto her stomach, pulling her hips hard against his cock and grinding into her pussy - The doors flung open and Amairani's head snapped up, drawing herself out of her memories in an instant. King Eion stood at the door, free of his heavy robe and wearing his fitted clothing, though his dark shirt hung loose on his taught frame. Amairani's eyes watered when she saw him, and he walked up to her as the doors closed behind him, and scooped her up in his arms without a word.