Thomas left the slave quarters, what he'd seen still on his mind. Ma'am would never had done that had she known he was watching. Seeing her strip and caress that creature. Thomas's pants felt tight. Jill was cleaning the study. She didn't know what the stuff was she was cleaning up. He thought of Jill bent over scrubbing the floor, her rounded ass wiggling, her breasts bouncing in the low cut dress. Thomas walked a little faster. Jill was eager to please everyone, especially men in uniforms. Thomas was definitely one of those, and his broad shoulders, strong arms and legs, had always made Jill very interested in pleasing him. Thomas turned a corner and stared into the study. There she was, just as he pictured, butt wiggling and aimed right out the door. His dick twitched. He snuck up behind her and gave her ass a squeeze.
Jill jerked her head around. She'd hoped it was Thomas, he was one of the better ones. He treated her nice even when he wasn't having her three times a day. That was the wonderful thing about young men, they had all sorts of extra energy. It also helped that there were a few horses he could make jealous. She smiled at him and kept scrubbing.
Thomas shut and bolted the door. He unbuckled his sword. Jill's back was a little arched so her ass stuck out a little more. Thomas removed his clothes. He knelt behind Jill and lifted her dress. Jill almost never wore under garments and today was no exception. He spread her legs as Jill still made a faint pretense at cleaning the floor. Thomas massaged her ass cheeks a bit then plunged three fingers deep inside her cunt.
Jill moaned and had to stop scrubbing. She clenched down on the fingers slamming into her. She felt his thumb rub fiercely on her clit. She pushed up against his hand, trying to make him go deeper and faster.
Thomas loved how she felt, and how she just let him do anything he wanted to her. She yelled over and over until he finally removed his hand.
"Oh God Thom," she panted over her shoulder. "More. God, do more!"
Thomas smiled and responded by roughly thrusting his thick cock into her to the base.
"Aaaaah!" Anything that size was always a surprise, but for Jill always a pleasant one.
Thomas took her hips in either hand. Jill usually started getting loud after the first bit. He began pistoning into her with ever bit of strength he had. Each thrust pushed Jill forward a foot and she pushed back just as hard.
"Oh fuck! Oh God! Ahh! Ahhh!" Jill was yelling by now, but the walls were thick, and neither really cared.
Thomas didn't speak. He moaned and grunted through his teeth. Thomas roared over her yells. He took out his handkerchief and whipped away the excess. Thomas gently kissed her right butt cheek. "I have to go back on duty before I get fired." He smiled down at her as he dressed.
"You be by the north wall at midnight?"
Thomas tucked his slightly shrunken cock into his clothing. "I wouldn't be surprised."
Jill put her dress down and cleaned up the new mess.
Mila changed and tired to sleep. More than his screams, more than the pleasure he'd given her in the tent; his stare tormented her. It was innocent, powerful, and lust all at once. She threw all the covers off her bed. It was far too hot in the room. She'd have the heating checked. His face when she'd taken him in her hand. Mila changed position in the bed again and glared at the ceiling. His tail was just as sensitive as his penis, maybe more so. Jean would laugh at her for calling it that. 'You're always so formal.' Mila didn't actually like Jean, but she was the only other woman on the planet with any free time that could hold a conversation for more than five minutes. She remembered Demon's eyes on her and thrashed in the bed again. Men do not effect her this way. She appreciated them briefly and discreetly, their mere existence did not torment her like this. But truly he wasn't a man. Demon wasn't human, and in a way he was only just going through puberty, hardly a man. The mouth between her legs had felt a great deal like a man though. She knew exactly were he was, should send for him, she paid the guards and servants enough to be loyal. No, no. Mila looked down at her body through the light weight night dress. Her nipples made little tents in the cloth. She twisted it as she had done to Demon. It made her legs tingle. Her hand slid down her body and lifted the nightgown. She didn't sleep in underwear. A single finger probed its way timidly, followed by a second. They worked slowly in and out of her body. Mila bit her lip and twisted her nipple harder. Her thumb pressed down on her clitoris. Her fingers curled inward as she pumped them in and out of her body. Seeing Demon's face smile defiantly and nestle between her legs. She gasped and moaned louder and louder.
Bang, bang, bang! "Lady! Lady Rell!"
Lady Rell grunted and put on a robe. She washed her hands and readied herself to fire whoever was on the otherside of the door. "Jill? Did you not know I was sleeping?"
"Yes Ma'am. Sorry Ma'am. But Mr. Welsh is at the door, and he's, um insistent and and he's sayin' it's about you're father and and you must see him now or he won't see you atall and and and well the rest was sort of swearing I--"
"I see Jill." Mila let her dead drop on the edge of the door. "Tell him I'll see him. Have him wait in the living room." She slammed the door before Jill said something stupid. Jill was loyal and a good enough servant but easily flustered. Mila knew what ever Mr. Welsh wanted to say about her father was going to be disappointing and expensive. She dressed and headed for the living room.
"Lady Rell." He bowed. Mr. Welsh was not a unpleasant man, or an ugly man, he just dealt in some of the more questionable matters on the planet and had very simple rules about those who transgressed against him. "I've come to see you about--"
"You've come to see me about my father who owes you a ridiculous amount of money that he has no chances of paying and you were hoping I'd be interested in paying it so you don't have to bother hurting him. Is that about right, Welsh?" She was too annoyed with his presence to address him properly.
"About." He gave another little bow. Being that on top of matters deserved recognition. "I'll probably have to hurt him some even if I get the money. It's more of a matter of whether or not he gets himself killed."
"So it's gotten that bad. And why is it I can't just get the authorities to keep him out of your grasp?" She knew the answer, but it was at least worth a try.
"We already have him Lady." The Lady Rell was a very attractive woman. Even if it was true she was barren he didn't see why men weren't lining up for her. "I'd rather not kill him, but this has happened so many times. I'd say 'it's not personal, I like the old man, it's strictly business' 'cept I can't stand him."
"Neither can I." Jean's husband always looked at her like this, respectfully looking at her body in a subtle manner. Jean said he hated her had married her only to have a child and only slept with her until Greg was born. "How is Greg, he's four now?" Mila smile coldly. Distraction was always useful.
"Fine Lady, and he's six."
"How much does my father owe?"
Mr. Welsh handed her a piece of paper.
"No one but you has this much money. I can't pay it."
"I know. I was thinking of a trade instead."
"Really?" Mila folded her arms.
"My son saw the Roke you bought today. Thought he was a dragon. It's all those books the nurse reads him. I'd take him instead of payment."
"Why? The value isn't equal."
"Greg's been on about him ever since. I'd do anything for my son."
Mila surpressed a smile. "And?"
Mr. Welsh swallowed. Lady Rell was sharp, everyone knew that, it still surprised him sometimes. Jean wasn't dumb exactly, she was just interested in very little and she some how repulsed him without trying. "And there's no way I can get the payment from you're father."
"Though you've already taken everything you could get your hands on."
"Have you spoken to your father?"
"I haven't spoken to him since my husband died."
"And though you're a good daughter, you still won't go broke for him. At least this way I'll get my son a good present."
"Fine, but I have conditions." Mila walked closer to him.
"All right."
"Give me until tomorrow evening to deliver the Roke, I will need to some information together so you'll know how to feed him etc."
"Done."
"I don't want this to happen again. I want you to make sure that my father is not allowed in any bar, brothel, or gambling house. I want you to see that no one who works for you will take credit from him. I want him the only thing he can get on credit to be food. Do you understand?"
Mr. Welsh felt her trying to intimidate him and he rather liked it. "Cheaper for me."
Mila turned away. "And I want whatever's done to him not to be crippling."
"Yes Lady Rell. Tomorrow evening then."
"Thank you Jason." Mila walked out of the room quickly.
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