-A Heartless Place-
Darkness dwelled in one place deep in Union. It was a city to itself--of whores and thieves and killers. Only those looking for the cruelest of deeds found their way to Macara Villa.
Macara Villa's residents knew all the ugliness in the city. No, they were the ugliness. It was the only place where everything could be bought with a price, even dignity…even life.
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It had been little over a week since Masters Khelman and Rhoeshard released their servants on their hunt. Most likely, it would take weeks more. Fey were hard to come by in Union and the surrounding area. Then, usually, they came heavily protected.
But, to have a lone, fey girl lost in the overpopulated city was a blessing and a curse. To find her meant you had to bribe far too many people. However, to find her meant a great deal of riches thanks to Khelman and Rhoe's business.
It was a dirty business that Areica hated associating herself with. One formed in death and blood. But, as a slave, she knew she didn't have a choice. If she ran, Etonae would kill her.
So, like the good little servant, she hunted using her best weapon: her body.
She rode the man beneath her hard and fast, hoping to have him off finish quickly. Unfortunately, he apparently wanted to show off some prowess. Most likely it had to do with the fact that Etonae sat in the darkened corner of the room.
Areica glanced over at Etonae as she moved roughly. He smirked at her as he took a long pull on his herbed cigarette. She was happy for the spicy scents that filled the room. It didn't completely mask the odors coming from the other man's folds of flesh, but it distracted her enough not to gag.
Hands on her hips turned her attention back to her task. Thick, sausage fingers grounded her body onto the equally as pudgy cock between her legs. He pounded into her, causing Areica to yelp, but not exactly in pleasure.
"Pay attention to me, wench!" he growled out as he forced her body to move on his, "You're MY payment!"
And she was. Joven gave them a few promising leads into finding the Fey girl in exchange for a bit of flesh.
Etonae could have easily extracted the information with his skills. However, he decided that they'd take the opportunity for Areica to hone her skills as a succubus. Of course, Etonae couldn't leave her to the challenge alone. Under the rouse of some sort of sexual fetish, he told the fat man that he wanted to watch. In reality, Etonae came only for protection of his partner and was just as disgusted as Areica.
She closed her eyes while she silently prayed that Joven would finish soon. Her thighs felt itchy from rubbing his dirty, sweaty skin. She dreaded to think about what would become of her most feminine parts after this horrific encounter.
Then she felt it. That trickle of energy shooting between joined bodies. It swelled and grew inside of her, traveling along her nerves. Her body ate at the rushing tingling moving through each part of her.
A feral growl passed her lips as she began taking more control of the movements being made. She looked down at him with a hungry smile, licking her soft lips as though she might take a bite out of his hide.
"Oh, that's it," Joven groaned, "you like it, don't you? Oooh, yessss."
Her eyes narrowed at him with anger. Before he could make another sound, spoiling her this for her, she covered his mouth roughly. He made a protesting sound at first, but once he looked into her eyes, he cowered back into his pillows. No doubt he saw glowing eyes glaring down at him as though he were prey.
A soft cricking sound caught her attention. Areica's blazing violet eyes turned toward the noise as she rode the man below her as though he were nothing. Etonae had leaned toward them, eyes focused on Areica's sweat-coated body with a clinical interest. He took another pull of his cigarette then blew out slowly, making rings of smoke with his lips.
He gave her the slightest of nods. She knew it meant to finish the job. Over the week, Etonae had one rule: finish what you start. Always follow through, he said. And she would.
Focusing her attention on her meal, she sneered down at the now whimpering meat. Areica smiled, but it wasn't a very kind one. Joven whimpered pathetically beneath her though pleasure still soared through his body. He was close. So deliciously close. His seed would burst inside of her and she'd drink it hungrily. Areica tightened her walls on his cock, trapping him deep within her.
Growling, she moved her hips in circles. Tight and fast while her body suckled on the man within her. She could feel his pulse throbbing in the veins of his ridged manhood. Areica reveled in the speed of it, knowing that fear fueled the heart's beat.
Closer he came; the more she fed on him. Energy spread through her more and more. Eager to feel more, she sped her movements. His whimpers continued to sound in his throat as she moved. Soon, his eyes rolled in the back of his head while it tilted back into the sack-like pillows. Two coughing grunts later, a wave of Joven filled Areica, both with seed and sexual energy.
She called out, feeling fullness and pleasure as he spilled. Joven spread from her center to every corner of her body, making her extra sensitive. But, no matter how wonderful it was, she was left hungry for more.
Joven could not provide. He passed out moments after finishing inside of her. The predator inside of her regretted not stealing all of his energy. He was, after all, useless. But that was only the predator.
"Areica?"
The stern-but-questioning voice caught her attention. She turned her head, hissing slightly. Etonae stared back.
His face was emotionless, but his eyes blazed with unspoken questions and curiosities. And was that fear that skirted beneath the confusion?
"Come here." He said in a commanding voice.
She moved off the unmoving body and moved closer to Etonae. He stared up at her with a hardness in his eyes. Areica, even in her sex-hazed mind, realized he was trying to control her. The predator in her was too confident to be intimidated. That feral smile graced her lips as she watched him.
He placed an open palm against her leg. Slowly, he moved it upward with a gentle, sensual touch. Areica's smile faded slightly, only to be replaced by confusion. It only increased as his hands moved to her center, brushing the tiny nub between her legs.
Areica sucked in a breath as his finger grazed her womanhood. Her eyes widened, watching him with new interest. His eyes stayed the same, focused and determined. His fingers moved deeper into her until he reached her now slick and sticky opening.
When the first digit slipped into her heat she stopped breathing. As the second joined it, she shivered as her legs lost a little of their balance. Slowly the fingers slid in and out of her while Etonae's thumb brushed her pearl a little more than gently.
