E'rathy shrieked a shrill sound when the elephantine man had grabbed her by the hips. She suddenly felt herself being lifted into the air by a strength none she had ever seen before or could compare to. She knew of his race, and she knew of the tales surrounding it. It was quite known that Alice would be more interested in his seed than she would be in his prowess, as he represented one of the few remaining males of his already near extinct race. Such an unfortunate fate would be awaiting for him if he were to be caught in her mistress' web.<br/><br/>Those thoughts seem to fleet away soon enough though. It was within seconds that the man has positioned her upon his lap. She could feel the softness of the caressing tendrils upon her face, the strange sensations of being touched by such strange appendixes. She had never been with a malcir before, though she'd heard the stories of their sheer girth and length. Her small frame was already trembling before the man had been able to undo his belt and zipper. E'rathy was not sure if it was because of the anticipation of being taken by such a brute-looking man or by the thought of being possibly ripped in halves. Nevertheless, she could not help but break the rules of utter silence the servants were bound to. As soon as the thick girth of his vast shaft was thrusting inside of her warmth she moaned in pure ecstasy.<br/><br/>----------------<br/><br/>Alice looked up as soon as she heard the moaning sounds coming from one of her servants. Rolling her eyes, she stuck her hands out and awaited another one of them to come forth and clean them for her. She had been most successful in ignoring the pitiful attempts of the snake to establish dominance, but it was quite frankly getting on her nerves by now. The shrill sounds of one of her servants being taken by the malcir were just enough to distract her from her newest acquisition.<br/><span style="color: DarkOrange"><br/>
''Oh please. As if. I truly thought more of you, little snake. Please assure me you are not as foolish as you pretend to be. Surely you have noticed the vast amount of guards standing close, the implications of my power that could mean death upon those who dare to touch me in any way I do not please. Let alone the amount of entities here that have alleged their complete and utter loyalty to me. No, such a bold statement as you have just made could have worked above ground. It could have might been able to impress me. But here, it only serves to diminish the little interest I seemed to have in you.''<br/>
</span><br/>Alice rubbed the scented oils of vanilla and spice into the strange absorbing metal skin she was made off. The heat-inducing combination of it would surely inflame any skin it would touch. She gestured to her servant to treat Jericho as well, as it would induce lust in the girl even more if his fingers were coated with an oil that could inflame anything. As her servant moved cautiously to the halfnaked man, Alice herself moved ever so confidently towards the Lamia.<br/><span style="color: DarkOrange"><br/>
''So little snake. What will it be? Are you, as you so pretend to be as foolish as my slaves once were... Or are you successfully grabbing my attention with your teeth-grinding behaviour? Has no one ever told you it is not nice to claim things that aren't yours to take within the house of someone you should respect?''</span><br/><br/>Her golden glittering fingers moved upwards, hovering in front of Myarlothe's cheeks. The warmth exuding from her strange metallic body would be so easy to feel for the serpent right now. Alice's eyes were a deep dark colour of violet, looking straight in to those of myarlothe with a dangerous interest. The flowing locks of rainbow coloured hair seemed to consist of a material that stopped somewhere between a solid and liquid state. The rainbow however had disappeared, and only the shades between red and purple remained.<br/><br/>Whatever Myarlothe had succeeded with her snarky remarks, it was surely unnerving for those who seemed to know Alice a lot longer than the serpent had done.<br/><br/><br/>In the meantime, another servant moved through the waterfall to bend over to the constructs ear and whisper softly.<br/><span style="color: Red"><br/>
''How is it, that I can be of service to you sir?''</span><br/><br/>The young girl was just barely of age. Perhaps 19, going on 20. She was one of the truly exquisite outcomes of genital reproduction of ancient genes. A truly 100% purebred human girl, with perfect curves only covered by the telltale red dress of a servant girl. Ginny, as she would like herself to be called, had a short brown bobcut of hair. Which suited her lovely, as it would show of the wonderful slender neck and vulnerable collarbones she sported. The young servant awaited the robot with eager eyes, hoping she would be able to prove herself to her mistress once more that it had been worth keeping her here in this den of mystery and debauchery.<br/><br/>Oh if only the group could see the non-consensual slaves that were being kept a floor below...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>