E'rathy whimpered, trying to keep herself together as the thick shaft pumped inside of her taut walls. It was strongly discouraged to make too much noise as a servant girl. Only the courtesans were allowed to make a show of their affection. Servantgirls were required to be silent and used like an object, not showing any feelings that could unsettle the guests into thinking they were a person. Nevertheless the Malcirs shaft was just -too- big for her to take without a whimper. It resulted in E'rathy mewling and squirming around his pumping cock, hoping he'd be done soon before she would actually come herself.<br/><br/>It was almost as if her prayers were heard when she felt the thick burst of semen shoot inside of her. Sighing of relief she let guard down, only to be welcomed by the warm oozing feeling of another 4 shots of cum filling her up till bursting point. E'rathy could swear that if she pushed on her stomach a stream of cum would have shot out of her cunt. Nevertheless, she wobbled of his lap as requested and tried to find a way to sit down on her knees before the man without spilling any of his seed on the floor. It would not be appreciated if she made any of the pristine clean floors dirty, so the young woman knew she would have to keep it all in as best as possible whilst sucking of the gigantic dick before her.<br/><br/>Oh by the stars, she hoped she would succeed, she prayed to herself as her mouth began to suck upon the crown of the Malcirs dick.<br/><br/><br/>-------<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrange">''Oh you must think yourself so <i>incredibly</i> smart... No one could have <i>possibly</i> seen the riches of my garden... Nor would they have began to grow suspicious of many of my barely hidden talents... Because, well, it is very obvious that I do not, in the slightest, flaunt around with any of my skills and scavengers. Only a true eye, the eye of a snake like yourself, could have deducted such information off course. Well, miss serpentine, let me cower in fear before you as my secrets will surely be revealed! ''</span><br/><br/>The aurumillia laughed heartily and for the first time this evening her smile seemed entirely genuine. It was surprisingly cheerful for such a tense situation, but even more so, her previous smiles and chuckles even seemed bleak compared to her current one. It almost seemed as if the woman had let her charade go of trying to ensnare her guests in her web of white lies. Nevertheless, her hair had still not returned to it's original rainbow-like state. Instead it was flowing through a million shades of red and dark pink as it seemed to leave the purple behind.<br/><br/>Upon not seeing any fear nor hesitation coming from the lamia, Alice took it as an invitation to stroke the woman's cheek. Her fingers, as Syntropy might have discovered as well, are surprisingly soft and tender. Nothing like the gold look it was giving away.<br/><br/>Alice leaned in closer, looking straight up into Myarlothe's eyes as she suddenly whispered with a voice that trembled like the start of a rumbling vulcano. It was as rich as the smoke-stained lungs of a jazzsinger, coated with the lust only a courtesan could speak with.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrange">''Ignoring and insulting you. Why, you certainly have gotten what you wished for now, no need to threaten me, my dear. If you wanted my undivided attention...''</span><br/>Alice's steaming hot fingers trailed ever so gently over the tensed muscle in Myarlothe's neck, down to the crook of her collarbone.<br/><span style="color: DarkOrange">''You only need to ask...''</span><br/><br/>With the swiftness of Myarlothe's own nature, Alice suddenly snapped her glittering golden hands around the serpents neck and pulled her down to press her lips hungrily over the lamia's mouth. The Aurumillia was without mercy, taking the element of surprise to kiss the woman with a warmth that seemed to radiate from within her core. Her dominance overpowering the lamia as long as she could, until either she would pull away or return the lust to her. Alice's sweet honeyed lips were firmly pressed against the bloodred of Myarlothe's, spreading them open with her pushing tongue as she tried to slither it in between the lamia's fangs.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>