”<i>My l-liege, c-could you m-maybe di-.. direct your s-servant to uhm… enjoy h-his prize a b-bit more discreetly? I.. I w-would appreciate t-the ges-..</i>”<br/><br/>“<b>C-o-n-t-i-n-u-e…… Mayor. It does  not serve you well in your position to be distracted by worldly concerns, and I advise you to make best of the time you are given at my court.</b>” The Baron interjected, silencing and almost stifling the distraught mayor.<br/><br/>Emberspike moaned a long “Hrrrrrrmmmm” through clenched teeth, said teeth holding his comical cigar firmly in place; one eye had drooped shut, the other glancing at a frustrated and discontent official who attempted to keep his cool.<br/><br/>The demon in disguise exquisite nature of her service, and was beginning to admit a certain perverted fondness for her that went just a tiny bit beyond her hurriedly improving skills with her tongue; while anyone under such intensive “training” were fast to deduct what worked and what didn’t, what really crept under Emberspikes skill was one crucial thing:<br/><br/>Motivation.<br/><br/>In comparison to other dreadfully complicated and proud women (and men), she needed but a mere prod in the right direction for her to eat it all raw: And she did with such a feisty zeal, such a fiery dedication that had ol’ Emberspike ponder whether she could rival at least that aspect with a full on succubus.<br/><br/>A particularly indecent slurp distracted our hellish client under Tamaskas kind treatment: She felt his engorged schlong do an involuntary spasm within the confines of her silky, smooth, and warm mouth as if striving towards her tongue achingly.<br/>The goblin curled his fingers firmer around her hair and took control: In a languid tempo, he forced her head as far down onto his cock as possible, relishing the sounds of gurgling and gagging – he then, with the same slow disposition, pulled her head up by her hair to the point of which her pouty lips perched on the very precipices of his head before repeating her sluggish descent. She could feel the unworldly strength communicated through his firm hand, leaving her no room but to adapt and do her best.<br/><br/>With the exception of her throat being violated so fully by Emberspike, it was hard not to feel a bit of pressure taken off Tamaskas shoulders. Emberspike obviously enjoyed her silky tongue and slavering mouth, and he at least didn’t seem in any particular stressing hurry.<br/><br/>She was given a few minutes to lavish him in oral attention, silently encouraged to make the best of her situation by listening to his array of murrs, grunts and sighs before, in the slowest release of his cock from her mouth yet, he guided her head free.<br/><br/>“<b><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">Well, corr, ya’ randy trollish man-eater: Seems ter me you want this prick well up inta’ ya’. Give ol’ Emberspike and the good audience b’hind yers a good show strippin’ out of yer’ shorts – and then, “have a seat”</span></b>:”<br/><br/>The goblin smirked shamelessly as he leaned just a big on his vacant hand, collecting his legs a bit – she realized that with his seat – having no chairback – she could straddle him perfectly: A notion in her head suggested that this particular type of seat was chosen just for such an occasion.<br/>Bahiyya, once again, glared across from the other side of the Baron, eating the visage hungrily and with no small clue of greed, envy and excitement.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">The political drawl seemed seven ways of tedious in comparison.​</div><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>