<strong>~ Guard Captain Burrus (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=99620.msg4484422#msg4484422); working hard, featuring guest slave NPC - Eira ~ <br/>~ Private Quarters, near the ground floor slave wing ~</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://i332.photobucket.com/albums/m357/yuniebee/smoking_goddess_by_zaribubble-d33g82z.jpg)</div></div></div><br/><hr/><br/>It had been awhile since Burrus had made his presence known. Having secured the pict in her new cage, he had abandoned the infirmary in search of more apt amusement. Naturally, he found it in a pretty blonde from Northern shores. His 'usual' seemed to change on a monthly basis, but she had filled the spot for the past two weeks and might warm his bed for two weeks more if she played her cards right. Although, currently, she bounced energetically on his lap with her standard moans. Hands roaming across his broad chest covered in dark, curling hairs, while her hips paused to conduct a circular, clockwise motion over his pelvis.<br/><br/>“Oooooh Burrus, oh! You complete me, you do!”<br/><br/>The Guard Captain's grip upon the young woman's plump hips faltered, along with his exuberance. On second thought, perhaps another two weeks was in fact fourteen days far too long within her needy company. Indeed, when a woman started to make such comments, it was time to give her the push and replace her with one who understood the whole picture. It was disheartening enough to bring him soft, in more ways than one. So before his pleasure had fully built to a release from his loins, Burrus was lifting her lighter form until his shaft slid from her folds.<br/><br/>“Wha-” she started in a high-pitched tone of total disbelief, almost squeaking the incomplete word. “Is something wrong?”<br/><br/>“Finish with your mouth,” he grunted. The trust was broken; soon she would be chasing after him claiming to carry his child in her belly. That would not do at all. Fortunately, the slave failed to realise this would be the last time her mouth would envelop his thick manhood. But to Burrus' amusement, she performed like somehow, deep down, she knew. Grunting once more as her tongue played havoc with his engorged head, the Guard Captain felt a slight change of heart on the matter.<em>'One more night,</em>his chest heaved, while his hands reached to grasp her head and hold her in place; not like she needed it. At least, not until...<br/><br/>“Eira!” Even though Burrus was<em>almost</em>always smart enough to take his women to his own, private chambers, the large cook could still be heard bellowing from the hallway of the slave quarters. The blonde between his thighs stiffened, mumbling something against his cock.<br/><br/>“Ignore her,” he demanded. He was so close... so close, and he'd be damned if his pretty blonde stopped now.<br/><br/>“EIRA!” She mumbled again as she heard the cook's fuming shouts; her heavy footsteps stampeding down the corridor. She was slurping even as she tried so hard to bring her man to a very swift climax. “Curse you girl, I'll have your rear smacked raw for this! You won't sit for a week when I'm through with you!” That mental image succeeded in pushing the captain clearly over the edge. His low, guttural groan accompanied the tensing of his balls as at long last, the one called 'Eira' received a mouthful of his warm cream. As soon as his grip lessened against her skull, she pulled back, not even daring to linger any longer to clean him. The cook was not a woman to mess with, and she already feared she'd earned three floggings from whichever wooden cooking utensil she might get her hands on first. Hopefully, it wouldn't be the skillet.<br/><br/>“Gods Eira,” Burrus grinned to himself. Lounging back upon his bed, he watched quite contentedly as the slave woman fumbled for her clothing.<br/><br/>“It's not funny,” she protested at his light chuckles. “I told you we would have to be quick. If she catches me in here again -”<br/><br/>“Calm yourself.” He reached for his cup of water still resting upon the night stand, and held it out for her. Having secured her un-dyed vestment in place, Eira snatched the clay cup from him, and washed down the bitter anguish in several, quick gulps. Leaning back once again, Burrus, not bothering to clothe himself yet, found more amusement in teasing the poor girl. “I'll shall stand guard nearby, and should she lay a hand on you.... I'll offer to step in.”<br/><br/>“Oh!” Eira squealed. “You are a terrible man!” She made the mistake of reaching out to slap at his thigh, but swift reflexes had the grinning Guard Captain gripping her wrist instead. Before Eira could offer a single shriek, he had pulled her towards him, rolled, and secured her beneath his muscular form. He wasn't finished with her yet; not by a long shot. No woman left his bed without arching fully upon it with her own bliss first. His pride was at stake otherwise.<br/><br/>“That I am. So how, dear Eira, is a terrible man to turn good?” Already marking his scolding kisses down her neck, the slave was already submitting to the power the captain held over her. Cooing his name and relaxing upon his bed, as he made his way south to finish what his cock had started.<br/><br/><em>'Just once more,'</em>he told himself, as her rocking hips brought her sweet nectar to his tongue.<em>'One week more...'</em><br/>