Lady Azarine tucked her chin into her neck and smiled. “As you command,” she said. She rose to her feet in the heart of that green garden, her black dress twirling around her as she came to stand in front of Variel. Behind her she saw the young slave girl approaching at his command to help disrobe him. Lady Azarine clenched her jaw as she saw the young woman nearing. She had no love for slaves, let alone pretty ones who were young enough to please their masters. But that didn’t mean they couldn’t be useful. “Assist me first, slave,” Lady Azarine said sharply, twirling to face away from Variel. She could feel his eyes on her narrow back, the softness of her shoulders almost visible beneath the fabric of her dress, her hair in a bun exposing the curvature of her neck.<br/><br/>Kaiyah had felt embarrassed to have been pulled away from attending to her own needs. She didn’t know if Variel had known what she’d been doing, but she suspected he might have—he seemed to know so much about so many things. Kaiyah’s small hands felt for the strings of the dress that tied it in a criss-cross pattern on the noble woman’s back.<br/><br/>Lady Azarine’s eyes looked devilishly over her shoulder, her ever-playful smile stared down Variel. The straps of her dress began to surrender to Kaiyah, and the tight contours of the fabric on her shoulders became loose. “That’s enough,” Lady Azarine said, sending Kaiyah away with a wave of her hand. Lady Azarine brushed the sleeves of her dress off her shoulders until they were around her thin arms, her shoulders fully exposed. Her arms crossed in front of herself as she turned around, exposing the top of her chest, the sharp contours of her collarbones and the delicate muscles of her neck, but hiding her breasts under the folds of her fabric. She had worn no undergarments, hoping that this exact thing might happen.<br/><br/>Lady Azarine shrugged with a demure look, and the dress fell down her body, exposing her nakedness. Her firm breasts hung like round droplets of dew on a flower, her nipples hard. The bare, cleanly-shaven slit of her pussy glistened in the late afternoon light as she stepped forward out of the pile of dress at her feet. Her muscles were thin and feminine, the flat of her belly moving as she took deep, nervous, excited breaths.<br/><br/>Kaiyah bent down behind Variel, watching as the noble woman slipped out of her dress. She felt her own excitement grow as she looked at the woman’s body, her perfect round breasts hanging on her. Kaiyah’s own small breasts pressed against Variel’s back, her long hair dangling on his shoulder as she began to undo the buttons of his shirt, exposing the muscled physique of his chest. Her hand lingered on the hair of his chest for an instant too long, and she took a deep breath of her own before helping his top down over his shoulders.<br/><br/>Lady Azarine gracefully bent down onto her knees in front of him, her hands massaging the tops of his thighs. She stared deeply into his green eyes as she massaged him, teasing him with anticipation and a coy smile that said she could just as easily leave at any second.<br/><br/>Kaiyah’s hands wrapped around him from behind, undoing the belt of his pants. She could see the hardness of his cock against his pants and wanted to feel it for herself, but she breathed deep and resisted.<br/><br/>Lady Azarine grabbed eagerly at the loose sides of his pants as the belt came undone, slowly pulling them away. Inch by inch they moved, until finally his cock sprung free, fully erect. Instinctively Lady Azarine gasped, her head pulling back, her mouth opening ever-so-slightly. “My lord,” she whispered. Eagerly, greedily, her hand moved forward, the soft fabric of her glove wrapping around its thick base. “I see why all the women speak of you.” Lady Azarine’s breath was becoming ragged as she leaned forward, her hand slowly beginning to stroke his cock.<br/><br/>Kaiyah stood still behind him. Lady Azarine looked up, past Variel, straight into Kaiyah’s eyes—the first time the noble woman had ever fully acknowledged her. The noblewoman licked her lips and bent forward. Eyes still on Kaiyah, her pink tongue curled around the tip of Variel’s cock. Her tongue curled and flicked, her lips kissing and massaging at his head, until finally she pulled back, a stream of glistening saliva across his head.<br/><br/>“It almost doesn’t seem like I’m the one paying at all,” Lady Azarine said breathlessly as she continued to stroke him at a slow pace.