And Saldrea hated her, which meant she wasn’t long for this world.
A light knock on my door was quickly followed by Fini entering. The skittish mouse-shifter didn’t look up, but I could see a new bruise on her face. She was Saldrea’s favorite toy, a beastfolk to be tormented, healing quickly.
“The mistress demands your presence,” Fini squeaked, then bowed and scurried away.
I rose and crossed the expansive residence to Saldrea’s sitting room, entered, and stood quietly by the door, waiting for commands.
It took a moment for them to notice me, their conversation a rousing debate about the best ways to torment Izzy.
“Oh, there you are!” Saldrea said finally. Then to her friends, “So big and so quiet, don’t you wish he’d make a bit more noise sometimes?”
“I bet I could get him to make some noise,” Di SoaraHanassi said suggestively from her seat, sipping some alcoholic drink, a heady flush on her tanned sylph cheeks.
“Oh?” Saldrea said with interest. “Truly?”
I didn’t like where this was going.
As Saldrea’s guard and manservant, I was duty bound to do whatever she asked of me.Whatevershe asked… This wouldn’t be the first time she’d whored me out to one of her friends. Though Saldrea herself had never wished to be with me, I suspected that was due to the fact that many elves shunned sexual encounters altogether. They’d found a way to reproduce through magic, and some elves saw physical interactions as base and disgusting. It meant Saldrea had no interest in me, but I’d also seen the effects it had had on elves over the generations, creating a cold unfeeling race… for the most part.
Perhaps I could stop this before it started.
“What noise would you like me to make?” I offered.
“No fun!” Di Merial Neyalim chided, her undine’s scales shimmering in irritation.
“Not noise then,” Hana breathed. “Something more challenging?”
Fuck.
“Not this again,” Di Kuro Golana said with a heavy sigh. The dwarven woman had never tried to be with me, not seeming interested. I quietly thanked her for her disinterest.
Neyalim leaned forward in her chair. “Fifty gold says you can’t get him hard in less than ten minutes.”
And there it was. Hana and Neya’s favorite game: toying with the dragon’s dick. They loved to test my resolve, my lack of interest in any of them.
“A hundred gold if you can do it without touching him,” Saldrea offered.
And so it began.
I turned off my mind and detached from my body.
It was disgusting that I’d been turned into this, a toy, but I had to remember… it was my duty to the crown which mattered. I served the crown, not Saldrea. I’d do whatever I must for as long as I must if it meant protecting the highest authority in the realm. And yes, right now, that authority was being disgusting. Once again, I hoped that some day, in a generation or two or five, pride and honor would return to Seial’s royalty.
I had to hope.
With all my heart.
IZZY
Myeland I couldn’t meet in my room, not if we wanted to go out this evening, so we’d arranged to meet off campus, down on the beach, some distance to the west, where hopefully no one would see us.
The night was warm, and I’d selected a light and flirty silken dress which shimmered through shades of warm orange and gold. Also, since it was Myel and we’d probably get freaky, I wore nothing beneath it. Might as well make it easy for us to do our thing.
I left just after sunset, the sky painted with deep hues of red and purple and blazing orange — like my dress — on the horizon.
I took a minute to stop and take in the beauty of this world. So much of my time now was taken up with pondering disgusting power politics. Sometimes you just had to take in the bits of beauty you could.
I sighed heavily, remembering my conversation with Vyns earlier.
