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optimistic. It does get better, over time.” Miriam finished putting the pins in place and stepped back to take a look at her.
“Yes, that will do nicely. Now, you should get downstairs and start attending to our Lord.”
Irina looked back at Miriam, and then shrugged. “Will I see you at the party?”
“Not likely. I will be directing the preparation and distribution of refreshments mostly, and running the seraglio.” Her smile went tight and thin as she saw Irina flinch at the mention of the seraglio.
Kaelon's orgy room was two floors above. He had taken Irina there twice. It was a huge room, draped in silky fabrics, indirectly lit, with tinkling fountains and a heavily padded floor. Cushions and padded benches were scattered around it, to aid in achieving various sexual positions.
Both times, he had tried to seduce her, moving up behind her and nuzzling her hair, then brushing his hands over her shoulders. It wouldn't have been unpleasant, if she had been there of her own free will and he had been an ordinary man who was courting her.
But he was one of those disgusting beast-men, who kept her captive and fancied that he owned her, right down to the right to her body.
Each time, she has stiffened up and pulled away from him. Finally, frustrated but apparently refusing to use force on her, he had sent her back to her chamber.
“Well that's a disgusting job, and I don't envy you.”
“Yes, well, fortunately at my age very few of the guests will actually try to paw at me anymore.” Miriam stepped back, heading for the door.
“So what, is that when it gets better? When the beast-men decide that we’re too old to screw?”
Miriam's answering smile was so sad that Irina shivered with horror as she made her way downstairs.
The party sprawled across several floors of the palace, but Kaelon held court here, in his lounge. A band played various sizes and tones of wind instrument over near the windows on one side of the room, and figures in finery danced in the clear space at its center. As she descended the spiral staircase, Irina couldn't help but admire the sheer pageantry of it all.
Yes, they were monsters, but they were monsters with style. Shimmering gowns and flowing capes, polished armor and gleaming jewels, and faces painted up elaborately like masks.
Some of the party-goers had assumed their beast forms. Bright-winged tropical birds chattered away, a gigantic golden snake slithered amongst the dancers, and something like a silver antelope pranced through with an empty wine goblet held in its teeth.
A few of the beast-men looked up as she descended, and she saw them sweep their eyes over her lasciviously. One of them was the big, yellow-eyed man who had entered a bidding war for her with Kaelon.
Dressed in a velvety black tunic and breeches, his golden hair spilling around his face in a mane, he kept his eyes on her as she paused on the stairs to look around for Kaelon.
She finally found her would-be owner in the midst of a knot of admirers and yes-men at the far end of the room. She would have to go through the crowd to get to him. Damn it.
She gamely went down, and walked around the edge of the room, trying to get to him without cutting through the dance floor. Hopefully, the big idiot wouldn't have anything more for her to do tonight besides make sure that his wine-cup stayed full.
She didn't realize that the yellow-eyed man was following her until a huge hand closed on her arm and yanked her to a stop. “Why so unfriendly?” a raspy voice hissed mockingly in her ear.
She turned, struggling to pull her arm away and getting nowhere. “I must join my master,” she said in a loud voice that she hoped would embarrass the stranger. Instead, as she turned to him, she saw him smirking in a predatory way as he stared straight into her cleavage.
“Oh no, I don't think so. In fact, I think that you're coming with me. He can go without a cup-bearer for an hour or so while I have fun with
“Yes, that will do nicely. Now, you should get downstairs and start attending to our Lord.”
Irina looked back at Miriam, and then shrugged. “Will I see you at the party?”
“Not likely. I will be directing the preparation and distribution of refreshments mostly, and running the seraglio.” Her smile went tight and thin as she saw Irina flinch at the mention of the seraglio.
Kaelon's orgy room was two floors above. He had taken Irina there twice. It was a huge room, draped in silky fabrics, indirectly lit, with tinkling fountains and a heavily padded floor. Cushions and padded benches were scattered around it, to aid in achieving various sexual positions.
Both times, he had tried to seduce her, moving up behind her and nuzzling her hair, then brushing his hands over her shoulders. It wouldn't have been unpleasant, if she had been there of her own free will and he had been an ordinary man who was courting her.
But he was one of those disgusting beast-men, who kept her captive and fancied that he owned her, right down to the right to her body.
Each time, she has stiffened up and pulled away from him. Finally, frustrated but apparently refusing to use force on her, he had sent her back to her chamber.
“Well that's a disgusting job, and I don't envy you.”
“Yes, well, fortunately at my age very few of the guests will actually try to paw at me anymore.” Miriam stepped back, heading for the door.
“So what, is that when it gets better? When the beast-men decide that we’re too old to screw?”
Miriam's answering smile was so sad that Irina shivered with horror as she made her way downstairs.
The party sprawled across several floors of the palace, but Kaelon held court here, in his lounge. A band played various sizes and tones of wind instrument over near the windows on one side of the room, and figures in finery danced in the clear space at its center. As she descended the spiral staircase, Irina couldn't help but admire the sheer pageantry of it all.
Yes, they were monsters, but they were monsters with style. Shimmering gowns and flowing capes, polished armor and gleaming jewels, and faces painted up elaborately like masks.
Some of the party-goers had assumed their beast forms. Bright-winged tropical birds chattered away, a gigantic golden snake slithered amongst the dancers, and something like a silver antelope pranced through with an empty wine goblet held in its teeth.
A few of the beast-men looked up as she descended, and she saw them sweep their eyes over her lasciviously. One of them was the big, yellow-eyed man who had entered a bidding war for her with Kaelon.
Dressed in a velvety black tunic and breeches, his golden hair spilling around his face in a mane, he kept his eyes on her as she paused on the stairs to look around for Kaelon.
She finally found her would-be owner in the midst of a knot of admirers and yes-men at the far end of the room. She would have to go through the crowd to get to him. Damn it.
She gamely went down, and walked around the edge of the room, trying to get to him without cutting through the dance floor. Hopefully, the big idiot wouldn't have anything more for her to do tonight besides make sure that his wine-cup stayed full.
She didn't realize that the yellow-eyed man was following her until a huge hand closed on her arm and yanked her to a stop. “Why so unfriendly?” a raspy voice hissed mockingly in her ear.
She turned, struggling to pull her arm away and getting nowhere. “I must join my master,” she said in a loud voice that she hoped would embarrass the stranger. Instead, as she turned to him, she saw him smirking in a predatory way as he stared straight into her cleavage.
“Oh no, I don't think so. In fact, I think that you're coming with me. He can go without a cup-bearer for an hour or so while I have fun with
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