It made him frown as repressed feelings of his own bubbled up about his sex-starved body. There had been no time for loveplay in the Temple, and since he'd left to join up the true faith, only combat and the joy of killing had been on his mind. But this... if the Lord of Ruin could indulge in such acts, with the likes of Hauclir no less, than perhaps his own pleasure was not something forbidden... As Malus was ridden hard by Hauclir inside, outside the room Arleth began to play with himself for the desi first time. He reached down into his flowing robes and tugged at his waking cock. The little fleshy stump began to grow hard at his touch. He tried to remember how he'd seen the whores and slaves pleasure each other. Before long, he was pumping and jerking away, letting out little moans of his own to accompany those of his beloved high servant of Khaine. Malus lay broken on the bed, the stench of sex heavy about his lithe body, and the bodily fluids of Hauclir splashed all about the sheets. His own cock had gone off multiple times, adding to the damage. The flesh house owner would be expecting a generous fee for the cleaning that her slaves would be required to perform the following morning. He was still lying there, lost in brackish thoughts and the melancholy of one who's been fucked against their will, as Hauclir hastily cast his robes about himself and began making for the door. Despite the night's romp being entirely at his lord's invitation, Hauclir felt dirty at what he'd been party to, and had decided that the next course of action was to find a drink, a bath, and then a female slave to assert his sexuality upon. As the retainer made it to the door, praying all the while to the Dark Mother that he'd be allowed to leave indian with his head, Malus stopped him with five short words. "Hauclir. "We want to drag the encounter out a while and let Keith buy you a couple of drink; all the while you're giving him that glimmer of a possibility that he may get lucky if he plays his cards right." I couldn’t be possible, I could feel her arm going down into me, my pussy was stretched so wide. It desi wasn’t long before he grabbed my waist and pulled me backwards into him. I unzip my pants and tell Daisy to remove the toy as I place my dick on her pussy she is so wet I ask her how she feels after her surgery and she tells me find although she indian hasn’t had a real dick in her. I stood up, taking with me the plastic cake container and the two forks. My bed creaked and groaned. Meg was so wet it felt like a waterfall down there. He’s enjoying this she realised. I asked. I have read somewhere that it gives great pleasure." This is called a servitude collar.