Avery and Kirasiel

It wasn't very long after Ahsch started writing the proposal that someone knocked on the door. After giving Kirasiel a light kick when she stopped sucking to encourage her to continue, he cleared his throat. "Come in." It was a moderate surprise when Avery was the one who walked in. Her gaze dropped down to his desk, as though to peer through the wood, before she met his gaze again. A dark, lazy smirk grew across her face.

"I didn't quite believe it when Mahat gave us the play-by-play," she said, walking around to stand beside Ahsch. "But I can hear that she was telling the truth. Little miss royal cunt is a raging, submissive masochist, eh?" Almost like a switch had been flipped, the smirk disappeared and she looked down towards Ahsch's lap. "I want to see her."

He blinked at his wife, then swallowed. Please don't have a knife, he prayed as he slowly moved his chair back.

It's Avery, Master, Mahat said dryly. _She always has a knife._

Timidly, Kirasiel crawled forward slightly once there was room, anxiously looking up at Avery. The two just stared at each other for a long, tense moment, before the monster frowned disapprovingly. "My husband didn't tell you to stop sucking, cunt," she hissed, grabbing a harsh handful of Kirasiel's hair and roughly guiding her head to Ahsch's crotch, where the blonde quickly resumed her oral attentions. Avery held the other girl's head down for a few moments, then nodded and let go. "At least she sucks dick good. Better than she manages a House."

"Avery," Ahsch rebuked. An especially strong suck, combined with a few dexterous twists of Kirasiel's tongue, suggested she didn't mind the insult. A quick check with Heart Sight confirmed that.

"Look, if the cunt likes being treated like worthless trash," Avery said, then added quietly, "especially if it's true..." she snickered at Ahsch's glare. "Then I don't see the problem." An evil grin stretched her lips. "Say, since the cunt belongs to you now, maybe I could borrow her? After all the crap she's given me, it'd be nice to feel her tongue on my pussy... or my dick... or both..."

Ahsch glanced down at Kirasiel, whose gaze was... almost placid. As though she was saying that whatever he chose, she would accept. "I'll want to break her in first," he said, looking back at his wife, "but I think that could be arranged."

"Oh, don't worry about breaking her in," Avery said, "I can help with that. Whips, clamps, chains... think I still have a candle somewhere... oh, and the needles too!" Her voice was almost sing-song, a dangerous coo to her tone.

"Please don't mutilate her," Ahsch requested in a dry, resigned tone.

"Depends on how good her tongue is," Avery replied with a wink. Then she took on a thoughtful expression for a moment. "Hmm... you should get the cunt pierced, like your sister. Maybe a tattoo or nine. 'Property of Ahsch,' or 'Worthless Cunt,' would look good over her ass."

Kirasiel shivered, but when Ahsch glanced down, her expression was one of... anticipation. Submissive delight coursed through her emotional aura. "I think the cunt likes the idea of being marked. I'll have to show off my best Thrall for her to aspire to-ooooo..." he lost his trail of thought as his newest Thrall forced his cock into her throat, swallowing rapidly while her tongue lashed at his balls. "She definitely likes that idea," he groaned after getting himself under control.

After a few moments of choking herself, Kirasiel started to back off, but was quickly stopped by Ahsch's hand in her hair as he dragged her back down. Gently thrusting his hips, the Dominant Mage took his pleasure in his Thrall's throat, cumming after a minute with a long groan. Kirasiel dutifully swallowed every drop, then, when Ahsch's hand came off her head, backed off and resumed her more moderate fellatio, shifting back as Ahsch moved forward to return to his writing once again. Avery perched on the corner of her husband's desk, adding a suggestion here or there, and the two Lords Odestag ignored the high royal attending to Ahsch's cock until they were done.

When Ahsch sent Kirasiel back to her suites, it was with a pair of instructions: she was to throw out all of her undergarments that she didn't truly need - and he went into detail that, if she wanted to retain some for her menstrual cycle or specific outfits, that was acceptable, but from then on, she was no longer to wear any form of underwear as part of her regular clothing - and that she was to spend that night and every other night with a dildo in her cunt and a plug in her ass.

Blushing furiously, she ducked her head demurely, promised to obey her Master, and excused herself, her gait slightly off and her arms hugging her chest, as Ahsch had already confiscated the bra and panties she had worn on her visit. When he finally made his way to his shared bed with Avery, he found his wife staring at him as he walked in. Or perhaps 'glaring' would be a better word.

"...Yes?" he asked.

"I still don't like her."

Ahsch sighed, rolling his eyes. "I can't say I particularly 'like' her at the moment either, but..."

"No, that's not it," she interrupted. "I don't like her. In fact, I actively dislike her. She got you killed for fucks sake!"

"Hey," Ahsch snapped. "That's not... did she make a mistake? Yes, yes she did. But so say we all! And unless I'm missing something, she's been pretty fucking repentant and has been trying to make up for that mistake - and all the other mistakes she's made - ever since I died." He crossed his arms. "I'd say that's worth something."

"Yeah, 'something.' Not fucking fulfilling her fantasies and marrying her."

Ahsch glared at his wife. "I want you to look me in the eye and say you honestly believe that that was all just fantasy for her. That she's not, to some extent, pushing herself beyond what's comfortable - hells, beyond what she wants - to try and make up for her past actions. Or that marrying her isn't a smart idea, politically speaking."

Avery returned her husband's glare. "I just think you need to be fucking careful about how you deal with her. Complete forgiveness will probably just see her back where we started, and that's not a good thing. You mentioned talking with Kakais about... rejiggering your dominance domain, or whatever the fuck the divine terminology is, but she's definitely one that you should conquer, not 'accept the submission of.' Even if she's offering it."

Ahsch took a few moments to think about that before he stripped and joined Avery in bed. Once the lights were off and their breathing started to even out, she slowly, almost tentatively rolled over to embrace him from the side. "I can't lose you again," she whispered.

Letting out a sigh - and with it, his frustrations - Ahsch rolled toward his wife and hugged her back.