Dropping Filles off

Carefully pushing open the door to the study with a foot, Levan steps out into the castle hallway. Fillies still sleeping peacefully on his shoulder as he does. Her slow rhythmic breathing makes his undead heart feel warm. He truly did have a wonderful time with her. Still clinging on to his shirt in her sleep like a baby, Levan can’t help but think how cute Fillies looks right now. Pausing for a second he savors the moment, gods if it were possible he would have a portrait paint of her face right now just to immortalize the expression she’s making. Then looking to Skara, Levan silently motions for the half-Orc to follow after him.

Trailing behind, Skara follows with Fillies’s clothes, and her masters coat in her arms. She wonders if perhaps she should suggest that Levan maybe redress the tan girl before they continue on. As while her front is hidden by the count’s body, the Fillies’s behind was still fully exposed for any one to see, even if he master did do his best to hide it with his hand. Though before she can work up the courage to make such a suggestion, Levan stops at a door in a hallway, and slowly pushes it open with his shoulder.

Inside is a smaller hallway, which has a set of 10 doors on each sides of the hall. On the left side is a red cushioned sofa which is occupied by a familiar elf in a skimpy outfit. Taking a look up from her book she’s reading, Ruby sets down a goblet which is full of wine.

“Ah I was wondering when you were going to return her to me.” Ruby says smirking slyly as she places a book mark in her book, and closes it.

“Apologizes Ruby I didn’t know I was keeping you waiting.” Levan says returning the smirk.

Ruby places the book between her breasts, and out stretches her arms to take Fillies.

“Oh darling pay it no mind, with Fillies so throughly satisfied today I might finally get a good nights sleep for once.”

The count then carefully passes, Fillies into Ruby’s arms both of them being careful not to wake the girl.

“Hah is she really so needy that you can’t even get a day of rest? Levan chuckles

Ruby sighs, stroking a tuff of Fillies’s pink hair.

“She spends most of her time in my bed then her own, and it usually ends up with neither of us sleeping through the whole night in it’s entirety.”

“You could always turn her away you know.”

“I could but, I also can’t.” Ruby shakes her head, knowing she just can’t help but indulge Fillies every time she seeks her intimacy.

Despite some times being at odds, Ruby’s suave personality often clashing with with Fillies’s childish. The elf’s affection for the impish scamp often left her acquiescing to almost all of the smaller girls every demand. Often a brat, Ruby still cared for Fillies with all her heart no matter what happens between the two of them.

“You truely love her don’t you?”

Levan looks at how how right away Fillies has snuggled against Ruby. Even using her large breasts as a pillow she looks as if she might even be more comfortable sleeping on the elf’s body then any bed.

“Often against the betterment of my judgment.” Ruby closes her eyes smiling for a brief moment.

“Still how are you able to function if you aren’t sleeping properly?” Levan asks, a look of concern for Ruby’s health on his face.

“An endurance spell honey, long as I get SOME sleep I usually have enough mana for both Fillies and me.” Explains Ruby.

“It works just as well as sleeping a full night of rest, though I do admit I miss those long drawn out hours of sleep some times.”

“I see...” Levan says, crossing his arms as he’s a bit skeptical if magic should really be substituted for such a core biological need.

“Well then I shall leave the two of you to bed then, Skara can you give Ruby Fillies’s clothes?”

Skara obeys trying not to state at the revealing outfit of Ruby’s she out stretches the bottoms, and the Shawl to Ruby. Taking them, Ruby gives a grateful nod getting a little bit of enjoyment of watching the half-Orc try not to look at her large chest.

“Don’t worry darling eat all your vegetables, and I’m sure you’ll get a pair like these one day.” Ruby winks at the now flustered Skara.

“I uh um, yes I mean t-thank you for the advice... I think?”Skara scratch’s her cheek not really knowing how to respond to such a comment.

“Heh, alright then I bid you good night Ruby, I hope you finally get a good long sleep.”

Ruby gives the count a courtesy nod, and the both turn to part ways.

Levan leaves the small hallway, Skara following behind him.

“Um master I have a question.” Skara says a bit awkwardly not used to being forward in the least when speaking to a master.

“Of course Skara you may ask me anything.” The count says as he reaches to put on his coat which Skara hands to him.

“Then... I have to ask are they both like me?” Asks Skara speaking hesitantly, and clumsily as she refers to both Ruby, and Fillies.

“You mean to ask if they are slaves?”

Skara nods, a sheepish expression on her face as she hopes she didn’t just accidentally insult the two girls by thinking such a thing if it isn’t true.

“There role here is perhaps that of what you would consider servants, though that’s a bit of oversimplification.” Levan says trying his best to explain the unique role of the companions.

Skara cocks her head to the side, not really grasping what Levan is trying to say.

“No they’re not slaves.” He shakes his head smiling as he just answers Skara rather then give her a full winded explanation.

He then pauses noticing a look of conflict on Skara’s face. She seems to be in deep thought, pondering the words you just said. To have those who took on the role she was **** to do it must be a strange situation for Skara.

“Why do there roles distress you, possible excite you?” The count, speaks his words carefully.

He knows that Skara’s time enslaved at the brothel must have been a harrowing time. Yet he can also see a look of interest on her face when she spoke about the two companions. Perhaps there is a draw to what the two do despite her former situation. Perhaps there is some aspect she enjoyed it though clearly not the Subjugation, and mistreatment. After all giving, one pleasure, friendship, and an emotional connection is something all the companions in his sect seemed to deeply enjoy. The honey doesn’t sour despite the sting of bees. The old saying rings through Levan’s mind as he pounders over situation.

“Once we are able to break this cures you can try to take on their role if you like, if only to try it, and if you don’t like it you can leave it.” Suggests Levan’s.

Fear then flash through Skara’s eyes at the mention of the spell being broke. Of her no longer being a ****, of being thrown away.

“You don’t have to dwell on such a thing now.” The count says quickly reassuring that such a day is still quite a bit off.

Levan then stifles a frown. Still the conditioning of being a **** has a tight grip on the girl. Any mention of freedom causing her to become afraid of being considered worthless, or being left alone. She fears that she can’t survive in the world with out being owned. Or even worse that she isn’t worthy of doing so. Patience, he has to have patience, he will get through to her eventually.

Skara doesn’t speak, as she mulls over what Levan said, yet ultimately doesn’t come to any sort of conclusion about herself or here current situation. Pushing the conversation into the back of her mind like she already forgot it she simple bows to Levan.

“Thank you for answering my question master.” She says plainly hoping to move past this conversation as quickly as possible.

“Your very welcome Skara.” Levan sighs, still wishing he could find the right words to make the girl see her potential as a person not just a ****

He then sees the half-Orc yawn, and realizes he should most probably get her to bed, she’s done a lot for today, and it still the middle of the night.

“Come my dear let us turn in for the night.” The count smiles warmly, motioning for Skara to follow him.