Iola offers to pay him

"I'll pay it!" Exclaims Iola before you can even begin to negotiate. "My family's rich. I can pay you as much gold as you need."

"I don't want gold, Kitten." he tells her and you know what's coming next. "But I would like to feel your pretty ass riding this old cock of mine." Iola's eyes widen and her hand flies to her mouth, clearly she has never been propositioned this boldly by a stranger in her sheltered young life.

"Ooough!" Iola blurts out "That's gross! You're hairy and three times my age." Lykaios seems more amused than angered by the teenager's assessment of him, and with a chuckle he adds a final thought, "Maybe I am, but if you plan on following Orestes this is really your only option. You have a chance if you hurry. That sick bastard only left a couple hours ago." It took a lot of nerve for this grizzled arms-man to call Orestes names considering what he was asking for in return for a small amount of basic decency.

"You don't have to do this Iola." You tell her quietly. "I didn't want to tell you this before, but after two or three days with Orestes there isn't anything left of the Airlia that you knew to rescue." The naked man on the bed must have far better ears than you gave him credit for because he clearly hears enough of the whispered comment to answer as though you'd been speaking to him.

"Normally you'd be right, ah ..." he pauses for a heartbeat as he tries to figure out what to call you and before he comes up with a condescending diminutive you decide to speak.

"Salara." You give him your name, "Are you trying to tell me Orestes hasn't already broken a sweet young virgin like her?"

"That's just it, Sally-" You shake you head sadly "- he treated her like a princess; said he needed her as pure as mountain snow for his plan to work." Lykaios spits in disgust onto the polished tile floor.

"Then Fuck me you old lecher," you tell him deciding that you'd much rather ball a character like this crusty old guard than any of the boys that Iola might have found desirable. His arms and legs were as hairy as Iola had said, but that didn't bother you and the tool hanging between his legs looked as fat as a stallion's used to cover a breeders mares.

"Maybe later Salara," He grins, "but first this pretty little thing has agreed to pay my price, and I intend to collect." With a shrug of indifference you give the stunned rich girl a push forward. To you, it seems like a pretty reasonable trade, after all this virgin is going to fucked by someone pretty damn soon with the fall of the city. She'd do much better with an experienced man like Lykaios than any of the randy troops that'd be swarming through the streets in a day or two.

"Go ahead then, pop this cherry, but be quick. I'm not letting Orestes get away now that I'm this close." If the horny old goat was surprised to hear that Iola was still untouched, he gave no sign of it, but he stepped forward slowly to meet the young woman slowly and his voice was similar to that of a shepherd working with a spooked goat.

"OK then." He takes her hand gently in his and leads her back to the bed. "I wouldn't have planned it this way, but you're friend's right about the need to be quick." Perhaps it is the way the older man takes her hand, or more likely it was the the way his cock is rising in anticipation or because he was leading her straight to the great bed but you can see the exact moment when the pretty thing realizes that her time as a maid have finally come to an end.

"Wait," Iola's steps falter, "What, here? Now? Can't we wait until we get to know each other a little ... and for some privacy?"

"I hope we get that chance, darling," Lykaios is surprisingly patient for a man who is about to pop open a tight young cunt like Iola's. "But Orestes and your sister are getting away and trust me, you don't want to chasing after them with your virginity attracting every one of them shape-shifting demons for miles around." You can't believe Orestes would risk hiding in the catacombs, but from Lykaios' words there is no other possibility. It is clear that Iola has heard that bit of gossip about the catacombs as well, because after only the briefest moment of deliberation where she chews her lower lip between her perfect white teeth, Iola shyly lets Lykaios lead her to the bed.

You should really give the two some privacy, but you don't completely trust Lykaios. Besides, you are captivated by the scene unfolding before you. Voyeurism had never been your thing, but there is something compelling about the way the man thirty years her senior spreads Iola's legs and positions himself between her pale thighs. Lykaios didn't bother to remove the modified tunic that barely covered her lithe form, so much of the young woman is still covered, but her naked arms and legs are every bit as shapely as you remember. Her graceful limbs look even more feminine wrapped around a man's body, and once again you can feel the juices heating in your sex.

"Damn, I need a man." You mutter softly as you rub your itching loins through the fabric of the black skirt. Clearly, Lykaios is more interested in Iola than you (not that you blame him), but all night long you've seen everyone else get their rocks off, and the closest you've come to having any cock at all was the attention from Alrechi. Suddenly Iola arches her back and a whimper tells you the exact moment when Lylaios' fat cock finds its target, it looks like he knows how to treat a lady just fine. "It just isn't fair."

You watch with growing desire as the pace of Lykaios's rocking increases; his earthy grunts grow louder and Iola's moans of discomfort evolve into something much more needy. The whole time your fingers are rubbing firmly between your legs until he stiffens, and after a long sigh collapses onto Iola's quivering body. At least Lykaios got the release he wanted, but you are still in need of a mind-blowing orgasm. You fully expected the old guard to roll off Iola and slip into a dumb stupor like most men, but instead he climbs smoothly off the bed and pulls on a loincloth before offering his hand to the stunned woman at his side.

"I'm sorry your first time was so abrupt, little one." He pulls her to her feet and kisses her gently on her forehead. "Next time we'll do it right, I promise." He looks pleased enough as he pulls on his simple woolen tunic and leggings until he notices your impatient stare. "OK, OK, hold your damn horses, I'll take you to where I last saw Orestes. I for one would like to see his fat ass cut down as much as you two seem to." He finds the rest of his gear and straps on his sandals as a dazed Iola slowly climbs to her feet watching Lykaios with a wide eyed look of wonder. She was clearly re-evaluating her assessment of the old guard; the pretty little thing looks for all the world like a well fucked young slut. Not that that does you and your growing need any good at all. Before leaving the ransacked suite, Lykaios pulls you aside with a quick warning,

"We'd better be quiet when we start moving, a few of Orestes' men are likely still around and that young prick who brought in these lovely sisters was still hanging about downstairs last I saw." You are not all that surprised that Quintus hadn't tried to go home with his fat purse from the sale of the two virgins to Orestes, he's not likely to get much of a welcome from his former employers if they suspected for even a moment what he had done.