Emmaline Seduces the Prisoners?

“Oh someone was having a lot of fun~” Emmaline, unaware or uncaring about the tension in the room, slid up to wrap her arms around Ivana’s waist and press their breasts together.

Ivana, shivered before almost snarling as she tried to push the Acrobat off of her. “Of course I have! Pleasing the masters is always fun. Now what have you done to them?”

Emmaline maneuvers so that Ivana suddenly pushes against nothing. Before the apprentice apothecary could find her footing, Emmaine had grabbed her around the waist from behind. Emmaline pulled the woman close, nipping at the nape of her neck.

Before the quivering woman could form a proper word, Emmaline spoke, deep and sultry, into the woman’s ear. “They ran off and left you here, dear. Oh but don’t worry, I’m sure you will find a nice~ thick~ cock~ around that village of yours.”

“L-like any of them could compare! They will be back for us!”

Emmaline placed a kiss, feather light, under Ivana’s ear. She noticed the others move in the background now that Emmaline had Ivana occupied. Jen had not looked away from Emmaline since she ‘captured’ Ivana.

Emmaline blew a kiss to Jen as she whispered in Ivana’s ear. “I know there is at least one fantastic cock there. Made me see stars~. We could share it when we get back, if you want.”

Ivana struggled, but couldn’t dislodge the acrobat. Jen was licking her lips, her shaking arm hands moving toward her bare pussy.

Ivana couldn’t break free of the adventurer and respirated to words. “I’m not a looking for anyone but the masters!”

“Oh~ Poor abandoned toy. You can’t hide it from me. You want to be pushed down and fucked into the dirt. You want to used by someone that knows how to make you scream~”

Ivana was shuddering, clenching her thighs together but her jaw was set as she glared over her shoulder at Emmaline. Emmaline’s usual sultry smirk had not shifted from her face. While Ivana had been trying to save face, Jen was sitting on the floor, three fingers buried in her cunt. “Please. Please! I need to be fucked. I need it. I need it so bad!”

Emmaline giggled. “See? Your fellow slut knows what she wants.” Emmaline but down lightly on the edge of Ivana’s ear, eliciting a moan from the woman. “You aren’t a pet, sweet girl. You’re a cock drunk slut.”

Ivana tried to bite back. “Thaaa~ That’s not true! I-I am a whore for the masters’ use only!”

Emmaline grinned as she ran her nails across the apothecary’s sides. Emmaline had not moved her hands from around Ivana’s waist.

“It seems such a shame~” Emmaline purred. “You have such a nice body. You should find someone to use it. Someone to use you like you want to be used.”

Ivana shook her head, seeming incapable of speaking with how much her lips were quivering. Her legs were shaking with her hands clamped onto Emmaline’s arms that had not moved from encircling her waist.

Emmaline wondered what would happen if she let go. She suspected Ivana would be right beside Jen, masterbating and begging to be fucked.