Slurtis goes back for Eilwy

Yakundo finished chaining Eilwy to the dungeon wall once more. He was rough, and she could feel his erection against her thigh, pressing insistently through his leather trousers. Once she was tied up, he smirked coldly.

"Looks like you had a lucky escape tonight, witch. But the spell will be ready for tomorrow. You're going into that painting one way or another, legs spread nicely."

There was a muffled whsss-crack! noise down the corridor, and Eilwy heard the Marquess laughing. Whsss-crack!

The guard captain was still pressing against her. She could smell his sweat. "The Marquess has promised me a reward," he whispered, and then ran his wet tongue slowly over Eilwy's cheek. "I'm not sure whether to ask for time alone with you or that bitch in the next cell. What do you think?"

Wshhhh-crack! The sound was muffled, but it was clear that the Marquess was getting some frustration out of her system.

Yakundo's face was right in front of her. She could feel his hot breath on her face. Eilwy tried to face him down, but it was difficult whilst chained naked to a wall. Especially when she felt his fingers starting to explore her groin, stroking gently at her pubic hair. She shook her head at him, eyes blazing, but he just smiled.

"I think I'll pick you," he whispered. "I bet you squeal nicely when you're with a real man. Think about it - I'll be your last fuck before you get drawn into the picture." His finger touched her pussy lips, not pushing in, just teasing. "I'll leave you with something to think about," he said. He undid his leather trousers and pulled out his cock, which was long and fat and quite impressive. It pressed against Eilwy's belly like a club. Eilwy paled at the sight, squirming in dismay.

Yakundo laughed and patted her cheek, then did his trousers back up. As he did so, Celia's two maids entered the room and curtsied.

"Mistress requests you do a check of the castle. She wants that priest found."

Yakundo tipped Eilwy a wink. "See you in the morning, witch," he whispered, and left the room.

Eilwy hung there for a while longer. The noises in the next cell eventually stopped. It sounded like Sylla might have gotten off fairly lightly this evening.... perhaps because the Marquess was in no hurry to finish the job. The sounds of the castle were quiet.

She dozed off for a bit, but jerked awake the minute the cell door creaked open. She was surprised to see Slurtis entering, a black cloak thrown over his red robe. She'd assumed he had fled. As he shut the door and padded over, she noted how he moved very quietly for a fat man. He was clearly more dangerous than he appeared.

"We meet again," he said drily. "I have a new offer for you Eilwy. Would you like to hear it?"