Sir Henry’s latest toy

Set the Scene

Complication: [4] An NPC acts suddenly

Altered Scene: [6] Altered

Alteration: [4] Add a Scene Complication

Complication: [3] Wouldn't it suck if...

Failure Move [2] Put Someone in a Spot

An ally comes searching for Lavorra, but has run into trouble of their own.

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Lavorra eases the door open with a toe, the letter opener gripped in her right hand, her holy symbol reclaimed and wrapped around her wrist.

Harsh wet mouth sounds and muffled gulps and gags fill Sir Henry’s study, in time with the wizard’s own rumbling groans. Her eyes grow wide with dawning realisation.

How many poor souls does he have here? Did I know about this?

Her fragile mind boils with confusion and anger, and she throws the door wide, confronting the scene before her.

Sir Henry looks up, startled, his shocked expression inspiring a vindictive mirth from Lavorra. He sits at his desk, shirt open to reveal his broad, hairy chest. Lavorra frowns, unable to see the source of the noises.

Until she spots a pair of petite red feet sticking out from under the desk, pink toes curled in pleasure, not unlike her own had been as she serviced her captor the night before. She notices, even at this distance, a small freckle on the left sole, and recognises it.

Oh no.

Her gaze travels up, seeing Sir Henry’s arm reaching under the desk, his fingers wrapped tightly and cruelly around one of a pair of upward-pointing horns, which bob up and down, encouraged by his forceful motions.

I know those horns, too.

“You sick, twisted -“ Lavorra yelps, lunging forward.

With a snap of his fingers, Lavorra finds herself frozen on the spot, precariously balanced on one foot, but remaining perfectly still. Her eyes dart around, panicking.

“I did wonder how long it would take you to realise this time. And I thought I’d let things play out a little longer, once your charming little fiend-friend came looking for you.” Sir Henry smirks, shoving roughly down on Zeya’s curly head. Lavorra hears her friend let out a helpless gurgle from under the table, her feet squirming.

“It’s not going to go any differently this time, my sweet little pixie. Except that, you’ll get to watch as I have my way with Zeyariel here. She really was terribly friendly, and that was before I ensorcelled her.” He grips Zeya by both horns, yanking her free of his cock and holding her head above the table.

Lavorra looks into the helpless doe eyes of her friend, her blood boiling. But she can do nothing but watch, as Sir Henry leads his new prize by the horns, Zeya meekly obeying, a sweet and empty-headed smile on her face. Her new master lifts her by the hips, raising her onto the desk with his back to Lavorra.

“We’ll start this way. See how far we get. Later I’ll have you both clean me up. She really was so **** to find you, nymph. So terribly worried about her dear friend.” He glances over his shoulder, shuddering softly as he enters Zeya, who moans lustily. He lifts her slender red legs up, settling her ankles on his shoulders, his hips already smacking against her bubbly rear, taking no time to ease into things. “After you destroyed the Menhir, and set back my experiments with the Daemonbrood, serving at my pleasure is the least you little sluts can do.”