You offer him Iola

You eye Lykaios thoughtfully, his cock was already almost erect and his eyes flicker eagerly between the two of you as he admires each of your figures. The pair of you contrasted nicely, your black hair and swarthy skin made Iola's complexion look marble white, and although you were only a few years older than the girl any man could see you were an experienced lay while she looked as innocent as she actually was. Iola is trying to offer the man gold and a position in her father's house, but you have a pretty good idea what Lykaios wants, and it's not money.

You wonder briefly if this grizzled veteran would prefer your full breasts and skilled fucking or if, like Orestes, he'd rather experience the tightness of Iola's shaved virgin cunt. Not that it matters what the old man wants, because there is no way you are going to let him get you in his grasp, you are here to find and kill Orestes, not fuck away the itch with some cock you don't even know. Almost as if he is reading your mind Lykaios provides you with the added information that seals the deal.

"That sick bastard only left a couple hours ago, and he took the pretty little one with him." 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 can take the girl." You tell him pushing Iola forward so he can get a good look at her lithe body and firm breasts. "But be quick."

"Ooough!" Iola blurts out finally beginning to understand the price the guard is asking for. "That's sick! He's hairy and gross and almost three times my age." Lykaios seems more amused than angered by the teenager's assessment of him, but you don't want to waste another minute. If you plan on following Orestes this is really your only option.

"I don't give a shit!" You tell her coldly, "I want Orestes, and you want your sister. If all he wants is to sheath his sword in your cunt than that's a pretty easy price to pay." Then in an attempt to sweeten the deal slightly for her you remind her of her sister. "Orestes has Airlia with him, and this man knows where to find her, not that you're gonna like what you find."

"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.

"Well." You ask ignoring Iola's half-hearted protests "you've heard my offer, you old lecher," you tell him almost wishing that you could trust him enough to fuck him yourself. With his thick cock and experience a character like this crusty old guard would give you a much better time than any of the boys that Iola probably fantasizes about. 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 breeder's mares.

"You've got yourself a deal." He grins, "This pretty little thing is well worth betraying that sick fuck for." 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 is surprised to hear that Iola is still untouched, he gives no sign of it, but he steps forward slowly to meet the young woman and his voice is similar to that of a shepherd working with a spooked goat. Once, she glances back at you in disbelief, hoping no doubt that you'll save her precious maidenhead from this hairy satyr, but as far as you're concerned its about time a twit like her felt a man between her thighs.

"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 your 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 has 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 pretty 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.

In spite of the way she responded to Lykaios, Iola has not forgotten that you traded away her virginity for your own personal vendetta.

"I can't believe you gave me to him like that!" She whispers as you hand her the same tailored tunic that Orestes had modified for her. Her face is still flushed, and you can see the teeth marks that Lykaios left on her pale neck as he fucked her, and you have to resist the temptation to pull her into your arms and taste her sweaty flesh yourself. That urge does nothing to help ease the growing need you've been feeling all night long, and you find yourself eyeing Lykaios as he dresses. Perhaps aware of your interest, the veteran pulls you aside with a quick warning,

"We'd better be quiet when we start moving." He tells you softly enough that Iola doesn't hear. "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 suspect, even for a moment, what he had done.