Her sharp, deep green eyes penetrated his hiding spot. With a surge of willpower, Aarilon tore his gaze from her body and straightened up.
The key was indeed under the skull on the table, as she had instructed him. Aarilon set the skull back in place on the table with a look of distaste. The key was tiny and golden and rested securely in the center of his palm.
"Quickly now. I don't have all day," he heard the woman call from inside the room.
As he entered, Aarilon was struck again with the powerful scent of sex that hung in the air, mingled with a tantalizing hint of expensive perfume. The young woman made no move to cover her body, but instead placed a hand on her bare hip and flashed him an impatient look.
"Now use it to unlock this," she set her foot forward, clearly indicating the anklet that chained her to the wall.
Kneeling before this young woman, Aarilon reflected that this might indeed be an unwise course of action. If this girl and the minotaur were the Grand Magus's playthings, then by freeing either of them he might just have more to worry about than getting permission to hunt gnolls.
But the view was wonderful. And he did so want to touch that sweaty silken skin and damp blonde hair clinging to her shoulders and back. He reached forward inserted the key, delibratly exaggerating his motions in order to brush his hand along her ankle. With an audible click, the anklet fell to the stone with a clatter.
"Gladys!" she called out.
"Yes, mistress Clara."
The new voice from behind Aaralon snapped back instantly. It had been so unexpected that he fell backwards from his kneeling position, and nearly tripped on the hem of a knotted threadbare carpet while struggling to remain upright.
"Goliath is not yet sated. Bring up one of the serving girls so that he may spend the rest of his energy."
"But mistress, the Grand Magus has instructed us that your training session is to last until supper time."
"Who is giving orders now? Me, or the Magus?" Clara's eyes flashed imperiously, even as another great blob of cum oozed its way down her ankle and settled viscously onto the stone floor.
"Yes mistress."
"And bring me a towel and some clothes. It may amuse that sour old bitch to see her granddaughter covered in sweat and animal semen at meal times, but it certainly does not amuse the granddaughter."
Gladys looked for a moment as though she were about to cite another instruction of the Grand Magus, but then thought the better of it and turned to leave, "Yes mistress."
The minotaur bellowed again and stamped a hoof against stone the floor with a loud clack. Its muscled hairy legs had begun to tremble, and its enormous sack swayed back and forth heavily between them. The beast's member was fully engorged again and saluting Clara's back. A bubble of precum the size of Aaralon's thumbnail had formed on the tip.
A thick bare arm, marbled in red and orange flesh tones, reached out for Clara, but she merely patted it soothingly, and called down into the hallway after the retreating maid, "Make sure she's pretty!"
She then turned her attention to Aaralon and her green eyes narrowed, "Why are you still here?" |