Male Tongue Slaves Middle Ages Novels & Stories

He paused for a second before smirking like a psycho. "And you my dear are a slave now. This Rogue King's Slave." _____________________________________

he said gruffly. To Mare’s surprise, House Angrip chose a tearful Llod. And so, just like that they were shared as slaves but not just any slave…honored slaves among their kinds.

They were encouraging someone to do something. “That’s right little bitch, that’s what you are now, the slave bitch!” I heard one man laugh out. “Fuck him good!” Another called. The smell of male arousal was strong, the offending scent assaulting my nose. Ten other slaves stood around crowding in a circle. I heard a slap, and someone making a panicked noise. Some of the men had their cocks in their hands watching whatever was in the middle of the circle.

This doesn’t sound good. “What's your name?” I whisper to him. “As a slave, I don't have a name,” the male says. He is a slave? Fuck the jaguars. “Are there any other slaves in the tribe?” I ask in a low voice. “I can't talk about this.” He didn't deny it, so definitely, there are more slaves. We walk for about five minutes on a narrow tunnel until we enter a chamber. Immediately I smell vampires. A trap! And I walked right into it.

“Such a horny slave, you must know who owns you.” Chloe nodded fervently, almost trembling. “I belong to you… master… all of me… everything…” A predatory smile spread across his lips. “Good… very good. That’s it… That’s exactly how you should feel. Such a perfect little slave. So ready… so obedient… every part of you is mine, and I will make you feel it… every moment…” His teeth grazed her throat again, sharper this time, the threat of the bite lingering between them like a promise. Chloe’s head fell back against his shoulder, her body arching into his touch, breathless, “Yes, Master,” spilling from her lips.

When it comes to any nation shortage of labour, of all the allied nation Dukedom of Angela were the apparent one with this issue, but they weren’t the only one who vastly interested in trading slaves. For example on the Eastern alliance, the Grand Coastal City of Meerkat are also very interested in this trade, as they were actually one of the biggest trader in the Eastern hemisphere of the Central Continent, and they are known to be the hub for slave trading, although in a modern world this type of trade is frowned upon, here in Fantasma, a medieval world. This is just a normal thing, and thus as one of a player in this world stage, Aeternum had to follow along, but still as always in Aetern

I don't want to go there but they send invitations nonstop as if they think that I will go to their disgusting auction. “But, sir. They already know about your identity and you are still a member." What he said made me growl in annoyance. I actually don't know why I ended up signing up for them. All I remember is I was drunk and wanted something sweet when they asked me to join their secret group called Sweet Delights. I really thought that it was for VIPs however when I attended their invitations, it was a human auction for slaves. Men and women are there with their masks on. Well, I do love having a slave and I had so many ones before but nothing interests me which made me want to leave th

Loud music blares out over a scene lit by the lurid-vivid multi-coloured lighting favoured in these places. Half a dozen male Caucasian faces, their owners in assorted states of undress, are being serviced by a dozen or fifteen of Chuan's slaves. We pass one, pants around his ankles, being sucked off by a girl who doesn't look old enough to be out of school. His hand around the back of her head, she's struggling as he pulls her in, not giving her any chance to breathe or swallow. A companion sits close by, jerking himself off, apparently to the noises she's making.

A teenage guy screams, slapping dirty blonde on the back. I gulped heavily reaching for his dick.... "What the fuck are you doing slave!!" I jumped in fright at the voice of my master, I looked behind and oh no... he isn't happy. He is one angry beast right now.

he continued, his voice increasing sternly as we progressed. Why won't I know the first step when I've been here all my life? I'll be turning eighteen in a few weeks, they normally let slaves leave on their eighteenth birthday, that's provided the slave serve well throughout his slave time, that's the one thing I looked forward to in this life. In the first stage, I used my tongue to worship every inch of his body without leaving a place, from his neck, through his belly, down to his shaft. I licked his entire pen.