Thread: The Amazon's Prize (PsionicCuttlefish & Madam Mim)

Bardon shifted his limbs slightly to get more comfortable inside the cage, while he continued to breath steadily and evenly. What Noriam had done to him actually wasn't so bad. He felt good, with his cock pulsing in his pants and bulging out, it was perfectly fine with him to be hot and turned on. He couldn't think of how this was supposed to be a punishment, but for now, he figured he'd just sit back and enjoy the feeling of arousal. He did take notice of Noriam talking to another Amazon, 'Ibana'. Bardon furrowed his brow, hearing them mention the second half of the mushroom cap he'd been fed, and about how no man had ever lasted a full week under its effects, though one had lasted for a day. Apparently, that was supposed to be impressive. Bardon rolled his eyes. The two Amazons continued to chat, and from context, he figured that Ibana was trying to 'break' a male of her own. Fight the good fight, brother. Bardon thought in his mind. Then there was that other man, a not-very-impressive looking one, who was debasing himself before the Amazon while she gave him trite praise. Bardon certainly didn't think of that weakling as a real man in any way. For now, he just leaned his head back against the bars of the cage, jaw still held high, and continued to enjoy the warm sensation in his loins. Meanwhile, when Noriam nudged him and commanded him to rise, Damon did so immediately but not too quickly. While he didn't particularly enjoy the grunt work and chores that were often heaped upon him, especially when he was essentially 'last place' in Noriam's choice of her menslaves, he still craved and looked forward to even the smallest of touches or rewards from her. Despite the unfairness of it, he didn't want to do anything to risk the scraps he was given. Thus, as Noriam was running her hand through his hair, even giving him a small kiss on his forehead and telling him he would get a proper reward, his eyes fluttered and his mouth parted slightly to let out a sigh. Even this simple contact and acknowledgement from his owner made him feel content enough. Thank you, goddess, thank you so much, any reward would be enough for me, just feeling your touch is fulfilling... He leaned his head into Noriam's hand, as he raised both of his own to contact Noriam's forearm and rub her lovingly. Another one of Noriam's slaves, Thaddeus, had just finished his own task he'd been working on since before Noriam arrived, which was fletching her a new set of arrows for her bow to replace ones that had been lost. He got up and headed towards the doorway of the house, nodding to Darshe and Lyst as he passed, who had relocated themselves to where they could watch Noriam outside while they remained cuddling together. Thaddeus walked up behind Noriam and gently rested his hands on her sides. If our goddess will be rewarding the runt soon, shall I help her feel properly warmed up and loved enough herself? He questioned softly as his hands and fingers crept up Noriam's stomach to underneath her amazing Amazonian rack. Out of Noriam's menslaves, he had quite a breast-fetish. OOC Though Bardon's confident now, he'll start changing his tune eventually as well, I'm thinking he'll be able to hold out until next morning, but that will be his limit. Unless you want him to actually last the full week and get another dose of the mushroom, though that would be inexplicably 'special'...