Thread: Epidemic ((Dampylle&Retro))

Mythrand chuckled as the thrall oh so willingly wiggled her shapely rear against his lap and the rather impressive bulge there. He had at least a dozen women like this all of whom would make many men and women drool in desire. They were also all addicted to him in one way or another and thus all to willing... it also did not hurt that when he was done with them after the start they also all seemed to have quite a bit more hunger in certain respects, more desire... and thus did not mind the attention one bit. He knew full well some of those in his employ were want to enjoy the women as well, and so long as they only did so with his graces so as to avoid his favorites and not slack off on their work he allowed them that benefit. Hell the women were the main reason the men worked so hard, after all when the reward was a busty libidinous beauty all to eager to indulge in carnal desires it seemed quite the motivator. But the men knew full well they were all his thralls and that to play with his toys without permission was not the sort of thing that tended to end well. But for now that was not the concern, the eager buxom lovely in his lap was. He trailed his fangs along her neck to whisper into her ears in those velvety hypnotic tones that seemed to slip so smoothly past her defenses and blend so smoothly with her thoughts, They can wait... you know you are far to sexually charged to ignore your desire for me... you know you do not want to resist the urge to be a horny plaything for your master. Even as he spoke his hands slid up to fondle her full tits possessively while his fingers found her nipples through her tight top to pinch at while his fangs once more traced down along her neck with that promise of the dark kiss, that temptation that if she only submitted to her desire and lust he would give her that narcotic pleasure that left her quaking and ready for more. As he waited for the thrall to feign a struggle or simply give in, he turned his gaze idly over to observe how the article was shaping up from the woman who he would no doubt hunt next. Of course the computers continued to track the beauty below as she typed. Even if not the computers as soon as the master had asked the girls began to watch her and those behind the bar and in the back did their bit as well. They would watch and keep track of her in hopes of being able to offer something to their master... the men in hopes of a chance with the thralls, and the thralls in hopes that he would have his way with them if they did well. So it was no surprise when the barista checked old orders on her account and prepared the coffee perfectly, nor was it a surprise when the servers made sure to downplay it as nothing major when she seemed curious as to how. Eventually people came to simply expect that level of service from the cafe and that is when they were truly hooked. They knew that given his interest the beauty they were watching would either end up a personal pet or a thrall in all likelyhood and some of them wanted to be in good graces when as always happened with those their master had his way with... her hungers grew and he made her embrace all she suppressed. For now that meant keeping her happy so that she stayed as long as possible and keeping an eye on what she was up to.