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Thread: Journeys of a Demon's Daughter // Nobody x Cherubian //

RE Journeys of a Demon's Daughter Verialyn quickly grabbed her luggage and stepped inside, lest the butler would change his mind on a moment's notice. Once she had a chance to look at the interior of the room, her hand opened and the backpack slumped to the floor without her noticing. She was definitely taken by the display of wealth and also quality of the art on display, and she felt thoroughly out of place. In a life long past she had been a merchant's daughter herself, but her father had never been that rich, and since then she had spent many a decade on the road. Instinctively she treaded more carefully. As Mr. I-swallowed-a-broomstick left for the owner of the house, she began to settle in for yet another long wait, starting by approaching the first painting to the right and having a closer look at it. It depicted in flawless handiwork a scene of a bathing nymph that was secretly spied upon by a huntsman hiding in the bushes next to the pond, and the artist had done an admirable job to portray the longing and want in the man's expression and posture. Her leisure was cut short though as the butler's booming voice announced the arrival of her host. She immediately turned and met him halfway, and as his eyes lingered on her chest she could not help but marvel how different his reaction was to that of his servant. Inspired by the sight of his pronounced girth straining the front of his clothes the wicked demons of her subconscious planted a naughty image into her imagination. Her, stark naked on her back on the lush carpet beneath her, her legs spread wide, with Xorien right on top of her, his sizable gut pinning her to the ground as his massive bulk almost completely covered her and under heavy panting he continued to thrust into her with reckless abandon. And right next to him the servant, observing the spectacle completely immoving, nose upturned even higher and a grimmace of utter disdain etched on his face. The thought did cause one corner of her mouth to twitch upward in the hint of a smile. You are most flattering, Master Quaric she finally replied with a curteous bow as her hand slowly sank back to her side after his kiss. I have come to you on the recommendation of our mutual friend Lord Parcol Geldern. He even gave me a letter for you, wait a moment... and with that her right hand reached for the universal female safe deposit box, her cleavage. As her fingers slipped in between her orbs and started rummaging, she commented with a sheepish grin Sorry, but I really did not want that one to get stolen, else I'd be fucked before she finally did indeed produce the letter, folded several times, slighty bent in the same shape as the curvature of her breast and still warm from the touch of her skin, but the seal intact nevertheless, and stretched out her arm to hand it to Xorien. Lord Geldern had employed me on several occasions, and it appeared he was satisfied with my service, so when I told him I had to move on and see a new city he thought you might be interested in hiring me, and pointed me in your direction.
Thread: Journeys of a Demon's Daughter // Nobody x Cherubian //

RE Journeys of a Demon's Daughter Xorien's smile only widened as Verialyn began to search for the letter, showing no sign of disapproval or surprise as her sudden curse or choice of hiding place. Calmly he took the letter and broke the seal with a thumbnail, scanning its contents just long enough to verify that her words were true, or at least that the letter matched her words, before he casually tossed aside. The butler, who Verialyn hadn't noticed moving up behind the merchant, calmly plucked the letter from the air between thumb and forefinger, holding it as one would a particularly loathsome worm. Billingsley, Xorien ordered without bothering to face the butler. Take Miss Kallidis' sword, would you? She'll be joining us for tea in the library, he explained, his tone one of an invitation that he assumed had already been accepted. He extended an arm, far thicker then her own, towards her as he motioned through one of the doors. Shall we? Billingsley's eyes communicated several unpleasant sentiments and the endless inconvenience of sterilizing the library, but with remarkable speed he had undone the straps that held her massive bastard sword upon her back and was carrying the weapon away, a barely dressed slave seeming to materialize from nowhere and following after him with Verialyn's backpack.
Thread: Journeys of a Demon's Daughter // Nobody x Cherubian //

RE Journeys of a Demon's Daughter Verialyn watched in tense silence as Xorien's eyes flew over the letter. She had no reason to doubt that Lord Geldern had meant her well, but she nevertheless was slightly more at ease once it became apparent that her current host's disposition towards her had improved, if anything. She was about to step up to him and take the offered arm, when Billingsley moved behind her. Her reflexes taking over she froze in mid motion and half turned towards him, to only slightly loose her tension as it became apparent what he was up to. Not entirely comfortable with a stranger relieving her of her weapon she nevertheless stayed still, watching with an expression of light distrust as he undid strap after strap and finally lifted the scabbard to depart with it. Turning back to Xorien, the smile returned to her face, and sliding her arm under his something impossible to do without also brushing with her hips against his massive bulk - she light heartedly told him Lead me to that library then.
Thread: Journeys of a Demon's Daughter // Nobody x Cherubian //

RE Journeys of a Demon's Daughter Billingsley continued to offer no reaction to her tension or near assault upon his person, merely depressed that his life had been reduced to carrying away the large knives of harlots. Xorien ignored the butler entirely, placing a meaty hand over Verialyn's as she wrapped her arm around his and guided her through the house, his every step bumping his weight against her. The hallways of the house were plainer then the lobby had been, though occasional pieces of artwork still dotted the walls. Finally they emerged into the library, a massive room with two impressively large bookshelves holding hundreds of tomes. Of course most of those books had never been read except by unusually bored servants, certainly Xorien had only bothered to flip through a few of them, but that was hardly the point of having a library. Please, take a seat, Xorien said as he released her arm, settling down in an armchair that must have been specially made to hold him. There were many other, more normally proportioned, chairs about the room but the merchant still patted his broad knee invitingly while making it seem as though it was but a casual gesture for a man who seemed to be at least nine tenths fat, his body language was surprisingly precise. It has been a long time since I spoke with Lord Geldern so few take the time to cross the Inner Sea merely for social engagements. I would love to hear what news you bring of him, as well as an idea of what services he engaged you to perform. Letters are so terribly impersonal when describing such exploits, he explained with a smile, his eyes alternating between covertly ogling her body and coldly studying her every motion and word.
Thread: Journeys of a Demon's Daughter // Nobody x Cherubian //

RE Journeys of a Demon's Daughter Verialyn did note the gesture for what it was, and she immediately gave a wolfish grin in return as she demonstratively took a few slow steps, her hips swaying slightly, as she walked over to the chair directly opposite him. While it was a definite possibility that she would let him bed her, and soon, they first needed to establsih a working relationship, and ideallly not one where he only considered her his whore. Finally reaching the piece of furniture, she turned in a swift half pirouette and then lowered herself until her behind sank into the plush velvet that covered the seat, each of her lower arms and hands coming to rest on one of the massive ornated armrests. As the finishing touch she leaned into the soft and comforting back rest and swung one of her legs over the other, giving only the briefest of hints to the very attentive observer that she might indeed be wearing nothing beneath that leather skirt of hers. Looking at him, still smiling but well aware of the claculating stare that hid beneath his lusty oogling she started her reply. Oh, Lord Geldern is doing fine. He has established himself well in the city by now, his rivals firmly in check, and about a year ago his third daughter was born, a real cutie. Only a short pause, before she continued As to my skillset, well that big sword I was carrying is not just part of some costume as your Mr. Billingsley assumed. Parcol came back to me often in situations where he needed muscle but the situation would not allow large numbers. Or when he thought he needed a bodyguard that noone would suspect. A nice revealing dress and some easy to conceal weaponry, and most people no longer will think of me as a threat but rather an ornament. That surprise value saved Lord Geldern's a... life more than once. I guess we pulled that trick often enough to no longer work over there, but Ael Morish is a blank slate.
Thread: Journeys of a Demon's Daughter // Nobody x Cherubian //

RE Journeys of a Demon's Daughter Xorien's eyes gleefully took in every detail of her little show, his legs widening slightly to accept her before he was ultimately disappointed. Beyond a mild, exaggerated sigh of disappointment as she sat down he gave little reaction to her teasing, merely steepling his fingers together and paying a bit more attention then he should to the secrets hidden by her legs. I'm so glad to hear that, he said with every appearance of honesty when she mentioned Geldern's daughter. He always did have some trouble properly balancing his family with his work it is good that he seems to have found a way to keep them happy while dealing with his rivals. He continued to nod thoughtfully as she described the work she been tasked to perform, raising an eyebrow slightly as he considered her words. And what a marvelous ornament you would make, my dear, he said with a smile. When she finished, he was silent for a few moments before he spoke again. Certainly impressive accomplishments, and his letter spoke very highly of your skills and other attributes. I believe I will have some use for you, assuming Billingsley can get over his distaste of anyone who actually enjoys life, he chuckled. But tales and recommendations are one thing I'm afraid proof is something else entirely. I do hate to inconvenience such a beautiful woman in any way, but there will need to be certain... he waved a hand slightly, searching for the proper word. evaluations. I trust you understand, men in my position need to be very careful of whom we hire for any task. And if I were to engage your services for the tasks you are undeniably qualified for, then I would need to be able to trust you completely, he explained, his eyes hovering upon her cleavage for a moment before he looked up again. I assume this will not be a problem?
Thread: Journeys of a Demon's Daughter // Nobody x Cherubian //

RE Journeys of a Demon's Daughter Verialyn's whole posture stayed completely calm as she listened to how Xorien was ever so carefully beating around the bush, and while she did her best to not let her exterior show it her mood darkened slightly as his speech progressed. She had a vague inkling what this test of his would be like, and if that were true it had nothing to do with her martial prowess. The way his gaze returned to her cleavage time and again rather added to that suspicion. Finally she did move, bringing her legs back into a parallel position and leaning forward until her elbows rested on her knees. Whether it was wise to grant him that improved view point was to be seen, though. Now a bit closer she looked him straight in the eyes as she spoke I do not hope it will be a problem, either. But what way exactly would you want to ... evaluate me so you can be confident in my capability?
Thread: Journeys of a Demon's Daughter // Nobody x Cherubian //

RE Journeys of a Demon's Daughter Xorien's eyes gave her the answer she had been expecting, but his mouth simply laughed slightly while he waved a hand dismissively. But where are my matters? he asked rhetorically, completely sidestepping her question. He reached out and delicately picked up a small bell from a nearby table, comically small in his thick fingers, and rang it, briefly filling the room with its soft tinkling sound. Yes, sir? asked Billingsley from directly behind Verialyn's chair she was no stranger to people sneaking up on her, but the old butler might as well have been a ghost for all the sound he had made approaching her. The tea, Billingsley. Of course, the old man murmured, vanishing back through the doorway for a few moments before returning with a large teapot and several cups upon a silver tray. He set a cup on the table beside Xorien before pouring the tea, steam billowing from the liquid as its delicate aroma began to fill the air. At last the butler turned towards Verialyn, his face blank. Would you care for some tea, my lady, he asked, his mouth twisting around the words as though they tasted of sewage, or perhaps you would prefer to get a head start on the night's drunken stupor? he continued, pointedly ignoring the disapproving glare from his master.
Thread: Journeys of a Demon's Daughter // Nobody x Cherubian //

RE Journeys of a Demon's Daughter Xorien did have a sense for the dramatic, she had to give him that as she was sure it was no unintentional memory lapse that had made him remember the tea at just that moment. Ah well. Let him have ... She jerked immediately in surprise as she heard the butler's words out of nowhere, her head twisting reflexively to face the origin of the sound before she had identified it's source. Immediately relaxing again, and leaning back into her chair her hands finding back to their previous position on the armrests as the adrenalin slowly faded back from her bloodstream, Verialyn continued to watch the butler produce the tea set. At his last question, obviously intended as an insult, her face brightened up for no apparent reason as her glance shot up at the butler and she replied But Billingsley, are you too shy to admit it openly? Does your low self esteem warp your longing for me so much that you think you have to get me drunk for a chance at my body? She paused briefly, watching his immediate reaction, before she bent her upper body over one of the armrests in Billingsley's direction and looked upwards right into his upturned nose. In her most sensual tone, even feigning something like admiration and only the wry grin on her face casting a shadow of doubt on the seriousness of her statement, she added But no, a man of your charm and sex appeal does not have to resort to such lolwy means to get to ravish me. Do you want to do it right now, or can you reign in your passion until my conversation with Master Quaric is over? If you can, I would love it if you could pour me a cup of that delicious tea. Wow, she was seriously proud of the wordsmithing she had produced there.
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RE Journeys of a Demon's Daughter Xorien had just taken a sip of tea when she spoke. He emitted a faint choking noise, clapping a hand over his mouth and watching the inevitable confrontation with wide, eager eyes. It had been a while since anyone had dared to respond to Billingsley's not-so-passive-aggressive taunts, but it was always a wonderful show when someone had the nerve. Billingsley's eyebrow quirked up, the open disdain in his eyes slowly fading to be replaced by calm consideration. The woman was not merely a poorly dressed thug only capable of uttering threats and practiced speeches then. Such a shame that she leaped immediately to such vulgar topics instead of casually working them into otherwise innocuous statements, but he could hardly expect her to pose a significant challenge. Of course, he began softly, calmly pouring another cup of the tea before handing her the cup and saucer. If you will excuse me, I shall fetch a sponge to clean up the remnants of your self-respect. Or would you prefer I simply throw it away along with your dignity? Stay, BIllingsley, Xorien suddenly ordered, grinning slightly at the non-expression on his butler's face. Sir? If Miss Kallidis is going to be working for us for any length of time, the two of you are going to have to become much better acquainted. I would hate to think that two of my employees are arguing with each other, especially not after she's made such a generous offer to extend the olive branch, the merchant explained with a smile that suggested he'd be more than happy to watch them continue to fight, especially if there was a chance of watching them make up afterwards. I hardly think- That's an order, Billingsley.
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RE Journeys of a Demon's Daughter Verialyn raised an eyebrow at the unexpected exchange between Master Quaric and his servant. Had he taken her offer more literally than the butler, and was he really planning on watching the two of them fornicate in front of his eyes? A similar image to the one she had in the entrance hall flashed up, only now with their roles reversed, and she leaned herself comfortably back into her chair, her lips twisted in a wicked smile in appreciation of Xorien's deviousness and interesting taste, as she watched the end of the one sided debate. Calmly she took a sip from the cup offered to her, only to add in the most conversational tone possible That is indeed some kick a... very good tea. Not that she knew much about tea herself, but to assume this to be true was a safe bet in such a house. As she put down the cup again her tone became more serious immediately, though. It is interesting she started her reply to no one in particular that my self respect should be measured by my adherence to rules put up by others. Giving special emphasis to the words 'self' and 'others' to accentuate the discrepancy. Rules she continued that were made up by a male dominated society as leverage to treat their women as closely controlled property. So much for dignity. A brief pause, and she continued, now looking at the butler again. I am aware that I have dropped one thing or the other to the ground during my stay in this estate, but rest assured my self-respect was not amongst them.. Looking at Xorien, her face brightened slightly and her tone became more cordially as she added. Speaking of which, I can sympathize with some of the discomfort I must have caused the beautiful Mr. Billingsly. A month on that wreckage of a ship, and a trek through the dusty roads of the city were unlikely to leave my body impeccably clean. So with respect to his justified longing for tidiness maybe we could adjust the day's schedule a bit and allow me to have a bath and maybe a change of clothes now? The last question posed at the host and owner of the mansion. I am sure someone as capable and diligent as Mr. Billingsley has already made all the necessary preparations, and will be happy to assist me for the best possible result.
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RE Journeys of a Demon's Daughter Billingsley was already geared up to respond with another blatantly condescending remark, possibly casting aspersion upon her upbringing among those with the social graces of syphilitic prostitutes, when Xorien cut him off. That sounds like an excellent idea. I would hate to run down the opportunity for you two to enjoy yourselves, or witness such a delightful reunion, the merchant said with a smile he hadn't missed her appreciation, and perhaps an idea of the twisted thoughts in her mind. The old butler seemed to also have an idea of what was floating through his master's head, and was very close to breaking the creed of the servant and breaking a teapot over the fat bastard's head, but instead merely shuddered with the horrible inevitability of his fate. Very good, sir, he murmured, motioning towards the door for Verialyn to follow. Several more hallways eventually brought them out a back door of the manor, passing through another garden before finally arriving at a much smaller structure with faint wisps of steam issuing from the door. A pair of slaves, a boy and a girl no more than eighteen and obviously chosen for their appearance, approached as Verialyn entered and bowed towards her. Would you care to be washed, Mistress? the boy asked as Billingsley attempted to make his dignified exit before that dignity was shattered.
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RE Journeys of a Demon's Daughter Verialyn wondered for a moment what exactly she had gotten herself into. But there was not much she could do now except for completely blowing that employment opportunity and neither did she really want to. The whole scene appealed to a darker side inside her, and for the moment any apprehension Xorien might limit her employment to similar activities in the future was ignored. So she followed in the butlers wake, silent all the way but not without shooting him a smile of good natured glee now and then, until they finally reached the bathhouse. She looked at the boy and girl first, and then her head turned over her shoulder towards Billingsley as he carefully took one step after another towards the exit. Oh, I would love to. Please do not be offended, but as dirty as I am now I really need to be taken care of by the best. And who would be the expert in personal hygiene if not our beloved Mr. Billingsley. The last part of the sentence was clearly spoken in the butler's direction. Spreading her arms to make disrobing her easier for him she added, her back still facing in the butler's direction If I were you I would take off some of your clothes as well. Once they get wet you will have to completely start over starching them.
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RE Journeys of a Demon's Daughter The slaves blinked in surprise, glancing at each other for a moment this wasn't exactly something that happened every day, or ever for that matter. Finally the girl shrugged slightly, and the boy nodded. Um...of course, Mistress, he said hesitantly, shooting a glance over at Billingsley the old butler's face was as still as ever, but a faint red tinge was starting to creep its ay up to his ears. We will remain here, should you have need of us, he said as the two of them bowed, backing away from Verialyn until they were kneeling upon mats beside the door to the baths. It was a few moments before Billingsley turned towards her, his eyes threatening to rip out her tongue and shove it down her throat before he was forced to endure any more of her vile suggestions, but at last he stepped forward and reached out towards her. He moved quickly and clinically, touching as little of her skin as he could even while stripping away the chain and leather that was all she wore. The slaves kept their eyes downcast even as every bit of her was revealed, and when she at last stood naked the girl stood and gathered up her armor and clothes, taking them away to a side room while Billingsley, with a deep shudder, motioned deeper into the baths. The baths were two large pools, one kept steaming hot by a conveniently placed hot spring beneath the bathhouse while the other was frigid by comparison. The water was scented with a faint, flowery perfume that pervaded the air, and even this place was adorned with finely carved sculptures, most of which would have made the bathing nymph blush.