1. The Trials of Valeriya: Back in Bonds; Chapter 4/15


    Date: 2/21/2017, Categories: Fantasy Authoritarian, Consensual Sex Older Male / Female, Slavery, Author: Stick of Truth, Source: sexstories.com

    WARNING - ADULTS ONLY Please be advised that this is sexually explicit material and is not to be viewed by minors under the age of 18. If you are not of legal age please close this window immediately. All rights reserved. No part of this text may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author. Copyright © 2014 by High Smut All characters and events in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly coincidental. THE TRIALS OF VALERIYA BACK IN BONDS Chapter 4 Valeriya’s next day was spent relaxing and taking care of the girly things—waxing her legs and nether lips, trimming her nails and such—and wandering around Tanacu, working out a plan. Tanacu was an old city—although not nearly as old as the capitals of other eight riverine kingdoms—situated by the marshy waterside of the river Langenrieth. It was a colorful jumble of multistoried buildings made of bricks and wooden planks, but no large stone structures can be seen in Tanacu. Valeriya walked around the crammed marketplaces, talking to travelers and traders, inquiring about current Laski happenings. She learnt from a Laski wine merchant that Marquis Vlad of Gorczyca was currently residing indefinitely in his manor at Dolne, reasons: unknown. But it was rumored that he was going to petition something drastic before the king at the Congregation of the Houses before King Maxim’s Day. When asked about the marquis’ activities in Dolne so early before ...
    ... the congregation, the merchant could only reveal that Vlad’s time was spent terrorizing the girls in his bordello at the capital’s red-lantern district between rumored secretive meetings with other influential Laski nobles. Valeriya considered the time well spent. All she had to do was keep drinking the ale the ogling merchant kept buying her and subtly direct the flow of their conversation. Valeriya rewarded the man by pressing her breasts against his arm and placing a wet, lingering kiss on his cheek. “…genuine work of Tertius, the Summer Knight himself…” the somber voice, more than the words spoken drew Valeriya’s attention. It was a Cincuman—a very well dressed Cincuman. What was different about him, beside his classy threads, was his voice—there was a deep melancholic tone to his voice—and the painting he was holding up, although he looked little different from your common cheerful Cincumen otherwise. “Ah!” the Cincuman cried happily when he saw Valeriya stop and stare. “An uncommon lady! With an uncommon taste in fine arts!” He lifted the heavy wooden framed painting higher so Valeriya could examine it better. “A portrayal by King Tertius himself! Of his own lady wife!” It was indeed a fine piece. And how very Tertiusesque! It was a painting of Queen Hadriana, bathing under a weak waterfall—naked. She was beautiful. And the artist did her justice. “Very nice,” Valeriya acknowledged. “It is , isn’t it?” The man was trying hard to keep his eyes locked onto her face. Not ...
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