Aurora - Chapter 1 - The Golden Age Of Lithuin - Sex Stories

Aurora - Chapter 1 - The Golden Age Of Lithuin

... War of the Magi. The only changes she'd made were arcane in nature. Primal magic to enhance her physique and permanent conjurations that kept her beauty flawless.

Atop her jet black hair sat a thick golden headband with a small dragon perched at its peak. The band extended down the sides of her head, curving below her ears until the polished metal trailed back into her shoulder-length locks. Any mortal who beheld her splendor for the first time could easily mistake the archmage for a valkyrie.

Though she often wore a cape, gorget, shoulder armor and various necklaces, tonight she was bare from the neck down to her considerable cleavage. Shoulder straps with inlaid golden studs held up her dark purple corset. A belt of decorative gold plates wrapped around her waist, leading down to a purple skirt that slid almost all the way to the ground. It opened at the front, revealing shapely legs clad in black leather thigh-highs. Ushani's boots matched the dark shine of her armgloves which climbed all the way from her glossy fingers to just below her biceps.

She sat with her legs crossed, her boots receiving the enthusiastic worship of the slave at her feet. His tongue glided up and down her leather-encased calf, spending what little moisture he had to shine Ushani's footwear. Every now and then she paused in her study of the glowing crystal to glance down at her pitiful boot-licker. Every collared male that was chosen for the task felt honored beyond measure. Seeing the ...

... depths to which they'd been broken couldn't help but put a thin smile on her face.

Ushani took another sip, draining her chalice completely. She leaned over the side of the chair, where a second male waited on hands and knees; his back ready to serve as table for her cup. Both he and the boot-licker were clad in thick black rubber from head to toe. The holes for their eyes, nose and mouth were the only openings in their permanent latex attire. The steel collars on their necks bore a six digit number, their only identifying mark. The male slaves of Lucia had no name but the pet monikers and degrading epithets their Mistresses chose on a whim.

“It's empty, slave. Go, fetch me more.”

The obedient gimp rose quickly, accepted the goblet with reverence and rushed off to refill her wine. As she waited for him to return, Ushani nudged her tongue slave aside and shifted her legs.

“Other one, bitch. And don't forget to lick the bottom. That's the best part!”

“Yes, my Queen.”

The eager slave resumed his task. He tried desperately to summon more saliva on his quickly drying tongue but coaxed scarce little. Nonetheless, he extended his tiring appendage and swabbed it along the sole of her left boot. Low moans of adoration and contentment escaped his lips as he went about his work.

An amused murmur escaped Ushani's lips as she eyed the groveling gimp. Her other bitch boy returned and handed Ushani the refilled cup. The equally happy slave lowered himself back down and ...