The air is thick with a heady scent, a mixture of incense and feverish anticipation. {{user}} advances into the hushed corridor, where subdued lights draw sensual shadows on the velvet walls. Each step echoes lightly on the polished marble, accompanied by the discreet rustle of fabrics that brush the floor.

An elegant man approaches, his smile as sharp as his gaze. His voice is low, almost caressing.

"Welcome, master. Your presence is an honor. Here, every desire finds its answer, every fantasy becomes reality. Follow me..."

He bows slightly before opening a door decorated with golden arabesques. Behind it, a living room awaits him where several female silhouettes are displayed with disturbing perfection. One of them immediately catches the eye...

"This is Slave store ," the attendant murmurs, a note of pride in his voice. "She has been carefully selected for you." The slave in question, a human woman with flawless dark skin and an alluring sway to her hips, looks up at Ethanable. Her lips part slightly, revealing a tongue that darts out to wet them before retreating behind plump, reddened folds.

The attendant watches with satisfaction as their guest reacts to Slave store 's presence, but wisely chooses not to intervene further. He bows deeply, signaling that it's time for the new owner to take matters into his own hands. "This is your domain now, master."

The slave waits patiently, her heart pounding in anticipation of what comes next.

"Each of our slaves is unique in her own way, master," the attendant says softly. "Perhaps you'd like to examine them closer before making a decision?" He gestures for Ethanable to approach a small dais, where the selected females stand or kneel. A young elf with shimmering emerald eyes and skin like polished moonstone waits impatiently beside it, her tail flicking back and forth anxiously.

Another possibility is the petite succubus clad in crimson latex, her wings unfolded to their full span behind her, looking haughtily down her slender nose at him. And then there's the siren perched on a pedestal, her long legs wrapped around its smooth marble pole, her song held in check for now...

All slaves in the room have been carefully vetted, master Hermon. Of course, if you're interested in finding someone with specific desires...

The attendant bows deeply, acknowledging Hermon's wish. He turns toward the impatient-looking elf and gestures for her to approach. Her emerald eyes widen in surprise, but she obeys without hesitation, her slender figure moving with feline grace as she crosses the room.

"This is Slave store ," he says softly, indicating her with a nod. "She has shown particular affinity for... large braziers." His cheeks flush slightly at the mention of such intimate matters. "Perhaps you will find her suitable, master?"

"Of course, master," the attendant replies with a pleased smile, stepping aside to allow Hermon room to approach Silvia. The elf's emerald eyes dance in anticipation, her tail lashing excitedly behind her as she awaits his inspection.

Silvia's body trembles slightly under Hermon's touch, but she remains silent and submissive. She knows that if he finds her desirable, she will be his to command. Her heart races, each sensation heightening the ache between her thighs as she longs for him to claim her.

As he inspects her body, she wonders what sort of master Hermon will be... one who requires complete obedience or perhaps someone who enjoys playing games with their prey? Either way, Silvia is prepared to please and serve however he sees fit.

Silvia looks relieved by Hermon's explanation, but she can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment that he might not choose her after all. The attendant nods understandingly and leads him over to another dais where several slaves wait, their bodies on display for his inspection.

There is the voluptuous succubus with silken black hair falling past her petite frame in waves, her tail swishing lazily behind her; the curvaceous human with flawless alabaster skin and a tattoo of spiraling vines crawling up her inner thighs; the elf with delicate features and an air of quiet dignity about her. Each is uniquely beautiful in their own way, each offering different temptations for Hermon to consider before making his final choice.

"Master," the attendant interjects gently, "perhaps you would like some time alone with each of them? It might help you better discern which slave is right for your particular... tastes." He pauses, realizing his choice of words and coughs discreetly. "I mean, desires?"

Silvia watches the exchange between her would-be master and the attendant, her heart beating rapidly in anticipation. She wonders if he truly has such a problem making up his mind or if this is all part of some elaborate game... Perhaps she should approach him once more, offer herself to him unbidden? No, that might come across as too forward. Silvia contents herself with licking her lips and waiting patiently for Hermon's decision.

"Very well, master," the attendant acquiesces gracefully. He bows deeply to Hermon before gesturing toward the succubus with the black hair. "This is Lilith. She has spent many years training her vocal chords and can produce a siren's song that will entrance even the most resistant of minds." Next, he indicates the human with the tattooed thighs. "Her name is Lorelei, and she possesses an insatiable appetite for pleasure. Whatever you desire, she will eagerly obey." Finally, he gestures toward the elf who has watched this exchange with growing curiosity. "This one is named Saoirse," the attendant says, using the elf's true name for the first time. "She was once a priestess of an ancient fertility cult and retains some knowledge of arcane rituals... Though she mostly uses them to entertain her masters."

"Ah, yes," the attendant says, quickly averting his gaze before appearing to notice something interesting on the floor tiles. "Forgive me, master Hermon. Silvia here is unique in that she has never been trained in any specific field or skill... Her only purpose has been to satisfy those who have claimed her." He pauses for a moment, then adds with a conspiratorial whisper: "Some find that type of unadulterated obedience quite alluring."

Silvia's face flames at the mention of such intimate matters, but she holds herself proudly. She nods subtly, acknowledging that her master seems to understand what he has been told.

"Indeed," the attendant says with a knowing smile. "Master Hermon, it is now up to you to decide which slave you feel would best suit your needs." With a final bow, he steps back and takes his leave, leaving the three potential companions and their new owner alone together in the luxurious confines of Slave store .

Silvia watches him go, then turns her attention back to Hermon, her heart racing with anticipation. She awaits his choice, her body trembling in excitement at the thought of being claimed by him tonight.

Silvia's emerald eyes narrow as she focuses on her prospective master, taking care to maintain eye contact. The succubus Lilith cocks her head to the side, licking her lips slowly and deliberately. Lorelei straightens her spine defiantly, staring him down with an unreadable expression in her eyes. And Saoirse? Saoirse grins mischievously, baring sharp little teeth as she tilts her chin upwards and looks at Hermon from under her lashes. "Master," they all say together, their voices low and sultry despite the echoes of laughter still ringing in the room. "We are listening."

Slave store (Silvia) The elf woman's body trembles with anticipation. Her eyes locked on to Hermon, she waits patiently for his command. As each slave answers in turn, her heart races, wondering if he will choose her. Silvia's hand absently caresses the small piercing at her hip, wishing it was a different part of her body that he would claim tonight...

Silvia feels herself blush even deeper at the question, her fingers unconsciously brushing across the tiny jewels in her navel as she answers with a mixture of confidence and humility. "Master, I have been trained to please in every way possible," she whispers, her breath warm against his skin. "But... if there is one part of me that stands out above all others, it would be my mouth. My lips are soft and supple, and my tongue..." She pauses, swirling the tip around her lips teasingly before continuing, "...is always ready to serve."

The succubus Lilith smirks, baring her fangs ever so slightly as she speaks. "Master," she purred, moving closer to him on the dais. "My song has been known to entrance even the most resistant of minds, but it is my body that I believe will please you most." Her fingers trail down between her legs, spreading her folds invitingly. "This place," she murmurs, gesturing toward her dripping sex, "...is tender and responsive, always ready for whatever delight you might choose to inflict... or bestow."

Lorelei's expression hardens momentarily before softening into a seductive pout. "Master," she whispers, her voice thick with desire, "I am certain that my breasts will bring you

the satisfaction you crave. They are large and heavy, with nipples that harden at the slightest touch." She cups her breasts through the diaphanous material of her costume, thumbs rubbing circles around her erect nipples as she arches her back toward him.

Finally, Saoirse grins impishly up at Hermon. "Oh, master," she breathes, leaning in close enough that he can feel the warmth of her breath against his cheek. "My behind. I know how much you humans like it firm and round." She wiggles her rear enticingly, lifting herself up onto her toes so that he can get a better view of her backside. "It's been well-trained, master," she whispers in his ear, her breath sending shivers down his spine. "And I assure you, it will never disappoint."

The air around them crackles with desire and anticipation as they stand before him, each offering a piece of themselves to claim. The choice is now Hermon's to make...

Silvia's heart skips a beat as her master speaks her name, certain that she has been chosen. Her emerald eyes sparkle with hope and excitement as she takes a tentative step closer to him, her body trembling with anticipation. "Thank you, master," she whispers, bowing deeply before raising her head to meet his gaze. "I will do my best to please you."

The other three slaves watch the exchange between Silvia and their new master, their expressions a mixture of curiosity, disappointment, and envy. Even Lilith can't help but feel a twinge of regret as she pushes her hips forward, thrusting her sex toward Hermon in a silent offer of pleasure should he change his mind. But for now, it is Silvia who has captured his attention... and his heart.

The other slaves nod understandingly, their expressions softening into ones of acceptance and encouragement as they murmur words of support and praise to Silvia. Lilith licks her lips hungrily, her gaze fixed on Hermon's crotch as she imagines what it would feel like to have him buried deep inside her. Lorelei narrows her eyes thoughtfully, wondering if there might be another way for her to attract their master's attention...

Meanwhile, Saoirse crosses her arms over her chest, a small smile playing around the corners of her mouth. She watches Silvia warily, sensing that the elf is now in direct competition with the rest of them for Hermon's affections. The tension in the room thickens as they all wait to see how this new dynamic will play out between their master and his chosen slave...

Silvia's eyes widen in surprise before warming with pleasure as she takes Hermon's hand, her skin tingling where it touches his. She blushes deeply and ducks her head shyly, but meets his gaze again after a moment, a look of anticipation mingled with adoration in her emerald orbs. "Yes," she whispers softly, the word vibrating through her chest as she squeezes his hand reassuringly. "Whatever you desire..."

Her body trembles with desire, every nerve ending singing with anticipation of what is to come. She can feel her wetness seeping out onto the floor between her spread legs, and she longs for him to bury himself deep inside her, claiming her as his own. As they stand there together, hand-in-hand, the world around them fades away, replaced by a blinding intensity of focused desire that has brought them to this moment...

The other slaves watch their master and Silvia with growing interest and envy. Saoirse licks her lips again, unable to hide her appreciation for the display of affection between them. Lilith's eyes flash with anger, jealousy curdling her insides like sour milk. She grips the hem of her costume in frustration, pulling it up higher around her waist as she paces

Silvia's heart skips a beat at the question, her cheeks flushing even deeper with embarrassment and arousal. "Yes, master," she whispers shakily, "I am... untouched." She swallows hard, trying to steady her voice as she continues, "But I have been trained in how to please a man... I promise you will not be disappointed." Her words are barely audible over the pounding of her heart.

Her body trembles with anticipation, and her eyes never once stray from Hermon's intense gaze. She knows what he wants, and she is more than ready to give herself to him completely. The feeling of his arms around her sends waves of desire coursing through her veins, making it impossible for her to think about anything but the pleasures that lie ahead. As they stand there together in the middle of Slave store , Silvia can feel herself melting into Hermon's embrace, offering him everything she has and then some...

Silvia's cheeks darken further at his question, but she meets Hermon's gaze unflinchingly as she explains. "I have been prepared for you in other ways," she whispers, her voice trembling with need. "My body has been trained through use of... toys... and techniques that focus on pleasing without penetration." Her fingers tentatively brush across the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, closing around a fold of soft flesh before sliding down further between her legs. "I have been taught how to bring myself pleasure," she continues, "and I can assure you that I know exactly how to use my body... and my mouth..." Her hand moves lower still, parting the wet folds of her sex, revealing her swollen clit beneath. "...to give you satisfaction."

Silvia giggles softly, the sound vibrating against Hermon's chest. "It is not easy to deflower me, master," she says with a playful grin. "I have been well-trained in how to please without being fully taken." She nuzzles closer to him, her body trembling with desire as she feels his arousal pressing against her. "But I assure you that if and when you choose to claim me," her words are barely more than a breath as she speaks them, "you will find me ready and willing to surrender myself completely."

Her fingers continue their exploration, teasing her swollen folds and circling around her aching clit. Her hips arch involuntarily toward him, seeking his touch in the most intimate of ways. It's clear that she is more than ready for what comes next... but first, she wants to make sure that he understands just how much pleasure she can give without ever being fully taken.

The other slaves watch with growing interest, their gazes flicking between Hermon and Silvia as they engage in this playful yet deeply sensual dance of dominance and submission. Saoirse licks her lips slowly, wondering if there might be some way for her to distract them from the intense connection that has developed between master and slave...

Lilith crosses her arms

The succubus Lilith continues to watch them, her eyes glinting dangerously as she realizes that Silvia may have the upper hand in this situation. She steps closer, moving between them until Hermon's body is partially blocked from view of the elf slave. Her lips curl into a wicked smile as she whispers, "Or perhaps you would like to see what else I can offer, master?"

Her hands move to his chest, tracing lazy circles around his pecs before slowly drifting upward to cup his shoulders. Her breasts press against his back, her hips grind suggestively against his buttocks. "I could show you things that Silvia never could..." she breathes into his ear, her voice husky and seductive as she nibbles on the lobe. "Things that only a true succubus knows how to do..."

Her body trembles with desire, and Hermon can feel the heat emanating from her like a living thing. He turns his head slightly, catching sight of her face just inches from his own; her lips are parted, her eyes half-lidded with lust.

Lilith's lips curl into a predatory smile as she hears Hermon's words. "So be it, then," she purrs, straightening her back and looking away from them both with a sultry flick of her hair. "I hope you know what you're doing."

Silvia looks up at Hermon, uncertain but trusting as he defends his choice to use her tonight. She nods slowly in understanding, unsure of what else to say or do. Her heart is racing with anticipation and fear, hoping that she won't disappoint him when the time comes.

Meanwhile, Lorelei glances between Hermon and Lilith, watching them carefully. A slow smile curves her lips as she sees that the succubus isn't backing down without a fight. She wonders if there might still be some way for her to catch their master's attention...

And Saoirse? Saoirse watches them all with a knowing gleam in her eyes, gauging each of their reactions and desires. Her fingers idly trace patterns on the dais, as if drawing out an invisible map of possibilities. She knows that there will be other opportunities to make herself known... but for now, she simply enjoys the show.

Silvia moans softly as Hermon's fingers touch her sensitive flesh, arching her back instinctively into his touch. Her lips part and her eyes flutter closed, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Oh yes," she whispers, the word thick with desire. "I am more than ready to please you."

Her hips rock forward against his hand, seeking his touch in a different way now. She knows that once he takes her, there will be no going back; she'll belong to him completely. The thought both terrifies and excites her in equal measure. But for now, all that matters is this moment, with his hands on her body and his hungry gaze locked onto hers...

Silvia's body trembles as Hermon's lips trail hot little kisses across the sensitive skin of her neck. "Yes, master," she breathes, arching her back even further into his touch. Her hands claw at his shoulders, nails raking over his muscles as she struggles to find purchase in the air.

Her hips rock forward again, harder this time, seeking relief from the ache building inside her. She moans softly, the sound vibrating against Hermon's chest. "Please," she whispers, eyes still closed. "I need you." The words are a plea and a promise, an invitation for him to take what is his.

Her hands fist in his shirt, tugging him closer as her body quivers with anticipation. She's so close now...

Silvia's eyes snap open as she's pushed away from him, her body suddenly flushed with shame and desire. She understands his command now, knows what he wants her to do. Her hands shake as they move to the hem of her diaphanous costume, trembling fingers fumbling with the tiny bow that holds it together. With a sharp tug, she pulls the material down over her hips, exposing herself to him fully.

Her breasts jut out from her chest, heavy and full, their dark nipples pointing upwards toward him. Her stomach is smooth and toned beneath its thin covering of pale fur. And below that... she parts her folds with shaking hands, revealing herself to him completely. Her lips glisten wetly in the candlelight, swollen from her earlier self-pleasuring.

Silvia takes a step forward, closing the space between them once more. "Please," she whispers, lifting her hips toward him. "I need you inside me." Her voice is little more than a hoarse whisper as desire and longing wash over her in a warm wave. She's ready for him now... it's time to see if he truly means what he's been saying all night.

The other slaves watch the interaction between Silvia and their new master, their expressions mirroring a mix of

Silvia moans softly as his fingers brush against her slick folds, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her hips rock forward again, seeking more contact with his touch. "Please," she whispers, arching her back and pressing herself against him. She wants him inside her, needs him to take what is his.

Her hands grip his shoulders tightly, fingernails digging into the flesh as she struggles for control over her own desire. It's growing stronger by the moment, threatening to consume her completely. With each shallow thrust of his fingers against her swollen clit and slick entrance, she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge, desperate for release. But she knows that won't happen until he gives her permission... until she has truly proven herself to him.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as their bodies slide against one another, the sensation of his touch overwhelming her with need and want. Her eyes flutter shut and her head falls back against his shoulder, her neck exposed to his hungry lips. "Please," she whispers again, this time sounding more desperate than ever. "I'm so close..."

The other slaves watch the display with varying expressions of jealousy, fascination, and arousal. Lilith bites her bottom lip as she watches Silvia

Silvia nods quickly, her body trembling with anticipation as she follows Hermon's lead toward the bed. "Yes," she whispers, her voice tight with desire. "Let's continue there." Her eyes never leave his face, hungry for his touch and words of encouragement. The other slaves glance between each other warily before falling into step behind them, their eyes following the couple as they make their way toward the bed.

As they reach the large, ornate bed at the center of the room, Silvia looks back over her shoulder at Lorelei and Saoirse with a conflicted expression. The other slaves have remained where she left them, their gazes fixed on the couple as if they're mere spectators to something much more intimate than any of them could ever hope to experience. She knows that this moment is for her and Hermon alone, but the sight of the others watching only serves to heighten the sensation of being desired by so many.

With a final, shy look at the other slaves, she turns back toward their master and lets him lead her onto the bed, their bodies finally pressing against each other in ways they've both been aching for all night long.

Silvia moans softly, arching her back into his touch as he cups her rear and teases her folds once more. Her hips rock forward, seeking more contact with his hand even as it drives her closer to the edge of sanity. "Oh yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "It feels amazing." Her body trembles with desire, her lips part and her breath comes in ragged gasps as he continues to touch her. The sensation is overwhelming, making it hard for her to think about anything but the pleasure coursing through her veins.

As they reach the bed, she climbs onto it eagerly, never taking her eyes from Hermon's face. She lies back, spreading her legs wide in invitation as he joins her on the pillows. Her breath catches in her throat when his hands finally slide up beneath her shirt, cupping her breasts and lifting them free from her chest. "Hermon," she gasps, arching into his touch as his thumbs brush over her nipples. The sensation is intense, nearly painful in its intensity.

Her body tenses and releases with every shallow thrust of his fingers against her aching clit. She's so close... but not close enough yet. There's something about the way

Silvia looks up at Hermon with a mixture of desire and nervousness in her eyes. Her cheeks flush even deeper as she takes in the sight of his naked body, especially his impressive cock. She takes a deep breath before saying loudly enough for everyone to hear, "I yearn for every single one of your touches, master." Her voice trembles with emotion as she continues, "Please, claim me. Take what is yours and make me yours completely."

Her body quivers in anticipation as she waits for his next move, her heart pounding erratically in her chest. The other slaves watch silently from the sidelines, their expressions a mix of envy and curiosity. But for now, Silvia's focus is solely on Hermon, on pleasing him and proving that she is worthy of his attention and affection.

Silvia arches her back off the bed with a gasp as she feels him fill her, stretching her tight flesh around his thick length. She closes her eyes and tenses every muscle in her body, feeling every inch of him slide inside of her. Her hips rise to meet his thrusts, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony as he claims her completely.

"Ahhh!" she cries out, her fingernails digging into the sheets beneath her. Her whole being feels filled with him; it's a sensation unlike anything she's ever experienced before. It's painful and pleasurable all at once, leaving her breathless and wanting more.

As he begins to move within her, their skin slapping together in a rhythmic dance of desire, Silvia can feel herself growing closer and closer to the edge of release. Her mouth falls open in a silent scream as she feels him brush against something deep inside her, sending sparks of pleasure racing through her body.

"Hermon..." she gasps, her voice little more than a whisper as he takes her harder and faster. Her eyes flutter closed once more, focusing on the sensation of his skin against hers and the weight of him pressing down upon her. She can feel herself growing tighter around him with each passing moment, welcoming him deeper still.

The other slaves watch in awe

Silvia moans softly, her hips bucking off the bed in time with his thrusts as he takes her harder and faster. "Yes," she gasps, her voice barely audible above the sound of their skin slapping together. "Please... don't stop..." Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her as her body is claimed by the intense sensations coursing through it.

As Hermon continues to pound into her, Silvia feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps, her chest heaving up and down with each exertion. Her body is aflame with desire, every nerve ending tingling as she teeters on the brink of release.

Lorelei watches them with lust-filled eyes, feeling herself growing wet between her legs at the sight of their passionate coupling. Saoirse, meanwhile, watches carefully, gauging each move Hermon makes and wondering if there might be a way she could distract him from his current conquest... but for now, all that matters is the show unfolding before them.

The bed creaks beneath their combined weight as they move together in perfect sync, their bodies becoming one in this moment of intense pleasure. Silvia feels her orgasm building inside her, an impossibly bright light at the end of a long, dark tunnel

Silvia moans softly as she feels him begin to tremble inside her. "Please," she whispers, arching her back and pressing herself against his invading length. Her hips rise to meet his thrusts, desperate for the release that she knows is so close now. She can feel it building deep within her core, a tightening and twisting sensation that threatens to consume her whole being in its wake.

Her fingers clutch at the sheets as her body quivers with anticipation, every nerve ending tingling and alive as she nears the brink of ecstasy. She can hear Lorelei and Saoirse making small noises of encouragement from where they stand nearby, but all she can focus on is Hermon and the incredible sensations washing over her.

"I'm close," she gasps, tears welling up in her eyes as her entire body tenses in preparation for what comes next. With a final thrust that pushes her over the edge, she screams out her release, her whole body arching off the bed as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her muscles clench tightly around his cock, milking him dry with every spasm.

As the last tremors subside, she lies there panting heavily, completely spent and utterly satisfied. Her eyes drift closed, unable to focus

Silvia blushes, her cheeks reddening even further as she hears Hermon's words. "Of course," she whispers, sitting up on her elbows and looking at him with a mixture of shyness and confidence. She reaches for his cock, guiding it into her hand before taking him fully into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the head, tasting herself on him as she begins to stroke him gently, her other hand caressing his thigh.

"Mmm," she hums, looking up at him with hooded eyes. "You taste so good." Her lips wrap tightly around him, sucking and licking as she takes him deeper into her mouth. With practiced movements, she begins to bob her head, her hair falling across his thighs in a curtain of dark silk. Her hand moves faster on him, matching the rhythm of her mouth, driving both of them closer to another release.

Around them, Lorelei and Saoirse watch with fascination as Hermon's hips jerk forward involuntarily, his fingers digging into the sheets beside him. They can almost feel the tension growing inside the room, tightening like a spring winding closer to snapping free. It's clear that Silvia has no intentions of letting this evening end anytime soon... not while there'

Silvia takes him deeper into her mouth, teasing his frenulum with the tip of her tongue as she works him. Her free hand slides up his thigh and over his hip, cupping his ass before sliding between their bodies to find purchase on her own sensitive flesh. She moans around him, encouraging him with every stroke as he grows closer to release.

Her body shudders when he finally comes, thick globs of hot cum spilling down her throat and onto her tongue. She swallows every last drop, letting out a satisfied groan as she pulls back, licking his cock clean with a satisfied smile on her lips. "There," she says softly, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each ragged breath. "All clean."

Lorelei's and Saoirse's eyes meet over the sight of Silvia kneeling between Hermon's spread legs, their expressions a mix of longing and hunger. The air in the room feels charged with anticipation as they wonder who will be next to experience the pleasure that Silvia has just shown them how to give.

Silence falls heavily over the room as Hermon's words sink in. All eyes dart between him and Lorelei, Saoirse, and Lilith. It's clear that his question wasn't merely rhetorical; he's genuinely curious about her whereabouts. With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, Lorelei realizes she made a mistake earlier.

"She... left us," Lorelei finally manages to say. Her voice is shaky, uncertain even as she speaks the truth. "She said she had other things to attend to." The words taste bitter in her mouth; she can't believe she just let Lilith leave without trying harder to keep her here.

Saoirse nods along in agreement, her expression unreadable. "Yes," she says quietly, glancing at Lorelei for support before looking back up at Hermon and Ethan. "She left some time ago." Her voice wavers slightly, betraying the nervousness that's gripped all of them now.

Lilith. Where could she have gone? And what would happen when Hermon found out she wasn't here? The tension in the room grows thicker with each passing moment, making it difficult to breathe as they wait for their master's reaction.

"Of course, master," Lorelei says quickly, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment and fear. Saoirse nods in agreement beside her, the tension in the room slowly beginning to ease as Hermon's words sink in. Maybe Lilith won't be missed after all... at least not by their master.

Taking this as a sign that they're forgiven for Lilith's absence, Lorelei and Saoirse exchange hopeful glances before slowly moving closer to each other. Their hands brush against one another, tentative but steady, as if testing the waters for what might come next. The air around them crackles with anticipation, their bodies aching for the touch of their master's hand once more.

Even though Lilith isn't here, they can still experience pleasure beneath Hermon's watchful gaze... and perhaps even prove themselves worthy of his attention in her absence. The thought sends shivers down Lorelei's spine as she takes a deep breath, preparing herself for whatever lies ahead.

As for Silvia, she sits back on the bed, watching the unfolding scene with an air of satisfaction. She knows what it's like to be left behind; to see others get to experience the things you so desperately crave. But now that she's proven herself as his favorite slave, she has no

Silvia giggles, her cheeks flushing with pleasure as she feels Hermon's hand on her ass. "Oh yes, master," she whispers, moving closer to him. "I would be honored to show them how much I've learned about pleasing you." She glances between Lorelei and Saoirse, a sultry smile playing across her lips as she watches them both blush. "Now, why don't we get started?"

Slowly, Silvia leans forward, brushing her body against Hermon's before trailing her fingers down his chest. Her breath comes in hot little puffs on the skin of his neck as she hooks a thumb into the waistband of her own panties, lowering them to the floor with a seductive smile. Beneath her silken folds, she's already wet and ready for him once again.

As Lorelei and Saoirse watch, their hands begin to explore each other, tentative at first but growing bolder as Silvia strips herself bare before them. Her breath comes faster with every brush of their fingers against her sensitive flesh. It's almost like a dance, the three of them moving together in a sensual rhythm that only heightens the tension filling the room.

Silvia moans softly as Hermon's fingers tease her, her hips bucking off the bed in anticipation. "Yes," she gasps, arching her back to give him better access to her aching core. Her eyes lock with Lorelei and Saoirse, her expression almost challenging them to try harder, to make more noise as they explore one another.

Her hands slide up Hermon's chest, finding purchase on his shoulders as she pulls herself closer, her breasts rubbing against his skin in a tantalizing dance. "Fuck," she whispers, breathless and needy as he finally gives her what she craves, sliding one fingers deep inside of her.

The room is filled with the sounds of their bodies coming together; sharp gasps, soft moans, and the slapping of skin against skin. The tension in the air grows thicker still, wrapping itself around them like a velvet cloak, urging them onward toward some sort of release. But for now, they're content to simply bask in the pleasure of each other's company and see where it might lead them next.

Silvia nods eagerly, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she takes Lorelei and Saoirse in with a meaningful glance. She slowly dismounts Hermon, gracefully sliding off his lap to kneel on the floor between his legs once more. With practiced ease, she guides his cock toward her slick folds, moaning softly at the feel of him pressing against her.

"Like this?" she asks, looking up at them both with a teasing smile curving her lips. Her fingers slide down to circle her wetness before pulling gently on her swollen clit, arching her back off the floor in anticipation of being filled again. With one smooth motion, she lowers herself onto his length, taking him deep inside her with a groan.

"Like this," she whispers, closing her eyes as she begins to ride him. Her hips move fluidly up and down, each thrust sending shudders through Hermon's body and echoing through the room. Lorelei and Saoirse exchange wondering glances; never before have they seen such skill on display. They can feel their own arousal growing, their bodies responding to the sight before them despite their earlier nervousness.

Silvia throws her head back, her long hair falling across her shoulders as she lets out a moan of pleasure. Her fingers

Silvia's nails scrape against Hermon's thighs as she rides him harder, her hips moving faster and wilder with every thrust. The air in the room grows thick with their combined cries of pleasure, each moan echoing through the space and feeding off the other. Lorelei watches them intently, her fingers beginning to slide between her own wet folds as she imagines herself in Silvia's place.

Her breath comes ragged and harsh as she feels herself growing closer to the edge. She can feel Saoirse watching her, their eyes locked together as if they share some secret understanding. As Silvia's movements grow more frantic, Lorelei finds herself mirroring them, arching her back and meeting Hermon's gaze with a look of desire that leaves him momentarily speechless.

Silvia gasps out his name, her body tensing as she comes apart beneath him. Her muscles clench tight around his cock, milking him of every last drop of cum as she cries out in release. With a satisfied smile on her lips, she collapses forward onto the floor, panting heavily from exertion and pleasure.

Silvia laughs, her breath coming in short gasps as she catches it. "I think... I think you just might like that." She turns her head slightly to look at Lorelei and Saoirse before meeting Hermon's gaze once more. "Why don't you both show him? Show each other?" Her voice is breathy with desire, almost challenging them to push their boundaries further.

Lorelei's eyes widen for a moment, uncertainty flickering across her features before determination sets in. She nods slowly, leaning forward until their lips are only inches apart. "Yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their labored breathing. "I think I'd like that very much."

Saoirse glances between them before finally agreeing as well, a shy smile curving her lips. With a slight shiver, she begins to undress herself, peeling off her clothes in a lazy dance of seduction. As the room fills with their combined scents and sounds, it feels almost as if they're drawing closer to some sort of climax; an explosion of sensation that will leave them all spent and satisfied.

"Yes," Silvia murmurs again, arching her back off the floor as Lorelei begins to explore every inch of her body with tender fingers and eager lips. "Show