A Paladin's Training Ch. 04

Glinda looked over to see Maloth, still seated on the ground, watching his sister ride Bollin, the bulge in his breeches obvious. She stepped over to him to attend to his lordly desires, but he waved her off, content to simply watch, never taking his eyes off his rutting sibling.

More and more, Glinda was finding herself increasingly aroused; her breasts were heavy, her nipples ached, and the wetness between her legs was showing no signs of disappearing. Unable to satisfy Maloth, she turned to Siffy, who was also keenly watching the lurid display, cupping a full breast in one hand and lightly stroking the fingers of the other hand through the light patch of hair between her legs.

Unable to stop herself, Glinda approached the cute handmaiden and embraced her, their breasts pushing together, Glinda's mammoth orbs against Siffy's smaller, yet still substantial pair. Their mouths met passionately as they began to explore each other, fueled by the dark lust that permeated the cavern. A fog began to grow over Glinda's mind, rational thought fading into the distance, pushed away by a growing desire, an animal lust that she'd never experienced.

Every so often, she would glance over at Shenla and Bollin, her eyes seeing, but her hazy mind not registering the fact that Bollin was now looking thin and pale, as if he were ill. Shenla, conversely, was looking healthier than ever, her long black hair beginning to shine like silk, her bottom, now much more full and round, bouncing enticingly on the ever-shrinking thighs of the dwarven retainer.

Now incapable of summoning concern for Bollin, Glinda continued to explore Siffy, pushing her to the ground and sliding a finger into the girl's wet slit while taking a hard, pink nipple into her mouth, the handmaiden moaning in appreciation. The two women lost themselves in each other for a time, both of them new to the experience of being with another woman.

"Glinda..." A voice penetrated Glinda's lust-addled mind. She looked up from where she had been lapping away at Siffy's pussy to see Maloth and Shenla standing together over the shriveled corpse of Bollin, who looked as if he'd been dead a week.

Strangely, Glinda found that she didn't care; Lord Maloth was her everything, and as long as he was well, then so was all else.

Maloth was looking right at Glinda, as was Shenla, watching the sapphic display with interest.

"Yes, my Lord?" Glinda replied meekly, getting to her feet. Siffy remained on her back, her fingers replacing Glinda's tongue on her pussy.

Shenla eyed Glinda's body up and down lasciviously. "Now that is the most nicely rounded Dwarf I've ever seen, brother." Shenla purred. "Have you fucked her yet?"

Maloth shook his head. "Not yet. I am still too weak, though I plan to remedy that soon."

Glinda shivered pleasurably at the thought of being fucked by her master, who addressed her next. "We must move on, Glinda. We will not be taking the girl with us, as she is a liability, and she is unfit to serve me. You will feel no sorrow, no regret. Watch what happens now if you must, but I am giving you the chance to turn away."

Siffy sat up, her eyes widening when she saw Bollin's body, the shock slashing through her lust. "Highness! What happened to Bollin?" The girl looked up at Glinda, fear in her innocent eyes.

Glinda felt only the slightest pang of regret, which quickly washed away as she watched Shenla approach the handmaiden with a dark smile on her lips.

Panicking, Siffy scrambled backwards on her hands and feet, auburn hair whirling as she spun, clambering to her feet and preparing to run. Like lightning, Shenla was behind her, seizing the girl's head in her hands. With a sharp twist and a sickening snap, Siffy's neck was broken.

Glinda felt nothing as her pretty handmaiden's body crumpled to the floor; Maloth had said she would feel no pain at the loss, and so there was none.

With nothing further keeping them here, the two red-skinned siblings began making their way to the arched exit, Maloth with an arm around Shenla as support. Glinda had no choice but to follow, hurriedly grabbing her dress and slippers before scurrying after her master, the corpses of her two most loyal followers already forgotten, left to rot in a dark cavern deep beneath the earth.

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END OF CHAPTER FOUR

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