Mira

[Mgh][gghh][dgrh].

Mayner grunts from behind me as he gets closer to climax.

I am sprawled across his giant waxed and gilded hardwood desk as he pumps his hips faster. I am bent forward with my toes barely touching the ground. My arms are on each side as I grip the edge of the desk to brace myself and take some of the pressure away from my thighs being pinched by the rounded table's edge.

My beautiful black and white buffalo suede leather pants are around my shin-high boots, I don't know why I'm thinking about my new clothes in a situation like this. My face is red and tears stream down my face, tears of shame for coming here in the first place, I'm so fucked up.

[Ggh],[ggh],[ggh], he's like a dog.

I hold my breath every time he humps into me, I don't want to moan, I don't want him to know I get pleasure from this. I am a slave, or at least I used to be. Now I am a mage for the House Barathian, a pathetic mage that is taking it as any other slave would. I guess I'm still a slave, a slave to the passions they trained into me. I am what they made me and I hate them for it, I hate myself for it.

[Grh],[grh],[ggh].

Times were once better, once I had a family that loved me. Parents, a father that protected me but fate isn't so forgiving. Becoming a slave as a child to pay for a debt of a perceived slight against a noble, only my looks and my bloodline saved me from a fate worse than death in the pleasure houses of Capital. A plaything to noble boys and anyone with enough coin to rent my body.

No, life could have been worse for me and at least I was kept intact to be gifted to House Barathian as their star started rising. Without whom I'd still be a slave with no future and no prospects. At least now as a bonded vassal I at least have some say in what happens to me, I at least have a future in which I'm beholden to no one.

"Ahh... ahh..." Mayner makes his usual noises as he climaxes and brings me out of my dark musings.

"Are you ok?" He asks as he pulls out and his dick sages. I stand on wobbly legs as pins and needles assault me filling my legs with the blood they were denied.

"I'm fine," I reply angrily as I walk to the window and use the soft expensive curtains to wipe my face then my cunt and pull my pants up all the way and tie them off. I hate that I came here, I hate that I let a man who technically used to own me have his way with me but most of all I'm ashamed that I like it. And angry, definitely angry.

"I'm sorry," he interrupts my thoughts with his platitudes and my face reddens with shame again. If only he understood...

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"Nothing to apologize for. You use me to wet your cock because your politically appointed wife to be with an ice rod up her ass won't let you touch her until the ceremony, and I use you to show my weakness once in a while," I gesture to myself, "as you have seen my shame since I was a child I have reasoned I can let my guard down around you for a measly 5 minutes of pleasure-"

"Pleasure?" He interrupts me again as he throws his hands up and starts pacing.

"Spirits beyond Mira, you still have snort on your nose from crying! I know we have never spoken of our feelings for each other but I can speak to Aelia about you becoming my concubine or even my second wi-"

"Fool!"

Where do men keep their brains when thinking needs to be done I wonder. How has their species survived this long if this is the might of their logic when their blood is hot and their cocks satiated.

"Do you believe your mother would let her second son marry a former slave? Regardless if said ex-slave is now a mage." I push forward as I see his stubbornness and readiness to interrupt me again.

"Do you think she would let you marry a woman that has been fucked by your whole family for years since she was 15?!" I see the shock my question has on him. He doesn't understand the lot of a slave, he doesn't know what happens to us. I honestly don't know how he doesn't see it.

"But mother.."

"That's right. Your mother isn't a bad sort and the Spirits know your family is better than most. Spirits beyond, maybe better than any family has ever treated slaves since the beginning of time but a slave is a slave!"

He cannot know, he could never know how it saps the spirit. How it grinds down on me who once was as playful and happy as any child. How being given away by your mother...

"Your mother makes sure none of the girls or boys are touched until they've had their woman's blood and are at least 15 years old but even then..." I breathe deeply to try to cool my anger as I look at his hurt expression.

The poor boy.

"Your father is a good man to his friends and family, fair to his servants and slaves but what is fair to a servant in his eyes is different than what he considers fair to a slave." I shake my head having lost the energy I had built up from the anger.

"People just don't see slaves the same way they see everyone else. Justin is not the only one other than you I had to fuck in your family. Not just taking his virginity either, but your mother, your father, your older brother Magnus and yes your precious little sister just to name those to regularly use me."

I can see the shock on his face with every name. Shock with a ting of anger or loathing making a face as though he has a bad taste in his mouth.

He doesn't seem to be sure what he should say either and I have no idea who his current feelings may be directed towards, probably me. Most likely me.

"Look, I appreciate all your family has done for me and the way you have all treated me, but once my contract is done, I will be leaving this shit-hole you call a city and you will never see me again."

I walk towards the door. He gets out of my way and averts his eyes from me. I won't lie, it stings that he won't meet my eyes. He is probably disgusted by me now.

A warm lump forms in my chest and quickly moves to block my throat. I scurry out of there as quickly as I can.

Averting my eyes from the guards, servants and his grinning friend Billard as he winks knowingly at me from a couch in the hallway.

As soon as I leave the house I run to my apartment. I'm so glad I didn't tell him how I once warmed the bed of one of his mother's honoured guests, how it was the best sex of my life.

He would really be disgusted by me then.