As we crossed the large, open central chamber of Stone Lock, the warden swung by the couch to root around in one of the pockets of her coat. She fished out a simple silver chain with a few dime-sized, circular charms hanging from it, after which she carelessly tossed the black garment back to the furniture from whence it came. I looked over her shoulder at the jewelry. “What’s that?” “Echo chain,” she replied as she looped it a few times around her wrist and snapped the clasps at either end together. The charms jingled lightly as she lifted her wrist to rest atop her bare shoulder to give me a better look. “As you know, it allows for long distance communication… Unfortunately, though, I dislike wearing it all the time and keep it in my coat pocket for ease of access when I require it… as such I sometimes forget to put it on when I take off my coat.” “Do the charms mean anything?” I gently ran a thumb over one of the charms and inspected the symbol of a simple leaf etched into it.
In the dining room, the warden and I sat side-by-side at the long table. The light of the sun shard hanging from the ceiling like a chandelier illuminated the room in a warm glow. Our plates were mostly empty, while our cups of juice were still half full. And through infinitely smooth conversational navigation, I’d managed to turn the topic of conversation towards something I had mentally filed away the day I arrived at Stone Lock: The degenerate reputation outworlders have made for themselves in Thaessa. “I mean… it can’t be that bad, right?” I grinned at the warden, elbow atop table and my face resting against my knuckles. “I suppose it’s not any one thing, but more about how almost all outworlders are slaves to their baser urges,” the warden said through a quiet, chiming laugh. “Go on…” I said, half-jokingly playing into the outworlder stereotype by leering openly at her pushed up cleavage. She still hadn’t put on her coat, meaning she still only wore the black sports bra, tight
A pale blush rose in the warden’s cheeks when I’d teasingly asked her whether or not she’d join my harem if I started one. She looked away for a moment and lightly bit her lower lip in what appeared to be a seemingly unconscious reaction to the question, because in the next instant she hurriedly stopped biting her lip and remade eye contact with me. “For the sake of curiosity, let’s say that, hypothetically, I was interested in joining you in such an arrangement… What are these ‘ground rules’ you mentioned?” The corners of her mouth curled up into a small coy smile as she spoke, her tone quiet, but rich with tentative curiosity.Taken aback by the lack of giggling teasing in her response, I stared at her in stunned silence, heart racing. I honestly hadn’t thought all too much about being with other women while I’d been at Stone Lock with the warden. Being with her made me happier than I’d been in what felt like forever, and I would have been more than happy to fully commit to her al
As I fully wrapped my mind around the implications of what ‘variety’ looked like on her side of things, an undercurrent of annoyance buzzed in my core at the idea of the warden being with other men.I crossed my arms and leaned back in my chair as I let out an exasperated groan. The question was so obvious, and the answer to it so thoroughly ingrained into me, that it didn’t even cross my mind to consider it. I’m an idiot… This definitely shifts it back towards being a harem… but it also makes it basically impossible to morally justify because there’d be a double standard. “I wouldn’t be alright with other men joining…” I admitted.“So, it would seem this is more closely aligned with a harem, no? As there would be a rule to ensure that you would be the only man the women in the harem would be permitted to be intimate with or form a romantic connection with?”“Yeah, I guess that does make it more like a harem, seeing how it’s a double standard… but it’s not something I can budge on,
The dining room was silent in the wake of me asking the warden if she wanted to start a harem with me. Her index finger lightly rubbed against her thigh in tiny, absentminded circles as a light pink blush still colored her paper-white face. She took a deep breath in through her nose, her brow furrowed and mouth quirked to the side in thought. Her deep consideration was a double-edged sword in that it gave her answer more weight. If she agreed, then it meant she was really into the idea, but if she said no, then she’d probably never change her mind about it. However, part of me felt as though I already knew what she was going to say, and it made my heart thunder in my chest. She released the breath, her expression softening as she seemed to come to a conclusion. “I would like that, Bryan,” she said sheepishly, lips forming into a small smile. I could only stare at her, because despite having a feeling she’d say yes, I still couldn’t believe it. A woman as beautiful and incredible
Burning to know what the warden had planned, I remained seated, tearing my eyes from her pussy to stare up at her. Standing between my parted legs, she was inches from my chair, still watching me with that odd expression filled with tender, yet ravenous lust. The way she looked at me caused that fascinating, stark contrast of her black hair and eyes against her paper-white skin to be more striking than ever before. Then without a word, she took a small step back before sliding her meal out of the way to crawl atop the dining room table, giving me an incredible view of that sculpted ass of hers as she did. On all fours, she rotated until she faced me. Her smile widened at me as she stared into my eyes. My plate and cup scraped across the surface of the table as she reached out and pushed them to the side. A chuckle resonating with dirty promise sounded from her at my wide, fixated eyes. She lowered herself, shifting her body so that she lay on her back atop the wooden surface,
Atop the dining table, the warden continued to rub her clit with one hand while groping one of her tits in the other. The warm light of the sun shard hanging from the ceiling like a chandelier perfectly lit her flawless, snowy body as it cast soft shadows which accentuated every one of her elegant curves. Her head still hung off of the side of the table where my food had been, causing her face to appear upside down as she stared at me through dark eyes which brimmed with expectant horniness. Still catching her breath from the past minute I’d spent pumping into her throat with my cock, she gave me an open-mouthed smile. The spit running up her cheeks and all around her lips made her grin millions of times more lewd. “Keep going…” she reiterated, the words as much an invitation as a request. Covered in her saliva, my cock twitched eagerly at the prospect of giving her what she asked for. If she wants more… I’ll give her more… But first… Her eyes went to my manhood as I masturb
It’d been nine days since the warden had done the upside down deepthroat thing on the dinner table, and since then I’d made good strides towards being accepted into Chromaryn Academy. My spirit had grown… I’d imbued my phone with more spirit… I’d stockpiled bullets… But most importantly, I’d learned more about how to use the alchemy stylus, which has let me step-up my training with the warden by making bullets that’d transform into glowing water upon hitting something. Nearing its peak, the sun flooded the grasslands in warm light. The warden and I faced each other with about thirty feet between us. Having discarded her coat nearby, she wore only her all black training attire of sports bra, tight wrist-length gloves, well-fitted pants that were still loose enough to allow for ease of motion, and rugged boots. Stones orbited her as she lazily flipped a wooden breacher replica end over end in her hand, catching by the hilt each time. Since the delivery of supplies from Platys,