Slave Chain of
The House of The Larl
Xavier of Port Kar
Raffi XK
Safora to house of The Larl
The third of his three cherished display girls, A bouncing and wiggling little slut whos depth of sexuality cannot be measured
and who can not be sated it seems.
Soft steps upon tickling grass,
she stepped within a garden.
He emerged before her, her eyes
astounded, her heart fluttered so.
He spoke not greetings, simply
bara". At his feet she lay
compliant, her belly burned. He
knelt beside her gently, she felt
his warmth. He bound her wrists,
she shivered. He touched her
skin, flushed and heated. She
closed her eyes and wept,
tears of dreams fulfilled.
Soft steps upon tickling grass,
she stepped within a garden.
He emerged before her, her eyes
astounded, her heart fluttered so.
He spoke not greetings, simply
bara". At his feet she lay
compliant, her belly burned. He
knelt beside her gently, she felt
his warmth. He bound her wrists,
she shivered. He touched her
skin, flushed and heated. She
closed her eyes and wept,
tears of dreams fulfilled.
::wiggles her cute lil arse:: *Around her neck lies a silver collar encrusted with rubies, which proclaims"I am of The Larl", engraved at the center, her Master's title, Admiral of the COC engraved to the side. A necklace of silver with delicate filgree designs laden with diamonds nestles below the collar's edge upon alabaster flesh. *He took her, claiming her body, her mind, her very soul, her very essence, making her His, making her whole. That night he chained her to his couch, she slept curled to the warmth of his body, her soul at peace. That morning she awoke, he, returning, moved her to the mirror, unlocking the chains, and she saw upon her neck His collar, her eyes welled with tears of dreams fulfilled. *Huge feral green eyes peer out of thick sable lashes. She appears 17.Her spirit fiery as the locks which tumble down upon a rounded delicious little arse which begs her Master's touch, a tiny butterfly revealed where the right cheek curves to meet a beautifully formed thigh. Her tiny waist, barely two hands round, encirled by a gold chain with an opal pendant given her by SettaBennettaZant. Within the dark red curls, a Silver Comb with Schendi saphires, a heavy gold slave bracelet sparkles upon her arm, cherished gifts from her Master. *Soft transluscent red silks whisper over lush young curves straining against verry*full breasts which rise and fall gently with each step. She twirls round happily, her body created for the pleasure of a Master, she desires no more than than to bring exquisite pleasure, to sate her Master's hunger. She can be found at his feet playing a melodius air upon a small silver flute, or accompanying her sisters' as they perform. Her place is at his feet, her happiness found in his gaze. ��� House of the Larl ���