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We flew deeper, much deeper. How far did this place go?
Xar'Bor was giddy, "Enjoying my cathedral? I disintegrated these tunnels myself. Do a good enough job and I'll let you see its core."
I tried my best to avoid any quips, even internally. She knew everything I was thinking. But yeah, I wanted that core. Badly. Wanted to let my tongue get lost in it.
There were numerous side-tunnels, most dark, some with an aura, faint glowing mist peeling from their depths.
We were picking up speed, the other lords had since departed. She looked focused, quiet for once, but it wasn't an awkward silence. Pillars whooshed by and my skin grew cold, the wind catching the wet still upon me.
Rounding a bend, and then another, we came to the base of a stone spyral staircase. She didn't break speed, sending us into an upward spiral.
The air here was more humid, warmer, like heat was emanating from the walls. **The hotsprings?**
"Yep, almost there," She turned, "Try not to get too disappointed with the state of things. Minions that belong top-side are in short order, and those of us that can appear human are above such menial labor."
"Of course Xar." I said, trying to act and feel demure, even in my mind. Is she the only one who can hear what I'm thinking?
"Nope!"
**Oh my.**
"Yep!"
Kaelach, the one with that mind numbing voice. **If I could ride that, have him mumble-blast my pussy with those sound-waves. Oh my God.**
"Not sure. He won't let me get a read on him. If you ever get the chance, those are the boots you want to polish."
**Oh, I would polish.**
"There you go! Quit trying to be such a mental prude. You can't outdo what's going on in here," she pointed to her central eye, and the other eye-stalks beamed.
The walls began to drip, slick with moisture, and the staircase came to a stop, ahead, an unassuming wooden door set in a stone wall.
"Here we are cutie, now head on up and get started on making things presentable. I'll be back with more instructions when I'm able."
**Th-That's it? Just clean the place?**
"Taller order than it sounds, the previous owners, a band of kobolds, didn't handle her too gently," she paused, "They're all dead now, don't worry."
"That's reassuring, t-thank you Master Xar'Bor..." I clasped my hands in my lap and bowed, my heels settling to the floor.
"Just Xar'Bor!"
"Xar'Bor."
She took off, rolling around the crest of the staircase, a single eyestalk blinked at me, a wink?
Steadying myself, I approached the door. I had to lean into it to get it open, a collection of loose rubble, broken boxes and empty clattering wine-bottles on the other side.
The place was a sty, I shrunk. What had just taken place downstairs, with Bura, with everyone watching, it was a grand spectacle with me at its center. This, the reality of my new role, was anything but. I tip-toed through the wreckage of an old wine-cellar.
**But the rewards.**
**If I could prove myself here, just dig and take it. Endear myself to twelve monstrous masters. **
**God the things they could do.**
I'd just had a taste. Smart of them to hold out, wait for someone receptive to their offer.
I was hooked.
Across the wine-cellar, another small flight of wooden stairs. Up, through another door, and I was in the kitchen, another disaster zone.
The scent hit me next, sour, rotten, intense. I couldn't cover my nose with this blouse, so I just pinched it shut, continuing my tip-toed journey to a busted open broom closet.
Mop, bucket, broom, and a surprisingly fresh rag. There was a hastily scribbled note on them that'd collected dust. "Spring-water outside, toss the rubble in the woods. -Xar"
How sweet! I'd have to pay her her back, maybe let her catch me wearing just that rag, or grinding on the broom handle. I hoped she'd come back soon and eye-fuck me, in ways figurative and literal.
Mopping these floors right now would be be pointless, and there was no use trying to dust with all this crap still hanging around. I set myself to rubble removal, already exhausted from Bura's trial. My legs ached. My hair was matted from that release. If only I could have one of my Masters to perform an appraisal, see if I'd ranked anything up in the process.
I grabbed a broken box's bottom, I am the broken box bottom, and began filling it with wine-bottles and broken wood-scrap.
"Hmmph," came a nasaly snort from behind me, "Not impressed."
"Wha-huh!?" I jumped out of my skin, and flipped around, ready to bash whatever it was with my improvised box-smasher.
I checked side to side, no one, then down, there he was, obviously a goblin, his nose pointed at my crotch. Couldn't be one of the lords, this guy stood in a stained and tattered loincloth, but he had a blade at his side, some sharpened piece of throw-away metal, a make-shift handle wrapped in deer-hide. I wasn't letting my guard down, and was raising my box to strike.
A flash of steel later, the cinch of my skirt came loose and dropped to my feet, "Hey you little perv!"
The audacity! He wasn't a lord, but he had sass, it was kinda hot.
The box clattered to my side and I gathered up my ruffles, holding them tight around my waist, more for the act than any real embarrassment, though I would have to sew it back together. **Asshole.**
"So, when's dinner? Chop-chop!" The wagging of those floppy green ears, and something else beneath that loin-cloth, punctuated the order.
**He's packing.**
And he was chivalrous. He'd just seen my pussy and hadn't dragged me down onto the floor. Willingly of course. I'd let him take his time, fill me up, whichever hole...
"Yes, sir!" I didn't know what was edible around this place but I was going to find it.
**Gob-Daddy's hungry!**
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