Lavanya's Office
**I broke the seal on the case and slid the scroll out. I then broke the seal on that and flattened the thick parchment on my desk to read. I canted my head and read it again, including the signature. I had thought Bukar Haruma was the ruler of the Schendi Tribes; obviously that has changed. I nodded and was pleased. This would be an easy negotiation since we had a basic trade alliance already in place. Pulling out a clean sheet of parchment, I opened the small ink bowl and took up the quill.**

**After thinking for several ehns, I started writing. I would pause now and then, rereading what I'd written, and then write more. Once finished, I called for a scribe. They would copy it and it would be filed for future reference. I sent the scroll with them to file as well once they were done. I smiled, Stefan would be pleased with this alliance. He and several of the other Merchants had been quite happy with the previous alliance we'd had with Schendi. This one looked to be more encompassing.**

**I sat back to let the ink dry after I'd signed it and put my personal seal near my name. It wasn't wax but two pieces of metal that when paper was pressed between them, an impression was left.**

He turns His attention from grant allocations to looking for a pretty inmate to amuse himself with

looking in each of the cells to see who is here at this hour

the grip only intensifies as you struggle, the fingers tighten until fingernails carve half moons in your ass. Your scalp is no less fortunate, sharp nails dragging along your skin to hold on viciously what I have claimed.

I let you feel my rampant hard on through the left leg of the denim, but that is as far as you will feel it... today.

The beast is out in the open, seeking to leave all that is on display, and all that is not... the grunt courses out of you into my ears, my teeth sinking even deeper in response, almost perfect imprints on your skin, the little pebble of your nipple standing at attention. Surely it is not begging for more? Teeth simply latch into the protuberance and squeeze themselves harder and harder

The memories keep flooding my mind, the past mingling with the present, the way you feel has not changed

Happy Birthday WEEK!

Yummy chocolate cake! Happy Birthday WEEK krysta!

Congratulations!

Very pretty picture!

keenly aware of the band of
strength around behind me... the bite of
fingers as my hips are forced up tight
against
yours...

long hair is still wound in your fist
scalp searing hot with the knowledge that
such a grip will not be
relinquished...

not until the Beast has
been sated...

breathing harder... neck pulsing.. ravaged...
bruised...
marked...
tattoo'd...

held in place... there are shivers chasing
your lips... a deep contrast to the blood stained
mouth that tore into me
moments before...

the straps of my purple tank top
sliding over tanned shoulders to
drape loosely along outer arms...
full, firm breasts soon enough
exposed as your mouth pulls
the tank top lower...

lower...

sensitive nipple captured by warm
mouth...
that enjoyable sensation soon enough
turned on its head
with the sinking of teeth...

hips jerk violently against you..
body is seeking out of that
hard grip...

but there isn't any way out...
not when the Beast is
having his first course...

UUUGGghh!!

He sees a note from PC regarding an increase to pay for food

He does a quick calculation

1 prisoner X 3 meals a day x 350 days a year = close enough to 1000 meals a year each prisoner

x the number of inmates on average housed here 100 = 10,000 meals a year

gripping you closer, the arousal as much a product of the fear that courses through your blood as it is the body that I have against mine. But it remains unfinished business, my attention to your body focused on your flesh, and leaving you just enough to recover, until I take you again.

My teeth finally finish tattooing my brand on your skin, the neck almost unrecognizable from its previous classical beauty, the tanned skin splotched with a Rorschach test worth, skeins of butterflies inked in red.

I bend lower, to the top of the half moons that you are so proud of. To kiss the titflesh with my lips, until I reach the areola of the right breast. and grasp the nub with my teeth. They sink in without warning, the skin breaks even more easily

Lavanya's Office
**I settled at my desk after dealing with a few things with the servants and hall slaves. I had some juice to drink and small plate of dates, apricots, and cheese I was nibbling on. I was always hungry right now but the sickness every morning was keeping me from absorbing much of what I ate. I took a sip of the juice then pulled the leather scroll tube out of the pile of documents I needed to sign or otherwise attend to. It had the strange markings from the Schendi on it and I was curious what I might be receiving from there. A pleasant smile played at my lips as I thought about the correspondance I used to have with the Ubara---when she was the Ubara---Paesyn. That seemed so long ago. I still had that beautiful blue dress she's sent. I wondered what had happened to her since the ending of her contract with Black Wolf. Another smile and my finger tapped the hard leather case.**

Out

( you are slow)

He makes His away into the female prison and through to the cell block

disappointed there were no prospective inters waiting to be interview by Him

out