[SilentFeather]

Ellis the Tyrant's lowly little whore laid where he was, breaths leaving him as a series of harsh panting, life was now a mere moment of reprieve, trying to see where he ended and he began as well.

Between his loins, speaking primarily, his upper thighs, he was covered in a fluid that remind d him of a dense blizzard, and the worst thing was, it kept coming, making his body more sensitively vulnerable to the being of touch.

With each forceful pumping of Gideon's meaty, thick, fingers Ellis responded, grunted, moaned, groaned and even whimpered whrn it came to be too much to possibly bare. "Yes Daddy, I am your good little whore,"

He was not aware he would be heard by the maids and servants, now aware was he now.

"As you wish, Daddy, and I am a-alright." He did as told, lowering and smoothing out his dress's fabric as it once was, also redoing his hair and making himself presentable once again.