[1:40 am]
As Oga stood before the alluring women, his eyes sparkled with a devilish glint, and his voice, velvety and smooth as silk, lowered to a hushed tone as he announced their task. "Each of you possesses something unique, something precious, to contribute to this great wheel," he intoned, sending shivers of anticipation down their spines.
At that moment, Oga's commanding presence and sultry voice held them all in thrall, "Hot," Yaya murmured, with a series of nods in agreement.
There were already eight unique symbols added to the wheel.
With raised hands, a few questions were asked about those symbols, some of them were easier to decipher, like the peach shape like an ass, or the eggplant, as for the others they needed clarification.
While answering their queries, a few mischievous hands took advantage of Oga and his bulge, his emerald robe wasn't the best at keeping that beast in check, inciting a wave of giggles.
He was surrounded by seductive sirens, adorned in scantily-clad thongs and bosoms on the brink of overflow. And the night was thick with desire; Oga could feel the heat rising within him.
He longed to surrender to the primal urges that coursed through his veins.
As he stood there, lost in thought, he felt a brush against his manhood or a firm grasp upon his posterior.
As the gentle brush of Nylah's fingers grazed his skin, Oga felt a surge of desire that threatened to consume him. These fleeting touches only served to stoke the flame of passion, making him ache with longing for more.
"You don't look too good, Ogi," Nylah's mischievous glint couldn't be missed.
"Ogi?" Oga chuckled to himself. 'When did I get a pet name?' he thought.
Nylah, sensing his confusion, continued with a sly grin. "Don't it sound cute, ladies?"
Oga could only smile in response, his mind still reeling from the rush of desire that had overtaken him.
With a clearing of his throat, Oga gestured towards the drawer. "The paintbrush and ink are located there….Come up with five things your desire for the night, that aren't on the wheel, and I will add them."
He felt a sudden pang of shame as his gaze descended, fixated on Hilda, who had situated herself beneath his upright shaft.
He couldn't discern whether she was there unconsciously, lured by the heady fragrance of passion that permeated the atmosphere, or if she had a deliberate motive for positioning herself in such a provocative manner.
As he scrutinized her intently, Oga was struck by her incendiary allure, her radiant blue eyes gazing upward, her diminutive stature exuding a womanly magnetism as her supple hips swayed rhythmically.
The sight of her stirred his imagination, igniting a dark desire, that threatened to consume his thoughts, even as he struggled to focus.
All of these women were simply too damn close, and he found himself struggling with each breath.
'Deep breath, Oga' As he kept repeating in his mind, to make matters worse Yaya's nip slips didn't help, and those red prints on her soft ass, scorch his throat even more.
A few hundred deep breaths later, Oga steadied himself, These sirens were finally off to their task, with only one remaining, "Lady Hilda, what seems to trouble you? I see you haven't left with the others." Oga took a swig.
For the next few minutes, Hilda confided in Oga about her apprehension regarding her newfound status given her current marital situation.
Oga listened intently and offered comforting words that alleviated Hilda's burden.
Only to be left shocked by what she proposed next.
"I could assist you with that," she said, gesturing towards his corpulent phallus.
"Ahem, maybe later, you might have the chance, for it would ruin the game if I was to agree, don't you think?" said Oga
Hilda appeared disappointed, but still took the opportunity to return his cock into his robe, before retreating to her task.
Meanwhile, Nylah seized the opportunity to explore the walk-in closet, where she and Yaya discovered a trove of deviant items - cuffs, gag balls, ropes, and more. They were shocked, unable to believe that Oga could have such a fetish.
But despite their shock, they couldn't deny the thrill of the moment. Oga had brought them all together, giving them a chance to explore their deepest desires without fear of judgment.
[1:55 am]
As the final piece of the Ero Wheel was put in place, a sense of satisfaction washed over Oga. He ended up creating more than thirteen symbols. Oga got carried away.
The carvings were adorned with [duo eggplant-double team], [ peaches-ass play], [frog-french kissing], [ok finger-anal], [the peace sign-pounding the pussy], [pointed finger-fingering], [scented oil- full body sensual massage], [bowl-semen drinking], [paddle-spanking], [sweat droplets-orgasma],[whip-bdsm], [smiling face-facial],[trian- gangbang], [X-69], and [?- q & a].
In a few minutes, lots were chosen as to who would go first, and since Nuu hasn't returned yet, he will be last to go.
[Yaya, Hilda, Oga, Nylah, Nuu….] the pecking order.
Oga couldn't contain his excitement as he exclaimed, "Give it a spin!"
With a glimmer in her eyes, Yaya eagerly stepped forward towards the wheel. Her heart was beating with excitement, and her hands were shaking with anticipation.
The rest of the group stood in awe, mesmerized by the wheel spinning mid-air.
As the wheel gained momentum, their anticipation mounted with each passing moment.
The intricate design of the Ero Wheel was a testament to Oga's genius.
As it spun gracefully in the air, it seemed to transcend the boundaries of time and space. Each revolution brought a sense of wonder and awe to those who beheld its beauty.
However, amidst this display of wonder, Nylah had other intentions. With stealthy grace, she slinked to the back of the group, positioning herself close to her unsuspecting victim.
With deft fingers, she parted Oga's garments and seized his cock in secret, feigning innocence and ignoring his attempts to remove her hands.
The low, guttural grunts that emanated from Oga were music to the wench's ears. Her satisfaction knew no bounds as she relished the way he squirmed and writhed at her mercy.
With an iron grip on his balls, she reveled in the power she held over him, reminding Oga of the one truth he could never forget - that his cock belonged to her.
Just as things were getting heated, a sultry voice interrupted their game, providing Oga with the much-needed respite.
As he watched Nylah lick her fingers clean of his precum, Oga couldn't help but think she was utterly delicious in that moment.
It was then that two sets of feet crossed the chamber threshold, interrupting the scene before them.
"You--" Nuu began to say before being cut off.
Nuu saw the action of Nylah, cheating right before the event.
"I hope the party hasn't started without me!" a rather sweet-sounding voice spoke up.
As Hilda and Yaya swiveled around, Sage's unmistakable voice reverberated through the chamber.
Without a moment's pause for a response to her inquiry, she stormed into the room, causing the door to slam shut.
"Is this the reward you were referring to, Lord Nuu? Not bad," she commented, scanning the women in the room, her gaze lingering on Hilda.
"Why, pray tell, does a married woman grace us with her presence?" Sage queried with a derisive tone. "I was under the impression that this was an assembly of the exquisite beauties of House Thornbrik. Or, perchance, have I been mistaken...?" Her words trailed off as she cast a contemptuous glance at the woman in question.
Hilda, however, refused to let such a slight go unanswered. With a fierce determination in her eyes, she retorted, "Must I report my every move to you? And can you, with your semen-filled mouth, compare yourself to one of esteem?" Her challenge hung heavy in the air, daring Sage to respond.
"Enough! This gathering is not a forum for petty squabbles or insults." declared Oga
But it was already too late, Sage interjected, "Hold on, Lord Oga...This wench said something intriguing." She walked past Oga, who was quickly pulled back by Nuu.
"Let them sort it out," Nuu said, pouring himself a drink
As the tension continued to mount, Nuu seemed to relish the spectacle, calmly filling up both glasses.
"Brother," Nuu spoke in a serene voice, calmly pouring himself another drink, "you worry too much. If they dare to overstep, I will handle the matter with ease. It is better for them to express their grievances now than to let them fester."
Oga responded with a nod, "Very well, but the responsibility is on you." As he thought to himself, 'Forget it, I have baby him too much, it's time he learned to deal with his own problems.' thought Oga
Hilda, standing at a mere height of 160 cm, seemed undaunted and poised to take on the towering Sage, who stood at a staggering 194 cm.
As the tension simmered and threatened to boil over into violence, Nylah and Yaya swooped in, diffusing the situation before it could combust into a vicious fistfight. But their intervention proved to be only a temporary respite, as the exchange of verbal jabs continued unabated.
Hilda, never one to mince words, took aim at Sage with a vicious remark, "What's that smell?" she spat, crinkling her nose in disgust as if repelled by Sage's very presence.
Unwavering Sage stood tall and steadfast, unafraid to face the verbal onslaught from her adversary. With conviction in her voice, she retorted, "Childish....I'll have you know that I regularly take care of my personal hygiene, you uncivilized swine."
But Hilda, with a sneer on her lips, was not yet done. She launched another verbal attack, a vicious blow aimed at Sage's character. "Oh, spare me your lies. You're nothing but a filthy whore who walks around with men's love nectar."
Sage's ire boiled like a cauldron, and with fierce determination, she retorted, "How dare you call me a whore! I have never stooped so low as to engage in such vile acts.
But can I say the same about you? Not only did you spread your legs for a complete stranger, but to make matters worse, he is your husband's boss. You are a work of art, Hilda, and yet you have the audacity to stand here and accuse me of promiscuity?"
Nylah was stunned, for this was the first she had heard of it, but then looked at Yaya and then Nuu's face, 'Ah, I see. So that's what going on, I guess it can't be helped.' thought Nylah
Yaya appeared to want to hide, these vicious jabs were truly unladylike, and both parties were acting like children.
But who was she to tell them to stop, Although she manages the bathhouse, and knew why this argument was going down, Sage has seniority over her, and Hilda is the wife of a respectable man.
She's just a big-breasted mortal seeking her way out of poverty.
Yaya felt guilty, if she didn't take Hilda over to Sage's Parlor, none of this would have happened. But how would she know that Sage's obsession with being Lord Nuu's exclusive property would drive both women to a catfight to the point of displaying such an ugly side before Lord Oga.
As Yaya's thoughts ran with regret, Sage continue her onslaught.
"I am simply doing my job, which involves releasing stress for both men and women. I am not ashamed of what I do, and you will not make me out to be some uncontrollable slut, bringing shame to Lord Nuu.
On the other hand, you are a little bitch who doesn't know her place, lusting after things you cannot have. How dare you show up here at a gathering hosted for members of this household?" Sage's words cut like a knife.
Hilda attempted to justify her presence, "I received an invitation, and my marital status is none of your business," she said, but her words were feeble, her stance weakened by Sage's ferocity.
Sage, feeling triumphant, stood tall and spoke with authority.
"You should have declined, but here you are, in a thong with your ass out, acting as though you aren't married with children…I see where Yeli, gets his shamelessness." Sage rebuke
"..."
"Don't cross the line, Sage….Yeli is not that type of lad. And has nothing to do with our dispute, I don't mind you insulting me but don't bring my son into this." she warned
"..."
"Hump shows how little you know about your own child, he's no different than the men you're accusing me of having relation." Sage continued, her voice rising in anger, not giving Hilda the chance to rebuttal.
Why was she so angry?
Sage and her cousins had devoted their time and energy to Nuu. They listened to his nightly troubles, willing to do anything to ease his burden, even if it meant sacrificing their bodies. Sage went a step further than her cousins.
Her entire being was devoted to Nuu, no matter the time of day. She would come running if he called, like an obedient dog. Even if he asked her to slit her wrist, she would do it without asking "Why?" Because she wholeheartedly believed she couldn't exist without Nuu.
And now this woman, Hilda from nowhere, continued to show up by his side. What was she to think? The mere thought of it made her blood boil.
Just like Nylah…Sage had no desire for an official role in Nuu's life, just a corner where she could bask in his presence. And for that corner, she was willing to do whatever it took, even if it made her look foolish.
As long as he saw her effort, he wouldn't abandon her, right? Sage believed that everything she did was for the good of Nuu.
In fact, Sage and Nylah were similar in their obsession, with the only difference being Nylah knew how to use her sex appeal to have Oga crawl back to her, or so she believed.
Why did Sage and Nylah, not sit on the throne?
They do not feel worthy, the things they have done and are willing to do for these men would make anyone spit on them with contempt, but these two ladies view it, as the most natural thing, where else would they have such an opportunity?
As the silence continued, Sage's mind drifted back to the previous week. She remembered how Hilda had stood outside Lord Nuu's door all night during his absence, even when her husband was calling for her.
The memory brought a bitter taste to Sage's mouth. Who was she to wait on his lordship, what right did she have? Did she ask her for permission?