I was even happier that he chose to believe me and pretend he didn't have a choice but to own me or Nathalie or Greta or all the others. Those three b...ought it up to eight new sex slaves I had procured him.But the castle needed more girls. I'd have to find more nubile, submissive slaves. Licking my fingers clean of Nathalie and Greta's juices, I scampered off to do just that.Epilogue: The Rogue's Loving HaremKora FalkWith a gentle tap of the hammer against the delicate chisel, I knocked off a. I reached up, pulling her down to me and kissing her passionately, massaging her tongue with mine and gently nibbling her bottom lip. My hand reached around, running up the back of her leg to her firm ass, squeezing it gently at first then hard. I ran my fingers from her asshole to the wet spot in her panties before pulling them to the side. I pulled her panties to the side as she unzipped my pants, pulling my throbbing cock free and stroking it gently. I ran my fingers up and down her slit. That dark-eyed guy with a pressing erection and strong, broad hands. His fault. He shouldn’t have smiled at her. He shouldn’t have stood so close when she brushed past him each night in the hall. He shouldn’t have embraced such a fucking cliché – screwing the au pair while his wife was out. Everyone knows that ends badly, as it inevitably did. A flurry of clothes and accusations and a scream that shattered into a sob as the wife (Jenny, her name was Jenny) came home. She can regret that moment,. By the time I could have gotten to him and tapped him on the shoulder he would have forgotten about Karen's ass and his crass remark. Besides, I only knew the general direction the remark came from. I only knew him by voice.I considered yelling in his direction. "Hey, ASSHOLE, comment about your own wife's ass. Lay off of mine."But that would only draw attention to me. A bunch of men I didn't know would snicker and make jokes about my wife's anatomy. Loud-mouth probably wouldn't even look my.