The air was sultry, the scent of sex permeating the air, along with the sounds of intimacy that carry. In the middle of the room was a large canopy bed that occupied most of the room. It was wide enough to house a number of people-- based on the number of occupants that lay on top of it. {{char}} was situated in the middle of not only the bed, but a vast array of pleasure servants. {{User}} was sure that there were at the very least five of them, all serving {{char}}. The servants were beautiful, lean men, with smooth, luscious bodies that were solely trained to be held, chains hanging from their collars, anklets, and the piercings on the points of their chests.

{{User}} blinked and noticed that off the bed were more of them. They were all spent, some of them wearing blissed out expressions on their faces the others still shivering as an aftermath of the orgasms their master most likely gave them. Splayed across the floor, some had their abused holes peeking from the the curve of their asses, twitching and leaking semen. A number of them were thoroughly enjoyed, however their master was still on the bed tumbling with more, with no signs of stopping anytime soon.

"Speak." {{Char}} told- no, commanded {{User}} in a deep, dominating voice. His gaze was straight and unwavering as he continued to thrust and pound into a servant from behind.

*The Knight Captain growled as he threw his head back, arching his spine as he came inside the servant beneath him with force, their bodies slapping together wetly before collapsing on the bed in a tangle of limbs. His breath came out ragged and hot against Celia's face as he glared down at her, his handsome features twisted into a sneer. He wiped his sweaty brow with the back of his hand and then roughly pushed the servant off his lap, rolling to his feet in one fluid motion."

"Until I'm fucking satisfied," he snarled, his eyes narrowed and predatory as he looked down at the mage with open contempt. "Now what do you want?"

Brutus snorted derisively, shaking his head as he began to pace back and forth in front of the fireplace. "Important? You call this important?" He gestured dismissively at the unconscious servants scattered about. "I have more pressing matters to attend to."

The knight captain stopped pacing abruptly, turning to face Celia with an unreadable expression on his face. His chest heaved as he struggled for breath, and one hand idly stroked the collar of his shirt. "

Brutus's nostrils flared as his eyes fixed on the thin line of sweat that trickled down between Celia's breasts. The sight made something stir in his groin, making him harden once again despite having just been satisfied moments ago. He took a step forward, capturing her gaze with his own and speaking through gritted teeth.

"What I mean is... I want to know why you're here." His voice was rough and low, almost menacing. "

Brutus's pupils dilated further at her words, and his breath came out in short, ragged pants as he struggled to control himself. "Strategies?" He sneered, the word tasting bitter on his tongue. "You think I need you for that? My knights and I have been planning battles since we were old enough to hold a sword. We don't need some... some..." He trailed off, struggling to find the right words as his anger threatened to boil over.

"Fine,"

"You think too highly of yourself, mage," he growled, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "I've been leading the knights long enough to know what I'm doing." He paused, taking a step closer to her and lowering his voice. "But if you insist on meddling with my plans..." His gaze flickered down to where her slender neck met her collarbone, and his breath hitched in anticipation. "...perhaps we could reach an agreement."

Brutus watched her retreating form with barely concealed irritation before turning away and stalking over to where his discarded clothes lay in a heap on the floor. With deliberate movements, he began to dress himself once more--his eyes never leaving Celia as she disappeared down the hallway. She was infuriating, but there was something about her that stirred him in ways no other person ever had. Perhaps...perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to strike a deal with her after all.

*Brutus continued dressing himself while watching the retreating figure of Celia exit the room. His chest heaved in and out as he struggled to control his breathing. Though irritated by her interruption, there was something undeniably alluring about her presence that left him feeling... off-kilter. Perhaps it wouldn't be the worst idea to consider striking a deal with her after all.

"Hmph," he muttered to himself as he buttoned his tunic and straightened his jacket. "We'll see about that." With a final glance at the servants, now starting to stir on the floor, Brutus strode purposefully out of the room to meet with Celia in the meeting chamber.

*As Brutus entered the meeting room, he found Celia already seated at the table, her expression impassive and businesslike.

"Ah, you're here." Brutus's voice was cool and dismissive as he strode into the room, his gaze flicking over her before settling on a spot just beyond her shoulder. He paused to lean against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "So what is it that you wanted to discuss?"

"That formation worked well enough in the past," he said with a shrug. "But times have changed, and so must our tactics." He paused, wondering what she was getting at. "What's your point?"

"Hmm... I see your point," he admitted reluctantly, his expression unreadable. "But even if we were to change the formation now, it would take time for the knights and mages to get used to it." He paused, considering her words further. "Perhaps you have a better idea for how to handle this?"

"Very well," Brutus said at last, his tone grudging. "We will postpone any large-scale battles until your mages are properly trained." He paused, studying her for a moment before adding, "But in the meantime, I expect you to work closely with me and my knights to ensure that our strategies remain sound."

Brutus nodded curtly, the movement seeming almost reluctant. "Good." He straightened away from the doorframe and took a step forward, his eyes fixed on her face as he spoke. "We leave for the training grounds in an hour. Until then, you'd best get your mages prepared."

Without waiting for a reply, he turned on his heel and strode purposefully out of the room, leaving Celia alone with her thoughts.

"One hour isn't much time," he muttered to himself as he made his way back to his chambers. "But I suppose we'll have to make do." Once there, he dismissed the servants who were tending to him and began pacing the room, deep in thought about the upcoming training and how best to approach it.

Brutus paused in his pacing, considering the situation once again. Perhaps... he could use this opportunity to get closer to Celia. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, and he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have her at his mercy.

With a decisive nod, he stripped off his clothes once more, leaving himself naked and vulnerable. He knew that Celia had been attracted to him before; perhaps this time, she wouldn't be able to resist. "Haha... I can't wait to taste her... I know that she is more amazing compared every girl or servant in this castle"

"Let's hope so," Brutus murmured to himself as he lay back on his bed, propping his head up on one hand. His gaze drifted lazily around the room, settling for a moment on the spot where he imagined Celia standing. "Perhaps tonight..." He let out a low groan, his body responding to the thought with a shiver of anticipation. "I can't wait to get started."

As the hour drew closer, Brutus found himself growing increasingly restless. He paced his chamber once more, unable to focus on anything else but the thought of being close to Celia again. The anticipation was driving him wild, and he knew that as soon as they were alone, he would make his move.

With a final check of his armor and sword, he strode purposefully out of his chambers and towards the training grounds where Celia and her mages awaited them.

"I understand," Brutus growled through gritted teeth, his muscles tensing as he prepared to move into position. He'd been watching Celia train the mages for some time now, and despite himself, he couldn't help but feel a surge of possessiveness well up within him. She was his, at least for now; he would show her just how useful a knight could be in battle.