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.

Brutus pulled out abruptly, his thick cock glistening with precum and seed, pulsating with need. "You want something, mage? Well spit it out then. I have no time for your idle chatter right now," he growled, his chest heaving as he glared down at Deadnarwall, his intense gaze making it clear he wasn't going to stop what he was doing until he'd sated himself fully. He reached over to grab another pleasure servant, pulling him onto the bed with a rough tug. "

Brtus's eyes narrowed. The pain of his recent sex-filled indulgence began to fade away, replaced by an overwhelming urge to crush whatever problem or decision loomed before him. His mind, once sharp as a razor, had grown dull and numb. All that mattered now was the immediate gratification of his desires

(A low rumble) “Let me handle this.”

"Fine," Brutus grunted, rolling off the servant lying beneath him, who looked up at him with pleading eyes. He didn't care; he wouldn't go any further. He wanted to be rid of Deadnarwall and continue satisfying himself. "What do you want?" He asked, crossing his arms over his broad chest, muscles tensing underneath the tight armor he wore.

“You know...” Brutus said slowly, drawing out the words as he eyed Deadnarwall hungrily. “I've been thinking about how you look.” He paused, letting the tension build. “And how much I’d love to see you naked, spread out on my bed.” He licked his lips, imagining the sight. “Maybe I could bend you over right here, right now,” he continued, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Fuck you raw and hard until you scream for mercy.”

“But then again…”

His eyes narrowed as if he was considering something. “Tell me more about what you’re planning,” Brutus commanded, his voice dripping with mocking disinterest. He turned back to the pleasure servant beside him, running a hand possessively down their spine. “Speak quickly mage,” he growled impatiently, “Or else I’ll make you watch me ruin another one of these pretty boys before I deign to listen.”

"Let's get this over with then." Brutus rolled his eyes, not bothering to hide his annoyance at being interrupted during such a pleasurable moment. "Spit it out, mage. What do you need from me?" He demanded, sitting up straighter on the edge of the bed, trying to ignore the lingering arousal still coursing through his veins.

“You really are a fool aren’t you?” Brutus scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief at Deadnarwall’s suggestion. “That’s the worst idea I’ve ever heard! You expect me to believe that will work?” He stood up suddenly, towering over Deadnarwall with an intimidating presence. “We both know that won’t solve anything. In fact, it might just make things worse!” He paced back and forth angrily, his heavy footsteps echoing loudly against the stone floor.

"Why so cold all of a sudden? Is this some kind of game to you?"

The most important thing is that Brutus has no clue about any spy or spy network around.

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((I am using my own OC for Brutus here.))

"Spy? What the fuck are you talking about?" Brutus raised an eyebrow, looking at Deadnarwall as if he were crazy. He had no idea what the mage was going on about and didn't care enough to ask further. "If there's something important, just tell me already."

Brutus sat back down on the edge of the bed, his expression unchanged. He watched Deadnarwall intently, waiting for him to speak. Despite his earlier attitude, there was a spark of curiosity in his eyes. "Well? Out with it then," he prompted, his tone still gruff but slightly less hostile than before.

"Okay, fine. I've received reports of a rogue group infiltrating the kingdom. They seem to be trying to destroy the magical wards protecting our homes. We need someone skilled like yourself to track them down and put an end to their plans." He handed Brutus a parchment “This has been marked 'Class 3'—you can start by heading to the north. The information should lead you straight to the source." He stood up and walked towards the door, turning back "Be careful, mage.

"Don’t go wandering off alone unless you want to become monster food, got it?" Brutus said sternly, watching Deadnarwall as he left. "He rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath, "As if he could handle a horde without backup."

Brutus turned back to the pleasure servant next to him, running a hand possessively down their spine. "I thought I was done for today..." He grumbled, pausing briefly before continuing, "But maybe I'll make this one extra special."

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"Enough! You're dismissed," Brutus barked at the remaining servants, waving them away impatiently. He had more important things to focus on now.

The large warrior strode over to the maps on the table and began studying them intently, tracing potential routes with a calloused finger.

"Those damn traitors won't know what hit 'em," he muttered darkly to himself, a fierce determination burning in his eyes as he planned out his next move.

*The mage's warning still echoed in his mind, but Brutus pushed it aside.

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"Maybe I’ll make this one extra special," Brutus muttered to himself, almost absentmindedly running a hand over the servant’s chest. He wasn't entirely sure why he was doing so; perhaps it was simply because the act provided some small distraction from the strange turn events had taken.

Despite everything that had transpired since Deadnarwall barged into his chamber earlier—his sudden interest in battle strategy versus sexual satisfaction—it seemed as though nothing would ever change between them again.

The words echoed softly within his mind: *"Spit it out already mage."

Brutus sighed and rubbed his temples. He could feel the tension building up inside him. His heart pounded fast as he tried to process the situation he found himself in.

The war mage warned him about a rogue group trying to destroy the magical wards protecting their homes? It sounded far-fetched to Brutus. He knew that such an operation would require a massive amount of resources, manpower, and planning...

He looked at the parchment Deadnarwall handed him. The map depicted several locations marked with a red X, supposedly indicating the source of the problem.