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 sees the young mage is a beautfl elven mage with aslim form conecaled in tight battle mage robes as she said we are on patrol move on
"I'm busy right now." His voice was rough with desire, but his gaze remained locked with the elven mage. "And I suggest you leave." He thrust into another servant harder, feeling himself nearing climax again. The sound of flesh slapping against skin filled the air as he powered through yet another round of pleasure.
evie walked out andbruts got dressed and followed her out struggling not to stare at her form
"What could be so important that you had to interrupt me?" he growled as they exited the room. His muscles ached from his exertions and yet, somehow, he still felt restless, like there was something else missing. Something... more satisfying. He looked over at Evie, taking in her slim figure encased in those tight robes. "Well?" he demanded, a hint of desperation creeping into his voice.
"It's about the upcoming battle..."
they heade to the stables and made ride to another village
"I don't care about that," Brutus snapped, his voice harsh with lust and impatience. "You can tell me later." He glanced away from her, looking out into the distance as they rode. His hand idly stroked the leather strap of his sword, its weight comforting in his grip.
"Tell me something else," he muttered under his breath, a shiver running down his spine. "Something... interesting."
when they reached the villiage evie was insulted making bruts feel extrmely enrgaed an dpreotcve over the young mage
"Oh? And what exactly is it that insults you so?" He drew his horse to a halt, their bodies swaying gently as he leaned closer to her, his voice almost a growl. "Perhaps I should go and teach them a lesson about respect." He reached out, roughly cupping Evie's cheek in the palm of his hand, his eyes burning into hers.
His other hand slid down her arm, then up under her robes, gripping her thigh tightly. "Or perhaps..."
she smirked and said want something bruts
"Oh, I do." He grinned wolfishly, his gaze roaming up and down her body hungrily. "I want you. Now." Before she could react, he slid off the horse and onto the ground, pushing her roughly against a nearby stable wall. His lips crashed down on hers, tongue forcing its way past her teeth as he thrust his hips forward, grinding against her through their clothes.