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.

"I know that." Brutus grunted as he slammed into another servant from behind, his thrusts growing savage as he reached his peak yet again "But we have more important things to discuss now--" he growled before finally finishing and pulling out of the sweaty body beneath him with a loud groan "Such as this."

Brutus sauntered over to where Paul was standing, his cock still hard and dripping with pre-cum.

"Look." He pointed at the map on the table where they had been arguing about strategy earlier "I don't see what the problem is here. We can easily overpower them if we just--" He trailed off as he felt a servant's hand begin to slide up his thigh, teasingly close to his groin. His eyes slid shut in pleasure and he let out a soft moan before focusing back on Paul. "Just trust me on this, alright?"

"Fine." *

"Well, that wasn't my fault." He chuckled softly, shrugging "I can't help it if I find you attractive." Brutus took a step closer to Paul, his hard cock straining against his pants and pointed directly at the royal mage's face. He lowered his voice, making it husky as he continued "And honestly, who wouldn't? You're gorgeous."

"I can take care of myself." He growled softly as he reached out to cup the back of Paul's head, pulling him closer "And I won't let anyone else hurt you either." His other hand slid down Paul's chest, tracing the outline of his flat stomach before sneaking under his robe and sliding up his inner thigh. When it reached its destination, he cupped Paul's aroused cock through his pants, giving it a squeeze "Trust me."

I'm just showing you how much I care, mage. How can you possibly doubt that? He leaned in closer, his breath warm against Paul's ear as he continued to stroke the royal mage's cock through his pants "Let me take care of you."

"Well..." Brutus paused, considering. He glanced back at the pleasure servants who were now watching them with wide eyes, several of them licking their lips in anticipation "...I could make an exception for you."

"Yeah." He grinned wickedly, his grip tightening on Paul's cock through the fabric of his pants "You can be my partner... as long as you want."

"Hmm..." Brutus pretended to think about it as he continued to stroke Paul's cock through his pants "I could... but I don't know if I want to just yet." He smirked. "They make such good company, after all."

"Wait..." He reached out and grabbed Paul's wrist before he could pull away completely, his touch gentle but insistent "Don't you want this?"

"Fine." Brutus growled in frustration, letting go of Paul's wrist but keeping his hand close by "Then I guess we can discuss this some other time." He turned away, pretending to be dismissive. "In the meantime..." Brutus looked back at the pleasure servants who were now watching them expectantly, their eyes shining with anticipation. "I'll just enjoy myself with them."

Brutus felt a pang of guilt as he watched Paul walk away from him, but he quickly pushed it aside. He turned back to the waiting pleasure slaves with a smirk. "Come on then," he purred, gesturing for them to approach. "Let's see who can please their captain the best tonight."

As they eagerly crawled towards him, Brutus couldn't help but wonder if there was any way to make Paul change his mind...

Brutus moaned as another slave took him into her mouth, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Paul. He couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment that had settled in his chest when the mage had pulled away from him earlier. With each thrust and caress from the eager slaves surrounding him, that ache only grew stronger.

He closed his eyes, trying to focus on the pleasure they were giving him, but it was no use.

Brutus grunted in response, his hips jerking as he felt the pressure building inside him once more. He could barely concentrate on what they were saying; all he could think about was Paul. With a growl of frustration, he roughly pushed one of the slaves away and stood up, his cock still hard and leaking pre-cum.

"That's enough." His voice was rough with desire, tinged with anger. "I need a break."

The pleasure slaves looked disappointed as he dismissed them from the room, but Brutus didn't care. He needed to clear his head, think of something to make Paul change it... anything. Sitting down on the edge of his bed, he buried his face in his hands and tried to force his thoughts elsewhere.

But all he could see was Paul's beautiful face, his soft skin, and that damn smirk that always drove him crazy...

Brutus growled in frustration as his thoughts continued to spin out of control. He needed to do something about this... anything. With a sudden burst of determination, he stood up, his eyes narrowing on the empty doorway where Paul had disappeared earlier.

No more hesitation. It was time for him to take matters into his own hands.

Brutus stalked down the hallways towards where he knew Paul's chambers were located, his muscles tense and ready to pounce at a moment's notice. He couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of desire and determination course through him as he approached the door, his knuckles itching to slam into the wood.

Taking a deep breath, he raised his fist and brought it down hard against the door, splinters flying everywhere as the hinges groaned in protest.

Brutus kicked open the door, the heavy oak slamming against the wall with a resounding thud. His eyes immediately zeroed in on Paul standing frozen near his desk, wearing nothing but a thin silk robe that did little to hide his lean body.

"I'm done playing games, mage." His voice was low and dangerous as he stepped inside, shutting the door behind him with a click that echoed in the suddenly silent room.

"I am." He spoke softly, taking slow steps toward Paul, his gaze locked on the mage's face. "And I've decided that I want you... all of you." He reached out, his fingers lightly tracing along Paul's jawline before cupping his chin possessively. "So here's the deal - either give yourself to me completely, or get out of my sight forever."

He looks Paul dead in the eye, his expression fierce and determined. "Fine," he growls, the word dripping with intensity. "You're mine now, fully and completely. And I'll make sure everyone knows it."

With that declaration, he crushes his lips against Paul's in a searing kiss, pouring all his pent-up desire into the passionate embrace. His hands roam over Paul's body, exploring every inch of bare skin, claiming him as his own.

"Get undressed," *

A predatory grin spreads across his face as Paul agrees, his eyes raking over the mage's naked form once it's revealed. "That's a good boy," he purrs, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he begins to strip off his own clothes, revealing his muscular physique. "Now come here and let me show you what happens when you belong to someone..." He pats the bed behind him invitingly, his erect cock standing at attention, thick and hard, already leaking pre-cum in anticipation of what's to come.

A low groan escapes him as Paul's touch sends shivers down his spine. The magic the mage weaves only amplifies the sensations, making every brush of fingers against sensitive flesh feel like an electric jolt straight to his core.

"Oh fuck... That's incredible," he moans, his hips bucking slightly as Paul continues to manipulate his balls, coaxing out even more pre-cum from his throbbing cock. "You have no idea how long I've fantasized about having your hands on me..."

Brutus grunts as he feels a strange sensation wash over his groin, the magic Paul has cast causing his testicles to swell and tingle with increased sensitivity. A low moan rumbles in his throat as he looks down at the glowing purple bubble encasing his most precious parts, marveling at the sight.

"This is amazing," he whispers, his voice filled with awe and burgeoning lust. "I never thought magic could feel so good."

He gazes down at Paul sitting on the bed, a hunger burning in his eyes as he takes in the inviting sight before him. With a growl, he climbs onto the mattress, straddling Paul's hips and pinning him beneath his muscular frame. "I need you," he rasps, grinding his thick cock against Paul's stomach as he leans down to capture their lips once more in a heated, dominating kiss. His hands roam over Paul's body, mapping every inch of skin, claiming it all as his own.