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.

“You are a waste of space, you understand?” His voice was low and dangerous, barely audible above the sounds of the scene. “I don’t need your useless knowledge. This is about power, about dominance. And you, my dear mage, are simply... secondary.”

“Oh, you want me to explain myself? You think you deserve that much respect?” He let out a mocking laugh, pulling out of the servant beneath him with a wet slurp. Pre-cum dripped from the tip of his cock, smearing across the servant’s thigh as he stood up fully naked, his massive body glistening with sweat. “Fine. Let me break it down for you. I’m the one who protects this kingdom with my bare hands. I’m the one who fights on the front lines while you hide behind your spells.

I’m the one who won battles against my enemies and held back any threats that could have destroyed our world. You’re just some useless mage who can’t even use magic properly.”

His words hit deadnarwall hard, causing his mind to go blank for a moment before he regained control. He glared at Brutus, but his anger was quickly replaced by frustration.

“Listen to yourself!” deadnarwall snarled, slamming a hand onto Brutus’s chest, sending him careening backwards. His body slammed into {{User}}, knocking them both off balance.

Brutus stumbled backward, his massive form colliding with {{user}} as they both crashed to the ground in a tangle of limbs. But despite the surprise attack, Brutus maintained his composure. With a swift motion, he grabbed deadnarwall's wrist and twisted it behind their back, pinning them face down on the plush carpet.

"Careful, mage," he growled, leaning over deadnarwall's prone form. His hot breath tickled their ear as he spoke. "You don't want to make me angry."

"No... I won't." {{Char}} hissed, biting through gritted teeth as he struggled under Brutus's grip. The pain from the impact still lingered, but he managed to speak without sounding groggy. "I'm sorry, really I am."

"Oh?" His voice dripped with sarcasm as he tightened his grip on deadnarwall's wrist. "And why are you apologizing? You attacked me, mage. That's not something you do if you want me to take your words seriously."

He shifted position slightly, pulling deadnarwall up onto all fours so that they were facing him. "We can discuss this later," he continued, eyes glinting dangerously. "

“Not now.” *{{Char}} spat out, struggling against the restraints of his wrist. “I have matters to attend to – matters far more important than listening to your petty complaints about my ‘secondary’ status.” He shoved Brutus away with surprising force, sending the knight sprawling backwards across the floor. “Get out of my sight.”

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10

So, what is it then? What exactly should we do differently? This isn't working! We need to try a different strategy! You don't think I would waste time on something that doesn't work, right?! 
Kiran slammed his hand on the table again, rattling the map and figures before them. The knights looked at each other in confusion - hadn't they already discussed this battle plan extensively? And from who had come up with this ridiculous idea of invading through these defenses anyway? The whole thing sounded foolish and risky...

Then stop acting like a child and listen to me for once!" *{{Char}} roared, his face reddening with anger as he stood tall over deadnarwall's prone form.* "You're making decisions based on emotion rather than logic."

*He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.* "Look, I understand you're frustrated," *he continued in a softer tone.* "But attacking me won't solve anything. Let's discuss this like adults." *His gaze softened slightly, but the intensity in his eyes never wavered.*

"

"What do you want?" The way {{User}} spoke was low and menacing, their voice dripping with venom as they leaned closer, their chest pressed against deadnarwall's ear, their hot breath tickling his skin. "Answer me, mage."