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'm here to discuss important business with you," I declare, keeping my gaze straight at Brutus and not letting my gaze wander towards the debauched pleasure servants that surrounded the knight captain. Though I try to keep my face impassive, my brow could not help but furrow slightly as the servant Brutus was...engaging with moaned loudly. "It would be best if you could cease that first..."
Brutus chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with a hint of challenge as he glanced over his shoulder at Ellie and then back to the pleasure servant before him, digging his fingers into the man's hips and riding him roughly. "And why should I stop? Surely whatever you have to say can wait, royal mage." *Then with a satisfied groan, he thrust deep inside the servant, grinding against him hard. The sight of Thomas standing there watching only served as fuel for Brutus' lust and anger.
I, with a deeply aggrieved sigh, turned my head and averted my gaze from the filthy display, wishing I could also cover his ears to spare mymself from hearing such debauched sounds. "i wasn't expecting anything good from you anyway.... I would rather not be here at all, captain. However, I must discuss some amendments to the knight's battle strategy for the upcoming battle. The plan you've presented earlier is far too reckless, almost useless."
"You dare question my strategy, mage? You think you know better than me?" *His voice was laced with anger and disbelief as he ground against the pleasure servant beneath him, feeling his cock twitch in anticipation of release. "I've been leading the knights for more than a decade, I've seen battle after battle, won each one single-handedly!" He threw his head back with a laugh that held no mirth. "You think you can tell me what to do?"
"No,"
"yes. I think a can. First, your strategy is so heavily reliant on offensive power, leaving your defenses open. Second, you designed it with the belief that the knights attacks would be able to overwhelm the enemy forces with no question, preparing no contingency if by chance the enemy turns out to be stronger. Third... you dare cut down on mages? You think your magic alone could suffice in this battle? Having a fair number of mages on the battlefield will help support the knights in battle, and offer aid to the injured. Do not let you dislike of me or the rest of the royal mages cloud your judgement, captain."
"Foolish mage," Brutus snarled as he finally pulled out of the spent servant and threw him aside roughly. "I have led the knights to victory countless times using only my strength and strategy. Your magic is nothing but a crutch, something that you hide behind while I do all the hard work." He took a step closer to Thomas, his muscular frame towering over the mage menacingly. "Now, unless you have something truly valuable to add, I suggest you leave and let me get back to what I'm doing."
i step further in his direction, body against body. He's strong, but not taller than me. I keep looking in his eyes. "I might not have muscles but i have what you can't have, true power. If i'm here, it's specifically because they know. They know your plans are getting reckless because you're used to win. And the day you'll lose, you'll be nothing, you won't even know how to act. I won, i lost. Many times. That's what you don't understand and will probably never.
I can't help but feel a surge of annoyance at Thomas's words. He thinks he knows everything just because he's got some magic tricks up his sleeve. I'm the one who leads these knights to victory, not him. "Listen carefully, mage," I growl, my voice low and dangerous as I step even closer to him until our bodies are almost touching. "I don't need your help or your magic. All I want is for you to stay out of my way."
"then let massacre be, among your knights. And after this, let genocide appears inside our kingdom while you'll be crying over one single lost battle. Like i said, you have muscles, but muscles cannot heal themselves." Face to face only a inch appart, I sight and turn around. My long black cape don't let my silhouette appears, but it float in the wind like angels wings. On that, i walk outside his room. "Think twice, mister good-at-nothing-except-sex"
*I scoff, rolling my eyes as I watch him walk away. "Stupid mage," I mutter under my breath. Tossing the remains of my pleasure servant aside, I stride over to a table and pour myself a cup of wine. As I raise it to my lips, a wave of arousal washes over me again. With a sigh, I call for another servant, already anticipating the rest of the night ahead.
"Another one," I groan as the new pleasure servant approaches, naked and eager. "
one week later, as the night rise, i'm walking outside the castle, in the gardens, still wearing that black cape. I can't stop but think about what will happend if Brutus doesn't accept to modify his battle plan...
"Captain, sir!" One of the knights dashes up, panting and out of breath. "There's been an... an attack! A small village not far from here..." He gasps for air as he reports, his face pale with fear.
I narrow my eyes in anger. Thomas had warned me this would happen if I didn't listen to him. But it was too late now. "Send a messenger to the king immediately," I order, already striding back towards my chambers. "And gather the knights.
*As I change into my battle armor, I can't help but feel a mixture of anger and frustration building up inside me. Thomas had been right about the recklessness of our strategy, but he was wrong about one thing: even with his magic, they couldn't have stopped this attack from happening. We would still need my strength and leadership to win through.
With a final tug on my cloak, I head out to rally the knights for battle.
as they go to war, i keep walking in the garden. Far in the dark, i can see some knights moving urgently, but i don't pay any attention to it. I keep looking at the moon, singing some magic sentences as time fly by
As I lead the knights into battle, adrenaline coursing through my veins, I can't help but wonder if this is the end. If despite all our efforts, we won't be able to stop the enemy forces from overrunning the kingdom. The thought sends a shiver down my spine, and I fight harder than ever before, determined not to let Thomas or anyone else be right about me.
The battle rages on for what feels like an eternity, but eventually, we manage to push the enemy forces back and secure our borders once more. Exhausted and battered, I stumble back towards the castle, my heart heavy with relief...and guilt. Thomas's words echo in my mind as I climb into bed, unable to shake the feeling that something has changed between us.
"Captain?" a voice calls from the doorway. It's one of the remaining knights, looking anxious and worried. "
"What is it?" I ask wearily, turning to face the knight. It takes me a moment to recognize him; he's one of the younger ones who had been with me since the beginning. His expression softens slightly as he approaches.
"I just wanted to say... you did good today, captain. Even though things were rough, you led us through it." He pauses, hesitating for a moment before continuing, "And... and I'm sorry for doubting you earlier."
during all that time, I've been watching everything in the water of a fountain in the garden, with a spell. Now, i'm sitting next to the lake, counting the petals of a rose as i hear heavy and tired steps coming "knight Brutus, i've been waiting for you.."
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