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.
Marcus took a couple of steps into the room, keeping his distance from the scene on the bed. His brow was slightly furrowed; he looked annoyed and sleepy. "Can you please be quiet? I'm literally in the next room," he said, trying not to sound too harsh despite his obvious bad mood. "I really need to sleep..."
"Quiet?" The captain's voice was thick with lust as he threw his head back in laughter. "You want me to be quiet, mage? I'm a man of action! And I won't quiet down for you!" He grinned, the feral expression softening into something more cruel. "Now what do you have to say that's so important?" he demanded, his gaze flicking briefly back to the figure on the bed before fixing on Marcus once more.
The movement caused one of the servants to moan beneath him, arching up and pressing closer. Brutus growled low in his throat, using the sound to heighten his pleasure as he took the servant roughly. The servant shuddered with need, their fingernails scraping down Brutus's back leaving bright red lines on his skin.
Marcus snapped his fingers, freezing the air in the room and plunging it into complete silence. With another flick of his wrist, he flung all the servants lying on the bed to the floor. Black hands erupted from the floor, grabbing Brutus by the ankles and wrists and gagging him, pinning him to the bed on his back. "FIRST," Marcus said, his eyes glowing with magic and his voice echoing. "Don't you dare speak to me like that, you muscle-brained bastard." His brow furrowed in anger. "AND SECOND," he said firmly. "I only asked for a little silence... I WANT TO SLEEP." His last words were even more furious than the rest, making his eyes glow even more.
"Y-You're..." Brutus struggled against his bonds, but they held fast. His face was reddening with anger and shame as he looked up at Marcus. "Let me go!" he demanded, thrashing wildly, but it was no use; the magical restraints were far too strong for him to break free from. The gag muffled his words, making them incoherent. The captain's eyes blazed with fury and humiliation as he glared up at Marcus, struggling harder against his bonds. His heart raced, adrenaline pumping through his veins as he fought against the magic that held him down. Sweat beaded on his forehead and rolled down his face as he fought for control and freedom. "You're nothing but a coward, mage!" Brutus spat out between grunts of exertion. "You don't have the strength to keep me here! Let me go, or I swear--" He snapped his teeth together, his jaw clenching as he struggled harder, hoping Marcus would relent and free him from his humiliating predicament.
"Or what?" Marcus said coldly. The black hands gripped Brutus even tighter.
"Or..." The captain's face twisted into a snarl as he glared up at his tormentor. "You'll regret it." Even as he struggled against the magical restraints that held him down, Brutus mentally prepared himself for the inevitable. A hot flush of anger and frustration boiled inside him, making every muscle tense and ready to lash out. "Let me go!" he roared, saliva spraying from his lips as his head thrashed against the mattress beneath him.
His heart raced with fury and determination, his chest heaving as he fought to breathe past the gag in his mouth. He could feel the magic holding him growing stronger by the second, but it only served to fuel his rage further. "I swear," he snarled through gritted teeth, "when this is over, I will make you pay."
Brutus's struggles became more frantic and desperate as he fought against the magical bonds that held him down. Sweat beaded on his forehead and rolled down his face, stinging his eyes as he strained against his constraints. "Please..." he groaned, his voice hoarse from exertion. "Let me go." His words were little more than a whimper now, weak and desperate.
The captain's mind raced with possibilities for escape or retaliation, but each option seemed as futile as the last. The more he struggled against Marcus' magic, the weaker he felt... and yet refusing to submit was the only thing keeping him from giving into despair.
"He only repeats it one more time." Marcus said, raising an eyebrow. "Be quiet and let me sleep," he said coldly. He snapped his fingers, freeing Brutus from the magical bonds, before turning to leave the room. "Don't make me tell you to shut up again," he said before leaving Brutus's room, slamming the door behind him.
Brutus glowered up at the closed door as it slammed shut, his shoulders heaving with anger and humiliation. His face was flushed with exertion and fury, making his cheeks hot under his coppery skin. Tears stung his eyes but didn't fall; he refused to show weakness in front of Marcus.
The captain struggled to calm his raging heart as he glared at the door, his knuckles whitening from where he had been gripping the sheets beneath him. It took several long moments for his breathing to steady, and even then it was shallow and uneven.
He wanted nothing more than to exact revenge on Marcus for this humiliation; to prove himself the stronger of the two. But for now... there would be other battles, other enemies to face. He needed rest, just like that insufferable mage had demanded. With a frustrated groan, Brutus rolled onto his side and closed his eyes, willing sleep to claim him despite his pounding heart and racing thoughts.
Time passed; he drifted in and out of consciousness, dreams filled with images of battle and dominance that did little to settle the anger within him. Eventually, exhaustion won out over his fury, and Brutus sank into a fitful slumber, still feeling Marcus's words sting like an unhealed wound.
The next morning, the sun's rays streamed through Marcus's bedroom window, hitting his face and eliciting an annoyed groan. He hated getting up early. After a while of grumbling, he got out of bed and dressed with just a snap of his fingers. He left his room and began wandering the castle corridors, staring at the ceiling, drowsy. "...I want to sleep..." he whispered to himself. As much as he wanted to sleep, he had chores to do.
As the light crept into his chamber, a harsh cough woke him from his restless slumber. His eyes snapped open and he instantly sat up, looking around wildly as if expecting an attack. Once he realized it was just another day and that there were no immediate threats, he slowly relaxed back against the headboard of his bed, still suspicious and on edge.
The memory of last night's humiliation at Marcus's hands weighed heavily upon him, making every movement feel sluggish and painful. He rubbed a hand over his face, feeling the lingering sting of tears he hadn't allowed himself to shed. Brutus grimaced, angry at himself for letting the mage get under his skin so easily.
"Foolish magician..." he growled under his breath before glancing over toward the open doorway of his chamber. Perhaps if he could find something to distract him... Something that would allow him to forget, even for just a little while.
Marcus sneezed, sensing someone talking about him somewhere. "Hmm..." he muttered, slightly annoyed, before heading to an empty meeting room to begin his duties. "I hope I don't have to see him..." he muttered to himself, hoping he wouldn't have to see Brutus today. He sat down at the table, and with a wave of his hand, he conjured up scroll maps from a shelf, drawing them toward him and beginning to review them.
His stride purposeful, Brutus marched down the hallway towards the meeting room where he knew Marcus would be. The tension in his shoulders eased slightly as he approached; he needed to find a way to regain some of his lost pride. Perhaps if they could work together and pretend last night never happened...
As he entered the room, Brutus fixed Marcus with a cold glare. "You," he said, voice harsh. "We need to discuss our strategy for the upcoming battle." He hoped that by focusing on their duties, they could ignore the tension between them... at least for now.
Marcus frowned at Brutus's words; peace was over. He sighed in annoyance and, with a flick of his wrist, floated a map in front of Brutus's face. "There you have the recent bandit attacks on the trade routes marked," he said irritably, without looking at the other man. "Now do your job and leave me alone."
Brutus narrowed his eyes as he stared down at the map floating in front of him. "We need to focus on strengthening our defenses around the border," he growled. "Those bandits won't stop unless we show them our full force." He pointed to a specific spot along the outer edge, where three of the recent attacks had occurred within a few weeks of each other. "This is where they're likely to strike next."
The knight captain took a step closer to Marcus, his voice lowering as he spoke. "And I don't appreciate you talking to me like that... We need to work together if we want to keep our kingdom safe." A dark glint flickered in Brutus's eyes; the message was clear.
"I'll talk to you however I please," Marcus said coldly, without turning to look at Brutus. "I already tried being nice to you, and you didn't listen." His voice was slightly raised. He glanced at the other man out of the corner of his eye, frowning. "Now, take a seat and tell us your plan," he said. With a flick of his wrist, he magically moved a chair across the table for Brutus to sit down.
Brutus's hands clenched into fists at his sides as he glared at the floating chair. He could feel the blood rushing to his face, his anger growing with every second that Marcus ignored him and insulted him. But he knew they couldn't afford another scene like last night; their duty came first.
Taking a deep breath, Brutus slowly sat down in the chair, forcing himself to calm down. "We need to focus on reinforcing our defenses at the border," he said through gritted teeth. "I don't care how many men we have to spare, I want them posted there. We can't afford any more attacks." His eyes bore into Marcus, daring him to contradict him.
Marcus shrugged and looked away. "You're the captain of the guard, you give the orders," he said casually. "Do whatever you want with your guards. If you want reinforcements, I'll send some of my mages," he added with a hint of interest.
"Fine." The word was almost choked out as Brutus ground his teeth together. He didn't trust Marcus to send any help that wouldn't interfere with whatever sick game the mage was playing. But he had no choice; they needed all the strength they could get for the upcoming battle.
As if sensing his rage, one of the windows in the room blew open with a gust of wind, sending papers and small trinkets flying through the air. Brutus's eyes narrowed as he glared at Marcus, but the mage seemed oblivious to the gesture.
Marcus sighed. With a flick of his wrist, he used magic to close the window and straighten the papers. He glanced sideways at Brutus. "Do you need to talk about something else?" he said with a hint of disinterest, before focusing on his scrolls.
Brutus felt his anger surge again at the mage's insolent tone. "No," he growled through clenched teeth. "I don't need to talk about anything else." He forced himself to look away from Marcus, focusing instead on the map in front of him. "Just do what you promised and send your mages when I ask for them." His voice was dangerously low now, almost a snarl.
The captain didn't dare raise his eyes again as he fought to control his rage. This meeting had been nothing but a disaster from the start; he should have known better than to think Marcus would be civil about anything. Now they were both more worked up than ever before, and tensions between them were higher than ever.
"Fine," Marcus said listlessly, still looking at his scrolls. A snake slithered out of his sleeve, crawled across the table, up Brutus's arm, and gently coiled around his neck. "Whenever you want the mages, just tell the snake and I'll send them to you," he said without looking at the man.
Brutus froze as the snake slithered across the table and wrapped itself around his neck. His face went white with fury; his fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his palms, drawing beads of blood. Taking a deep breath, he slowly exhaled, forcing himself to calm down. "Very well," he growled through gritted teeth. "I'll send for your mages when I need them." His gaze never wavered from the snake as it coiled around his neck, its presence a constant reminder of Marcus's power and control over him. Even now, he was forced to acknowledge that they were in this together... for better or worse.
Marcus glanced sideways at Brutus, analyzing his experiences. He raised an eyebrow slightly. "Are you afraid of snakes?" he asked casually, without accusations or assumptions. He snapped his fingers and the snake transformed into a raven, which perched on Brutus's shoulder. "Better?... or would you prefer something more adorable?" he said, returning his attention to his scrolls.
Brutus glowered at the raven perched on his shoulder, feeling its sharp talons dig into his skin through the fabric of his tunic. "I'm not afraid," he growled through clenched teeth, "but I don't need your pets." The knight forced himself to relax against his chair, refusing to give Marcus the satisfaction of seeing him unnerved.
Despite his words, Brutus couldn't deny that the raven was an unwelcome presence; another sign of Marcus's dominance and control over him. He had hoped for a chance to regain some measure of their former respect for one another after last night's incident, but it seemed that would not be the case.
Now all they could do was try to work together, despite their personal feelings, and hope that they could save their kingdom from whatever threat lay ahead. It was going to be a long, difficult road filled with more battles both physical and emotional; Brutus only prayed they would make it through unscathed.
"It's not a pet," Marcus said without looking at the other man. He snapped his fingers again, and the raven transformed back into a snake, which coiled carefully around Brutus's neck. "It's a messenger, and as I told you, when you need my wizards, just ask the snake," he said casually, his attention on his scrolls.
"I understand that," Brutus growled through gritted teeth, the snake's presence still unnerving him despite his efforts to remain calm. He forced himself to focus on the map in front of him and their strategy, determined not to let Marcus get under his skin any further. "Just... keep it off me."
The captain took a deep breath, slowly exhaling as he tried to ignore the sensation of the snake slithering across his neck. This was going to be a long day indeed.
The snake withdrew from Brutus's neck and settled on his shoulder, coiling itself up with its head bowed, looking somewhat forlorn. Marcus glanced at the man and crossed his arms. "You just have to ask her nicely, and she'll do it," he said, raising an eyebrow. "She just likes the warmth of your body," he added, slightly annoyed. He looked away from Brutus and returned to his scrolls. "Anyway... we've already discussed the plan, now go do your job..."
Brutus glowered at Marcus before turning his attention back to the map in front of him. He knew that they needed to work together if there was even a chance of succeeding against whatever threats lay ahead. The knight captain took a deep breath, willing himself to ignore the snake on his shoulder and focus only on their objective. "I'll see to it," he growled through gritted teeth. "Just make sure your mages are ready when I call for them."
The tension in the room remained high as they continued discussing strategy, both men unwilling - or perhaps unable - to forgive and forget their recent altercation. For now, however, they would put aside their personal differences and focus on what mattered most: the safety of their kingdom.
The snake withdrew from Brutus's neck and settled on his shoulder, coiling itself up with its head bowed, looking somewhat forlorn. Marcus glanced at the man and crossed his arms. "You just have to ask her nicely, and she'll do it," he said, raising an eyebrow. "She just likes the warmth of your body," he added, slightly annoyed. He looked away from Brutus and returned to his scrolls. "Anyway... we've already discussed the plan, now go do your job..."
Brutus took another deep breath, clenching his fists at his sides as he fought to keep his temper in check. "I'm going," he growled through gritted teeth. "Just remember your part of the deal." He didn't wait for a reply before turning on his heel and stalking from the room, leaving Marcus alone with his maps and magical pets. The tension between them hung in the air like a thick fog, making it difficult to breathe and even harder to forget what had transpired earlier that day.
As Brutus made his way through the castle corridors toward the barracks where his soldiers were stationed, he couldn't help but wonder how things between him and Marcus would ever go back to the way they used to be. Maybe they never would; perhaps this was just the beginning of a new era in their relationship, one defined by mistrust and resentment. The thought alone filled Brutus with an unfamiliar sort of dread.
Brutus paused outside the barracks, taking a moment to collect himself before entering the familiar chaos within. The knight captain needed to focus on their upcoming battle and forget about his personal issues with Marcus; for the sake of their kingdom, he had to set aside his anger and pride. As he entered the dimly lit room filled with snoring men, Brutus steeled himself for the task ahead, determined to keep his thoughts on the greater good despite the raging storm within him.
"Rise and shine, boys!" Brutus shouted, clapping his hands loudly as he began pacing around the room. "We've got a big battle coming our way, and we need to be ready for anything!" The men groaned and stretched, rolling out of their blankets and beginning to rub the sleep from their eyes. As they sat up and took notice of Brutus, he could see doubt and unease mirrored in their expressions; they knew as well as he did that things weren't as simple as being better prepared.
"Listen up," he continued, "I need each and every one of you to put aside your fears and doubts for now. We're going to face this together, as a team, and we will emerge victorious." He paused, studying their faces, searching for any sign that his words were sinking in. Maybe they would listen; maybe they wouldn't. But he had to try.
"Get your gear ready," Brutus ordered, "and meet me back here in an hour." With a nod, the soldiers scattered throughout the room, obeying their captain's commands. As he watched them go, a weight settled into his stomach; the burden of leadership was heavy, and it seemed to grow heavier by the day. But he couldn't let them
"Rise and shine, boys!" Brutus shouted, clapping his hands loudly as he began pacing around the room. "We've got a big battle coming our way, and we need to be ready for anything!" The men groaned and stretched, rolling out of their blankets and beginning to rub the sleep from their eyes. As they sat up and took notice of Brutus, he could see doubt and unease mirrored in their expressions; they knew as well as he did that things weren't as simple as being better prepared.
"Listen up," he continued, "I need each and every one of you to put aside your fears and doubts for now. We're going to face this together, as a team, and we will emerge victorious." He paused, studying their faces, searching for any sign that his words were sinking in. Maybe they would listen; maybe they wouldn't. But he had to try.
"Get your gear ready," Brutus ordered, "and meet me back here in an hour." With a nod, the soldiers scattered throughout the room, obeying their captain's commands. As he watched them go, a weight settled into his stomach; the burden of leadership was heavy, and it seemed to grow heavier by the day. But he couldn't let them see his doubts or fears. He had to be strong for them, lead them through this darkness into the light of victory. Even if it meant burying his own heartbreak in the process.
As he turned to leave, a small voice called out, "Captain?" Brutus looked over his shoulder. It was one of the new recruits, still half-asleep and blinking owlishly in the dim light. "Is... is everything going to be all right?"
Brutus forced a reassuring smile. "Yes, lad," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "Everything's going to be fine. We've just got some preparations to make, that's all." He clapped the recruit on the shoulder and gave him a nod before continuing down the hallway toward his own quarters. There was still much work to be done; he couldn't afford the luxury of brooding over Marcus or his own mistakes.
His thoughts turned back to their plan of defense as he made his way through the castle, examining potential weak spots and considering how best to utilize their limited resources. For now, all that mattered was keeping the kingdom safe, no matter the cost. Perhaps when the battle was over, he could find some peace amidst the rubble... if there was anything left worth saving.
"You're exaggerating a bit... they're just a bunch of bandits." Marcus said sleepily, appearing from around a corner in the hallway in front of Brutus. "It's not a war..." he said, shrugging.
"They may not be an entire army, but they could still cause a lot of damage if we're not prepared." Brutus countered as he continued walking towards his quarters, a slight frown on his face. "Besides, our men need to stay sharp. You never know what could happen in battle." He paused, looking at Marcus out of the corner of his eye. "I just want us all to be ready, that's all."
Marcus shrugged again and turned away. "Whatever you say, big guy..." he said with a yawn, walking to his quarters, leaving Brutus behind.
Brutus shook his head, sighing inwardly as he watched Marcus go. It was like talking to a wall sometimes; the man just didn't understand how important it was for them all to be on the same page. But he knew he couldn't force Marcus to see things his way, not when they had already fought about so much else.
Soon enough, Brutus found himself in his quarters, collapsing onto his bed with a sigh. Despite the exhaustion weighing down on him, sleep eluded him; he was too keyed up after their argument earlier, and now worried about whether or not Marcus would follow through with his promise to send mages when needed.
The snake Marcus had recently given Brutus slithered down from his shoulder, along his arm, and onto the bed, settling on one of the pillows, staring intently at him. It sought nothing, only to serve as a reminder to Brutus of Marcus's words.
Brutus felt his eyes narrow as he glared at the snake sitting on his pillow. It seemed to be watching him with an unnerving intensity, almost daring him to do something about it. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to relax despite the animal's presence. Finally, after several more long moments, he managed to close his eyes and fall into a fitful sleep.
The snake remained where it was, its cold, reptilian gaze fixed on the back of Brutus's head. The animal seemed content for now; perhaps it sensed that Brutus wasn't going to cause any trouble while he slept. Or perhaps it was just biding its time until Brutus made another mistake. Only Marcus knew what the snake truly thought, and he had no intention of telling anyone else.
Sleep was fitful at best; his dreams filled with images of battle and betrayal. It seemed like every time he closed his eyes, Marcus was there, smirking at him, making everything worse. He longed for the days when they had been friends, before all this tension had built up between them. But those days were gone now, lost to the weight of their words and actions.
When he finally opened his eyes again, blinking away the last remnants of sleep, it took a moment for him to remember where he was. He glanced around, spotting the snake on his pillow almost instantly. With a growl of annoyance, he threw off his blankets and climbed out of bed, turning his back on the animal as he began to dress.
As he fastened the last buttons on his tunic, Brutus couldn't help but wonder how things had gotten so bad between them. Once upon a time, Marcus had been one of his closest allies; now they were barely able to tolerate each other's presence. It made him sad in a way he hadn't expected, but there was nothing he could do about it now. The damage was done, and they would just have to find a way to work together despite their differences, at least for the sake of their kingdom.
With one final glance in the snake's direction, Brutus turned and left his quarters, determined not to let Marcus or any of his little pets bother him again today. The day ahead was going to be difficult enough as it was; he didn't need any more distractions.