While his compatriots were training hard and growing stronger through their personal suffering, the one with the Hero class, Jonathan Adams, was not. While all of the heroes had certain privileges and perks, he had the greatest of them by far. He had the most luxurious chambers and his female servants were among the most beautiful. While the others trained hard, he was lazing around and partaking of the amenities the Castle provided.
He was lounging around on a bed of sorts which was more comfortable than any to be found on Earth. He had just finished chewing a pastry of sorts that one of the servant girls had given him when the door opened. As he looked up 3 beautiful servants of the Castle entered. Two of them held the looks and maturity of adult women, the third, who was between the other two still held the looks of a young teenager but was still no less beautiful in her own way compared to the other two.
She was tall for a woman, but was still easily dwarfed by most men. She had long curling tresses of pure silver that trailed down to her back. Her ears were slightly rounded, but still held a slight point evidencing her elven ancestry. As the three came in front of him, the two flanking the silver haired teen kneeled. The Hero’s eyes brightened as he gazed upon the silver haired teen and stood up. “Ahh welcome.” He said in greeting. “You are here because I could not get who I wanted to serve me to do that.”
He held up his hand and interrupted her as she opened her mouth to protest. “Ah, Ah, Ah. You see, I have not been merely indulging myself while my lesser compatriots train. I have discovered how much many in this Kingdom dislike Elves and those of their line.” He paused for a moment as the realization crossed her face. “Unless you want your sister to be revealed for what she is and expelled from the kingdom you will serve me, do you understand?” He raised his voice as she hesitated. “DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”
At his bellow the silver haired girl started shaking and nodded as she kneeled much like the other servants in the room were doing. Soon enough he approached closer to her and released himself from his pants. The girl tried to back away as he grabbed her head, before his grip tightened on her hair, causing her to wince. He brought her face closer to his groin and as she started he whimpered softly in pleasure and appreciation. “Good, Good.” Aside from wet sucking sounds, the only sound to be heard was the faint one of tears hitting the floor.
As the events were happening in The Heroes Chamber, another covert meeting was happening involving the Princess. Brutus had entrusted overseeing the mass Spar to his subordinate before he headed off to speak with the Princess. She was sitting at a desk, looking as ravishing as ever, though she was wearing rather informal clothes. That was not a problem, not between the two of them at any rate. She had been doing paperwork when he entered. He did not wait for her to speak or give him permission to do the same before he spoke, his normally deep voice taking on a growl.
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“Tell me, were you the one who gave that little punk of a Hero permission to take Her sister?” She moved her pink tresses out of the way as she glanced up at him. She then gave a sigh before she set aside what she had been working on. “Yes I did Brutus. Why? Not that your opinion would matter, but tell me why does it concern you so?” Brutus stared at her dumbfounded; he did not think she was that foolish. He raised one large palm to his face before he responded in earnest.
“It concerns me.” He growled “Because You gave one of the few people that this Kingdom’s most dangerous and fearsome Spy and assassin cares for to a little punk of a Hero, who will probably break her in some way. Do you know how stupid of a decision that was?” The Princess’ once serene and elegant gaze took on a harsher element as she responded. “I know that it was foolish, but I had no choice. I had to appease him somehow, he had asked for that Shadow dancer girl, but the deal has already been made with the Dragon Prince.”
His growl softened somewhat as he responded “Still why her? If anything happens, you know her sister will be able to cause problems. She was here when you tricked the object of your unrequited love into the dungeon below. She could cause-“ His response was broken off as a stinging pain erupted on the side of his face. The Princess had slapped him, she had stood up to do so and she glared at him. Her modest chest heaved at her labored breathing, an obvious product the frustration and anger she was feeling. “Don’t you dare mention him you Brute!!!”
As the discussion climaxed, if it could be called a discussion, Brutus’s frustration and desire overwhelmed him. His face still tingled from where she had slapped him. He forcibly grabbed her by the shoulders and dragged her over the desk. Uncaring for the injuries she occurred as she hit the desk, he cruelly crushed her lips against his. He wrapped one massive arm around her and lifted her without breaking their kiss. His free arm swept across the mostly bare desk knocking what little was on it off. He turned her around and pushed her onto the desk, which groaned with the force used.
He muttered a spell and his armor vanished, leaving him in only a pair of faded breeches and an equally faded tunic. He stepped out of his pants and hiked up her sundress revealing her nether regions in all their glory. During all this she was still fighting against him, but this was also arousing her, this was their mating ritual and had been since he found out the truth. He thrust his length into, uncaring for her groans of discomfort. Soon enough the room was filled with only the sounds of their pleasure and frenzied mating. Thankfully the office wards served more than one purpose.