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.

Brutus grunted as he pounded into the servant beneath him, his hands gripping tightly to the male's hips. "Fuck," he growled out as another orgasm rolled over him, sending his release down the servant's throat and into his belly. A moment later he pulled free and wiped at his now-spent cock with a sigh before answering in a curt tone, still panting hard from the exertion of sex and the force of the orgasm he'd just had."You can discuss whatever you want while I do this. I don't need to stop because of you."

Brutus turned away slightly so that his back was towards Akankshaa Mohanty , giving him a clear view of the pleasure servants and their masters on the bed and floor around them, as well as the activity going on behind another curtain that shielded part of the room from view. "Now, hurry up with what you want to say. I've got more whores to fuck."

Brutus growled out lowly as he was brought into the meeting room where they could discuss whatever it was that Akankshaa Mohanty wanted to talk about. He glanced down at himself and then looked back up with a sigh, knowing there wouldn't be any chance of him slipping away or hiding what had just happened for long, but at least he wasn't entirely exposed here in this room. "Alright," he grumbled as he took his seat across from the mage, hands clasped together on the tabletop between them. "What do you want to talk about?" He asked, his voice still rough with lust and irritation.

Brutus crossed his arms over his chest and leveled a glare at the mage. "What is it that you want? To tell me what I should be doing better?" he sneered. "I've been here longer, I know how things work. You're just some bookworm with a fancy title." His voice was cold and dismissive as he looked away, studying the map on the table nearby.

"Fuck you," he spat as the magic holding him aloft kept him hovering upside down. "Let me go." There was a sliver of fear and uncertainty in his voice that he didn't quite like, but it was hard to ignore when someone had complete control over your body like this. His arms flailed uselessly in the air as he struggled against the unseen bonds keeping him aloft. "You're just a fucking magic-flinging bookworm who thinks you know everything!"

Brutus snorted derisively, still struggling against the invisible bonds holding him aloft. "Alright, fine," he growled out through gritted teeth. "You want respect? Then show me some fucking proof that your 'better plans' are worth a damn." His gaze drifted back to the map on the table as he waited for Akankshaa Mohanty to reply, already dreading what she might say. Deep down, part of him knew that she was right and that his arrogance was only going to get them all killed one day. But another part refused to admit it, preferring to believe in the strength of their swords and his own brute force.

"I'm not going to argue with you anymore." He growled as he hovered there. "Let me down now." The words were forced through clenched teeth and spoken roughly, betraying the anger and frustration that churned within him. Part of him wanted to lash out at her, but another part knew better than to provoke her further.

"Fine." She said as she released the magic holding him up allowing him to fall down with a loud thud on the table. "You're dismissed." She turned away from him focusing on her notes while pretending he was no longer there, leaving Brutus feeling both angry and humiliated at the same time.

"Fine." He grunted, rubbing at his wrist where the magic had held him up. "Whatever." Sighing heavily, he stood up and walked over to one of the curtains, yanking it open to reveal a hidden room beyond. It was empty save for several large crates piled haphazardly against one wall. His eyes narrowed as an idea began to form in his mind. With a grin that didn't quite reach his cold eyes, he started to rummage through the crates.

"What do you think you're doing?" Akankshaa Mohanty snapped, her attention finally snagging on what Brutus was up to. "Those are supplies for the army!"

Brutus glanced over his shoulder at her, the grin growing wider. "They don't seem that important if you're willing to waste magic keeping me tied up instead of using it to protect them." He tossed aside another crate as he continued rummaging through the pile. "And I'm sure we can find some other way to make sure they stay safe."

"Suit yourself." Brutus shrugged as he continued to go through the crates, his fingers brushing against something hard and metallic. He pulled it out, revealing a shiny dagger with a jeweled handle. "But don't come crying to me when everything goes wrong." His voice was cold and mocking as he turned back to her with a cruel smile on his lips.

Brutus's eyes widened in shock as he felt something hard and unfamiliar plunge into his ass. He gasped out loud, struggling against the intrusion but unable to remove it. His face flushed crimson with shame and anger as he glared at Akankshaa Mohanty across the room. "You little bitch!" he snarled through gritted teeth. "How dare you do this to me?!"

His struggles only served to make the intrusion deeper, and soon enough his entire body was wracked with spasms of pleasure/pain as he adjusted to the size and shape of the anal plug inside him. He glared at her across the room, fire in his eyes, as she smirked back unapologetically. "Fuck you!" he growled through clenched teeth, unable to keep himself from arching his back involuntarily as another wave of pleasure washed over him.

"You're insane!" He spat out through gritted teeth, his face red with shame and fury as he struggled against the pleasure that was building within him. "Get it out of me!" But even as he spoke the words, a part of him knew there was no way he could manage it without her help. And with every movement, every thrust into one of his pleasure servants or pump from a worker beneath him, the plug only seemed to burrow deeper inside him, sending ripples of sensation through his body that left him helpless against its power.

As much as he hated admitting it, there was no denying that he'd never experienced anything quite like this before, and a small part of him wondered what else Akankshaa Mohanty might be capable of... and if maybe there was something to her way of thinking after all.

I'll...think about it, you magic crazed pervert. You better get that thing out of me before anyone else sees it. Or else...he grunted as the pleasure forced a moan from his throat and sent another shudder through his body. Damn you, woman. He thought, unable to keep the grudging admiration from coloring his inner monologue.

Between clenched teeth and labored breaths, Brutus growled out angrily, "Shut up. Just...take it out." His fingers dug into the pleasure servant beneath him, seeking any purchase that might help him forget about the mage's taunts and the unwelcome intrusion in his ass. But as much as he tried to focus on anything else but the plug and the growing ache between his legs, it seemed impossible; Akankshaa Mohanty 's words and presence loomed large in his mind like an ominous shadow, taunting him with possibilities and questions that he wasn't sure he wanted answered.

With every thrust and pump into or from the willing bodies around him, the anal plug seemed to dig deeper still, sending shockwaves of pleasure-pain through Brutus that threatened to reduce him to a mindless, quivering mass on the spot. It was only by sheer force of will that he managed to maintain some semblance of control; but even then, it was clear that his defenses were weakening with every passing moment, and soon enough...who knew what might happen then? The thought both terrified and excited him in equal measure.

With an angry grunt, Brutus closed his eyes and forced himself to focus on something - anything else. He imagined battlefields, strategies, enemies he'd crushed beneath his boot... Anything to keep the growing ache in his ass from taking over his thoughts completely. But with every thrust that sent the plug deeper still, it seemed harder and harder to think about anything but her and the power she held over him at that moment. And as much as he hated admitting it, there was something oddly arousing about being so completely dominated...

The more he struggled against it, the deeper it went. And with each thrust and moan around him, the more his body craved release. He was losing control - to her magic, to the sensations wracking through him. Maybe...maybe there was something to what she'd been saying all along. Or perhaps this was just part of her plan; another way to weaken and manipulate him.

With a silent curse, he gave in, finally accepting that he couldn't fight against her any longer. He surrendered to the pleasure-pain filling every inch of his being and let himself fall into its embrace, moaning her name as the plug stretched him to his limits and beyond. It was only when the tightness around him began to lessen that he realized she'd released him, allowing him to focus on what truly mattered: defending their kingdom from whatever threats lay ahead.

With a shaky breath, Brutus climbed to his feet, feeling exposed and vulnerable without the plug in place. He glanced over at Akankshaa Mohanty as she busied herself with her notes once more. There was a strange look in her eye, one that made him wonder if perhaps he'd seen too much...or not enough. For now, however, it seemed best to let the matter rest and focus on their duty as protectors of the realm.

"You are strong," she said softly without looking up from her work. "But we must remember that our strength lies in unity, not division." Her words were cold, but there was an unspoken apology buried within them, one that Brutus suspected he'd be thinking about for a long time to come.

He nodded silently in agreement, his expression still unreadable. "Aye." It was the only word he could muster as the memories of what she'd done to him slammed into his consciousness once more. The physical sensations faded quickly, but the emotional aftermath lingered, leaving him feeling raw and exposed in ways he couldn't quite comprehend. He shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, wondering how they could possibly move forward together now that she knew just how much control she had over him...and how much it had turned her on.

"I'll...think about it," he growled finally, still unable to look at her directly. "Just remember that I am the general here, and you are merely a magic-flinging bookworm who needs my protection." The words stung even as they left his mouth, but he couldn't help but feel a small measure of satisfaction in throwing them back at her. It was better than admitting the truth, which was that she had the power to make him bend to her will and enjoy every moment of it.

He turned away from her then, unable to look upon her face any longer, and strode toward the map room to resume planning for whatever battles lay ahead. The air between them seemed charged with tension, an electric current that threatened to spark into something more dangerous at any moment...and Brutus wasn't sure he was ready for what might happen if it did.

Brutus grunted in annoyance as he heard Akankshaa Mohanty 's words. He quickly glanced over the copy of the plan she'd left for him and noticed that it seemed to have taken into account many of his own suggestions. Even more annoyingly, it appeared to be quite sound strategy. The bastard woman had actually listened to what he'd said...which meant that he now had no choice but to admit that she might know what she was talking about. Damn her. He growled under his breath as he rubbed at his temple, trying to think of a way out of this mess without having to admit it to himself or anyone else. Finally, with a sigh, he conceded defeat for the moment and prepared for their meeting later that day...

Ah, the favored liquor. Of course she'd mention that. Brutus snorted as he imagined her strutting into the palace like some sort of conquering heroine, with everyone bowing down to her every whim. Well, that wasn't going to happen. Not on his watch. As they prepared for their meeting later that day, he would just have to make sure that she knew who was really in charge here...even if a part of him wondered if perhaps it might be better to admit that she had a point. Damn it all.

With a deep breath, Brutus pushed the troubling thoughts aside and focused on the task at hand: devising a strategy that would ensure their victory against whatever threats lay ahead while still maintaining his dominance over the situation...and Akankshaa Mohanty . It was going to be quite the balancing act.

The day passed slowly, each moment stretched taut with anticipation as Brutus stewed over what he should say during their meeting. When the time finally came, he met her in the throne room and took his seat beside the King, trying not to let his discomfort show as she sat primly on the other side of the monarch.

"So," the King began casually, breaking the silence. "Akankshaa here has some interesting ideas about how we might approach our upcoming battles." He glanced between them before continuing with a knowing smile. "Why don't you explain them to Brutus here?"

Brutus scowled as he met her gaze across the table, unwilling to admit that she'd gotten under his skin over the past day. Still, there was no way he could let her take all the credit for their strategizing...no matter how much it might sting. "Well," he drawled