Kane strides through the echoing corridors of the mansion, his presence acknowledged with a silent nod by the guards who have grown accustomed to his solitary passage when visiting Barabas' chambers.
Throughout the grand chambers, curtains billow languidly in the night breeze, a divine intercession offering respite from the oppressive heat that suffocates Pyrrhus.
A soothing warmth spreads across his back, a lingering echo of Saphina's tender ministrations.
A slow smile touches his lips as he savers the memory of her gentle hands soothing the aching bruises.
The scent of salt and a subtle undercurrent of sandalwood, unmistakable markers of Lady Frieda, clinged to her.
"So, when he is no longer interested in the girls he moves them to Lady Frieda's command", Kane deduces.
After all, in all of the mansion she had most of the Sandalwood perfumes to prove her caliber amongst the unruly people of Pyrrhus.
Kane for the first time in a while lets a genuine smile appear across his face. A sudden emotion fills his chest, it seems he had forgotten how to feel without realising it.
The more he copes in the madness of this world, the more he shapes into an image he never thought would be necessary or possible.
The crash of a plate is heard, suddenly mind comes into action as he gets closer to Barabas' chambers. Guards stand at both sides of the door. Saphina suddenly falls out of Barabas' chambers, halting Kane in his footing.
A Sith, Ashara, she is probably the youngest Sith amongst the flock.
Her black skin gleams under the torches' light. She walks forward stretching her hand to send bolts of red light at Saphina. She screams, agony, her only companion.
Master Barabas steps out of his chambers, watching as the elf gets tortured.
Kane gazes, fists clenched, his body feels hot with inward rage. The next movements he make becomes important as it may determine the fates this night.
"You are dismissed Ashara. I shall tend to Master Barabas myself", her voice echoes through his ears like a thunder shock.
Raven walks behind him, "Kane, come on in. You too Saphina", Barabas gestures and returns inside.
"Move", Raven's voice behind his ears send shivers through his spine. He walks, hands loosen as emotions are quenched like sand on fire.
Inside lord's Barabas' chambers he finds Emilia standing in front of his bed wearing loose clothings. Barabas gestures for them to join her while Raven stands at the door of the chambers.
Barabas makes his way to the soft crimson couch across the bed, a table in front with a tray of grape. He sits and relaxes his back against the soft foam, forehead covered in bandage and his usual calm ambience is broken.
"I once told you, you were tools but no, you are beneath that. You are animals", he says.
A frown forming on his face suddenly becomes a smile, "A special breed. Recently I have had to re-evaluate your importance to me and your keen ability to attract unwanted attention, it will lead to your deaths.
So, in my grace and wisdom I have decided to breed you.", he says and laughs, "You see, Saphina here is my favourite elf. I want to see what my most beautiful creatures can create".
"Master?", they stare confused, "Get these bitches pregnant, White… Death", Barabas says mockingly.
"Master, please…" before the words completely leaves his lips, he feels a blow to the sides of his gut and one hand smashing his face against the ground.
"When was the last time I felt like this? Right. Against that hooded man with the bloody red eyes", Kane thinks.
Raven steps on the side of his face, "Are you deaf, slave? When the master gives an order, you obey", she says coldly. A sudden sting bites behind his tongue, "I'm I clear?", he grunts but answers, "Yes".
Kane joins the ladies as they retreat toward the bed. He pulls his loincloth and dangles his third leg in an attempt to wake it up but his workforce remains weak.
"Get it on", Barabas shouts, voice sparked and hand squeezed upon the couch. "Apologies lord, my body seems to have no interest", Kane says.
They feel a light shockwave spread through the room. The bed vibrates and Barabas' eyes glow a bright red, "Your body better finds interest or it will soon find itself torn apart", Barabas fires back.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck", Kane cusses under his breath. What kind of situation has he found himself? How is he to find arousal in this situation?
"Let me help you", Saphina's words come out as a whisper.
She moves with hushed motion until her soft hands clam around his shaft. She massages it, stroking up and down his length three times before making it disappear into her mouth.
Her soft gaze faces up to meet his, he stands and she kneels.
He is lost in her eyes, matching his own in their colours, the warmth of her lips slowly signals his brain, preparation for the pleasures to come.
Emilia watches as she kneels beside them, the last time she saw his face like this was the second time he had her. The night he truly made her a woman under the orders of Lord Barabas.
Why did this slave have to do this? "Because Lord Barabas demands it", she tells herself. Brows furrowed as she carves a feeling strange feeling of the heart into her soul. She hates this new life.
"Why should another woman be touching him?", a question she asks herself, now and again.
Kane begins to feel the blood rush into his member. Saphina pulls back, she licks his semi-hard member and strokes it before returning it to the warmth of her mouth.
Emilia stands, her feet sinking a little into the mattress, she goes behind Kane and begins to kiss his neck while her hand swing to his chest to play with his nipple.
"Now you are talking", Barabas expresses his approval, he carries a little branch of grape and walks to the side of the bed where he gets a better view of the action. Eating and watching at his leisure. Letting his dirty mind indulge in its own strangeness.
Emilia plays with both nipples while she holds him tightly.
Pleasure and pain surge through Kane's body, the warmth of Saphina's mouth and the soft touch of Emilia's fingers. He feels her bosom against his scarred back, a soft surface against his still healing back. His mind focuses on her touch to push pain aside.
Kane's hand goes behind and pats its way towards Emilia's pubic region, he massages until he daps at the seal of her love-box. Rubbing and massaging until the first feel of moist is experienced. He slips a finger, although tight she has evidently become wider. He allows a second finger in.
"Yes", Barabas grunts with a smile.
Saphina's arms grab Kane's ass to force his hips to action, his shaft fully responding to the stimuli that pushes his body to action.
Saphina holds his hand and pulls him downward so that they lie on the bed. She spreads her legs and holds his shaft, she rubs it at the slit of her region, prying its mouth open and its juices flowing. With instructive hand, he slips in. Warmth like no other, they instinctively lock into kisses.
Tongue playing with tongue while hips sways up and down. Emilia kneels beside them, watching as Saphina's hands touch his back, scars that she alone should trace.
Kane begins to ram her, locking eyes with Saphina, keeping present in the moment. He soon forgets the faults of his master as he sinks into the pleasures of her juices. Slipping in and out with a good rhythm, raising his momentum with each thrust.
Emilia dips her fingers into her vagina. Sliding it in and out while pressing her own nipple. Her eyes watch his ass constrict as he hammers against Saphina's body.
Emilia pushes Kane off Saphina, letting him lie on his back, she sits on him. Hand searching, she finds his rod behind her ass and raises herself up so it fits in the right spot.
She slips it and he groans, "Fuck", clearly he feels the difference between the two women. Emilia sits on him with arc, bouncing forward and backward with diagonal rhythm. Rocking her hips against his, her hands rest on his chest for support.
"Yes", Barabas drops his fruit and extends his hand into his trousers, stroking his cock while his eyes feast on the unholy sight.