The air in Alex's fortress was heavy, laden with the scent of damp earth and freshly cut firewood, a fragrance he himself had imposed on the barren lands that were once his curse. An illegitimate son of the duchy, he had been banished to this forgotten corner of the kingdom, a place of rocks and freezing winds where nothing grew. But Alex, with a will as ironclad as the stone he had mastered, had transformed it. Irrigation canals crisscrossed fields that now grew golden with wheat, and the forests teemed with game. His power was a tangible fact, as real as the walls that rose against the sky.
Meanwhile, in the guest room, his younger brother, a twenty-year-old youth with the newly minted arrogance of nobility, waited. He had seated himself in the most luxurious armchair, but his body could not find rest. His fingers tapped impatiently on the carved wooden armrest, his eyes scanning the details of the room with a veiled critique. He was a prince in waiting, though his title was nothing more than an echo of Alex's.
The heavy door opened soundlessly, and Alex entered. He wore no armor, only a dark tunic that clung to his athletic torso, a reminder that his strength did not depend on steel. His brother jumped up, a fake smile painted on his face.
—Alex. I have arrived as you promised.
—I know —Alex said, his voice a flat bass that invited no pleasantries—. Follow me.
He guided him through silent corridors to his private quarters. There, by the crackling fireplace, was his wife. She was a woman of serene beauty, with skin like milk and dark hair gathered in a complex braid. She wore a crimson silk dress that clung to her curves with a modesty that only enhanced her form. Her eyes met Alex's for an instant, a silent look of submission.
Alex stopped beside her and placed a hand on her shoulder. He looked at his brother.
—This is my wife —he said, as if presenting a piece of furniture—. From this moment on, she is yours. Do with her what you want.
The brother froze. The smile froze on his face, his eyes widening, looking first at Alex and then at the woman, who remained motionless, her gaze lowered. The silence stretched out, dense and tense. Then, a slow, perverse understanding took hold of his face. The smile returned, but this time it was genuine, carnivorous.
—Really? —he whispered, his voice raspy with excitement.
Alex did not answer. He simply gestured with his head toward the door leading to the bedroom. The brother approached the woman, grabbed her by the wrist with a force that made her flinch slightly, and dragged her into the room. Alex was left alone in the lounge, staring into the fire, expressionless.
Before long, the sounds began to be heard. First, the rustle of silk falling to the floor. Then, a muffled moan, not of pleasure, but of surprise. And then, the rhythmic and shameful creaking of the bed. The sound of bodies uniting. One could hear the wet splashing of his brother's cock entering his wife's cunt with an insulting impudence, a dull, repeated thud that resonated in the silence of the room. Each thrust was an affront, and Alex listened to it with the calmness of a geometrician observing a proof.
It was then that the main door of the fortress flew open. In walked the commander of his personal guard, a woman named Valeria, whose body was a map of muscles and scars. Her leather and metal armor creaked with every purposeful step. Her hair was cropped buzz-cut short, and her dark eyes burned with contained fury.
—My lord —she said, her voice a contained thunder—. What is the meaning of this? What is your brother doing... with my lord's wife?
Alex turned slowly. His gaze was colder than steel.
—It means he is doing as he pleases. As is his right.
—It is a humiliation! —Valeria roared, her fists clenched at her sides—. An affront to your honor and to that of this entire house!
Alex's face hardened. —Your honor is what I dictate. Your loyalty is being tested now, Valeria. And it seems you lack it. Go to my brother's bed. Obey him in everything he asks of you.
The commander was left speechless, her face turning from fury to absolute and utter horror. —My lord... no...
—Go! —Alex's command was a whip—. And do not question me again.
With a rigid body and a shrinking soul, Valeria walked toward the bedroom. Upon entering, the smell of sex and sweat hit her like a wall. His brother was on top of Alex's wife, moving with an animal vigor. The woman lay passive, her gaze lost in the canopy. The brother turned, a filthy smile on his face, upon seeing Valeria.
—Ah, the loyal commander —he said, without breaking his rhythm—. Come here. I've heard you are very disciplined. Let's put that discipline to the test.
He forced her to kneel beside the bed. With one hand, he grabbed her buzzed hair and pushed her head toward his cock, still wet and erect. —Suck it. All night long.
With disgust, Valeria opened her mouth and took him in. The taste was salty, the texture alive and offensive. The brother groaned, looking down at her, enjoying his power. Then, he called out to a servant waiting outside. —You. Fuck the commander. Now.
The servant, a scrawny, nervous man, approached. Valeria remained on her knees, with the brother's cock in her mouth, while the servant lifted the skirt of her armor and penetrated her from behind. The brother leaned back, watching the scene, and began to masturbate slowly. The spectacle of his power, of the humiliation of that strong woman, excited him more than anything.
But it was not enough. —Bring me a soldier —he ordered—. One of the lowest.
A soldier entered, shorter than Valeria, his face weathered by the sun and battle. The brother pointed to the commander. —Her. Take her. I want to watch.
The soldier, without a word, undone his trousers. Valeria, her body trembling with anger and shame, got down on all fours on the bed. The soldier knelt behind her and penetrated her in a single thrust, making her let out a grunt. The brother stepped closer, his cock in his hand, and looked at the point of union. The commander's big, muscular ass, tight and firm, contracted with each thrust from the shorter soldier. It was a vision of power and submission.
—Yes, like that —the brother whispered, touching Valeria's ass, squeezing the firm flesh—. Look at me. Look at me while he fucks you.
Alex's wife, freed for a moment, approached by the brother's order and began to masturbate him with her soft, expert hand. The brother closed his eyes, enjoying the double pleasure: the hand of the woman who belonged to him and the sight of his powerful commander being used like a simple piece of meat.
—Harder —he roared at the soldier—. Make her squirt.
The soldier obeyed, increasing the speed and force of his blows. Valeria cried out, a sound that was half pain, half forced pleasure. Suddenly, her body tensed in an impossible arch and streams of hot liquid shot out of her cunt, soaking the sheets and the soldier's thighs. The brother groaned, his own ejaculation exploding over the hand of Alex's wife, while his fingers sank into the tight, muscular ass of the commander, enjoying the total triumph.