"Why aren't you in there?" Lyssara asked as she saw Jarren's figure still in bed. "Why? They've got it covered but you could be my spokesperson should you want." Lyssara turned down his deal as she took a seat next to him. She admired his features, his eased brows, obsidian eyes and laid back hair before moving to his lips.
Her mind went back to that day that her mind refused to let her forget. "What? Want to do it right now?" His taunt didn't faze her as she kept on taking his stance. "You slept with Callista, didn't you?" A question met with a grumble affirming her suspicion. "I was wondering back then, why were you so.... merciless to Diana. After all she doesn't need to deserve what she faces."
Jarren turned to the side facing away from Lyssara. "For that my dear you would have to ask Clomere. You can go and walk her here if you want." Lyssara hesitated as her fingers dug into her palms. "I was thinking maybe about that promise..." His head turned back to face her.
"What is it that you wish? For the death of Clomere I'm guessing." Her response a slow nod however another thought now crept into her mind. 'I can request for their deaths?' She couldn't help but wonder however with more thought, she knew that she would have to barter something of value for such a deal.
"Well what is it?" Her eyes darted to the side, her cheeks turning red as she bit her lower lip. "I wanted to make love with you. Not as a request but rather a demand." Jarren finally bothered to open his eyes, his sleepy haze melting away in an instant. "It would look like you've been talking way too much to Callista."
Lyssara didn't bother protesting as she watched his figure rise. Now towering over her, he closed the distance between the two. "What exactly is driving you to make this decision? After all after last time I would take it that you hated me. Or at the very least loathed every single one of us." She had come to learn his means of speaking and yet there was no pleasure in it.
She knew that he could change it in an instant making her efforts futile. 'Why do you have to make me wonder what you are?' She grit her teeth as she cursed. "It's rather natural to question the unknown Lyssara, after all you never know what you might get from it." His tone turning low as he crouched to her level.
"So do you wish to take the gander or leave now?" His hands rested on her laps, light pinches began to mark her skin red. "I...want to go through with this. I want to know how gentle you can get." Jarren's eyes narrowed hearing this followed with a chuckle.
"Gentle? What exactly do you see as gentle within me?" His head turned in intrigue, his hands now growing bolder. She met his gaze, ready to face the monster that lurked beneath the flesh. "Your silence. I once thought that it was maddening but now it's charming. Seductive I might say." For the horror, her means of courtship came off as a joke to him.
"Really? Then it would seem that you've been listening way too much for your own good." Jarren's eyes went to the black skirt and red blouse she wore. With her crimson eyes, she found it far more dazzling than before. "To learn, you have to embrace what's hard." His hands froze, assessing her words before falling to his knees.
"Very well Lyssara, please do let me know when you wish to cease. I'm a patient and understanding being." His fingers went beneath her skirt before reaching her hips. 'She's not wearing anything underneath, how shameless of her.' Aware of who she learnt it from, her went on with his advances.
Her body began to shiver from excitement and fear. Still, she was hesitant of letting a monster like Jarren to be so intimate with her and yet here she found herself. 'What am I doing?!' She found asking herself as Jarren eyed her slit, a playful smile forming on his lips. He moved her closer which took her by surprise before the wave hit her.
Erotic and mind numbing moans began to fill the room, her hands now resting on his head as he began to tease her slit. Her figure would momentarily shiver from the drive, her legs now locking Jarren in place as she began to fall back onto her seat and letting Jarren take over.
"Anhhh ~~Nggh~~" Her moans drove Jarren to do her bidding as her mind began to blur the lines of logic and pleasure all together. "Don't stop~~"Her request met with her fulfillment as Jarren finally drove his tongue into her pussy. "Mmmnnhh~~~" Her mind could barely take it, her legs shivering as Jarren savored her crumbling composure which was slowly replaced with pleasure.
He went on, relentless with his game as she went into a spiral of bliss till she finally reached her zenith. "I'm about to cummm~~" Her declaration followed with a shower of fluids that covered Jarren lips. He didn't seem bothered as his smile persisted.
"I'll be going now." Her coughs filling the silence as she straightened her attire and took her leave. A thought was what it took to cleanse himself of her liquids, intrigued and baffled with her decisions however he didn't give chase. Before he could crash back, another knock caught his attention.
"We need your presence in the main room." Floraison pleaded as her gaze turned playful. "Of course, I'll be there in a minute." Now in his room, she leaned on the door frame analyzing the scene. "I guess Lyssara couldn't help herself." She chuckled as Jarren switched clothes.
"I can't blame her, after all she's been rather busy in the game. It's only natural for her to yearn for a form of release." His hand coupled with hers as he stole a kiss. "After all I'm sure that she's not the only one." Floraison's smile stretched wider as she leaned in for a kiss he embraced.
"Maybe a bit more yearning you are. Quite shameless of you, my dear." The air shifted into something far more familiar. "You know that we don't have to be there. After all what's a few minutes that we could spare." Floraison's hands began to roam his body, bringing him closer to her. His response was equal.
"I'll please you to your ends however we have a meeting to get to." Another kiss followed before the two left the room and made their way to the throne room.
...
A guard stood mindless watching their approaching figures. Opening the doors, the figures of others came to be. Jarren sat to the side, Magdalene taking the main seat at the end of the table. Her eyes narrowed seeing the pair, her senses suggested more than what they shared as Floraison took a seat next to Jarren.
"I was wondering when the two of you would get here." Crimson sighed, her palm supporting her head as her focus went to Floraison. "I got him as planned. He was busy with Lyssara. Didn't think that she would ever take the initiative." Crimson's eyes went to Callista, the silence that followed seemed to divulge everything.
"Don't blame me Crimson again. After all if she wants a piece of him then she'll have to make a move or be left in the dust." Her words unabashed that the rest had grown used to. "You can't be so casual with guests Callista." Clomere said, her tone flat as she locked eyes with Jarren.
"And dear if you have to be playful during the meeting, please make it subtle." Jarren didn't speak, his words in his eyes before raising a leg towards Clomere that caught her off guard. "Not on me! Do it to Floraison." Before Floraison could fend off Clomere's words, the doors opened once more revealing the acclaimed guests.
The first was Dame Isolde who as expected was extremely wary of the sets of eyes that landed on her figure. However her interest landed on Callista who flashed a knowing grin. 'I should have killed you back then.' A regret that kept gnawing on her during her dreams. As soon as she sat down, another figure walked in being the king of Calledra.
His gaze drifted over the harem of women before landing on Magdalene. And for Thargrim being last took his seat with his attention focused on Jarren. Unlike the rest, the banality that he wore made his guard rise unlike the rest. "I take it that everyone's here." Crimson stated as she rose to her feet.
In her hands documents flashed and without a word began to distribute it to the three before making her way back to her seat. "What?!" Thargrim was the one who shot up in frustration. "I can't do this." Isolde watched his outburst, wondering what he was proposed to lash out.
As for the king of Calledra, Luthor Veyne, he found the terms offered to be reasonable while Isolde found it too good to be true. "I'm sorry but I'm not sure that I can follow through with this." Thargrim stated, his short stature mimicked by Callista as she made a squishing gesture with her fingers.
"And why is that?" Clomere stated flatly, her frustration creeping in. "It's just that giving you one of my daughters is way too much. However I'm sure if this is about the mithrilline then we could come to some form of agreement." Crimson and Clomere glanced at each other, the air of professionalism thick between the pair.
"Thargrim, you of all people know the situation you are in at the moment. Rejection would be tantamonoius to suicide. For you and those you care about." Thargrim grit his teeth, aware that he would be sacrificing one of his kin to the pack of wolves that stared at his every movement. "Fine, I'll comply." It wasn't that the terms were lackluster but what he had to give in was too much for him.
'I hope that you can forgive me.' He cried inwardly as he was met with Callista's feral grin. 'I told you that we would get another toy to sink our teeth into. And this one won't be all bad either unlike Brose.' Clomere didn't bother with a response at her stage, Crimson however sighed it off. 'I wonder how you'll survive your bet with Clomere when the time comes.'
Their conversation audible to her and Callista. "Well if you have nothing else wrong then please get on with the papers." Clomere's words making the three pairs of eyes turn mildly skeptical. So far they had yet to know who the real puppeteer of the stage was. Magdalene, the proclaimed queen had yet to say a word as well as Floraison and Jarren.
"What's the matter Isolde, I'll make sure that the little kingdom of scarps you hold dear will get to see another day. I'm a benevolent lady after all." Callista spoke, the air between her and Isolde thickening. "I should have killed you when I had the chance." She boldly declared. "And what stopped you? That joke of a king that claimed their life?"
Isolde's face darkened hearing this, Luther and Thargrim unsure of what would have driven her to say such words at a time like then. "Oh right, it had to do with that bitch of a daughter Diana right? I can now see Clomere's fascination with her." It wasn't just Isolde but Clomere as well who was tired of Callista's rant.
"Callista, if you have nothing else to say then you can leave. No one's stopping you." The air fell silent as all eyes landed on her figure. "Fine and fuck off Clomere!" She snarled, rising to he feet and leaving the room. Isolde's attention seemed to shift towards Clomere now aware of who was in custody of Diana. "And as for you Dame Isolde, don't bother with bargains, or should you wish to be a husk yourself."
Her chilling words daring, waiting for her to step out of line to make a move. Aware of the situation as some sense came over her, she grit her teeth. "I'm so sorry about my subordinates, they really do need to learn to behave themselves." Magdalene finally bothered to speak, her tone soft and alluring that contrasted the heated debates.
Her innocent smile however stiffened the atmosphere, it came off as it was, too perfect.