The Emperor's Pleasure

[Darkness Falls]

Phallar

At the sound of the soft knock upon his door, Phallar, his eyes fixed upon his report, snaps out “Enter”

As the slave enters, she kneels before the imposing form of the tall man, and places her forehead upon the ground. The teacher lifts his gaze, and stares at her “Yes?”

Fear evident in her voice, the young slave woman answers “Master Tallon says he will see you sir”

Phallar immediately lowers his quill, and rises from his seated position. He moves quickly to the door, but before he reaches it, he glances back at the slave “Wait for me, I shall return directly” And saying that, he exits the room.

Blonde hair streaming down his back and his cloak fluttering softly, the former solder moves with feline grace through the various passages. Reaching Tallon’s door, he halts, and allows himself time to compose his thoughts and visage. Ice blue eyes blank of expression, the teacher knocks with callused knuckles upon the door.

 

[impish_pixie]

Farsiris

She hears Tallon slam the door behind him and tears well in her eyes. Tears of rage, tears of fury, tear of nothing else, she tells herself. Nothing else. Without looking at it, she takes the ache his visits always leave her and pushes it away. There is no reason to examined again, she knows what he makes her feel; she knows and will not look at it too closely.

She abruptly changes direction and turns back to the bathing chamber. Her robe slides from her and with a graceful dive, she slips into the pool. In anger, she holds her breath like a child, she moves slowly under the water until her limbs become heavy and she is certain her lungs are near bursting. Her brain screams for air but her will refuses to relent. Just a little longer. A little longer.

She bursts above the water, her mouth wide, gasping for air, her body trembling from the exertion. She shakes her head sending great, wet cords of red hair flying around her face like giant flaming serpents. Struggling to remain on her feet, she drags herself to the edge of the pool and rests her face on the cool marble. Exhausted, her anger spent, she closes her eyes and waits until her heart stops pounding her breathing returns to normal.

There is a soft clearing of a throat, and Farsiris opens her eyes. With a small smile, that only she is brave enough to dare, Besan asks, “Does my Lady wish to dress for lunch now?”

“Yes, Besan. And call for the horses. I will attend the auction this afternoon.”

More than ever, she wants one of those blond giants.

 

[Stranger34]

Tallon was in a foul temper. Confrontations with his sister always left him in the blackest of moods, and this one was no different. There had to be another way of dealing with her, surely, battering at her door and shouting at her never seemed to produced results. The problem was, Tallon had no-one he could turn to, with a problem such as this.
It was not in his nature to ask others for help, but most of the problems he encountered were physical ones, ones that could be solved by intimidation, or his fists, or with a sword. Disobedient slaves were one thing, he could cut out their tongues, or beat them, or force them to do his will. But his sister was another proposition entirely, and for the first time, he found himself wondering if he should ask advice.
Immediately he shrunk from the idea - asking advice was weak, and shameful, and would send a signal out to others that he was vulnerable.

He paced up and down his room, grimly, twisting his thoughts painfully this way and that, and was only interrupted by a knock at the door. Grateful at least for a distraction, he stopped his pacing, and grunted "Enter!"

 

[Darkness Falls]

Phallar

Phallar enters the room with a brisk, confident step, and comes to a halt just a few steps inside the door. He quickly glances around with an indifferent gaze, before his ice blue eyes, sparking with intelligence, and secrets, quickly find the large form of Tallon.

The former solder stands erect for just a pause, then with stiff formality he offers the other man a half bow. Straitening up again, he says in low, resonant tones “My lord, thank you for agreeing to see me”

 

[Stranger34]

Tallon

Tallon inclined his head, as the other man made his bow. At least, here was a man of a similar military mind to his, who was plainspeaking, a man he understood.
Phallar had fought in his company, during the Great Plains War ten years ago, the last great war to have been fought in the region. Ten years was a long time, and if the two men had not exactly been friends, Phallar was someone for whom Tallon nursed a healthy respect.

So why did he feel an unease at the younger man's visit? It was probably the unorthodoxy of his request, Tallon was not used to being subject to another's request to see him, in this way. The confrontation with Farisis was still raw, too, and he forced himself to put all thoughts of his sister to one side, while he dealt with the matter in hand.

"Greetings, Captain. It is unusual, for you to request such a meeting. What brings you to my quarters?"

 

[Darkness Falls]

Phallar

Phallar’s expression is neutral, and his ice blue eyes, are devoid of emotion as he gazes at Tallon. ‘Ah yes,’ he thinks to himself, ‘I remember him now. A big man and one who used strength and intimation to get the job done. Still, the job got done, and Phallar did not fault him for it’.

None of the mixed feelings of bitterness and remembered glory which crowd his mind, shows upon the former solders pale visage however; and when he speaks again, his voice is low, and confident “Firstly, I merely wanted to extend my greetings in person. And as I have a little problem, I thought this an opportune time.”

He pauses, gauging Tallon’s reaction before continuing “My trainee Rose, I believe you know her? She shows much potential, but her dancing is something less than worthy of our master. I hoped you had a name for me, another slave perhaps, who could teach her what she needs to know”

 

[impish_pixie]

Farsiris

By the time Farsiris arrived at the auction, the event was well underway. She tried to slip quietly and unnoticed into the background but it wasn’t long before nearly ever pair of eyes in the room touched her at least once. There was jealousy, envy, lust, and even hatred in their eyes, as the looked upon the flame haired beauty. Few looked upon her with warmth or kindness and only one pair of eyes looked at her with friendship.

Farsiris paid no attention to those who looked upon her; she had eyes only for the slaver’s block. She was here for a reason and nothing would distract her from that. She wanted a large blond Northman, a warrior of her very own, and maybe one or two others to add to her collection of blond household slaves. Anticipation makes her heart beat a little faster.

A warrior would be difficult to control and even harder to dominate, but it was a challenge she was eager to begin. Farsiris' attention focused on the bock, and she failed to notice the crowd part in a path leading directly towards her. It wasn’t until she heard her name that she turned to the small woman now standing at her side.

The women meet with an informal gesture of friendship, lips brushing cheeks.

“Nerise, greetings.” Farsiris smiles the most beautiful of all many smiles, the only one she never practiced, the one of true affection.

The brown-haired beauty with the twinkling grey eyes says, “What is shock it is to see you here. You never come to the auctions.” Nerise takes a step back and with a raised eye-brow takes a close look at her fiery friend, “Although, now that I think of it, I shouldn’t be surprised.”

Farsiris raises an eyebrow of her own and her smile turns wry, “Oh, really?”

“Yes, really. Everyone must know by know that all your slaves are fair-haired, where better to find more than at an auction of Northpeople?”

Farsiris nods, “I have in mind a great blond warrior that I will keep as pet and lead around on a golden chain, what do you think of that?”

“I think you must be joking, those warriors are nearly impossible to train, and rarely good for anything other than the mines or the galleys.”

Shrugging a slender shoulder Farsiris explains, “My brothers trains many slaves, I see no reason why I can’t train just one.”

Nerise shakes her head, “You know that is different, he trains women for the Emperor’s bed, an important though not life-endangering job.” She grins, “Unless he falls asleep at the wrong time. Seriously, Farsiris, you are no match for a Northern warrior, what if he decides to strangle you or break your neck? They are very strong; he could kill you before anyone could stop him.”

Farsiris smiles at her friend “Do not be concerned. I have a plan for his training.” She turns to look, as the next offering is led on to the block.

 

[Stranger34]

Tallon stared impassively at Phallar, weighing up the man's words. I hoped you had a name for me, another slave perhaps, who could teach her what she needs to know”

After a little while, he replied.

"Captain, your request is a puzzling one. Since when have we ever allowed one woman to train another? Women are there to be trained for a man's pleasure, and therefore must be trained by a man. Is your current slave unsatisfactory? Far be it for me to suggest to you, what you should do in such a situation. If a slave is unsatisfactory with me, I punish her."

He paused for a moment, thinking some more.

"I have had word, that new captures have been made, to the North of here. There will be an auction, that involves the buying and selling of males and females. I would suggest, that if you wish to find a slave who can teach the finer arts of dance, then you go to this auction, and buy one that suits you. Both the males and females of the Northern tribes are wild and untamed, as well you know, but I will leave that to your judgement."

 

[Darkness Falls]

Phallar

Phallar manages to suppress the initial smile which attempts to manifest upon his lean, bony visage, and a fine blonde brow arches in surprise. He says in a dry, humourless voice “I had a sergeant once, who upon my commenting on his training methods, promptly told me to mind my own business” The tall former solder frowns “Now what were his exact words? Never ask a donkey to teach a horse to trot.” The trainers ice blue eyes glitter, and a tight smile touches his firm lips “It was good advice, and I never forgot it.”

Composing his visage once more, Phallar offers Tallon another half bow “I will go to this market, and see what I can find in the line of dancers. I thankyou and I bid you farewell”

Turning, the teacher quickly exits the head teacher’s rooms, and moves toward his own.

Noting that the slave woman is still there, the cold eyed warrior snaps sharply “Fetch Rose, and tell her to meet me in the bath house. In particular, the steam room”

 

[Stranger34]

Now that Phallar had gone, Tallon's thoughts turned to Shanti once more. He had summoned her, she should be here soon. In fact, if she did not arrive in a few heatbeats, he would go and find her himself.

 

[Mayu]

She saw a slave and nodded, walking into the bath house in the steam room she knocked on the door and entered. "Master I would like to tell you something if I may Speak" She bowed her head showing respect, hoping that he wouldn't be angry at her speaking, she sighed silently.

 

[Darkness Falls]

Phallar

Phallar, his lower torso wrapped loosely in a towel, leans back against the wooden slats of the steam room bench, and sighs deeply. As the hot air circulates lazily in a pale mist about him, the warrior’s taut muscles begin to relax, and the sweat runs in rivulets down the length of his powerfully muscled torso.

At the knock, he glances up, and as Rose begins to speak, a look of surprise crosses the man’s handsome, sweat streaked visage. A blonde brow is arched, and after a moment, the teacher nods wordlessly for the woman to continue.

 

[impish_pixie]

Farsiris

Her jaw doesn’t drop but her lips form into a perfectly round “oh” and another “Oh…” escapes from her as she sees the blond giant led to the block. He lacks Tallon’s unnatural grace; she notes automatically, she has never seen another man move with the speed and agility of her brother. However, easily as big as Tallon, more chains bind this Northman then held any of the others auctioned today. Strong too, she imagines, and most likely obstinate. Even on the block, she can see the muscles of his arms and shoulders flex as he tests the chains that hold his hands behind his back. Despite the humiliation, his chin is high, not held high, it simply is high, as if what is happening to him is inconsequential, beneath his notice. His eyes show no fear, and Farsiris is pleased, fear would have disappointed her. However, there something in his eyes, a flash of something… not anger…. but it is gone before she can identify it. She watches him closely as his deep blue eyes move through the crowd, locking with one patron after the other, staring them down. Bound and on the block, he still intimidates many of the Empire’s grandest nobles.

She smiles as his eyes reach for hers, their eyes lock and she feels a shiver run through her that has nothing to do with fear. Unfortunately, the slaver strikes the Northman on the head before their contest of wills can have a victor. That’s good, Farsiris thinks; let him believe he can win. I will enjoy proving him wrong.

She offers a quick prayer to the gods, pleading with them to let this one, this blond giant, be the one she heard about, because he is definitely the one she wants.

Nerise tugs on Farsiris sleeve, “Oh, my friend, no… Farsiris, you can’t… Think of what he could do to you.”

Farsiris grins, “Oh, I am, Nerise. I most certainly am.”

Nerise adopts a shocked expression before giggling.

The slaver recounts the history of the Barbarian’s exploits, his town’s rebellion against the Emperor’s tax collectors, its destruction by the Army of the Empire and his final capture… He is the one, and as the bidding begins, she thanks the gods.

 

[Mayu]

She bowed her head "I know I have upset you greatly the first time we met, when it came to a dance I honestly didn't know what you were looking for, ive always been a coward, hiding my body even tho that didn't show, id like another chance master, to prove I have class, to prove worthy. To show you how graceful I can be"

 

[Darkness Falls]

Phallar

Phallar’s expression is stony and his ice blue eyes glitter with chilly reserve. He doesn’t move, or twitch a muscle as he considers the woman’s words.

Then, with a slow nod of his sweat streaked head, the teacher speaks, and his voice drifts through the mist with menacing softness “Very well Rose, I will give you another chance. Take off your garment, and dance for me here, in the steam room”

 

[Mayu]

She nodded as she removed what she was wearing She closed her eyes for a moment. She remembered what she was taught as she sat down, her legs in front her head resting on her knees and her arms around her knees. Without a word or warning, she moved her torso back her hand in the air. and her leg out in front of her. putting the leg behind her then out again as she stands up, getting on the tips of her toes.

her hands up over her head as she moved gracefully to the left, twirling around as her hand comes up in front of her reaching to the sky. Then kneeling moving to her side and then turned to the way she started, twisting her torso a little.

She was one to do ballet a long time ago and hoped this would please him

(OOC: Probably makes no damn sense but saw this on youtube)

 

[Darkness Falls]

Phallar

Phallar leans back again, and after a short time, his hard, un-yielding expression seems to relax a fraction. His cold gaze glitters with the heat of sudden awareness, and his intense stare follows the woman’s every twist and turn; every shift and suggestion of posture

When finally she finishes her dance, a slight nod is offered by the teacher, “You have a long way to go Rose, but you have at least understood my lesson. Control your body, and you control your environment”

The tall warrior, his lean yet powerfully muscled torso rippling with suppressed strength, holds out a hand, and speaks in a soft voice “Come!”

 

[impish_pixie]

Farsiris

Farsiris looked at the field of bidders, and suppressed a smile; without her, the Northman’s future prospects weren’t good. Among the bidders was Javis, the owner of several mines, each producing a different type of ore – he would work the slave to death without a second thought. The merchant Stonar was always looking for new slaves to row his vessels across the Great Inland Sea – the slave would be chained to an oar until he died or the vessel sank. Only Mildon offered the slave any hope of a future, train and fight until death, but at least a gladiator received occasional luxuries like good food and if he fought well, a slave of his own to use for a night. She watched as the bidding for the blond Northman slowed, Mildon was the first to drop out, and a few others unknown to Farsiris. In the end, only Javis and Stonar remained in active competition and only then, did she raise her delicate, white hand and place her first bid. Heads turned to identify the new bidder but Farsiris ignored them.

“Farsiris,” her friend whispered, “You can’t be serious… you can’t do this.”

Farsiris raised her hand again as the bidding continued. “I think, Nerise, you can see that I am serious.”

“If you are lucky and the great brute doesn’t kill you immediately, people will talk, Farsiris. Or at the very least wonder what you wanted with such…”

“Nerise, people always talk, unfortunately, they rarely speak the truth.” Farsiris places another bid, and notes with satisfaction that Javis has left the field, only Stonar and she remain. “I am a woman of possession without a husband, is it any wonder I desire someone big and strong to protect me? He is a trained warrior, with him to protect me, I'll never have to worry again.”

“Your brother's reputation is all the protection you need, Farsiris." Nerise explains, patiently continues, as if speaking to a small child. "He’s a barbarian from the North, he will kill you before he protects you.”

Farsiris, recognizing the tone, only smiles at her friend, “Do you think I would embark on this without a plan for ensuring his loyalty, and my safety, Nerise? No, when I am done, I will have no reason to fear him, none at all. He will be absolutely devoted to me.”

Soon, Farsiris thinks, soon Javis will quit and the Northman will be mine. As if it is of no consequence, Farsiris raises her hand again and from the corner of her eye, she sees Javis shake his head he is unwilling to go any higher. The great brute from the North belongs to her, and with that thought, a look of satisfaction takes it’s place on her beautiful face.

“Oh, Farsiris….”

 

[Mayu]

She just nodded looking down as she took his hand and sat where he wanted her to. She was afraid to make eye contact with him, afraid to disrespect him somehow, she was into respecting, that was how she was. She sighed some waiting for him to speak.

 

[Darkness Falls]

Phallar

Phallar, saying not a word, guides the woman to sit beside him. He studies her slim, well formed body, searching for scars, or unseemly blemishes. Unable to find any, he reachs out, and allows his finger tips to lightly caress the firm swell of her breasts.

The teacher rolls first one, and then the other rosy nipple between thumb and finger. He squeezes softly, and then with a definite pinch; encouraging them along as they finally pucker and grow erect.

Callused fingers slide up silken flesh, and with an unusually delicate touch, the man brushes the woman’s soft, inviting lips. Lifting his hand once more, he grasps a handful of brown hair, and feeling the growing need burn inside him, he uses his other hand to shift the towel which covers him.

Long and thick, the warriors cock springs free of its confines. Hard and throbbing with desire, the large organ stands strait and proud. Phallar considers the size of his cock, and a tight smile touches his lips as looks once more at Rose.

Silently, and with a strength that accepts no denial, the teacher, his ice blue eyes intense and burning with expectation, pushes the emperor’s pet down toward his waiting member.

 

[Mayu]

Unable to say no to what was going on, she closed her eyes, everything so perfect, everything was as it seemed. Gazing into his eyes she saw something there, some kind of response, she just hoped she was doing a good thing. Going faster and harder she waited for his reaction to what she was doing.

 

[Darkness Falls]

Phallar

Phallar leans back against the smooth wood of the bench seat, and feels yet more beads of perspiration burst forth, and trickle down his powerful body. His breath is slow and measured and despite what is happening; his lean handsome visage is devoid of expression. Allowing his ice blue eyes to close, the teacher silently and privately soaks up the sensations of hot steam washing his body, and the even hotter lips sucking his cock.

Reaching out, he grasps wet brown hair with both hands, and waits for the woman’s head to first rise, and then slide back down. Following her movement, the warrior pushes down firmly, revelling in the feel of his manhood being consumed, and demanding she take more into her mouth.

 

[Mayu]

She did as he showed her, she kept doing this but she felt herself taking more and more of his manhood in her, she was having trouble getting him all in her mouth but she didn't fuss and she took him all the way, after a few moments she had her mouth all over him, nothing escaping.

 

[Darkness Falls]

Phallar

Phallar opens his eyes once more, and gazes impassively down at the woman’s bobbing head. Though nothing of his thoughts show upon his visage, the teacher is somewhat impressed, and as he watches his cock disappear once more within the tight confines of Rose’s mouth, he draws in a deep steam laden breath.

As he feels the first tendrils of sensation rise from the centre of his being, a tight, cruel smile curls his lips. Powerful fingers tighten painfully into the slave’s brown hair, and as he pushes himself deeper into her, his voice hisses softly “You can do better than that Rose, don’t just warm it; suck it”

 

[Mayu]

She closed her eyes tighter as she felt what he was doing, she did as he wanted, warming him but started to suck on him very roughly hoping to please him, trying to do everything he wanted her head bobbing up and down, sucking on him.