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It was a rare occasion that Renaud and Polenia got a full evening to themselves, with no visiting dignitaries to negotiate with, no nobles coming to dine, and no crisis that demanded a response from them. They dined in private, letting the court take care of themselves for once, and after a leisurely dinner of a mere five courses (since it was an informal occasion, after all), they withdrew to their chambers for an evening of private entertainment. It was not often they got to enjoy themselves in this way, usually there was just time for a quick sample before bed, and they were both determined to make the most of it. They’d ordered their four favorite slaves brought up, prepared and ready for them, and when they entered their chambers, they were met with the enticing sight of all four of them on their knees with their heads bowed, ready to serve at their pleasure. They had all been outfitted with gold chains running from their collars, splitting to run through their nipple piercings (the women’s piercings partially hidden by the sheer cloth covering their breasts, but there nonetheless), and then joining back up to run down to beneath their skirts (gauzy silk for the women, hundreds of thin chains that clinked when they walked for the men) and to the enchanted plugs they would be wearing beneath those skirts. He saw his own excitement mirrored in his dear Polenia’s eyes as they settled themselves comfortably on the sofa.
He gestured with his head that she should make the first choice – there was very little he would begrudge his beloved Polenia, and whatever she chose, there would be plenty to please him.
“I want Lycius,” she said, after a moment’s thought. “And I want to watch Cirinne suck Alain’s cock.”
That left Estella for him, which he was more than happy with. Estella was the prettiest of the slaves, in Renaud’s opinion (although they were all striking, in their own way, else they would not be in the imperial harem), with her light brown skin, delicate features, large dark eyes, and flowing locks of brown hair that came down past her tits. He pulled her onto his lap and put his hand underneath the thin silk cloth that was holding her pert little breast in place. She shuddered against his body as he gently massaged circles around her tit, and gently flicked the piercing at her nipple.
He watched with anticipation as Cirinne brought her mouth down on Alain’s cock, not quite managing to hide her little frown of distaste. Cirinne was not attracted to men in the slightest, but she dutifully did as she was told. Her head was a mass of red curls that were excellent for pulling on, and made a beautiful sight nestled against Alain’s crotch.
Meanwhile Polenia was directing Lycius to undress her and scatter soft kisses all over her body. She didn’t want anyone near her cunt until she was good and ready for it. Lycius was their youngest and newest slave, darker in tone than most of their other slaves, the up-and-coming son of a general of a conquered nation, captured in the latest expansion of their far-reaching empire and sent to court for Renaud’s and Polenia’s pleasure. He had struggled to fit himself into his new position, willful and stubborn, but had eventually been broken in, and was now as eager as the rest of them to serve – or at least eager to not be punished. He still hadn’t quite mastered the art of pretending to want to do everything Polenia and Renaud did to him, but he was pretty enough, and skilled enough in many of the various pleasures they demanded of their slaves, that they were willing to put up with the occasional sullenness or reluctance.
Renaud put his hand under Estella’s skirt and found the plug that had been placed in her cunt, pulling it out so it dangled from its chain. He stuck two fingers inside her wet cunt and started stroking. She tilted her head back, mouth open, and he couldn’t help but nuzzle her throat, in a mirror to what Lycius was doing with Polenia, as his cock twitched to life and started to rise up against the cloth of his breeches. A weak moan escaped Estella as he put his lips against her neck and sucked down, hard enough to leave a mark.
“Stroke my cock,” he told her, and she obediently put her hand underneath the lining of his breeches until she found his cock, stroking over his sensitive head and down his shaft. He was quickly brought to full hardness, his cock straining against the containment of his breeches, but he left them on – he enjoyed the sensation of the soft cloth rubbing against him in time with Estella’s strokes. He lifted his other hand from her breast and reached over to yank on Lycius’ chain where it came together under his nipples, pulling at both his nipple piercings and the plug inside him. Lycius groaned and pushed his head further down onto Polenia’s neck. She looked to Renaud and leaned over to kiss him.
“You always know what will please me, husband,” she said as she broke the kiss.
“Anything for you, my love,” he responded, kissing her deeply again.
Renaud kept tugging at the chain, causing Lycius to moan in a mixture of pleasure and pain, all the while fucking Estella with his fingers and watching Cirinne expertly suck Alain off. Alain had his eyes closed, hands curling up at his sides and every now and again a little gasp would escape him. Alain was the biggest of the slaves, the son of a farmer who’d been sold into slavery to settle his family’s debts about a decade ago, and he still maintained the upper body strength that had made him so attractive. Naturally, like all the imperial pleasure slaves, he was a fine specimen of human beauty, with his broad chest, square jaw and blond hair that made it look like he was sunlight come to life. He looked like he could snap Cirinne in half, but was as gentle as a lamb and was always very careful with the others – such as now, when he clenched his fists each time his hips jerked to keep himself from rocking into Cirinne’s mouth, allowing her to set the pace even though Renaud would have enjoyed seeing him fuck her face. But this was also very pleasing, and they made a very pretty sight together.
“I’m close,” Alain managed to get out. “I’m going to come. Please, Your Radiance, may I come?”
Renaud looked to Polenia, to see what she thought, if she was in a merciful mood or not, but she just tilted her head, leaving the decision up to him. Was he feeling merciful? No, he decided, he was not.
Alain moaned when Renaud pronounced his decision that he may not come. Cirinne slowed her ministrations.
“Carry on, Cirinne,” he ordered. “I did not tell you to stop.”
Alain moaned again as he started to battle his own body. His breath came in short, quick gasps, and he grunted as Cirinne took him deep into her mouth, swallowing the full length of his cock down.
“Fondle his balls,” Polenia told her, and she brought one hand up to do so. That was what pushed Alain over the edge. His hands twitched, his eyelids fluttered rapidly, and his mouth fell open, as he came down Cirinne’s mouth. She, well-trained, swallowed every drop of his come until he was panting, withdrawing his rapidly shrinking cock from her mouth. His face took on a mix of agony and fear as he realized what had just happened, and he fell to his knees.
“Forgive me, Radiances,” he said, voice catching. “I beg your mercy. Please, forgive me my unwilling disobedience.”
It seemed like the other slaves also stopped for just a fraction of a second, holding their breaths, waiting for Renaud’s and Polenia’s judgement to fall on their comrade. Alain had been given impossible orders to follow, and if Renaud was fair, he wouldn’t blame him for failing them. Renaud had never claimed to be fair. He showed his slaves no mercy for failing to obey, no matter how impossible the orders. But it did mean that the punishment should be of the kind that Alain would recover from in a day or two, not a true punishment for willful disobedience. The punishment was for Renaud’s and Polenia’s pleasure, not to break Alain’s spirit, and that made a difference.
He pulled his hand out of Estella’s cunt and held it out for a vocoball to drift over, tapping it twice to bring up the white color that indicated he was speaking to the kitchens. His other hand kept tugging on Lycius’ chain, to make sure he did not stop pleasuring Polenia.
“Send up some prepared ginger,” he commanded, and Alain’s breath hitched. A moment later, a sizeable piece of ginger root preserved in vinegar to enhance its potency appeared on a tray beside him, perfectly shaped like a plug with a small flare at one end. He tapped Estella’s ass gently to make her slide off his lap. He led her over to the large bed that dominated the room, and lay her on her back, arms above her head and legs spread. With a flick of his fingers, ropes extended from the headboard and the bedposts and wrapped around her wrists and ankles.
He gestured Cirinne over and told her to go down on Estella’s cunt – she deserved a treat after how well she had done with Alain.
“I intend to fuck her later, so I want her good and wet for me,” he said.
“With pleasure, Radiance,” she said, a slow smile spreading across her face. This, she enjoyed. And Estella would probably also enjoy it. Cirinne’s mouth was extremely skilled, both on men and on women, as she’d just shown.
Someone who would not enjoy the next few minutes, on the other hand, was Alain. Renaud walked over to where he had prostrated himself on the floor, lifting the chains that made up his skirt and pulling out the plug from his ass. It was slick with oil, as was his hole, making the ginger easy to insert. Alain whimpered slightly at the ginger slowly filling him up as Renaud pushed it deep inside him, the flared bottom nestling snugly against his cheeks to keep it from being sucked in completely. He wouldn’t start feeling its effects immediately, Renaud knew, other than the intrusion of yet another foreign object into his ass, but the burning sensation of the ginger would build up until it was almost unbearable. There were, of course, ways to speed it up. He grabbed Alain’s collar and pulled him up. Alain’s eyes were glassy and distant, having worked himself up in a state of fear, which wouldn’t do. A quick slap across the face brought him back, and he met Renaud’s eyes briefly with the shock of the impact before bowing his head in submission. Renaud gestured to a chest in the corner of the room, which floated over and opened itself for him. This contained a treasure trove of toys, and he selected a plain, unenchanted ring gag and a leather strap, enchanted for this very purpose with enhanced accuracy and force, from the wealth in front of him. Sometimes the basics really were the best, after all. He inserted the gag into Alain’s mouth, and it fastened itself behind his head. Still keeping a tight grip on Alain’s collar, he led him over to a bench with slightly lowered platforms for the arms and legs. Just as with Estella, ropes emerged to bind Alain securely to the bench, his ass at the perfect height for easy access.
He looked over to where Polenia was still sitting nestled against the soft pillows in the sofa, and saw that she had moved Lycius down to suck at her tits, a sign that her arousal was progressing well. She had grabbed hold of Lycius’ chain where Renaud had left it and continued yanking on his chain, each time making him moan around her tit and bringing a new gasp of pleasure from her lips. She looked straight at where Renaud had Alain spread over the bench, mouth forced open by the gag, ass high with the ginger sticking out, and her pupils were blown wide open with want and desire. A flick of his wrist sent the bench turning so Alain was facing her side on, so she would be able to see both his reddening ass and his face as the strap hit him. Renaud would of course only be able to see the ass, but that would be good enough for him, and at least Polenia would get the full visual. He would make this good for her, he thought, as he raised the strap and brought it down on Alain’s exposed ass, making him tense up and clench around the ginger. A cry escaped him through the gag, and Renaud felt his cock twitch where it was standing straight up, flat against his stomach, truly straining his breeches. There was a spot starting to spread as he was leaking pre-come, and the sight of the red mark on Alain’s pale ass brought him to new heights of excitement. He brought the strap down again, hitting a new spot, and another welt appeared, and he repeated the process again, and again, mercilessly raining blows down on the raised ass, by now pink and glowing. Each stroke made Alain tense up, intensifying the burning sensation of the ginger, and he cried out in pain. He was properly crying now, and trying to make sounds around the gag, probably trying to beg for forgiveness and mercy, but the gag swallowed his words and all that came out were incomprehensible cries and shouts, where a warbled version of the word “please” could occasionally be heard. Renaud pretended not to hear or understand. Alain wriggled his ass, trying to get away from where Renaud was cruelly bringing the strap down over and over, but he was bound tightly enough that there was nowhere he could escape, and the sight of that perfectly rounded ass wriggling under his power was almost too much for Renaud, his breath coming hard and fast as his cock begged for stimulation. There was hardly any unblemished skin left on Alain’s ass, and each time Renaud brought the strap down, he intensified an already existing welt, some now more purple than red.
Eventually Renaud decided that Alain had been punished enough, and another flick of the wrist sent the bench spinning round so he could see Alain’s face. It was bright red, and wet with both tears and drool. He leaned down to force a kiss against Alain’s mouth, pushing his tongue in through the gag, and Alain had no choice but to let it happen. Renaud reached round to place one last slap on Alain’s ass with his hand, before leaving him there (making sure he was facing the bed so he’d see everything he was missing out on) and turning his attentions to the women on the bed. Cirinne had dutifully kept licking Estella, keeping her wet (she was a soft-hearted thing, and the sight and sounds of a fellow slave in distress had the unfortunate effect of drying her up if nothing was done to prevent it). Renaud had worked himself up to a state of arousal beating Alain, and he ached to bury his cock in that wet cunt, to give himself the release he craved. He chucked off his clothes as quickly as he could, throwing them across the floor carelessly. Estella was sopping wet with saliva and juices as he pulled Cirinne off her. He climbed onto the bed, positioned himself at her entrance and pushed in easily, burying his cock in her warm, slick cunt. Meanwhile he tapped Cirinne’s plug twice so that it elongated into a large dildo so he could fuck them both at the same time. They both arched their backs as he hit their most sensitive spots with his cock and the dildo, Estella’s bonds keeping her from moving too much. She had a slightly glassy look to her eyes that spoke of having been stimulated for a long time, first by his fingers, then by Cirinne’s mouth. Cirinne was free to move as she pleased, and this was the first time this evening that she had been allowed pleasure, having so far only been made to pleasure others, and she eagerly brought her hips up to meet his thrusts, desperate to wring as much pleasure out of the dildo as he would allow her to have. He licked his lips and shoved the dildo in further, making her jolt and moan. He pushed into Estella with equal vigor, and she clenched her cunt around his cock and cried out.
He heard Polenia murmur something to Lycius at the sofa, and a few moments later there was a dip in the bed behind him indicating that someone had joined them. He decided to pay it no mind, focusing on his two women squirming with pleasure as he fucked them, until he felt something wet and soft at his own entrance. He jerked, making Estella give a little cry, and looked back and saw Lycius there, bent down with his tongue out ready to lick his ass, and when he moved his gaze to Polenia, she had her hand up her skirt and was giving him a smug look. Well. Never let it be said he would turn down a gift from his beloved. He stuck his ass out to give Lycius the signal to go ahead and turned his attention back to the girls.
It was even better with the stimulation at both his ends, Lycius lavishing attention on him from behind, sending tingles up his spine and down to his toes, Estella wrapped around his cock, and Cirinne moaning and panting in pleasure around the dildo. The sensation of pleasure was almost unbearable, and he surrendered himself to his body. His muscles tensed, like a coil ready to spring, and then all at once released and he came with a cry, the orgasm lighting a fire in his lower belly that shot through his cock and spread outwards to the rest of his body.
He collapsed down onto Estella and gave her a quick kiss before rolling off her, to land between her and Cirinne, sated and content – at least for the moment. He pulled Lycius up by the chain running down from his collar, and the slave moaned at the tug on his nipples but nestled himself into Renaud between him and Estella. His lips were red and moist, but a gesture from Renaud brought a soapy cloth over to clean his face thoroughly. At some point, he had lost his skirt, and Renaud could see how the gold chain also wrapped around his cock and balls before ending at the plug. Lycius’ cock and balls had been sadly neglected, he noted, and made a point to remedy that when he had had his rest and was ready to go again, unless Polenia had ideas for what to do with him. Renaud looked over to where Polenia was still on the sofa, still pleasuring herself, and she stood up and made her way over and brushed a kiss against his lips.
“Are you happy, my love?” she asked.
“Exceedingly,” he said. “But I think our slaves are still eager for more.”
“It would a shame to deprive them,” she hummed, and her gaze slid from Cirinne, still lying with her dildo inside her, to Lycius, nestled up in the crook of Renaud’s arm, to Estella, bound to the bed, breathing heavily. She reached out to the plug that was beside Estella, still attached to the golden chain running from her collar, still wet and glistening, and picked it up. Estella groaned as it slid into her, and a smirk spread across Polenia’s face. She twisted the plug, and Estella groaned again and tried to twist away, hindered by the ropes attaching her to the bed.
“Has my husband used you well?” Polenia asked. “Are you sensitive?”
“Yes, Radiance,” Estella breathed. “Very.”
Polenia twisted the plug again, and Estella’s hips bucked.
“Do you want more?”
“No, please, Radiance,” she begged. “Please, no more.”
But Polenia was no more merciful than Renaud, and she pushed the plug deeper into Estella to her clear distress. Estella’s plug kept Polenia occupied for some more minutes, while the slave whimpered, groaned and eventually sobbed from a mix of pain and pleasure that transitioned into pure pain as Polenia didn’t let up, even stuck a finger in alongside the plug to rub at Estella’s tender clit. She was truly beautiful like this, focused and intent, merciless and determined, and he had never loved anyone as much as he loved his empress.
He looked over to Alain, still strapped to the bench. The slave’s head had fallen down, and there was a pool of drool underneath the bench, but he was still, the effect of the ginger having run its course.
“What do you say,” Renaud asked Cirinne. “Has Alain been punished enough? Should he be brought back into the fold?”
Alain groaned weakly at the mention of his name.
“Yes, Radiance,” Cirinne said. “He tried very hard to be good, and he’s learned his lesson.”
“Do you agree?” he asked Lycius.
“Yes, Radiance,” Lycius said. He didn’t add anything more, and from another slave Renaud might have thought that meant that he didn’t want Alain’s punishment to be let up, but he knew Lycius still had an aversion to begging, still tried to cling to the remnants of his pride.
“Are you sure?” he asked Lycius. “You don’t seem too convinced. Perhaps you want me to go another round? I think that ass could use a caning, don’t you, Lycius?”
Alain moaned weakly. Lycius’ eyes widened.
“No, don’t!” he exclaimed, and Renaud raised an eyebrow. He swallowed, then bowed his head. “I mean, please don’t hurt him any more, Your Radiance. Please.”
Well. He had heard better pleas in his day, but he supposed he had to give Lycius some credit for how much it must have cost him to say even that much. And he should really reward the lad for remembering his place without anyone needing to take him to task for it – a decided progress from where he had been. Renaud met Polenia’s eyes in question, and she tossed her head, leaving the decision up to him.
“Fetch him here,” he told Lycius, as he flicked his wrist to undo the bindings that kept Alain strapped to the bench. Immediately Alain’s hands came up to massage his wrists.
Lycius got up to help support him as he got up off the bench, and it was a good thing he did, as Alain’s knees buckled almost as soon as his feet hit the soft carpet – too long in one position with the bonds limiting the circulation to his feet made him unsteady. It was a bit amusing to watch the big bulk of Alain leaning on the slender frame of Lycius, but the younger slave was stronger than he appeared, and they made their way to the bed without too many stumbles.
Polenia abandoned her play with Estella’s plug, to the slave’s obvious relief, and instead made her way over to where the two men had collapsed on the other side of Cirinne.
“Well, it seems my husband has decided to be merciful,” she said. “I hope you’re grateful.”
Alain nodded frantically and made a sound round the gag. She raked her manicured fingers along his reddened ass, and he shuddered, whether from pain or fear wasn’t quite clear, before she took out the ginger and discarded it, replacing the plug. She tapped it once, and Renaud could see his eyes widen as he bit back a moan. She had just made the plug grow to twice its size, he knew, and with Alain’s ass as tender as it must be from both the beating and the ginger, he was quite impressed at how well he kept his composure.
She rolled him over to his back and bound him in much the same way Estella was bound – hands above his head and legs spread. Then she wrapped one slender hand around his cock and tugged. At the same time, she tugged Lycius closer and pulled him in for a demanding kiss, before pushing him back down to lick her cunt again while she stroked Alain to hardness. She gave Alain a few swats on his bruised ass, pushing the enlarged plug further in, making him cry out in pain, before pulling Lycius off her cunt and sinking down on Alain’s cock and riding him for all she was worth, her tits bouncing in rhythm as she rose up and down. She was beautiful.
“I want to see you fuck his mouth,” she told Lycius. Lycius looked hesitantly at Alain’s mouth, held open with the gag and then back at Polenia. His cock hung flaccid between his legs. She gave the chain a sharp tug, close to his cock and balls, and he cried out.
“I won’t tell you twice,” she warned. Renaud’s cock twitched a little at her sharp tone, knowing it wasn’t aimed at him. He loved her commanding air, loved how she knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid of letting the world know. He counted himself lucky that he had found a wife who was his perfect match.
Lycius hurriedly dipped his cock into Alain’s mouth, limp as it was, and began thrusting. Renaud watched the cock grow at the stimulation, until it was touching the edges of the gag and Lycius had to put some force into his thrusts to get his cock down Alain’s mouth. The gag kept him from going deep enough to make Alain choke, although he doubted Alain saw the advantages of it in the moment. It had been in long enough that his jaw must be aching fiercely from being held open so long.
Polenia had her head thrown back in bliss, her thighs working as she slid herself up and down Alain’s cock, and Renaud’s cock twitched again. He leaned up on his elbows to get a better view of Polenia and Lycius double-teaming Alain, and had the idle thought that he might like to see Lycius fuck Alain – it would make for a pretty visual, the lithe darker man pounding into the bulky fair one. But for now, he had the women to play with, and he grabbed Cirinne’s hand and brought it down to his cock. She understood his unspoken command and began stroking him, and it wasn’t long before heat started building in his lower belly again, making him almost dizzy with want as his cock rose to attention again. He turned his head to kiss Estella, sucking hard on her tongue and caressing her tits. He yanked on the chain, and she yelped, back arching upwards to the extent that her bonds allowed her. She’d been in that position for some time, and she wasn’t being punished, so he flicked his wrists to release her. He even brought a hand up to massage her wrists himself, and she looked up at him under her eyelashes in gratitude.
Alain moaned underneath Polenia, an almost desperate sound, and his hands balled up involuntarily in their bonds, like they had done just before he came in Cirinne’s mouth. Polenia stopped.
“Well, that won’t do,” she said, reaching out to his ass and slapping him, hard. Renaud felt a wave of pleasure build up at the sound of his garbled cry of pain. “You’ve already come once this evening, and you certainly don’t have permission to come again.”
She lifted herself off his cock and tightened the chain around his balls, so it functioned like a make-shift cock ring. Next time, Renaud thought, they would have to put a proper one on him, since he was apparently easy to bring to climax. On the other hand, a lot of fun could be had with that, teasing him, bringing him to the brink again and again, making come several times over, wresting out unsanctioned orgasms that he could be punished for – the possibilities were almost endless.
“How disappointing,” Polenia said. She didn’t look too disappointed, though, as she waved the chest of toys over and took out an enchanted dildo that she could fasten to herself. It would give her almost the same sensations as if she had a cock of her own. She pulled out the plug from Alain’s ass with a squelch and pushed in with her new cock, her eyes fluttering closed as his ass clenched around her. She let out a heavy breath as she started rocking her hips, and Alain moaned around his gag.
“Go to your empress,” he told Estella, and she climbed over him and Cirinne until she was kneeling in front of Polenia. Polenia grabbed her face and pressed it onto her tits, and Estella started licking and sucking eagerly. Polenia’s breath grew even heavier and the occasional moan of pure ecstasy escaped her.
In return, Renaud yanked on Lycius’ chain.
“Come here,” he ordered. He felt that with Alain and Estella to occupy her, Polenia wouldn’t mind if he took Lycius for his own use, and indeed she made no objection. Lycius’ cock was hard, and slightly red from where he had been rubbing it against Alain’s metal gag. With Cirinne still stroking his cock, Renaud brought his hands round to give Lycius’ cock similar attention, stroking it hard and rubbing his hands along the tender head, gently (and occasionally not-so-gently) squeezing his balls. Lycius’ hips bucked, and if Renaud had plans to do this for long, he would have tied him up. But this was just the precursor to what Renaud actually wanted, which was to bury his cock in Lycius’ ass. He turned Lycius around so he was on his hands and knees and removed the plug. Lycius whined a little, and Renaud realized that this was the first time this evening that it had been removed for him. All the others had had their plugs both removed and played with, but not Lycius. But the plug had done its job, and Renaud could easily replace it with his cock. He pulled Cirinne up to him, so she wouldn’t feel abandoned. As he pushed into Lycius, he removed the dildo that was still in her cunt, and replaced it with his fingers, rubbing circles around her nub. He wrapped his other hand around Lycius’ cock and stroked it in time with his thrusts. Fucking Lycius was different than fucking Estella: his ass was firmer than her cunt, and he was less naturally wet. It was still just as pleasurable, though, and Lycius was just as responsive, arching his hips, gasping, and moaning.
Turning his head, he could see Polenia lost in the sensations of fucking Alain while Estella sucked her tits, and she made a few gasping sounds that meant she was close to her climax. Seeing her like that brought Renaud closer to his own, and he sped up his strokes, feeling Lycius clench around him, each time sending a tingling sensation running through his cock. He also sped up his rubs inside Cirinne’s cunt, and she writhed underneath him. He came with a bitten-off cry, spilling into Lycius’ ass, and it was a matter of two or three strokes and a whispered command before Lycius also came. Renaud angled his cock so his come would spill over Cirinne’s tits, because she looked good with white spunk over her tits. Polenia threw her head back and cried out as she climaxed as well, her strap-on cock carrying similar sensations as Renaud was feeling throughout her body. Her climax lasted longer than his, and he stayed in position, admiring her, while his cock slackened and his come spilled out from between Lycius’ legs. He and Polenia both collapsed on the bed, spent and happy. He gave her a gentle kiss that she returned languidly. Their slaves surrounded them, and he called over a cloth for them to begin the work of cleaning everyone up, starting with him and Polenia before moving on to each other. A flick of Polenia’s wrist set Alain free from both the bindings keeping him to the bed as well as the gag, and he took it out gratefully and drew several deep breaths, massaging his jaw. Estella put a comforting hand on his shoulder, and he leaned into her touch. Cirinne hovered in the background, talking to Lycius in soft whispers as she wiped Renaud’s come from his ass and thighs.
Renaud made a gesture dismissing the slaves, and they walked softly out of the chamber, picking up the various discarded bits of clothing on their way, taking theirs with them and folding Renaud’s and Polenia’s over the back of the sofa for the domestic slaves to deal with.
“We should do this more often,” he said to Polenia, ignoring that the reason they didn’t was the many demands that running an empire made on their time.
“We really should,” she agreed. “Thank you for this lovely evening, my dearest husband.”
“No, thank you,” he said.
They drifted off to sleep next to each other, satiated and perfectly content.