The looming, iron bound, oaken, double doors flew open as if struck by an unseen force as the lithe man in his flowing, black cloak stepped through. His hard boot heels click on the on the marble stones of the floor as he strode across the threshold.
Dark, piercing eyes scan the immaculately maintained wood and stone of the foyer, the hood of the cloak turning slightly with the man's movements. A glint of white, flashes from the inky shadows of the hood as the man smiles a small, tight smile at the condition of his new home.
Even as he takes it in, a soft shuffling can be heard from one of the other halls before a slipper-clad servant comes around the corner. He automatically looks down as he crosses the floor to kneel before the new arrival. In his hand he offers a silver goblet, the spicy aroma of mulled whine wafts from the burgundy liquid that is held within it.
Pausing a moment to tug the leather gloves from his hands, revealing strong but delicately tapered fingers, and tucking them behind his belt, the man that had just entered reached out for the goblet. As he took it the servant stood swiftly and took the cloak from his master's shoulders. The clothing underneath was finely cut, and of the finest material.
The boots were a finely tooled soft leather, with hard soles, that folded over at their tops. Tucked into these were a pair of tight black leather pants, they did nothing to hide the obviously well muscled thighs of their owner. Topping the outfit was a charcoal gray, flowing shirt made of shimmering silk.
As the bald servant backed away the man raised the glass to his lips and took a slow drink of the wine. With a self-satisfied sigh he moved to the large silver mirror on one wall. An arrogant smirk crossed his lips, dyed red from the rich drink he had imbibed, as he took himself in. With his free hand he smoothed back his unruly, long, thick, hair, it was so black that it seemed to have midnight blue highlights in the right light. Below his hairline two dark and brooding eyes peered from their slightly slanted sockets. So dark that they appeared black as well, holes into an abyss that was as black as midnight on the new moon. No emotion touched them and yet there was something in this ebony orbs that was captivating almost hypnotic. A thin, but perfectly proportioned nose, sat above his full lips. Under his hair, could be vaguely seen of the delicate point that his elven ears came to.
After taking himself in for a moment the man turned smoothly and strode from the entrance hall. Moving with a flowing glide through the halls he makes his way towards his quarters. The soft clack of his boots on the marble steps the only sound as he goes upstairs to where the master bedroom awaits. As he travels he thinks of his plans for the next day, a night of rest would be welcome with all that needed to be done. None of it would he trust to those beneath him, it was too important.
As he neared his quarters he spied two of his serving women. One was Lynette, one of the servants he had brought with him to this land. She was a petite brunette with long hair pulled back into a loose pony tail, that hung down to the top of her shapely ass. His lips curled into a smirk as he remembered dalliances with her in the past. The other he did not know, she was a tall, thin blond with strikingly blue eyes. Perhaps entertainment was needed more than rest, but which one was the question.
“Lynette, you will be joining me this evening,” he said in his low, raspy whisper of a voice.
The blond looked as if she would step up and try to stop what she saw as a wrong, but when the man looked at her, catching her eyes with his she merely stood silent. Slowly she closed her mouth without uttering a sound, Lynette only nodded at first and placed her polishing rag onto the silver tray between the two women. She could not help but flush at the thought, and her heart be faster.
“As you command, my Lord Luskan,” she murmured in a tiny, submissive voice.
After they stepped into his room, the large oaken door closed with a resounding thump and a sharp metallic click as the lock was engaged.
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After locking the door Luskan strode into the middle of the room and onto a thick rug that covered most of the floor except for a border of marble. Beyond him a large four poster bed sat with its satin sheets covered by a crimson blanket. Past that he could see the large windows which would face the dawn, now they stood dark except the sparkling of the stars in the heavens.
After he caught Lynette's eyes with his own he said nothing and only spread his arms slightly as he stood there. Obediently she came to him, a small shiver passed through her slight body as she got close. The mixture of anticipation tinged with fear at displeasing her demanding lord heightening all of her senses to the point that the slightest breeze felt like a caress against her skin, and she swore she could hear the beating of his heart from this distance even.
With trembling fingers she began to undo the buttons of his silk shirt, slowly, one at a time they opened exposing a smooth and muscular chest. As the shirt parted she leaned forward and lightly placed her lips against his chest, kissing her way down slowly as she bared his skin. She tugged on the silk to pull it from his pants and finished opening it as her lips drug slowly down the defined abdominals as she sank to her knees on the plush flooring.
Luskan raised one foot, standing perfectly poised and balanced on the other as Lynette pulled his boot from his foot. Lowering his bare foot to the rug he lifted the other for her to remove that boot. Lynette then raised herself up on her knees and reached for his pants, she struggled a moment with the buttons there, before she took a deep breath to steady herself and unbutton them. She steeled herself and grasping them at the waist she pulled his pants down smoothly before he kicked them aside with an agile motion.
As she looked up and saw his semi-erect cock at the level of her vision a barely audible moan came unbidden from her throat as memories flooded her body. She slid her hands up the smooth but hard thighs of her master, before they slipped around him to grip his firm ass. At the same time, she leaned forward and took him into her mouth and lightly caressed him with the softest touch of her tongue.
Her fingers kneaded his ass as she began to suck on his cock, teasing with her tongue as she did so. As he began to stiffen and expand she pulled her mouth back, until he was hard and her lips were sealed around only his engorged cockhead. The barest of sighs the only sound from Luskan as she twirled her tongue around him.
