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Just as I felt myself building to an orgasm, I heard the main door to the suite burst open. Mads heard the same thing and reflexively jerked back, catching the chain connected to the chair painfully. I quickly lifted my leg over her and grabbed my trousers, pulling them up just in time as a group entered the room.
"Seems to me like the apple didn't fall as far from the tree as I'd feared," my father boomed, eyeing my bound slave, "You've really started something at court. I haven't seen the king this unhappy in many years."
"Father", I blurted, "what are you doing here?"
"Cleaning up your mess, what were you thinking?" He replied, letting his anger show.
"I claimed a powerful Font. I thought at least that might please you." I fired back indignantly.
"You claimed a Font, knowing the most powerful man in the kingdom planned to take it. Did you even think that part through?" he questioned while walking towards us.
"Is this naked thing your Font?" He asked, pointing at the kneeling and bound Mads beside me, trying to get a look at the collar hidden by her chestnut hair.
I moved between her and my father, feeling protective.
"No, father, this is not her."
"That is a pleasure slave I procured for him," Jasper said as I finally noticed him amongst my father's entourage and was thankful that he was covering for me.
"I will send her next door so that we can speak properly," I added, bending down and releasing her neck chain connected to the chair.
"I don't give a rat's arse what it hears. It's just a fuck hole." my father replied with exasperation as I drew a partially freed Mads behind my leg protectively.
"Where is it then? Show me." He demanded.
"Please, father, she is just being looked after by my concubine. Can we not do this another time?"
"I am here. Have it brought out now."
I took the opportunity to draw Mads to her feet and lead her over to the bathroom door, turning my head to see my father's eyes lustfully following her naked form.
I slipped inside in a flustered state, reaching for Scarlett's bond and feeling a trickle of pleasure coming back. I could hear the showers were on, so I left Mads by the door and stepped in to find my eyes instantly drawn to Scarlett's sexy bottom as she stood naked under the flow of water, facing away from me.
She felt my presence and turned her head, and I saw a glazed look in her eyes. My eyes ran down her body until I noticed the edges of a kneeling form between her legs. I walked closer as a smile drew across Scarlett's face before she looked down at the blindfolded and bound blonde slave she held buried in her crotch.
"Are you joining us, Master?" Scarlett asked loud enough to be heard over the cascading water.
I started to respond, but in the intervening moment, she seemed to have felt my concern and drew Emily away from her as she stepped naked towards me.
"Master, is something wrong?"
"My father is here and is not very happy. He is demanding to see Emily."
"Master, she's not ready to see anyone. I was starting her training, and her hair will take time to dry properly after this shower."
"Harry, is that you?" A small voice asked.
"Yes, Emily, it's me. I need you to come towards my voice and out of the shower."
Emily slowly stood and cautiously walked towards the sound of my voice. As she came closer, I lifted her blindfold to reveal a flustered and soaked face.
"Please, Harry, I'm naked. Can I have some clothes?" she self-consciously asked while I ran my eyes over her nudity.
"Emily, you are my slave. You will spend much of our time together naked like this in future, so you need to start getting used to it."
She blushed at my words.
"Turn around for me," I ordered, and I unclipped her cuffs, releasing her arms.
Scarlett dutifully approached with a set of towels and quickly got to work, drying as much of Emily as possible, but her hair remained excessively damp.
"Emily, I need to present you to my father now. He might seem scary, but I will be there to protect you. Stay quiet, keep behind me, and I will keep you safe."
"Harry, I'm frightened. I'm still not used to anyone seeing me as a slave. I only want you and Mistress to see me like this."
"Emily, you must start calling me Master. At least in front of other people."
"Yes, Master," she replied as Scarlett moved to help her step into a sexy white thong.
A Font dress soon followed, and Emily looked the part of the bound sorceress she now was.
"What on earth are you doing in there?" I heard the bellowing shout of my father from outside the door.
"We are coming now!" I shouted in response in the way I had done as a teenager.
Emily gave me a nervous look before Scarlett wrapped the belt from her slave registration around Emily's waist and clipped her cuffs to it, binding her wrists to her side.
"Master, we don't have time to sort out her hair, so I just tied it in a ponytail. Do you need me to join you? "Scarlett asked.
"I want you to stay here and keep Mads safe with you, away from my father. I will try to protect Emily from him to the best of my ability." I replied in Ravian to keep Emily from understanding the concern in my voice.
"Master, you must treat her as he would treat a slave. If you are too soft, it might backfire." Scarlett replied in her native tongue.
I turned to Emily, who looked increasingly concerned as she tried to understand what we had discussed.
"Emily, I might have to treat you in a way you wouldn't expect or enjoy, but it is necessary to protect you from my father's wrath. Is that okay with you? "
"Can I not just stay here?" A timid Emily asked.
I wanted nothing more than to keep her safely away from danger, but I knew what I must do. I gave her a sheepish look before taking her by the elbow and marching out into the suite's main room. My father and his small entourage looked up as we entered with his piercing gaze, eyes not leaving Emily for a moment as she kept her eyes firmly on the ground.
"So this is the powerful Font causing all the problems at court. At least it looks fuckable," he crudely announced to the room to a corresponding chuckle from his sycophants.
As we moved closer, I drew Emily slightly behind my back, trying to put myself between her and the room full of people. Unfortunately, my father simply walked over to join us, taking her by the other arm and drawing her away from the limited protection I could provide. Knowing there was little I could do to overpower him, I maintained a straight and stoic face while Emily shook with growing nerves.
"Kneel, Slave." My father ordered, and Emily immediately dropped to the ground as I felt a pulse of his intimidation.
He reached out and cupped her face before closing his eyes, and I felt a hint of his magic in the room. A few moments later, his eyes burst open in unexpected excitement before he turned to me.
"It is powerful, very powerful indeed." He announced.
"When I bound her, they explained that we appeared to share a natural connection with our magic."
"They would know those sorts of things. At least there is some good news in this whole debacle. Many powerful Sorcerers covet such bonds, and it should prove hugely beneficial to you. Not so much to her, though."
"What do you mean?" I asked with alarm.
"Well, it explains why her magic has already recovered strongly. You'll need to harvest her in the next few days and probably every few days from then on. That's fine, of course, so long as she is capable of taking it up the backside regularly." He finished with a sardonic chuckle.
Emily whimpered on her knees, having heard his words.
"Evidently not," he chuckled, looking down at the bowed Emily, "It seems like you will have fun training this beauty, but now that you have your own Font, we must run some additional errands besides registering you. My yacht awaits, and we will leave immediately."
"Please, father, at least let her hair dry before we go out. It's freezing outside, and it's hardly worth having my new slave becoming unwell."
"It is just a slave. But given its power, it is at least a valuable slave. But it must be quick, or I will quickly grow impatient." He replied for once, relenting.
"Slave, go find my concubine and have your hair dried before we head out," I ordered as Emily gave me a relieved look.
"So, son, have you done anything except fuck your slaves for the last week. Have you even practised your magical theory or sword forms?"
I blushed fiercely at his comments, realising just how true they were.
"I've been busy, but I admit to being remiss in practising my forms."
"Then let's take this opportunity to test whether you are still capable," he said, coming alive at the prospect of wielding a blade. It was the only thing other than using his magic or playing with slaves that seemed to excite him.
"Fetch our swords." My father bellowed to one of his attending servants.
In mere moments, I stood with my hand-and-a-half sword before my father and his matching one. He immediately attacked, swinging his blade straight for my head as I reflexively parried it away.
"Wow, father, that was close." I bit out, preparing for him to come at me again.
"Always expect the unexpected in combat, son. These are weapons of war, not the thin dandy weapons carried by most nobles."
He proceeded into a more normal attacking form as I met each stroke with confidence off the back of many years of arduous training. I responded with my attacking forms with little impact, given the master swordsman I faced.
"Well, I'm glad some of your training didn't go to waste. You are more than a match for most noblemen in this kingdom. I hope you give those aspiring young academy students a good thrashing if they dare challenge you."
It was incredibly rare to hear even the most trivial compliment from my father. But at least I could please him in this one sense.
Refreshments were served while we sat waiting, having gone toe to toe a few more times. Emily finally returned, looking stunningly beautiful with her hair evidently fixed by Scarlett. My father stood to approach her as she tried to back away, grabbing her and pulling her against him. I jumped up from my seat as he grabbed her by the breasts.
