Magus Dante Drek Knossare had been in many compromising positions in his life. An understatement if there had ever been one, despite his efforts to the contrary. Dante did his best to keep his work and life out of the public eye, but sometimes, the choice was taken from him.
The more commonly known incidents ranged from when he'd been caught stealing his rival's favourite hat, to when he'd been caught laughing when said rival's house was washed away in a freak flood.
A flood that he had nothing to do with, of course. Nothing at all.
Until this moment, though, the worst one had been when the ball he was attending had been held to ransom by daemon-summoning bandits. At first, it had simply been a nice change of pace, and Dante had been enjoying the drama of it all. Then the bandit leader had summoned the leader of said daemonic allies.
The look on everyone's faces when the daemon greeted Dante by name and shook his hand before ordering the bandits to let him leave had been priceless.
Fortunately for all involved, the bandits refused to comply and were swiftly torn apart by their own daemonic allies, somehow making Dante the hero of the hour.
He still wasn't quite sure what to make of all that.
Now, though, the sinking sensation in his gut told him he was about to beat that record.
Until about five seconds ago, he'd been enjoying a pleasant evening at home with guests, and then the door to his living room had been turned to ash.
A pair of human-shaped stone golems pushed through the doorway, followed by a woman sheathed in elemental magic. So much magic, in fact, that he could barely see her at all.
That kind of respect for his prowess warmed his heart.
"Magus Drek Knossare," the intruder called out, her voice distorted by some sort of magical effect. "I'm here to secure your services, by any means..." The intruder trailed off as she took in the scene before her.
Dante was sat, wearing only a loose robe, with a ravishing redhead kneeling between his legs, her arms bound behind her back as she did her best to take his cock deep into her throat.
A second redhead was suspended from the ceiling, and while they were both bound with silken cord, the suspended one was fully restrained and blindfolded.
Dante suppressed a sigh as he considered what was going to happen if Lord Drek Vaskan were to hear of how his two daughters had been found.
Jessamine, the one with his cock in her mouth, had paused at the abrupt noise, and was starting to pull back but Dante put a hand on the back of her head and gently pushed her deeper.
The redhead immediately sank down his length, swallowing him until he could feel the tight grip of her throat. She was a talented woman, and deliciously submissive, which was a combination worth the danger of seducing her. Well, he'd thought so at the time.
Thankfully, Jessamine's sister, Lilly, was thankfully wearing ear plugs as well as a blindfold, so she had no idea that anything had happened. A useful side effect of her love of sensory deprivation.
Satisfied that both sisters weren't panicking for the moment, Dante turned back to the intruder and waved one hand encouragingly while the other stroked Jessamine's hair affectionately.
"I'm sorry, you were saying something?"
"Are those....." The intruder trailed off as she seemingly recognised the two sisters. An impressive feat considering that the only thing they were wearing was blindfolds and rope.
Then again, Lilly's tits were spectacular enough that if the intruder had a passing familiarity with them, they'd be a giveaway. A fact that had interesting connotations if it were true.
"They are, but you were talking to me," Dante said firmly, his tone seemingly snapping the intruder out of her thoughts. The girls were here for him, not some gauche intruder who thought it appropriate to destroy a very expensive door.
"In that case, listen carefully," the intruder snapped, her magic flaring. "If you don't do exactly as I say, then this particular secret will be whispered into their father's ears."
Jessamine's rhythm broke for a moment before she carried on, though with less vigour than before. Clearly, it was a threat that was worrying his young companion.
"And what is it, exactly, that you want me to do?"
"Dismiss these two harlots, and we will talk business. If you comply without issue, I'm willing to pay, but make no mistake, I will have my way."
"Very well, go back into the hall and across into the library, I'll be there soon," Dante said, waving her off. The intruder looked like she wanted to argue, but Dante cut her off. "Or would you like to stay and watch as I reward these two young ladies for their diligence?"
Dante wished he could have seen the intruder's face for her response to that particular question, but the most he could tell was that she was tall and had long, dark hair.
