Chapter Two: King and Bathhouse
"You are Jennenes Moonlight," the High Elve said as he admired his reflection in the mirror.
He stood before the full-body mirror naked, admiring his unclothed form. His muscles were well defined, his body a specimen of Elven perfection. Taller and narrower than most Humans, but for an Elve the man had a very muscular build. His short dark hair was pulled back to show off his impressively long ears, a sign of how pure his Elven blood was.
His eyes went lower, lingering on what hung between his slender, well-muscled legs. Jennenes' manhood was impressively sized, especially for one of his race.
The only blemish on his perfect body was a large gash-like scar that ran from below his left eye down his face and over his mouth to his chin. Some viewed the glowing purple arcane tattoos on his forearms as blemishes as distasteful as the scar across his face, but he did not. The people of these lands might view things as obscene, but he knew better. He knew they gave him power and that power was everything.
"You are Jennenes Moonlight," he repeated with confidence. "You are the monarch of the Kingdom of Iphasea. The youngest king in that kingdom's history. You murdered your father to ascend to the throne. You are rich. Women desire you, desire your body and desire to be made your queen."
He smiled at this, looking down at his manhood and feeling blood rush to it as he thought of all the pathetic noblewomen he'd bedded who thought doing so would lead to him taking them as his queen. "You are a beast in bed," he told himself, remembering some of the most enjoyable of these trysts.
His smile grew. "You are one of the most perverse beings in all of Alaria, your sexual lust untamed and unmatched. The brothels of your capital city, Iphasea, or matched only by those of Cliffshield. You are the perverse king and you do what you please," he said then nodded happily, turning from the mirror.
Nearby was an ornately carved wooden table, small with a circular top. Sitting in the center of this small table was a circular black medallion with glowing blue runes carved into it. Jennenes picked the item up, the blue runes glowing brighter at his touch.
With the item in hand he moved across the large room, heading for an ornate cushioned chair. Its cushions were made of the finest, most expensive fabric; stuffed with the down of countless slaughtered swans. He got on the chair, kneeling on it. The chair was built leaning back slightly which left his crotch thrust out when he sat in it this way.
His cock, already half erect from thinking about all the women he'd bedded, grew fully hard as he anticipated what he was about to do. He placed the black medallion on the cushion just under his dick then ran his fingertip around the glowing runes, muttering a few words in an ancient tongue. When he was done he pulled his hand away and said in the common tongue, "Eczotl, I give you my faith and ask that your medallion pleasure me."
The runes glowed brighter, a circle in the center of the medallion began to turn then opened to reveal sparking bluish-purple energy inside. The energy extended out, taking the form of smooth tentacle-like appendages of pure energy.
As the tentacles reached out Jennenes grabbed his hard cock by the base and held it up. The largest tentacle wrapped its length around his shaft and began jerking him off while the other two smaller tentacles started to caress his balls.
Jennenes leaned his head back and closed his eyes, moaning in pleasure. "I am Jennenes Moonlight, black mage and master of all the dark arts. I give my faith to all the dark, perverse gods. Eczotl, Baedor, Kraya, Azel, Bodruer, and countless others. I give them my faith so they will allow me to feel pleasure beyond most being's imagination!"
He shuddered as the tentacles of energy worked his cock. "By the gods, this feels so good," he moaned, adding "I won't last much longer!" A moment later he grunted, his cock quivering then spurting out a full, thick load of cum.
As he ejaculated the tentacles pulled back from his cock, their energy receding into the black medallion. Once they finished receding the small circular opening slid closed, the glowing runes fading. Most of his cum had landed on the medallion. The black surface sucked the semen into itself, accepting his sexual offering.
With a deep sigh of satisfaction Jennenes stood, picking the medallion up and returning it to its small table.
He looked at himself in the mirror. "You are Jennenes Moonlight and this world is your fucking plaything."
* * *
Jennenes sat on his large, ornate throne, bored and only half listening to his majordomo as the Elven man droned on about the boring and tedious day-to-day matters of state. "Yes, yes," Jennenes said, interrupting the man and waving off the current concern. "I trust you to take care of these mundane matters, I grow bored of them. Is there nothing interesting on today's agenda?"
The man stammered nervously, looking at the scroll in his hand. He knew the king's anger could appear quickly and that it was best not to be the target of it. "Well, your Majesty, there are the mercenaries you have hired to deal with the band of Nemorvian bandits that have been causing so much trouble."
The King sat up straighter, his interest returning. "Oh yes, I had nearly forgotten about them! Who would think such women could not only throw off their lives of servitude here in my brothels but actually make successful careers as bandits! If not for the bad precedent it sets for the other Nemorvians I'd almost be tempted to let them be. But we can't have any more of our most profitable whores deciding to leave their jobs and go become bandits, can we?"
"Oh no, sire. There's also the matter raised by the noble Drezeb family."
"And what matter was that? Remind me, I forget."
"Well, sire, their eldest son was slain by these bandits while on his way to this very city! The father of the family demands these bandits be dealt with by the crown and suggests if they aren't he and his family will stop backing you, perhaps even switch their allegiance to one of the Human families that eye your throne with such lust."
"Well," Jennenes replied with a laugh, "we can't have that. Rebellions are such boring and tedious affairs. So who are these mercenaries you've hired? Do I get the honor of meeting such un-honorable men?"
"Yes, sire. I will go get them now," the majordomo said with a bow, ducking out of the king's audience chamber. A few minutes later he returned, followed by a large group of hulking Minotaurs.
The beastly men were huge, taller than the tallest High Elve by at least two feet. Their bodies were massive and wide, covered in rippling muscles. Other than their immense size they look much like men except for their heads. Their entire race had heads like that of a bull, leaving them looking far more animal than man. Only when they spoke was it clear they had as much intelligence as any of Alaria's sentient races.
Many of the Minotaurs were armed with massive weapons, axes and swords that a normal Elve or Human would barely be able to wield with two hands, yet these huge men do so easily with a single hand. All of them looked tough, brutal, and most importantly hungry for action.
There was another thing about these Minotaurs that piqued Jennenes' interest. Every one of them wore little more than a few studded leather straps wrapped around their arms or legs or chests. They were each functionally naked, their intimidatingly large manhoods hanging free between their legs. Few men's members had ever left the king feeling inadequate but these beast-men each had cocks that made him feel tiny by comparison.
He pointed at the Minotaur standing in the front, the gray hair on his head and the posture he took making it obvious he was this group's leader. "Why are you all so under dressed?" Jennenes asked demandingly.
The lead Minotaur grunted and looked down at his overlarge manhood then back up at the king. "We don't like the layers of finery you Elves and Humans like to wear. They feel constricting and uncomfortable to our kind and we pride ourselves in needing no armor. So we go about naked and there are none to stop us." It was clear that the last statement was a challenge to the king. Not even for him would they clothe themselves, the Minotaur was saying.
"Oh, I like you," the king replied with an amused laugh. "So tell me, can you take care of these troublesome Nemorvian bandits?"
"Yes," the Minotaur grunted. "It will be easy work."
"And what if I told you I wanted them alive? Would this task still be easy?"
The Minotaur shrugged. "It is still a task we can accomplish, but it will cost more."
The King waved the comment away. "Yes, yes, coin is no concern to me. I want you to leave today, my majordomo will tell you where they've been spotted. And remember, bring them to me alive!"
* * *
Novaoa rode slightly ahead of her two younger Nemorvian sisters. The three women were riding at a slow but steady pace, all of them ready to draw their weapons if the need arose. Word had reached them that the king of Iphasea had hired a band of Minotaur mercenaries to hunt them down and that was a battle that Novaoa was certain her small band was not yet ready to face.
"Accursed Minotaurs..." she mumbled to herself. The beastly men were big, freakishly strong, brutal, and above all horny. She'd learned from a very young age to fear the members of that race. Their race was like the opposite of Nemorvians: all male whereas her people were all female. Minotaurs were also aggressive and naturally willful while her people tended to be timid and submissive, especially when it came to sexual matters.
That meant Novaoa had to play a game she hated, one where she and her sisters ran and hid. They had slipped deep into the vast forest that surrounded Iphasea City, leaving behind the busy roadway they had been raiding since they first escaped their servitude in the brothels of the city. For a month they had kept far from any real roads, living off what supplies they had gathered before going into hiding and helped along by what could be found in the woods.
As much as she hated hiding like this it seemed to have worked. There had been no sign that the Minotaurs had been able to pick up their trail. As far as she could tell they were still patrolling the main road, waiting for her band of Nemorvian's to reappear.
But a month in the wilds had begun to wear on her and her band. Until they had escaped and turned bandit a little over a year ago all three of them had been used to the relative comfort that came from living a life of sexual servitude in an expensive brothel. Yes, their work had been exhausting and often humiliating or degrading, but when no one was fucking them they lived in comfort most slaves could only imagine.
